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comatosebunny09 · 3 months

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heavy | astarion a.

summary: well, it...looked heavy. genre(s): fluff, romance, humor warning(s): cheesy af, a little steaminess now playing: fish in the pool - frozen silence screenshot credit

In a cozy, snow-laden inn tucked away in an undisclosed location, you watch him. Half-hidden by a support beam, studying your target like, well…a creep.

He’s prim and pretty, perched on a red velvet settee. The shadows cast by the fireplace dance over his striking features.

He pores over a tome, a wine glass clasped in slender fingers. Swirls its contents about, settled in an easy slouch. Nothing in the book catches his interest, boredom draping itself across his shoulders.

You take that as your cue to add some flair to his evening.

“Hey,” you venture, capturing the vampire’s interest from across the lobby. He sits up, lowering the tome to his lap at the sound of your footsteps. Blinks as you slide onto the cushion beside him, a smirk playing at your lips.

“Hello, darling,” drawls Astarion, draping an arm over the back of the chair. His lips quirk the slightest. Eyes skim over your lashes, your mouth. “How may I be of service to you tonight?”

You angle yourself closer. Enthralled by the idle shift of his fingers as they curve along the gilded spine of the tome. Squinting, you note, “That looks heavy.”

Astarion fixes you with a pointed look. Leans against the hand cupping his wine glass, pushing a few alabaster curls from his face. “What are you on about, love?”

“That,” you insist, signaling something in his lap. “That looks incredibly heavy. Need help holding it?”

Astarion scoffs, so close as he searches through your mischievous gaze that his breath ruffles your hair. “Well, I was reading it. But, if you insist.”

The book snaps shut. Resigned, the vampire levels the tome towards you. Humored as you pluck it from him and discover it’s weighted. Cautiously, you slide it onto your thighs. And when Astarion moves to return his hand to his lap, yours darts out to take hold of it.

Astarion releases an indignant sound, his glass poised at his lips. He raises a curious brow, to which you shrug and chuckle something impish.

“Your hand. It looked heavy. Figured I’d hold it for you.”

Astarion huffs a laugh. Watches you through crinkled eyes whilst throwing back the remains of his wine. “Come now, darling. You can do better than that.”

You peer down at your hands clasped together on the book. “Well, I’m holding your hand, aren��t I?”

The vampire rolls his eyes, relinquishing something between a scoff and a chuckle to the soundless air.

Touche.

You sit like this in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging fond glances and enamored laughter as the air thickens with desire.

Suddenly, you turn towards him, scrutinizing his side profile. “You wanna make out?” you blurt before your mind can sync with your lips.

“Gods,” sighs Astarion, throwing the wine glass over his shoulder. It shatters on the floor whilst the vampire crawls towards you on the sofa. A predatory gleam in his eyes as he corners you, pinning you beneath his weight, murmuring against your lips, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You giggle when he slots himself between your thighs, arms instinctively winding about his shoulders, and he draws you into a succulent kiss.

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the-floral-perspective · 8 months

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General creepypasta headcannons!

Ft: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, laughing Jack, Jason the toymaker, Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack

Warning: these are not romantic! These are general personality trait headcannons. Also, a lot of the pastas are good friends with Ben. Mentions of weed and alcohol.

Also I’m using my AU where the creepypastas only kill r8pists and Peds (I’ll just call it the vigilant AU.)

I’m also working on a micheal afton smut rn, so y’all will get that soon.

Jeff the killer

-The worst person to drink with, he’s absolutely ruthless when drunk. (Angry, annoying or horny, you don’t roll the dice. He does)

-has a vintage tea set that was Liu’s (he stole it when he turned)

-he’s the most brutal and crude creepypasta, but whenever he’s mad he’s really fuckin mad.

-Ohioan tbh

-IAED (intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder)

-I feel like when he’s not having an episode he’s pretty likable (he’s probably accidentally one of the funniest creeps)

-this fucker definitely talks to himself, I feel like he might also have OCD.

-pop not soda

-his mouth slits are not that prominent (like food doesn’t fall out of his mouth) and he has his eyelids

-his skin isn’t smooth??? Mf was literally burned, he’s covered with a lot of old slightly healed burn scars.

-his hair care is better because of Ben.

-getting Jeff and Masky pissed off at the same time they will angrily tag team you (not sexually… maybe sometimes.)

-Jeff is very romantically detached and romantically stupid. Like he doesn’t really get attraction that much and when he does he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Ben Drowned

-vapes just a little (blue raz)

-weirdly responsible over the rest of the creeps (hygiene wise, he’s very meticulous) he’s the weed dealer of the house, his room in the attic is the major “fuck-it-up-and-party” Room

-not that angry of a person, very lax and chill.

-the funnest creeps to smoke the greens with. He’s fr just so chill (he’s also very funny too, trust me he’s fun AF)

-Ben is the funniest pasta, but only because of his pathetic-ness. Like he makes a lot of cheesy jokes and rhymes, it makes the other pastas laugh because most the time he doesn’t intend it to be funny.

-chronic mimicker, like it’s bad. If anyone else talks or says a word slightly different suddenly it’s the only word he’ll say for a month straight.

-his eyes are constantly bleeding and it pisses him off

-human eyes are brown and his skin is slightly tan.

-he’s very horny all the time but with no release. He doesn’t crush on the pasta girls, nor does he watch porn. This mf writes his own personal fanfiction in a diary (that the creeps stole one night while drunk and read)

-he’s honestly one of the cleanest creepypastas. (And probably the most popular for them all, at least. He’s friends with everyone.)

-ADD nightmare and screamo music daydream.

-I feel like if he sang he’d sound like that one song ‘King for a Day’

Toby

-he’s a little dickhead, but relatively lovable. It’s just cause he’s cheeky and devilish.

-doesn’t smoke weed or drink.

-he’s very jealous of Liu and Jeff since because of his sisters death. He wishes that like Liu, his sister would arrive one day somewhat alive. (It never happens)

-ADHD and bipolar nightmare, has a slender therapist lmao.

-Toby doesn’t like Jeff that much for trying to kill Liu. Liu and Toby are friends because Liu reminds him of Lyra (his sister)

-Toby is also somewhat close with the women of the mansion rather then the men. He’s good friends with both Judge Angels and Jane. Clockwork and him aren’t close anymore as she went off on her own.

-he’s a really deep thinker, and surprisingly sentimental. Though not for his victims. Toby is harsh whenever he feels like it.

-he’s a relatively quiet person. He’s good friends with Ben and EJ. Toby also has a slow reaction to danger, he’s the least likely in the group to get scared by something.

-Toby had to get a slender therapist because of his last manic episode (he made up “creepypasta” while accidentally high one night on Ben’s computer in 2010 and the pastas haven’t trusted him with tech since.)

-he wanted to become a writer growing up.

Dr Smiley

-originally, I feel like Dr Smiley wanted to do good for people. I feel like he wanted to be a politician until he forcefully remembered how people are. He’s also really bad at medical stuff, go to EJ for that, not smiley.

-awful trust issues, he doesn’t trust a soul. Ironically, Smiley is one of the most social pastas. Reverse psychology babe.

-smiley is good at a lot of things, this man’s a fuckin prodigy.

-one of the first creepypastas to join the gang. Also one of the most polite.

-he’s really classy and only ever accidentally taken an edible (never again). Smiley trips out hard whenever high, it’s almost concerning.

-definitely has a small garden for herbs. He’s either seen killing, out in the garden, or in his medical room.

-a lot of the pastas are convinced smiley doesn’t sleep (no one has ever seen it, though Ben did capture one singular photo as proof and that is it)

-dr smiley is always left in charge whenever Slender has meetings (he only has to approve missions sent by the pastas.)

-as much as smiley is a prodigy, he’s awful in the kitchen. It’s kind of sad.

Puppeteer

-smooth, might as well call this fucker MJ.

-he always wins in arguments bc he’s so sly. Sort of a kleptomaniac and will gaslight you.

-called pup by most (not like a dog)

-always has his business in other peoples faces, but unlike Ben, he doesn’t get away with it.

-Puppet laughs a lot but doesn’t really talk. he’s also pretty good friends with Jane and Helen.

-one of the least organized pastas. His room is really messy and so is he. He cleans up after himself, but don’t go into his room.

-Major Depressive Disorder

-him and hoodie always get A+ on their duo assignments. Though the two of them aren’t that close, they’re hella good at working together.

-puppeteer isn’t classy at all. He drinks as soon as he wakes up, but in a Fiona Gallagher way.

-definitely watches Shameless. His top show rn. Binged the entirety in 3 days. Didn’t sleep whatsoever. (His fave character is V bc she’s hot)

Bloody Painter

-LOVES Hozier. Like actively buys tickets for his shows. Either hozier or The Hush Sound.

-the most visual mf you’ll ever meet. If he’s real comfortable he’d ramble for super fucking long (and gets annoyed when someone gets bored or questions him.)

-work first, people last. Helen really just focused on the next step in front rather than the whole timeline.

-beat the shit out of Toby for the accident of 2010. Though the two made up.

-mentally I think he’s…. Alright??? He’s one of those disturbingly quiet people, very hard to read. Though, turns out he’s just mute. Also has OCD

-he has a problem trusting himself and his thoughts (as most ppl with OCD do)

-very unhealed, Helen is very raw. Like his wounds are barely closed. Sometimes Helen is able to relax though and that’s only when he’s alone or possibly with Puppeteer.

-Helen makes sure he has no bad blood between any pasta. He’s worried hoodie doesn’t like him, though.

Masky

-staring problem, huge staring problem. resting bitch face too. Truthfully he’s never really annoyed much.

-insomniac with a touch of depression. He’s always super tired. Chronic eyebag haver.

-probably has thin silver glasses.

-loves sugary coffee and tea. Drinks basic white girl drinks 100%

-really good friends with Eyeless Jack and often helps him get more medical supplies.

-dare I say slight accent??? Not rlly an accent, but sounds like he’s from Tennessee. His moms def from New Jersey tho.

-Jewish heritage. He also watches a LOT of Rick and Morty with Ben.

-buys his weed from Ben to relax. He was forced to stop smoking by Hoodie and Sally. Weed is the next best thing.

-he’s really good at voice impressions but almost never does them unless he’s with Sally or Lazari.

-Masky is very depressed and unmotivated, so Puppeteer is usually around him a lot. Not that either of them care much.

Hoodie

-he’s literally mute. Also believe that he’s short too. Like 5’7.

-watches attack on Titan, his favorite character is Miche and Armin. Besides that, he doesn’t watch much anime.

-his room is covered in posters.

-Slendermans favorite, second to Dr Smiley.

-he loves 80’s music. The puppeteer does too, they listen together sometimes on missions.

-in love with Diet Pepsi and cool ranch Doritos.

-knows how to knit (don’t ask.) (he got high with Ben one time)

-come to think of it, everyone has went borderline insane smoking with Ben before. Hoodie has a picture book filled with their embarrassing high moments.

-hoodies room has a lot of spare notebooks and picture books. Don’t know why. All of them are individually organized. If you looked through them you’d go insane tho.

-worst handwriting in the entire mansion.

Laughing Jack

-he has a grudge against all cheeses. Like he fucking HATES cheese. Especially blue cheese.

-worst diet of the pastas. He eats like a 6 year old mixed with the Elf. Everything to him has to be sweet, if not then it has to be crunchy. Like chicken tenders, he can eat those, but that’s about it.

-secret genius because everyone thinks he’s stupid (when he’s really the instigator) the only person who’s caught onto this is Ben, but no one believes Ben.

-constantly humming.

-he hates TV and phones but likes music. Though if you put on bubble guppies or some shit, his brain would probably shut down.

-he’s constantly eating the floor, this mf is so clumsy.

-Jack riots a lot and starts plenty of petitions. Like when slender tried implementing a dinner time schedule, he petitioned for it to be gone because he didn’t want pasta. That one chipped at Slender’s nonexistent heart.

-he’s rebellious in nature and very horny. He’s constantly doing the most, very over the top whenever he likes someone.

-he hates Japanese horror films

Jason the toymaker

-he doesn’t turn his assignments into doll’s because they don’t deserve a second chance at life. Jason is one of the only pastas that kill normal people. The normal people are tortured and turned into dolls, his assignments are tortured and left to rot.

-Jason has an eye for fashion and has sewn a bunch of dresses for Sally. He also has a very high pitched giggle.

-tbh Jason listens to Kesha 100% it just scratches the spot

-he’s almost a horder. More than once did Slender have to expand Jason’s toy shop.

-hates all animals, there is not a single animal that he likes. (Though somehow, smiledog really likes him.) (Jason hates him but doesn’t harm him)

-he’s honestly such a priss, like fr. He’s always gossiping os judging. It’s funny though.

-he doesn’t really like much of the pastas. He likes Ben and sometimes LJ is cool, but aside from that he just doesn’t care about the rest much.

-he absolutely fucks up thin mints and raisin cookies. His fave food is probably a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese tho tbh

Homicidal Liu

-Liu doesn’t really remember Jeff, but Sully does.

- Liu’s other systems are named Ajax and Diane, both of which are female.

-he really likes keeping up on YouTube drama and actively prays on downfalls.

-Liu’s best friend is definitely Toby or Zero. Aside from that he’s really closed off, he admires Slender too.

-Dissociative Identity Disorder.

-he definitely almost got on Zalgo’s side, but something (he doesn’t know what) pulled him to Slender more.

-least picky out of the creeps. He can stomach basically everything.

-he was one of those kids that had chronic ear infections, Liu constantly would have cotton balls in his ears Bc of this 😭

-Liu gets sick really easily, his immune system is NOT happy. Prob because he really likes spicy food but still.

-definitely 100% the best cook out of the pastas (with Ben being the best baker)

-Slendermans third favorite after Dr Smiley and hoodie.

-he’s honestly so homesick, but he doesn’t remember what for. Feels a strange connection to Jeff, but also almost hates him? He’s conflicted.

-serious victim of medical malpractice and medical abuse, he absolutely hates hospitals and anything to do with them.

Eyeless Jack

-used to write music in college before he turned. Also actually really sad about how his life ended.

-he’s good friends with Ben and Masky and surprisingly talkative. I felt like he almost whispers though.

-I also like to think that Jack is very musically inclined and the reason he went to medical school was so he could make bank in the future. His parents definitely didn’t want Jack to be a musician.

-so he can definitely play electric guitar and some piano (he tries and learns everyday)

-really bad at sports and awful sense of direction. He’s always lost. Ben usually has to fetch him once he goes out for missions.

-though I don’t think Jack being lost is all his fault, the path to the mansion changes every three hours and Jack leaves often for kidneys.

-he sees sally as a little sister and does a lot to make her happy.

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta smut #ben drowned #dr smiley #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #ticci toby #puppeteer #ben drowned smut #creepypasta headcanon

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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pick me ups — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, saviour boyfriend trope

warnings: swearing, drunk reader, uncomfy levels of flirting by some strangers, minho saves reader from them, “dick” used as an insult, reader’s friends leave her in a club, they don’t like minho either, protective!minho, he gets angry but not at reader, cheesy af towards the end

inspo: protective!minho + hurt/comfort

notes: this was meant to be a small drabble but it’s minho so i got carried away.

{ wc: 2501 }

‘canb u come n getf me pleaseeeee’

bunny<3: where are you?

you: outside!

bunny<3: outside of what?

you: location pin

bunny<3: do the girls need a lift, too?

you: the grids left me lollll

you: girl*

you: girlssss*

bunny<3: wtf do you mean left you?????

you: aporently immshitty friend so he wnt somewhere else

bunny<3: are you fucking kidding??? are you drunk??????

you: i’m sorry. pls dont be maf

bunny<3: jagi i’m not mad at you at all. please stay somewhere with light i’ll be there in ten minutes.

you: can i cakk im scare

Your phone rang in your hand a few moments later. You tried your hardest to press the bright green button–answering your boyfriend’s call quickly.

“Hey, Min,” you hiccuped. “I’m so so sorry for asking you to do this.”

“Why are you apologising?” He said, his tone soft and careful. You could hear his keys jiggling in the background, you could hear the door opening and closing–his voice echoing through the stairwell as he spoke on. “What do you see around you?”

“I’m just outside the club, there’s a few people smoking and talking and there aren’t any cabs so I couldn’t get one home. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I don’t want you getting on a cab by yourself,” Minho said firmly. You swallowed.

Your head was spinning, and the smell of smoke was getting into your hair–but you wanted to stay next to the crowd for as long as you could.

“Can you wait somewhere near the bouncer so he can at least see you?”

“Okay,” you nodded, looking over at the tall man as he checked over more and more IDs. “Him and me will be besties soon!”

“Good,” Minho chuckled. His voice was further away from you now, you figured you were on speaker as he drove to you.

“Min, I’m so thirsty,” you whined.

“Where did the girls go?” He asked, his voice slightly strained. You knew what Minho sounded like when he was angry–and right now, he was furious.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” you repeated.

“Jagiya, I’m not mad at you,” he repeated back, “why the fuck did they leave you alone when you’re drunk?”

“Because I’m a dick,” you said, biting your lips.

That was their words, of course, but they were pretty convincing in their argument. You didn’t want to play wingman tonight, you never wanted to, but as the now only girl in the group who wasn’t single–that made you out to be a villain.

“What the fuck?” Minho all but yelled. You grimached.

“Min, plea–”

“--I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just, you’re definitely not a dick. Why did they say that?”

“I don’t know,” you hiccuped again. You blinked twice as you tried to get your vision to stop moving around. “They had some good arguments.”

“Friends don’t just leave a girl alone in the middle of the night when she’s drunk,” Minho argued, “I can’t fucking believe them.”

“Min, Min, Min,” you said quickly, stepping away from the crowd. It was then you noticed a guy in the smoking area was looking right at you–his eyes never moving away from you. You whispered down your phone, “some guy is looking at me.”

“I’m just around the corner, my love, I’m almost there,” he promised you quickly.

“Okay,” you nodded, taking your phone away from your ear and ending the call. You weren’t too sure why you did that–looking at the phone in your hand curiously.

You brought your hands around your body, shielding yourself from the cold. And also, from that man’s prying eyes. You were wearing a revealing top, which you didn’t mind until this very moment.

You were alone. You were drunk. And this man was looking at you. The reality of the situation had finally made its way into your brain, past the very thick wall of alcohol.

The man was walking right towards you.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He said with a smile.

You looked away from him, trying to spot Mnho’s car coming down the road. Five cars drove by–none of them were his.

“Oh, come on, what’s your name?”

“I’m just waiting for someone to pick me up,” you said with a polite smile.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on your shoulder, “oh, don’t leave yet. I haven’t had a chance to dance with you.”

“I don’t wanna dance, thank you,” you said, simply.

“You looked sad earlier when those girls were yelling at you,” you looked away from him, feeling embarrassment sneak through the alcohol in your veins, “what was going on?”

“Nothing,” you nodded.

Then his friend came over, slinging a hand over the man’s shoulder and then yours, pulling the three of you together.

“You’re coming inside with us?” He asked, practically yelling down your ear.

You tried pushing away from his grip–but even though he was very drunk, he was still much stronger than you.

“No, thanks. I’m just on my way home,” you tried again.

“Maybe a kiss will change your mind,” the first man said, leaning towards you. You moved your head away as much as you could–the other man still trying to hold you in place–and his lips ended up landing on your ear. You squirmed.

“Come on, what’s wrong?” They both chuckled at you.

“Give me a kiss, come on,” he said, a wet smile on his face, puckering his lips in front of you.

You shook your head at them, trying your best to step away, but every time you did the hand around your shoulder brought you back closer to them.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled behind you.

You let out a sigh of relief, the shake in your hands finally catching up to you, as you saw Minho walking towards you. His face was hard, calculating, as he finally reached you. He looked at the boys in front of you with pure disgust.

The boys next to you took a step back–finally–looking Minho up and down.

“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” One of them snickered.

“Yes,” Minho said firmly, cocking his brow up. “Who are you?”

“We’re just gonna take her dancing,” the man dared with a smirk. Minho’s jaw clenched. “You’re coming inside with us?”

“No,” Minho scoffed.

“Oh, come on, we’re having fun!” The second one yelled.

“I don’t think she’s having fun,” Minho said. He brought his arm around your body, taking a step forward as he put distance between you and those two strangers.

“We’ll make sure she does–”

“--oh, just shut up,” Minho rolled his eyes. He looked at you, eyes trailing up and down as he checked everything was okay. He noticed the small shake in your hand and took it in his.

“Ready to go?” He asked, his voice changed completely from the rough tone he used with the strangers, now taking on a soft and caring sound.

You nodded at him, letting Minho guide you away and towards his car.

He opened the door for you, helping you step inside the passenger seat before he made his way around to his side.

When the doors closed, he quickly turned on the heating and handed you a bottle of water.

You could feel Minho’s eyes studying you as you took in a few gulps of water, handing the bottle back to him with a small thank you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, so so softly.

“Wanna go home,” you said, weakly.

Minho nodded, starting the car easily and making his way back home.

“Want some music?” He asked, taking a moment to look over at you. You were curled in on yourself, quiet, not at all what he was used to when he picked you up from parties before. You were usually loud and energetic when you were drunk. He wasn’t quite used to seeing you this way.

“No,” you said quietly. “Can I hold your hand?”

Minho didn’t respond verbally, instead he took the hand on your lap and laced it together with his–focusing on driving with one hand.

By the time he parked the car your body was completely angeled towards the window–your face unseen to him.

“We’re home,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

You only nodded.

“Hey,” he let out, bringing his finger underneath your chin in the softest of touches. He turned your face towards him, sighing as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks were damp.

“My love,” he sighed, “what happened?”

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you pulled your body into him. Minho brought his body around you. You felt safer, now.

You were just outside your home, the car was much warmer than the night outside, but not until Minho wrapped his arms around you did you feel truly safe.

You finally let the sobs you were holding in spread out through your body, your shoulders shaking slightly as you buried your face in your boyfriend’s shirt.

Minho didn’t interrupt you, letting you cry for as long as you needed. After a few minutes you pulled away, sniffling as you wiped your face.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Minho offered quietly. You nodded.

You followed Minho back home, you followed him into your room, and you watched as he pulled out your favourite fluffy pair of pyjamas and walked you to the shower.

“I’ll make you some late night snacks?”

Your eyes were burning by the time you left the shower—but you thought that was from the crying and not the shampoo. You couldn’t really stop crying, still fighting back sobs as you sat on the couch, watching as Minho prepared your favourite snack.

He grinned at you as he walked the plate to the couch, his eyes glittering as you smiled up at him.

“Eat, Jagi,” he ordered delicately.

The pair of you ate in silence, Minho glancing over at you every few seconds, before you finished the food on your plate and handed it back to your boyfriend. He took the plates from you, putting them in the dishwasher, before he returned to you with another water bottle and an order to drink it entirely.

At least you had stopped sobbing by now, so it was easier to drink the water.

When you noticed it was about three in the morning, Minho’s phone rang. He looked at you curiously before he picked it up from the table, noticing it was one of your friends.

“Yes?” He answered, coldly.

“Did you take her home?” A drunken voice said from the other side.

“Why? You don’t get to care about that now,” he said firmly.

“I’m just checking she’s safe,” she groaned.

“You didn’t care if she was safe when you left her alone, drunk, in the middle of a very busy club.”

“Minho, why do you have to be such a dick?”

“She likes that word, huh?” Minho whispered at you. You somehow found it in yourself to chuckle.

“Tell Y/N that next time she wants to come out with us she needs to learn to loosen up,” Minho scrunched his brows at that, “or I guess, when you decide to act like yourself and just dump her.”

“What the fuck?” He all but yelled.

“Just… tell her to call us when you two break up.”

“You’re such a c—“

but before Minho could use whatever colourful word he was going to say, you took the phone from his hand and ended the call.

Minho stared at you with a question mark on his forehead, blinking three times.

You sighed.

“They wanted me to help them flirt with guys and I said I don’t want to because I have you and then they said soon enough you’re gonna break up with me because you’re not a relationship person you’re just leading me on, and when I defended you they just left and said they’ll hang out with me when I’m not a boring housewife anymore,” you let out in one big breath.

You couldn’t really look in Minho’s eyes—too scared of his reaction. Would he get mad at you? Would he get mad at them? Would he say it’s all true and leave you?

You almost jumped when Minho wrapped his hand around your shoulder. He leaned in to kiss your temple softly.

“Thanks for not flirting with other guys,” he started, “I wouldn’t care that much if you just did it to help your girls out anyway, but it means a lot that you didn’t feel comfortable with that.”

You nodded, opening your mouth to say something, but Minho kept going.

“And they aren’t very nice people if they think I’m gonna leave you, or if they’re giving you conditions to hang out with them. But, I guess, it doesn’t matter because they’re still your friends and you’ll still be hurt by their words.”

You brought your hand around his stomach, leaning your head on his chest as you curled up into his body.

“Regardless of that, I will always be here to pick you up or take care of you or whatever it is you need. So never apologise again and never forget that I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Min, I—“

“—and, remind them that I’m the one that cooks and cleans this place, so if anything. I’m the boring housewife.”

You laughed loudly, your tears drying quickly as you giggled.

You leaned up, kissing his cheek as you watched your giggles mirrored in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, simply. “I couldn’t have picked a better housewife.”

“You really couldn’t,” he smirked at you, before he pressed his lips to yours softly.

“But,” he said as he pulled away, “there is a price for you getting me out of the comfort of our home at such an alarming hour.”

“Oh?” You smirked at him, knowing him long enough to tell he had some evil plan up his sleeve.

“I’m little spoon tonight,” he grinned.

“Excuse me!” You laughed, “I’m the one who’s been crying for hours—I should be little spoon.”

At that Minho wrapped his arms under your thighs, picking you up from the couch as he walked the pair of you to your bed. You protested the whole way there, your words swallowed up by your giggles, before Minho placed you down on the bed softly.

He didn’t even have a chance to get into position before you slotted your thighs in his, deciding neither of you would be either spoon tonight.

Your noses touched as you wrapped a hand around his torso, his arm sitting just below yours.

“I’ll allow it this time,” he mumbled, his eyes heavier as the pair of you settled into each other’s warmth, “but I will be little spoon.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” you nodded, kissing the small freckle on his nose.

It was too dark to see—but Minho was blushing.

“Thank you for tonight, Jagi,” you mumbled.

“I love you,” he said back. Simply.

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wandasfifthwife · 29 days

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(5) my hands are cold, warm them? ✩‧₊˚ competing series

hockey coach!wanda x fem!ex ice skater reader

tw: fluffy cheesy skating fun, suggestive content throughout chapter but NO smut (it’s suggested though), slight make out at the end, oral (giving head) mentioned, reference to r’s past injury

a/n: LAST CHAPTER ON MAIN STORY!! not edited/proofread. I finished this half asleep so I’m sorry if the end is shitty af

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You tell her that you’re fine again to try and ease the tension on Wanda’s face. She’s standing over you, miserably failing at taming her overprotective tendencies.

A week ago you asked her to skate with you. She looked just as concerned then as she does now.

You finish the last ties on your skates. She helps you stand, her hands hovering near you while you test out the tightness of your skates.

“How long has it been since you’ve last worn them?”

“Since Christmas a year ago,” you lean down to pull the left strings tighter, “I went skating with my brother’s family.”

“Might be why they look like they’re cutting off circulation.”

You shoot her a look, facing her as you step onto the ice. She crosses the ice with ease, reaching a hand out to pull you into her. Her body eases at the sound of your laugh echoing through the rink.

“Please be careful,” she says when you pull away from her warmth.

“I’m not going to do anything my pt’s advised me not to.”

You simply skate around. No thoughts running through your mind as you circle the rink. Wanda gives you time to decompress, finding herself at the opposite end until she finds you looking towards her.

“I want to race you,” you stop and she almost runs into your back.

“Baby,” she wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you with ease, “why? It wouldn’t even be a race.”

“Why?”

“Because you’d loose.”

You push at her arms, begging her to put you down, “I want to try.”

She sets you down once you’ve reached the edge of the rink. You pull a dramatic pout at her serious expression. Your hand brushes her cheek, bringing her face close to press a quick kiss to her chapped lips.

“Don’t worry, I know my limits. This is just for fun.”

“Who said it’ll only be for fun?”

You smile against her cheek, “trying to place a bet?”

“What should the winner get?”

“Oral.”

She laughs, wiggling out of your tighter hold. You grow shy after your claim, but it’s the first thing that came to mind. She counts down, each callout feeding into your nerves. She barely reaches one and you both have the same idea to push off early.

It wasn’t close. Wanda touching the other side while you were making your way past the halfway mark. She’s barely out of breath waiting at the end for you.

“I’m sure you would’ve won if you didn’t have to listen to your pt.”

“Definitely,” you hold her hand, changing the conversation quickly, “show me how hockey players pass a puck.”

It was to avoid bringing up the embarrassment earlier. She falls easily, getting off the ice to grab what’s needed to show you. The time passes by quickly, she kicks the puck onto the ice. It skids, sliding until it stops near you.

“See the tape wrapped around the bottom,” she asks, continuing when you hum, “that’s where you want to aim the puck into.”

She taps it, giving an example of what she means. The stick is then handed over to you. The wood felt awkward in your hands as you angled it. She presses chest into your back, setting her hands onto yours.

“You’re angling it out too far,” her breath hits your neck as she speaks, “jut the blade out flat with the ice.”

When she’s satisfied with your posture she’s stepping back to let you hit. You knock it to the left, it spinning and hitting against the wall. You turn, finding her on her knees with tears in her eyes.

“I tried.”

“What did you just do,” she wheezes out.

“I tried to hit it,” you grow mildly frustrated, “fine, let’s see you try a basic spin.”

She sobers up during your explanation, making a few comments on how the sport doesn’t make sense to her. It was your turn to laugh at her stiff attempts, one even landing her on the ground.

The small competitions turned into genuine interest in each other’s sport. She had more success than you, eventually landing a solid turn after many, many tries.

You weren’t able to complete half of her skills, limited by the movement your ankle can handle. She still showed you, patience lined in her words and action with each question you had, and vise versa.

It was when your ankle got tired—the ache growing—when you spoke your concern to her. She had no need to, but she carried you off the rink, proceeding to take your skates off herself.

“I’m impressed by that last turn of yours,” you giggle at her finger touching the underside of your foot, “could become a pro with that move.”

“Hey, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Hear what, that you’re not a scary hockey player?”

“You think hockey players are intimidating?”

“All of them excluding you.”

Her fingers are grabbing at your thighs and pulling you to hang off of the end of the bleacher, “that’s not what your actions said last night.”

The second you feel her leg press against you, you’re rolling your eyes and pushing her off. Taking the strings from her hands you finish undoing the knots yourself.

“I’m glad we did this,” you start, watching her undo her own knots, “thank you for asking them if we could use the space by ourselves.”

Her response is placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

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“That’s so stupid,” you throw your hand at the screen, “why’s that a foul?”

“Малы́шка, that wasn’t a foul.”

“Oh,” you snuggled back into her chest more. She had a hand running down your back, eyes glued on the screen. You learned more about her each day, one of those being that she took games seriously.

She was rushing when you got back, her nerves obvious in how she flung in and out of the shower. You on the other hand took your time not wishing to upset your ankle any further.

She held her arms out when she noticed you walk into the living room, inviting you to practically lay on top of her.

Her nails brushed past a particularly sensitive spot on your back, goosebumps littering your body from the action.

“Why’d they put him in the box?”

“Because he tried to punch our players.”

Correction. You’ve learned a lot about Wanda since you’ve started dating her. Something that she took seriously was you.

It was growing increasingly difficult keeping her focus on the tv. Your fresh smell from your shampoo had her breathing begin to grow heavier.

You were unsuspecting to how she had begun to slide her hand under your shirt, her mouth bitting at the skin on your neck. The tv was her focus still, the announcer being what she focused on and definitely not how she caught onto each gasp you let out.

The game had five minutes left. Wanda’s attention would snap into focus whenever the scores began to come close, but a majority of those five minutes were spent with her hands running along your thighs. A majority of those five minutes were spent with her creating dark marks on your neck to hear your pretty responses.

You moaned her name and the last thirty seconds of the game were forgotten. She pulled you under her, hands bringing yours to intertwine together behind her head. She kissed you dizzy. Each time you pulled back for air she was tilting her head and pulling you back into her.

“Remember our little bet?”

You pull at her hair, your confirmation coming out as a whine after she pulls your hips down onto her thigh. The tv sounds in the background, going over the top plays from the game while she works you up to release on her tongue.

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The tv lights up the room. A flurry of colors from random ads is the only source of light you have when you wake up. Wanda was asleep beside you, facing the wall. You had to remind yourself at times that her apartment wasn’t yours because of how at home you felt.

A rush of emotions filled you, catching you off guard, and yet they were welcomed. You turned to cuddle Wanda, pushing your face into her neck. It was incredibly early, your clock’s flashing blue light showing it was 4:03AM. Wanda stirs, a sleepy hand finding the hand you had on her hip.

“You okay?”

You peruse your lips to just brush on the spot under the ear, “‘m good.”

“Okay, love you.”

She should and shouldn’t have said those two little words. She meant it, which is why she said it, but the reaction you had was expected.

“I love you,” you tear up, pressing closer to her, “don’t leave.”

She turns to face you, eyes half shut, showing how tired she was but she still made an effort. Her fingers brush under your blanket to hold your hands, “I’m not leaving.”

You had nights spent similarly to this. Four AM conversations about her struggles, your relationship with your mother, and the occasional light hearted conversations that had you both giggling like maniacs. The night tonight felt special, intimate. Your nightmares fell far away whenever you woke up to her body laid beside you, soft voice talking through any fear you had.

She presses a kiss onto your head, “not leaving now or tomorrow.”

“Yeah?”

She mumbles into your hair, her words growing unintelligible as she drifts back off again, but the one thing you heard over and over again was the word love.

You reach up to kiss the top of her head this time, whispering, “I love you too, so much.”

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orikiys · 5 months

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✿ ✿ 〞my lips, your name

✰ pairings: ot8!skz x gn!reader

✰ genre: fluff, romance

✰ warnings: cheesy af that’s all ig

✰ word count: 863 words

✰ note: this was a short one idk where i got the motivation from but im back in town at least?? also tyy to axe’s ( @blue-jisungs ) sexy mind for coming up with cutie nn

౨₊ৎ chan

would definitely call you ‘love’ or ‘babe’ even if it’s the most basic ones, somehow with just his voice he makes it sound so much more special— the loving gaze with a little eyebrow raised as he would lean down to listen to you better.

whenever he would be having a bad day he would just wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him while mumbling, “i missed you my love”

“you look so cute, babe” . “you’re perfect just as you are.you’re perfect for me, my love” . “meeting you was the best thing ever babe”

౨₊ৎ minho

i feel like he would call you ‘kitty’ but in an affectionate way. the words would roll out of his mouth by accident at first and he would be embarrassed by it, but a one-timer turns into hundreds and before he knows it that’s what he calls you. his sweetheart.

the words would slip out of his mouth like a habit, hard to drop. but it would sound so right just because it’s him.

“do you wanna cuddle with me kitty?” . “your hands are so soft kitty” . “is it time for you to head home? time flies so fast when i’m with you kitty”

౨₊ৎ changbin

he would mostly likely call you ‘darling’. the name would’ve first come when you two would be watching a movie and he sees the name, he would try to say it as well and the next few days in order to tease you he would constantly keep chanting it. later, this would turn into a very cute nickname.

along with that, at times he would also refer to you as ‘baby’. would squish your face to annoy you and then would pepper you with kisses, “you’re red in the face. are you perhaps blushing, baby?”

“you’re the prettiest. how did i get so lucky darling?” . “darling, you seem tired i’ll do the rest you should sit down” . “my surname looks so good with your name darling”

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

would 100% call you angel. just the sight of you smiling has him forgetting all the bad things that happen to him. your hands around him– around his torso, has him smiling to himself. you’re like his guardian. his lucky charm, his angel.

would randomly grab your hand and twirl you while you were cooking something and yell, “dance with me angel! we’re so meant to be.”

“your eyes, they remind me of the beautiful waters angel” . “is my angel angry with me? why is that?” “you look so tiny in my arms angel”

౨₊ৎ han

the type to call you by a hundred nicknames till he likes one and sticks to it. that one nickname would be ‘sweetheart’. it’s a really random nickname and even though it sounds kind of cringey, it’s become a couple thing now for the two of you. in return you would call him something like ‘my prince’

the word sounds like a series of melodic music that you could listen to forever. it would be so meaningful for you that if he uses any other nickname you would immediately frown.

“you look really cute sweetheart. keep the jacket” . “do you want to buy matching jewellery sweetheart?” . “why does everything remind me of you sweetheart?

౨₊ৎ felix

would most definitely call you ‘sunshine’. even though people believe him to be the sunshine which he is, he likes to call you ‘his sunshine’. you would be like his recharge, giving him courage and energy to do things. his biggest supporter.

the two of you are pretty affectionate with each other since the start. he would be cuddling you, his legs entangled with yours and your head on his arm when he would whisper, “i’d love to stay like this all day long sunshine.”

“how was your day sunshine?” . “i missed you so much, sunshine!” . “i got you your favourite. i hope you like it sunshine”

౨₊ৎ seungmin

definitely the type to call you ‘pretty’. it’s the way he can’t stop complimenting you till you have to practically hide your flushed face from him. he would giggle upon seeing your reaction and at the end of the day, the cycle would repeat.

“are my eyes deceiving me because i can’t believe a goddess is standing in front of me.” your no.1 fanboy! he loves you so much that he could go on for hours just listing down the times he found pretty.

“hey pretty lady” . “the world ugly doesn’t suit you pretty” . “good night my pretty girl”

౨₊ৎ jeongin

the type to call you ‘flower’ or ‘love’. when you asked him why, he would say that you’re his pretty little flower. like his rose you help him in blooming by using your love. and he loves you so very much.

the two of you would be walking down the streets when he would pull you by the waist upon seeing a bike, “you need to be more careful, flower”

“the moon is so pretty tonight. right my love?” . “my love, you worry too much. i’ll be fine, don't worry” . “if i could, i would bring the stars for you, all for you my love”

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mccnstruck · 2 months

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like LIKE you

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: fluff, misunderstanding, more crack, reader is DENSE af, proofread, op was writing this while their crush was right behind them so they apologize if this is incoherent

a/n: @soleillunne ALY !1!!! HIIIII i had so so much fun writing this for kazuha and i hope you have much fun reading it as i did writing it!! this is for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event !! pls reblog and enjoy <3

- When you almost lost yourself in his eyes and hurriedly snapped your head away from him, you knew you were so screwed. - Your racing heart knew. - He’s cute. And he most likely knows that you think he’s cute. - You first saw Kazuha in your literature class when you had to sit next to him. He smiled at you before going back to his own work, thus leaving you both to do your respective duties. - But as the weeks passed and class discussions were more frequent, you found yourself enjoying listening to Kazuha’s discussions on the text presented, sometimes bringing in your own input. - His voice soothed your mind, and your heart clung onto every syllable he had spoken. His eyes sparkled everytime you listened to his thoughts- - Ahem.

You were, inevitably, starting to crush on him.

You walked into class and whispered a quiet prayer to yourself in hopes that you wouldn't reveal anything to him right now.

And plus, Valentine's Day is such a cheesy day to confess! Besides the couples giggling and buying the really good chocolates, and seeing people talk to Kazuha, and noticing how cute he is when he laughs…

You internally smacked your head and chided yourself for the spiraling thoughts and sat in your seat.

Kazuha smiled at you, before he resumed talking with with his friends. His friends snickered and patted his shoulder, before he covered his smile with the back of his hand.

Huh. He never really gets flustered. Did he…

The bell rang, and his friends left the class, yelling out “Good luck!” before closing the door.

Kazuha sat down and smiled at you once more, yet it was filled with excitement. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly.”

You shook your head and smiled back. “It’s fine. Are you doing anything today?”

“For Valentine’s?”

You shook your head.

“I was thinking of confessing to someone today. I’m meeting them by my locker after school.”

“You have a crush?!”

Damnit, you thought.

He laughed, and a soft red tinted his cheeks. “Mhm. I was thinking of sending them a poem with some sweets today.”

He showed you the gift and you internally recoiled. The gift was so unbelievably throughout, with your favorite sweets inside, along with a poem so sweetened the other person would become dizzy with love. It was beautiful, just like the grin on his face.

Your heart shattered, and you wondered what you would do after school if you still had time after crying.

“Kazuha…you put this together so nicely…”

His grin widened, and he put the gift down. “I’m really glad you like it. It gives me a little bit of reassurance.”

The teacher walked into the room, and both of you straighted your chairs to start the class.

“So, because it’s Valentine's Day, we will do an activity…”

Well, thank the teacher for rubbing it into your face.

Class went on for a begrudgingly long time, and the ache in your heart began to grow. Kazuha noticed your solemn expression and brushed your hands together. When you straightened yourself in a panic, you saw his face of concern.

“Are you alright? You look stressed right now.”

“Uh.. yeah. Sorry, I have a project for another class that’s really stressful right now.”

He nodded, and you both resumed your work. The teacher droned on about the analysis of the text and the context of the author’s work, yet you couldn’t really get yourself to focus, not with this heartache that remains.

A thought rushed past your mind. What if this was for you?

You? That’s funny, if it didn’t hurt so much. There’s no point thinking about it anyways.

After some more time, class finally ended, and you packed your bag while Kazuha stood up.

“Ah, I have to head out, I have something urgent to do for a class.”

He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“I hope you finished this project of yours. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

You snapped your head back and felt your face burn. “Oh, thank you. I’ll see you later.”

Kazuha left the room and you almost felt yourself succumb to the hot flare that passed your body. Your shoulder, where his hand was, almost felt weak to the touch, and you barely packed up your bag without having a heart attack.

You looked to the floor and saw Kazuha’s gift underneath his desk. Quickly picking it up, you grabbed your bag and said your greeting to the teacher, before leaving the classroom.

It was your free period, and you would finally decide on what to do with Kazuha’s gift. You wouldn’t want him to show up to his confession empty handed, or worse, his crush not show up at all. So, you would wait by his locker and make sure you run out before then. Alright.

Well… it would be alright if it didn’t hurt so much.

And so, classes went on, droning about formulas and equations, and the minutes wouldn’t stop ticking, and your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of who would be the receiver of his gift. When the final bell rang for the day, you took the gift and rushed down the hallways to find his locker.

Except… there’s no one there waiting for him.

A little concerned, you decided to wait to either give it to Kazuha or whoever was waiting for him.

But the minutes had steadily gone by, and you started to worry whether the person even got a message from him.

“Ah…There you are.”

Kazuha’s face beamed as he got closer, and you laughed at the sight of him.

“Here's your gift that you left behind.” You extend your hand to him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hm?”

Surprised by his reaction, you were silent as your own eyebrows furrowed.

“This…this isn't yours? Kazuha, are you sure you're in the right mind?”

“That's yours.”

“But, you left it there?! Kazuha, what are you on?”

“Why do you think I left it there?”

Your mind blanked, and you looked at him with panic.

“Kazuha, you left it there. I am here to give it to you.”

Kazuha started laughing and covered his face with his hands.

“You are so… I left it there for you.”

You stayed silent for a second. Then another.

“What?!”

Now that you think of it, Kazuha is never forgetful. And the way he looked at the gift multiple times, and the way he knew of your favorite sweets, and the way he looked at you…

You covered your face in embarrassment, yet your smile grew into a grin.

“You could've told me, Kazuha…”

He took your hands and clasped them in own.

“Well, you are aware now, and I am sure you are aware of what I want to ask, dove.”

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes flickered between him and the gift.

“Hm? Dove?”

You failed to response, as your body was still in shock and in complete utter denial.

You finally spoke.

“Why?”

Kazuha smiled at you and took your intertwined hands to his chest, right where his heart was.

“Well, ask my beating heart. I assure you it beats the syllables of your name every time I see you.”

You swore to every archon that this man right in front of you would somehow be the cause of your death as well.

“So, dove, will you be my valentine?”

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matchamilkislover · 4 months

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White Horse, 1. (a.a.)

pairing: knight!abby x princess!reader

cw: fantasy!au, fem!reader, eventual displays of fighting and violence bc it’s fantasy, kind of slow burn?, tension, reader has an attitude, tall af!abby bc size difference, royalty!au, mentions of arranged marriages, some mentions of au politics, abby in armor is a warning in itself

synopsis: you are the youngest princess of the royal family that rules over your kingdom, Aphrynia. now a young adult, you’ve come of age in a tense time, and your personal protection is of utmost importance — which is why the resignation of your previous personal knight means a rushed reassignment ceremony with little to no preface. That being said, why does the name of your new knight sound so familiar?

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is gonna be so trope-heavy and romantic and cheesy and i don’t even care i’ve been giggling and kicking my feet this whole time

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“Princess, you really do need to get up.”

You groaned, rolling over in your excessively comfortable bed as your lady’s maid, Nina, started forcefully pulling the many blankets you had covering you off. Your proper mind knew that she was right, that you needed to get ready, but the pounding in your head begged otherwise; and right now, the pounding side was winning. You tried to sit up and open your eyes, but the bright sunlight instantly blinded you, causing you to groan and fall back again. Nina sighed.

“Either you get up, or I’m calling George and he can drag you out himself.”

That made you sit up. You’d had enough of your second eldest brother ripping you out of bed throughout your childhood to last a lifetime. Your legs already felt a phantom soreness at just the thought.

“Okay, okay, I surrender, I’m up…” you grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress and tenderly standing on the cold floor. Nina rolled her eyes as she started gathering materials for you to bathe.

“I told you to ease up on the wine last night,” she scolded as you started shedding your nightclothes and trudged to your washroom.

You rolled your eyes in response and yawned. “Don’t judge me! You would let loose a little too if you knew it was your last night before getting assigned another overbearing knight,” you replied dramatically. These were the times that you both loved and resented that you and Nina had known each other since childhood; sometimes she knew you a little too well. Nina just chuckled and followed you.

A while later, you were clean and dry. And cold. You shivered as Nina helped you slip layer after layer of your intricate clothing on your body. “Why is it so frigid in here this morning? I can literally hear the fire going,” you whined as another shiver made your arms shake. Nina shrugged as she picked up another layer.

“The mornings have been getting colder lately,” Nina remarked thoughtfully. “Perhaps an off the shoulder dress wasn’t the best decision the seamstress could’ve made for today’s gown.” She grimaced as she eyed the off the shoulder masterpiece waiting to be adorned.

Your pout spoke for you. Even so, you had to admit the gown was rather lovely. The gauzy pink seemed to shimmer in the light, and you couldn’t help but stare at it in the mirror once you had finally put it on. Nina, however, still anxiously watched the time and rushed to finish getting you ready.

For whatever reason, one you weren’t exactly keen on understanding, being assigned a personal knight was something of a ceremony in the royal family, and was therefore to be treated as such. And ever since your former knight, Mattheo, had resigned not even a fortnight ago to wed and begin a life outside of his knighthood, you had been assigned a rotation of lower knights while a replacement was decided on. While you couldn’t blame Mattheo for wanting to have a different life and a family, you couldn’t help but resent his leaving just a little bit; he had been your personal knight since you were young, and you had grown to trust him like an uncle or a father. Whatever young, overconfident knight you would be assigned now would not be nearly as tolerable, of that you were certain.

Nina’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and reawakened the pounding in your head. “Princess? Princess, we’ve got to go,” she harped, placing a guiding hand on your back. “Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.” You nodded in agreement and started walking, trying your best to hide the grimace pulling at your face.

You could barely keep up with Nina’s quick steps as you navigated the corridors of the palace, your shoes clicking on the polished stone floors. “Nina,” you muttered through panting breaths, “You know you can slow down a little bit, right? It really isn’t that serious,” you pointed out. Nina shook her head.

“Sorry, princess, but I’m under strict orders to get you there on time. Promised the queen,” she replied with a wink sent your way. Your mouth gaped while your brows furrowed.

“Seriously? For a knight assignment? The fuck…” you muttered back, still grumpy from your hangover and unending headache. Nina clicked her tongue at you in disapproval.

“Princess! Language!” she scolded, holding back a giggle and not quite managing to suppress a tickled smile. You made an amused face in response and you both had to struggle to hold down your laughs as you passed knights and members of the court in the long corridors.

As you finally turned onto the corridor leading to the throne room, Nina cleared her throat to get your attention. “Please try your best not to seem hungover, princess,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “lest the queen come for my head.” You both stifled one last giggle before the doors to the throne room opened, and your arrival was announced to the small crowd standing inside.

You took a steadying breath, blanking your face as you delicately walked forward, desperately hiding your fight not to wobble in these godforsaken shoes. You kept your gaze steady on the front of the room, not wanting to risk an offhand glance at the crowd interrupting your focus.

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you reached the front and stood in place amongst your siblings, ignoring George’s knowing smirk and Elyssa’s disapproving look. Like always, your eldest brother, Philip, stayed as stone-faced as ever, and Henry, the fourth sibling, gave his best attempt at matching Philip’s ever-serious mood. Although he was closest to you in age, only being 18 months older, the two of you couldn’t be more different. He never seemed to possess the itch for mischief and adventure that you did, and instead followed your eldest brother like a puppy and tried to copy his every trait. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and turned towards the rest of the room.

Glancing at you to acknowledge your arrival, your parents rose as one, and your mother’s voice rang out in the spacious throne room. “Welcome, esteemed guests and friends, as we conduct our youngest daughter’s knight reassignment ceremony on this lovely morning. As many of us know, our youngest has quite the…lively spirit, and as she reaches marrying age, we’ve found it impertinent that we find a unique knight to ensure her safety amidst the happenings of that lively spirit.” A soft chuckle carried through the room, and you had to suppress another eye roll as your mother – the “ever-esteemed” queen – basically called you a burden who needed watching. Great. Exactly what you needed this morning.

Your mother continued her speech. “While the knight we’ve chosen for her assignment may not have the age to match her rank, her experience and accomplishments make her quite the perfect match to guard our lovely daughter. Thus, Knight Anderson, will you please approach?”

Your mind came to a sudden stop. ‘Her’? Your new knight was to be a female knight? Well that certainly makes things more interesting. And her name…Anderson. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. A young female knight, a respected, high-ranking one at that, was to be Mattheo’s replacement? Certainly she wouldn’t be quite as easy to slip past. But you had gotten creative over the years…

Your racing thoughts mixed with your eyes searching the crowd for this ‘Knight Anderson’, but came to a sudden halt when the knight finally stepped through to the front of the crowd, and the sight of her left your mouth hanging ever so slightly ajar. Although it had certainly matured since the last time you saw her, you would recognize that face anywhere.

9 YEARS AGO

Abigail Anderson was going to be the death of you. No matter where you went, she was somehow there, ready to show off and drive you up the fucking wall. Since her father was the royal family’s physician and a childhood friend of your father, and the two of you were so close in age, the two of you had been shoved together since you could read, and you couldn’t resent it more. She never failed to take an opportunity to prove herself against you; whether it was her intelligence in tutoring sessions, or showing off her strength and size outdoors while exploring or riding, if the chance was there, she took it.

You were both twelve, and while you were able to spend more time apart, tutoring and riding lessons were still spent together. You had started spending your free time with the daughters of the court members, while Abby spent her time training for knighthood or whatever it was that motivated her to sweat in a dirty training ground for hours a day. It wasn’t like you paid it too much regard; you were perfectly happy spending tea with your friends that you could actually relate to before retreating to the palace library to spend afternoons reading and exploring different worlds.

On one sunny spring day, Abby had shown up late to your joint riding lesson, and you were already annoyed since George had ruined your favorite riding boots by dropping them in a boiling, soapy wash basin while the maids weren’t looking, only for them to be found hours later and sorrowfully returned to your chambers. The twat. So when she came jogging up to the stables, your glare was already set upon her, and she preemptively rolled her eyes.

“I know, I know, training went over,” she retorted to your glare in an annoyed voice, raising her hands apologetically at your instructor.

You continued glaring as she saddled her horse and mounted the steed, flipping her braid behind her shoulder. Sensing the tension and not wanting to be a part of it, the instructor casually instructed the two of you to take a simple ride through the naturalistic grounds surrounding the palace during your normal lesson time. You nodded curtly and took off in a simple trot, Abby quickly following and settling into a matching trot beside you.

“Heard about what happened to your boots,” she remarked casually, not even glancing your way. But you knew what she was doing, and you already weren’t in the mood for it. She kept pushing anyway.

“What a waste,” she continued, clicking her tongue. “You poor thing, how will you ever survive?” You could feel her smirk without looking. Trying to be the bigger person, you only sighed and kept ignoring her.

She laughed. “What, don’t want to admit that you’re upset over a pair of boots? It’s okay, you are a princess, after all.” Even though she was right, it wasn’t like you wanted to admit it to Abby, of all people. You really liked those boots! Princess or not, you were allowed to be upset about it! You could say that, but it’s not like Abby would care. She’d just keep teasing you about the boots, or poking you about some other stupid thing that was sure to push your buttons. So you kept your head straight forward and kept riding. She wasn’t satisfied.

“Too good to talk to me now, are you? You’d rather be at a prissy tea party with your prissy friends?” she said, mocking a posh accent and expression as she spoke. And you just snapped.

“You know what Abby, just because you don’t like me or think I’m shallow or spoiled for whatever reason, that doesn’t mean you have to go after my friends too! You don’t even know them! You know, I don’t think you even know me like you think you do, so why don’t you just shut up already,” you exploded, taking off on your horse like a bullet and leaving Abby shouting after you in the dust. You heard her call your name after you a few times, but you ignored her, clenching your teeth as your resolve hardened and you quickened your pace even more.

By the time Abby started galloping after you, you were too far ahead to hear her. You just kept riding and riding, not stopping until you reached the creek that bubbled along one of the far edges of the palace grounds. Hopping off your horse, you gently smoothed the mare’s chestnut hair as you watched the clear water run up and over the rocks in the creek. Remembering what Abby had said, you clenched your other fist and loudly groaned in frustration, holding back the urge to go as far as to stomp on the ground.

You took a deep breath to steel yourself as you heard hooves approaching quickly from behind you. Abby called your name again, but you barely even turned your head, fist still clenched. She scoffed and dismounted, walking up to you casually.

“You know you can’t ride off like that,” she remarked. You continued to ignore her. “C’mon, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” she continued, leaning to try to get in your line of sight.

You only scoffed in reply and turned away, speed walking along the creek bed. Abby kept following you, reaching out to grab your arm once she was close enough. You gasped angrily and whipped around, hair slinging from side to side. You tried to pull away, but her grip was tight. And you panicked. No one had ever grabbed you like that, and you were so shocked, you couldn’t help but go into panic mode.

“Will you– let go– get your hands OFF of me–” you shrieked, starting to flail and struggle in her grasp. Abby also began to panic in response to you, and before you knew it, you were slipping on the creek bed, and the two of you tumbled into the creek, a tangle of limbs and shocked exclamations as you fell into the surprisingly icy water.

As soon as you hit the water, you gasped, inhaling water instead of air and immediately choking. You floundered, desperately coughing and trying to eject the water from your lungs. Finally, your flailing arms found a large rock to land on, and you started pulling yourself out of the water. At the same time, you could hear Abby climbing the water as well, and you got distracted, your hand slipping as you crashed back down into the creek. Another breath of water infiltrated your mouth and throat, and you continued to choke and cough, unable to gain enough footing to grab back onto the rock. Finally, a pair of stronger arms latched onto your own, stopping your flailing to pull you out of the water and onto the creek bed.

Flopping onto the ground, you coughed out the remaining water from your lungs until you could finally take clear breaths, anger returning with the consistent oxygen. You shot up suddenly, cutting Abby off as she opened her mouth to ask if you were okay. “You are despicable, Abby Anderson! Despicable!” You shouted as you pushed hair out of your face and straightened your soaking clothes. “I am leaving. You need to give me time to return my horse and escort myself inside, lest I see your despicable face and decide to strangle you once and for all!” You continued as you mounted your horse, giving her one last dirty look before riding off as fast as you could.

It wasn’t until the next morning when Abby wasn’t present at your lessons that you discovered that she had left for official training. And no matter how angry you were at her, you couldn’t help but be at least a bit disappointed that she hadn’t said goodbye.

THE PRESENT

Your mother’s voice was all but muted background in your head as you watched Abby – apparently now known as ‘Knight Anderson’ – approach you and your family at the front of the throne room. A lump settled in your throat, and your mouth felt impossibly dry watching her armored form get closer and closer. You barely registered your mother reciting practiced phrases as Abby knelt in front of her and bowed her head towards the queen. It was like you were outside your body, watching everything happen, only an observer as Abby stood and she and your mother approached you. You were sucked back into your body as Abby knelt in front of you, taking one of your polished hands in hers and bowing her head towards it.

“Knight Abigail Anderson,” your mother began, her voice confident and steady in contrast to the nerves that rocked your body, leaving you lightheaded. “Do you solemnly vow to dedicate your life to the protection and safety of the princess?” Abby looked up at you through her lashes, and you felt like you could faint.

“I do.”

#abby anderson #knight!abby x princess!reader #knight x princess #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby fic #fantasy!au #royalty!au #princess!au #knight!au #wlw #lesbian knight #lesbian princess #matchamilkislover

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Fever Dream

➪the one where you and hayden celebrate his birthday.

Warnings: fluff, domestic af, hayden being adorable

Happy 42nd birthday to the man himself <3

Word Count: 1.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

The light from the sun lit up the room, the recently opened curtains doing nothing to keep the heat or brightness out.

That wasn’t what woke him up, though.

Oh, no. The sudden weight on Hayden’s waist was what did that.

His eyes opened and instantly landed on you, the grin you wore making a smile form on his lips that he had no control over. His hand reaches out and runs over the skin of your thigh, his fingers lazily drawing various shapes as he gazes up at you. “Good morning,” you say cheerfully, looking down at the ring that hadn’t left his finger since the day you slid it on there. It was a match to one of the two on your own finger, with the exception of his band being a little wider than yours.

“Morning, baby,” he mumbles back, rubbing his eye with his free hand and looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read 9:23 in the morning and Hayden was surprised you were up before him as you were usually not a morning person whatsoever. “You’re up early.”

You nod and watch as he turns back around to face you, pushing the comforter down a bit and exposing his bare chest.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked with a small smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Only the most important day of the year,” you answer, placing your palms flat against his chest, your fingers gently digging into the defined lines. “The one day I can spoil you without having to hear you complain about it.”

Hayden hummed, wrapping his hands around your wrists and giving them a sharp tug that had you falling against him. Your chest pressed to his as his hands moved to your waist, keeping you close to him with a lazy grin on his face. “I’m still going to complain about it,”

His hair was messy, his eyes half open and his face glowing from getting a decent amount of sleep. He looked perfect. He looked damn near edible.

Your eyes flicker over every freckle that littered his face before landing on his lips, the same ones you kissed for hours on end last night. Lifting yourself higher on him, you press a chaste kiss to his mouth before pulling away all together and straddling his hips once again.

He pouted at the short lived kiss, making you place one hand over his mouth when he tried to lean up and connect your lips once more. Keeping your hand pressed against him, you reach behind you with your other and grab the gift bag you bought earlier in the week.

You squeal in surprise when you feel his tongue stick out and lick a stripe up your palm, quickly pulling your hand away with a look of fake disgust on your face. “Ew, gross,” you laugh quietly, wiping your hand on his shirt that you stole the night before.

You never thought you’d be one of those girls who wore their boyfriends clothing, but here you were. Hayden owned so many t-shirts, all so different from each other, it was hard to resist slipping one over your head every once in a while. Plus, they smelled like him - a smell that became your favorite scent in the world.

He didn’t seem to mind, either, as his pupils grew every time he saw one of his shirts cascading down your body. They were always so big on you, something that brought out a possessive side to him that he didn’t even know he had until he met you.

You place the bag on his chest with a smile on your lips. “Happy birthday!”

Hayden grins up at you, his eyes squinting slightly due to the sunlight. “Thank you,” he carelessly pulled away the blue tissue paper you so carefully tucked away in the bag and grabbed the glass mug from inside. He shook his head as he looked at it, reading the cheesy pun that was printed on both sides of it.

“Now you have another one to have on display since you refuse to actually use them,” you tease, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

“I’m saving them for retirement,” came his reply, one you’ve heard countless times now. “And I don’t want to accidentally break one.”

“Well, lucky for you,” you trail off, shrugging your shoulders and making the shirt fall off a bit, exposing your bare shoulder to the chilled air of the room. “To accidentally break one, you’d actually have to use it first.”

Hayden took one hand off the mug and gave the side of your thigh a gentle slap, making you jolt forward in surprise. Your mouth shut as he set the item aside and reached in for the second object, pulling out a chain with a clasp on the end of it.

“Open it,” you encourage quietly, watching with a nervous smile as he did as you said. Inside the clasp was a small picture of the two of you on your wedding day, your smiles as wide as ever as he held onto you from behind. You bit down on your thumb as his smile grew, his eyes never leaving the picture. “That’s my favorite picture from that day.”

It just so happened to be the one you never got printed into a bigger version to hang on the wall amongst the others. You didn’t see the point of putting a picture he already saw everyday in the clasp and instead remembered that this specific one was pretty much one of a kind.

“Do you like it?” You ask once you realized he hadn’t said anything.

His blue eyes meet yours and he nods, the small smile never leaving his lips. “I love it,”

You sigh in relief and reach out to hold the chain in between your fingers. “I was thinking you could attach it to your keychain, or wherever, really. It’s totally up to you. Maybe you want to just keep it in your drawer or something,”

Hayden silenced your rambling by leaning up and pressing his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up. He pulled away slowly, his eyes opening and staring into yours. “Thank you, baby,”

The way he murmured the pet name had your heart beating rapidly in your chest and heat flooding your body. Before things could get too heated, you pulled away and swung your legs off the bed. “You’re welcome. Now, come on, I have our whole day planned-”

You were cut off by your own squeal as Hayden dropped the chain onto the sheets and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you back and nearly tossing you beside him on the bed.

Your head hit the soft comforter when you landed, his arms tightening around you as he moved to hover over you. The sheets fell from his body and pooled around his legs as he placed multiple open mouthed kisses on your neck. “We’re going to be late for breakfast,” you say through laughs, titling your head just slightly as he trailed his lips up to your jaw.

Hayden hummed, running his nose over your cheekbone, his hooded eyes meeting yours. “I’m sure whatever you had planned for breakfast would’ve been amazing,” he trailed off, grabbing your hands in his and pinning them above your head. His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, a cloud of lust quickly forming in the blue orbs. “But I’d rather have something else.”

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen gif #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen icons #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker imagines #clay beresford

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teawithnosugar · 4 months

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Singer!Ellie headcanons

AN: oh em geee, hi hi hi. I know it’s been like AWHILE and I promised a oneshot (it is still in my drafts and more than halfway done) but I’ve been crocheting for a good 8 hours straight, it’s 4am, and I put my rlly rlly old playlist on shuffle and the songs gave me IDEAS. I did not follow my usual format (???) on this cause likeeee…yk, I’m sleepy and tired and lazy. Also this isn’t like super accurate cause obviously I’m not a singer and idk how they work.

CW: none rlly, I mentioned reader wearing dresses once

★ Imagine Ellie writing music not in the Arctic Monkeys or Chase Atlantic way a lot of ppl picture but in the Boygenius (pretty common) and Ed Sheeran way iykwim.

★ She’s rich af but doesn’t spend big amounts of money unless it’s for you. It doesn’t matter if you have your own money or you didn’t ask her to— SHE WILL SPOIL YOU.

★ Picture her in the most “okay” looking clothes that are so low quality that it makes her itchy but she’s buying you Versace dresses and shit.

★ She’s never told anyone except for Jesse (you guys’ bff and her music producer) but whenever she’s planning her next tour or concert with her staff, she tries to suggest dates and times that are convenient for you to watch. She absolutely needs you in the audience for her to perform well but she would never ask you to change your schedule for her.

★ Nah but just imagine her singing smtg like Perfect or True Blue on stage and her eyes are on you legit 99% of the time and people on tiktok post abt it nonstop.

★ If you had a career that made you just as famous as her, you bet she’s saving every single edit of you she sees on tiktok or insta.

★ Obviously she has your initials carved on her guitar and obviously everyone saw.

★ She’s already written many different versions of what her vows would be once you guys got married and every time she had a new draft, she’d turn the old one(s) into songs so they wouldn’t be a waste.

★ She never told you but one of her albums was just all old drafts of her vows to you.

★ You fully trust her 100% but sometimes you need reassurance every once in awhile but you also don’t like bothering her. She tells you all the time that you could never bother but you’re stubborn so whenever she’s staying late at the studio because she’s busy she makes Jesse send pictures of her to you like once every hour or so so you could see that she was truly at work and not doing anything else (like bereal ig).

★ She also made sure to tell Jesse not to say that she told him to do it. He just says shit like “ooh like at how obsessed this bitch is with you, this new song is cheesy af” so it comes off as him teasing you instead of reassuring you.

★ Is super awkward but in a charming way.

★ Your wedding would be super private and as soon as you guys are married, she takes time off work more often to spend more time with you.

★ In conclusion, she’s down BAD

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams headcanons

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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drabble #2 - the bots

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: thousand year old vampires vs the bots messaging you on your phone… who will win?

tags: tumblr, very confused vampires, up-to-date on modern life klaus but severely lacking kol, protective!kol

word count: 553

a/n: i wrote this soooo long ago, then forgot about it! like, wrote it when all of tumblr was being attacked by bots, before things finally settled down. also, this is cheesy af ;)

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” you mutter at the new notification on your screen.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, not you, you’re fine.”

“Wait,” Kol sits up, “who then?”

“Oh just another stupid porn bot on tumblr.”

“A what?” At your comment, Elijah looks over to you, too.

“Oh, right. New to the twenty-first century. Um, just a person - er, not a person, a robot - messaging me for… messaging me.” You try to explain. You had almost said, ‘messaging me for sex,’ but stopped yourself immediately.

“Messaging for what?”

Fuck. “Um…”

Elijah then asks, “did you say a robot is messaging you?”

You focus on the elder brother’s question first, “yeah. It’s actually quite common in the last couple decades. Lots of customer service people are robots, people trying to scam others can use robots, either for identity theft or whatever else… I’m not good at explaining it, but yeah.”

“So what does your robot want?”

You grimace, “it’s certainly not my robot, it’s just messaging me. But the tumblr bots all are looking for, like, sexual engagement. They message everyone because they don’t know anything about the people they are messaging, but they want bored, horny people to click on their bio links and buy their… porn.”

“You need to tell it to go away.” Kol’s jaw is tense.

“Yeah, I’m about to block it.”

“No, you need to tell it to stop.”

“I don’t want to actually interact with them because then they’ll keep coming back. They’re like seagulls, Kol. They don’t actually understand the words I’m saying. They see engagement in any way and take it as a win.”

“Well you need to tell someone. You’re mine and they need to know that.”

“Calm down, brother.”

You put a hand on Kol’s knee. “It’s okay, they’re not gonna have me in any way. We report them to staff and block them; it’s the easiest and most effective way to deal with them. And I’m saying ‘we’ as everyone on the app who deals with them.”

“Can you stop using the app, then?”

“Oh, sweetheart… One, no. I’ll still be blogging when I’m six feet under. Two, they’re everywhere, and there’s really no escaping them.”

Elijah steps in again, “trust her, Kol, she knows what she’s doing. Y/N’s a smart girl.”

You send him a smile, then turn to your boyfriend, “I love you, Kol. Only you. I never have and never will engage with the stupid bots, okay? No one’s taking me from you.”

He finally seems to relax after this. “I still hate them.”

“Everyone does, baby.”

“What are you three talking about?” Klaus barges into the living room.

“Y/N just introduced us to something called a porn bot, have you heard of them?” Elijah turns to the hybrid.

“Oh, those shucks are all over the place, can’t bloody stand them! Caroline says you block them and move on!”

He’s gone immediately after, and you turn back to Kol. “See? They even harass your brother.”

A chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of that situation. “Okay. Thank you for explaining it. I was debating if I needed to send the person a death threat, or smash your phone with a hammer.”

“Neither of those things, baby. I am completely yours, and you don’t have to worry a thing.”

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson drabble #tvd fanfiction #this is so stupid ahaha #but fun #used fem pronouns and the word “girl” in this but can take it out if requested #or can post a gn one #i need to write more for kol #my lil baby psychopath 🩷

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artigas · 11 months

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some playlists

my no. 1 personality trait is that i love making niche spotify playlists. here are some music for ya’ll to enjoy, i love u

i write synths, not tragedies (80′s and contemporary synth pop)

songs that inspire inexplicable emotions (for big feelings)

songs that unexpectedly slap (self-explanatory)

twenty-nine (for the proud heartache of reaching the end of your 20′s)

cheer the folk up! (indie tunes to make you smile)

sapphic (songs for and by queer folks who love girls)

love (songs for when you’re in love but it’s, like, cheesy af)

keep it cool (chill r&b and hip-hop)

spooky season (songs for halloween and general ghoulishness!!)

studying (instrumentals for school & deadlines)

go west with me (country & folk for the gays and the theys)

and also some fandom playlists bc i’m cringe but free

tommy shelby (peaky blinders)

alfie solmons (peaky blinders)

go west with me (mandalorian /dincobb inspired)

richie + eddie (stephen king’s It)

striking the match & everything’s edenic (midnight mass inspired)

#music #playlist #feel free to rb if you're interested!!#peaky blinders #dincobb #stephen king's it #midnight mass

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rierice8 · 7 months

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Hey bestieee

So I think you should write Soukoku just for me bc u love me sm!!! I’ll leave all the details up to u but it must be SMUTTY AF foreplay to the max, and the rest can be whatever your pretty little heart desires

Merci ❤️anon

(Ps did I mention to make it extra smutty)

I THINK I DID YOU DIRTY BESTIE- I PUT A LOOOOT OF PLOT 😭😭

I’m not that good at writing smutty smut and I don’t wanna let down my bestie 😔

But I DO think I did you dirty…

I started writing this on the plane back home…in late August…SO IT'S BEEN A WHILE

Sorry if it feels a little plot heavy or rushed around the end, I…was not very inspired at all…usually an x reader blog but I made an exception for YOU 🫵 anyways let's say this is in celebration that skk isn’t soukover and they’re still alive!

What did you say?

Dom chuuya x sub dazai

Word count: 1876

Warnings: PLOT (scary scary oh no), drinking, drunk sex, name calling (good boy, slut, etc), size kink

Ever since the port mafia and the detective agency called a temporary truce to fight against Fyodor, to Chuuyas misfortune, Dazai has been showing up more and more often. To the point where sometimes Chuuyas afraid to open his room door in the morning since Dazai could easily be standing right there. Dazai has been purposefully trying to provoke Chuuya as much as possible, simply for the sake of being annoying. Leading us up to this evening, where Chuuya gets a knock on his door at a ridiculously late hour.

“What the fuck…who is it?!” Chuuya yelled from the living room as he stood slowly to go answer the door. The person on the other side just kept knocking too, not even stopping after Chuuya had got up to go to the door.

“Ok! Jesus fucking christ, I’m coming!” Chuuya said clearly annoyed as he groggily walked to the door and unlocked it. He didn’t even have to open the door by a centimetre before the door was flung open by who ither than Dazai.

“Chuuuuuya~ I brought wineee!!” Dazai giggled as he closed Chuuya’s door with his foot. Chuuya gave his unexpected visitor a look of sheer disgust.

“And who the fuck said you could come in?? Who invited you? Its fucking 2 in the morning?!” Chuuya yelled, but not loud enough to go through the walls, as he still had respect for his neighbours. Dazai sighed and placed his free hand on his forehead in a theatrically overdramatic way.

“But Chuuuuuyaaaaa!! I went out to buy the most expensive wine I could get just so we could get wasted together and now you're shunning me?!?! I’m going to throw myself off the roof!” Dazai cried. Chuuya all of a sudden was rather interested. Wine?

“Ooh…what kind did you get? Let me see the bottle.” Chuuya snatched the bottle from Dazai’s hand and grimaced.

“Expensive wine my ass, this might as well be from the fucking dollar store. Did you thrift this wine? Cuz I swear this shit is the cheapest thing on the shelf, fucker.” Chuuya put the bottle down on the kitched counter and got two glasses, and his own bottle of wine. Meanwhile Dazai walked to Chuuya’s living room and saw the tv was paused on a cheesy romance movie.

“Chuuya, what kinda garbage do you watch? I know I spent dirt on that wine but your brain must be dirt to think a movie like this is worth watching,” Dazai teased as he turned the tv off and waited for Chuuya to bring the wine and glasses. As Chuuya walked to the living room he scoffed.

“What do you know about romance, dipshit?” Chuuya said as he opened the bottle and poured the glasses. Dazai laughed.

“Surely I know more about romance than you do. At least I’ve had relationships before,” Chuuya scoffed and rolled his eyes at Dazai.

“Oh yeah, “relationships”. All of your relationships lasted a week or less and were toxic as fuck since I bet you’re not even interested in women,” Chuuya smirked as he took a sip of his wine. Dazai reached to grab his glass too, taking a sip and sighing.

“Aw drat! Caught me red handed again Chuuyaaa,” Dazai said sarcastically as he threw his head back dramatically.

“I guess all I’ve ever wanted was some short ginger man to fuck me dumb~” Dazai teased. Chuuya only sighed in response.

“Yeah? Just say that again when I’m a little more drunk and see where it gets you, whore.” Chuuya took another sip of his wine, while watching Dazais face turn from coy to flustered in seconds.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, now drink up you fucker. By the way this is my own wine, not the dog shit you bought, so every drop you drink is coming out of your pocket,” Chuuya said as he refilled his own glass and went to sit down next to Dazai on the couch. Chuuya grabbed the tv remote and stuck on the movie he was watching before. Dazai laughed and immediately started mocking it

“Oh~~ Alejandro!! Mi amour!! You cannot leave me, wah~~ for look, my legs…they opened automatically!!!” Dazai laughed hysterically as he danced around the room. Chuuya held back a laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Bro just watch the movie. The wine is clearly already fucking with you, whatever happened to “I have a high alcohol tolareance” Dazai?” Chuuya laughed. Dazai looked almost offended as he sat down again and watched the movie.

Both of them were slowly sipping their wine glasses, unknowingly going through at least three each. Dazai lets his head slip onto Chuuyas shoulder…Chuuya runs his hand up Dazais thigh…Dazai whispers filth into Chuuya’s drunken ears...Chuuya lifts Dazai’s face by the chin and stares at him, eyes half lidded.

“What was that you said about wanting to get fucked dumb by me again?”

Dazai’s eyes shot wide open before he settled into a smug look.

“I don’t know~ did I ever even say anything?”

Chuuya scoffed as he lent in so closely to Dazai that they were basically kissing.

“Oh…well thats sad,”

Chuuya smirked as he completely pulled away, leaving Dazai sitting there stupidly with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for Chuuya to kiss him. His eyes snapped open as Chuuya moved away completely

“Woah woah woah wait!! I was just jokinggg, I said something earlier, what, did you want me to repeat myself? I gladly will!!” Dazai chirped, basically begging.

Chuuya just nodded, waiting to see if Dazai really meant it or if he was just joking.

Dazai then lent in close to Chuuya’s ear, pressing himself against chuuya in the process and he whispered.

“I want you to to fuck me, Chuuya.”

Maybe it was pent up desire, or maybe it was just the wine, or whe way Dazai seemingly begged but either way their lips were pressed together. Dazai parting his lips slightly to leave passage for Chuuyas tongue, yet without breaking the kiss, he also stated moving to straddle Chuuya. Once Dazai found his place on Chuuya’s lap he only took a second long breather before going back to kiss the ginger. Bandaged hands running up under Chuuya’s shirt, almost achning to get the thing off. Slowly breaking the heated kiss, Chuuya moved to gently kissing along Dazais jaw before pulling away fully to look at him. Dazai’s eyes were halflidded and clouded with lust…or maybe just alcohol. Dazai steadied himself with a hand against Chuuya’s chest as Chuuya slowly unbuttoned Dazai’s shirt.

“For fucks sake just take it off already!” Dazai sighed, while Chuuya just smirked.

“You we’re the one begging for me to do with you as I want, now you’re gonna be a good boy and be patient, ok?” Dazai just gulped and nodded. Finally Dazai’s shirt was fully unbuttoned and thrown to the floor, where Chuuya then hurriedly takes his own shirt off. He peppered kisses down Dazai’s chest and started gently biting and sucking on the milky skin. Dazai’s already gasping, and tangling his hands in chuuyas hair.

“Shit...Chuuya” Dazai said as he let his head tip back. Chuuya smiled against his skin as he left little hickeys behind, all the way up to his neck, making sure they can’t be covered. He trailed his hands down Dazais chest before reaching the hem of his pants. Dazai’s breath hitched.

“You good?” Chuuya asked, making sure before moving any further. Dazai just nodded.

Bliss. That's what Dazai could describe it as, maybe if he could think. Chuuyas digits roughly fucking in and out of his ass, his head thrown back in pleasure as Chuuya kept leaving little marks all over his neck, pulling his bandages loose so that he has more access. As Chuuya fingered Dazai loose, he started playing with Dazai’s tip too, who only let out pornographic moans in response.

“Shit Chuuya- Ngh!”

Chuuya kissed him, swallowing all his moans in the heated moment.

“You’re such a slut. Letting me use you like this. You even asked for it, and now you're whining and doing absolutely nothing…what if I put you to work,” Chuuya whispered to Dazai as he stopped all his actions. Dazai whined in response

“N-no why, what? Don’t stop, come onn,”

He grumbled, Chuuya just took off his boxers and beckoned Dazai

“Ride me. Bitch.”

And without hesitation, Dazai climbed on top of Chuuya and lined up his hole with Chuuyas cock, slowly sinking down on it with an ecstatic expression, moans spilling out of the both of them.

“Shit…so deep…”

Dazai said breathlessly as he finally sat down fully. Within seconds Dazai started moving, up and down rhythmically. A small bump forming on his stomach. Chuuya just watches as it gets smaller and bigger again, moving his hand to push down on it before leaning in to Dazai’s neck, leaving kisses trailing up to his ear

“You feel that? Thats how fucking deep my cock is in you.”

Dazai moaned at Chuuya’s words. After bouncing for a while though he started slowing down, whining at the loss of sensation

“Chuuya, I can't…I’m tired…please..”

Chuuya thrust his hips up into Dazai, gipping into his hair and pulling on it.

“Please? Please what? What do you want, slut?”

“Fuck- shit Chuuya! Ngh- I just want you to fuck me already! Please-”

Chuuya then flipped Dazai over on the couch, so he was positioned on top. He then started pounding into Dazai, no remorse. As if it had been his one and only desire for years.

“Ngh- shit! Fuck I’m-”

Dazai was trying to grip the couch fabric as he failed to speak from all the sudden pleasure.

“Shit I’m gonna fucking fill you up,”

Chuuya panted out, slamming in and out of Dazai as he just writhes and moans. Dazai’s hands going to lift his legs up so Chuuya could hit deeper.

“Please do, oh fuck- Shit I’m gonna cum- mnfg!”

Chuuya bit his lip as Dazai clenched around his dick.

“Shit, me too…”

Chuuya moved so he was more so laying flush against Dazai, wanting to feel their skin touching as he uses it as leverage to also thrust harder into Dazai. Chuuya reaches down to stroke Dazai’s dick as he keeps pounding him at the same time.

“Ngh shit!! Fuck fuck I’m, Ah! I’m gonna- Mngh!”

Chuuya bit into Dazai’s collar as he only stroked him faster.

“That’s it, cum for me, good boy.”

And like on cue Dazai came just seconds later, clenching down tight around Chuuya, which only made him get closer to that edge. After a couple of thrusts Chuuya came inside Dazai. Basically collapsing on top of him moments after. Both panting and tired.

“I…never thought you were gonna take my joke seriously…very happy you did though,”

Dazai laughed breathily, Chuuya only laughing a bit in return.

“Any day…any time…I’d be more than willing to take your jokes seriously,”

Dazai’s eyes widened a bit

“Did you know I loved you, Chuuya?”

He said. Chuuya smiled and kissed him sweetly.

“Of course I did, dipshit. I’ve loved you for seven years now. That's seven years too many.”

Chuuya said with a smile, Dazai nodded.

“Yeah…seven years too many indeed…”

#I HATE THIS #but at least I’m posting #skk #bsd #smut #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bsd smut #sub dazai #chuuya smut #dazai smut

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too hot - lee jooyeon

☆彡 Here’s a summer themed Jooyeon fic! Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll 🫶🏻

synopsis: your boyfriend tries to find ways to be affectionate in the summer heat

word count: 763 | pronouns used: none | genre: established relationships, fluff | cws: eating, Jooyeon is cheesy af but we love him despite

Summer was now in full swing, and every day seemed to get hotter and hotter. You were lying on your couch rewatching one of your favorite shows. The air conditioning was on full blast, there was a fan in the corner of the room- and it was still too hot.

“Honey, I’m home!” shouted your boyfriend, Jooyeon, as he walked through the door to your shared apartment. You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at him.

“Hi,” you greeted him as he walked into the living room. “How was work today?”

“Long!” he groaned. “But now I’m home and I get to spend time with you!” Jooyeon then promptly took his place on the couch, flopping himself on top of you and wrapping his arms around you. “What are we watching?”

You squirmed underneath him, his natural heat instantly clinging to your body. “Jooyeon, can you please get up?”

Jooyeon turned away from the TV, now looking at you. “But…” he looked at you with big, round eyes. “I missed you all day.”

“I know baby, I missed you too.” you comforted him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “But it’s too hot to have you laying on top of me like this.”

“You can lay on me if you think it’ll be cooler that way. I don’t mind!” He wore a hopeful smile. You felt a pang in your chest as you turned him down again.

“It’s too warm to cuddle right now, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he sighed, finally getting off of you. Jooyeon tended to be very cuddly, but that got hard in the summertime. He had to find other ways to be affectionate towards you. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I haven’t,” you answered. “What do you want for dinner?”

Jooyeon thought about it for a moment before a smile erupted onto his face. “Ice cream.”

You looked at him, confusion all over your face. “Ice cream? Jooyeon, we can’t have ice cream for dinner.”

Jooyeon turned to you, now very serious. “Says who?” All you could do was stare back. He took your silence as an answer. “Exactly. C’mon, go get your shoes. There’s a really good ice cream place about a five minute walk down the street.” With that, Jooyeon skipped away to put on his shoes.

☆

The two of you decided to bring your ice cream back to your apartment, so you could enjoy your “dinner” alone. Jooyeon has been telling you a story about work for the past five minutes. His story could’ve been over much quicker, but he was too busy laughing at himself to tell it without stopping. You didn’t mind though. Watching him smile and laugh and talk about the people and things that he loves is one of the best parts of your day.

“So then Gunil started dancing, and,” Jooyeon broke out into another fit of laughter, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. “Oh my god, (Y/N), I wish you could’ve seen it!”

“Gunil is quite the dancer,” you laughed back. You watched as Jooyeon calmed himself down from his laughing fit. Once he was calm, Jooyeon turned to you.

“Oh, (Y/N), you have some ice cream on your face.”

“Do I?” you questioned, bringing your hand to the corner of your mouth. “Where?”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I’ll get it.” Jooyeon then leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips. After a few seconds, he pulled away. “Got it.”

You stared blankly back at him; partially too flustered to think of a response but also a little surprised that you didn’t see that coming. Before you could say something, a shiver ran down your back. Jooyeon looked at you with wide eyes.

“Are you… cold?” he asked, a faint look of hope in his eyes.

“A little bit. I mean, between the air conditioning and the ice cream I’ve definitely cooled down a lot.” You couldn’t help but notice that the smile that somehow never seemed to leave his face managed to get bigger.

“Well I know just the thing to warm you up!” Jooyeon grabbed your hand, pulling you to the living room before you had time to question him. He flopped himself down on the couch once again, pulling you down on top of him.

“You’ve had this planned from the start, haven’t you?” You asked him with a laugh. Jooyeon wrapped his arms tightly around you.

“Maybe.” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re such a dork.”

“I love you too.”

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #xdh fluff #xdh imagines #jooyeon x reader #jooyeon fluff

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