#dw it's gonna be fluffy too

[tenjikubaby]

many fluffy thoughts about ran haitani for your comfort and mine

girl help, i-i- *vomits ran fluff onto your dash*

What’s it like having Ran as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs

Ran doesn’t fall so easily but when he does, you’ll have yourself a doting, caring partner who loves to pamper you.

➼ Ran would want you to look your best, and not only so you’d look good standing next to him! (lol) Because he loves you, he’d want you to feel confident in the way you look. He might take you to his regular salon, offer style advice, or even introduce you to a skincare or haircare routine if you don’t already have one. Before you go out into the streets together, he’d tell you how good you look and remind you to keep your chin up. After all, someone like you, who managed to steal his heart, should stand proud. 

➼ I think he’ll be the type to wipe the corner of your mouth if you missed a stain on it, fix your hair if a strand is out of place, smooth down your clothes, fix your collar or tie if it’s askew, etc. (He definitely used to do this to Rindou) 

➼ He thinks about you a lot so that when he finds an outfit from a magazine that would look great on you, or smells a perfume that screams “you” to him, he’d want to show you! All he needs is the slightest sign of approval–-maybe your face brightening up? Perhaps a small smile? Maybe you looked at it for more than ten seconds? Before you know it, he’s already bought it for you.

➼ Shopping with Ran, huh? This gives you the privilege of seeing him try on clothes! He’ll ask you what you think, or to pick out stuff you’d like to see him wearing. Of course, he’d want to buy clothes for you too. If you ever had the experience of your mom making you come back to the fitting room again and again because she found some great clothes for you, here it is again! Except it’s not your mom anymore but your partner. 

➼ If you’re not well-off, Ran would spoil you to death. He’d want you to experience all the luxuries that he and his brother do. You get to have your dates at fancy fine-dining restaurants. You receive only the most expensive chocolates. Your wardrobe is slowly filling up with designer clothing. He would give you the world as long as you stay with him. 

➼ Relaxing with Ran is always a treat. Imagine being pampered by Ran in his room: he is softly humming as he covers your face in an expensive mask. Him brushing or massaging oils into your hair. His touches are so gentle, and it makes you sleepy. All while doing these, a perfectly serene smile is on his face. (He rarely ever gets to do this on Rindou, so he is happy to have you.)

➼ There are days when you both just want to chill on their balcony wearing bathrobes, sipping wine (or any drink of your choice) out of fancy glasses. Your usual topics of conversation are celebrities, fashion, art, and maybe even philosophy! Ran is interested in hearing your opinions on different topics as well as sharing his own. If anyone tries to disturb your time together, they will face Ran’s wrath. His time with you is precious!

➼ Ran would be the #1 reason you’re late to anything because his bed is just so comfy, he’s so comfy, and honestly, how could you leave that pretty sleeping princess behind? If he wakes up to you leaving the bed, he will try to pull you back in. He’ll say “5 more minutes” while wrapping himself tighter around you.

➼ As his partner, you must laugh at his dad jokes. He loves puns, so come up with some of your own, won't you? Aside from dad jokes, his humor can be outdated. He’s the type of person who’d use a 2016 meme in 2020. Sometimes, you or Rindou need to explain certain memes or trends to him. It’s cute. He’s cute.

➼ To Rindou, you are a godsend. With you around, his brother is less of a killjoy (his words). He can party just a bit longer and be as loud with his friends as he wants. If he’s lucky, you manage to get his brother out of the house for maybe a night or two. It’s also fun for him to see his brother go so soft with you. 

➼ Ran is anxious whenever you hang out with people he doesn't know. He would want to meet your friends, and if any of them feel off to him, he would tell you. (His intuition is pretty good, after all). He won't ask you to stop hanging out with them but will remind you to be cautious. It's not out of possessiveness but worry about your safety. Your boyfriend, after all, rules Roppongi. People are always out to exploit his weaknesses.

➼ If you somehow piss him off, you have to wait for him to come to you. If for example, you’re spending the night at their residence, you have to stay on the couch before he allows you back in his room. In the middle of the night, you might feel yourself being gently shaken awake by Ran (it’s a bit scary because his hair-covered face is the first thing you see) who wants to invite you back into his room. You’re forgiven. 

➼ If he’s pissed you off, he’d also stay away for a while. Sooner or later, he’ll take out a cake or tub of ice cream with two spoons and sit with you so you can share it. If he sees you busy working on something, he’ll approach with a mug of a hot drink he prepared for you and a snack before sitting beside you. The apology comes after a long moment of silence, and things are okay again. Humbling himself and saying sorry was hard for him at first, but it got easier because he loves you. 

#ran haitani #tokyo revengers headcanons #tenjikubaby #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani x reader #i'm so down bad 4 him #he's my girl he's my princess u don't understand #there will be more of these btw #i'll be boyfriendifying all of s62 no one is safe #rindou is next #i might do izana last #i need a lot of time for The Worst Boyfriend #dw it's gonna be fluffy too #he's not exempted from fluff vomit #are you reading the tags hello #hope you're having a nice day #why am i so nervous about posting this #bye i'm logging off for a while and letting this sit

[fluffle-friends]

New canon for Ranmaru: when he first shows up at NRC he has horrible anxiety in large spaces (as in larger than a single room) so he ends up being given a stress toy by Cater or Trey that's small and easy to hold in his hand and fiddle with to keep his mind clear when he's making his way around campus

#ranmaru.suzuki #hes gonna be a lil messed up from the way his mother raised him for half his life #dw rhough he has friends to look out for him now. sweet and fluffy comfort is what he'll experience while at NRC! #well - along with the main storyline too ig lmao

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"my favorite set of stairs is the one up to Your Room"

"let's tangle our legs again, the world doesn't need us to leave our heads. let's tie our breath in knots again, nothing's complicated if we pretend."

synopsis// a normal morning for you and megumi.

pairing// megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

word count// 812

contents// just pure fluff ! also not explicitly specified but you both are adults :)

requested// by an anon!

notes// i don't usually post oneshots mid smau buttt im making an exception bc this is rlly short and fluffy ! anywho this was also inspired by 11:11 by waterparks!! i was gonna use deep red by movements as inspiration but i think 11:11 fit more sigh... dw movements... you'll get ur time to shine eventually...

You blink the sleep away as you take in your surroundings, realizing you're on Megumi’s chest with your hand draped over his waist and your legs tangled together. You yawn, softly rubbing your face against his chest as if trying to get any bit closer to him, and when his heartbeat drumming in your ear starts to sound like a lullaby, you know it's time to get up. So you do.

Kinda.

Your version of getting up right now consists of lazily lifting your head up to stare at Megumi, who’s still fast asleep. His eyelashes brush up against his flushed cheeks—you can't help but reach your hand up to caress his face, and who can blame you? When he’s asleep like this, looking so at peace, it’s almost as if he's begging you to hold his face in your hands, and when you do, it’s like you have the whole world sitting right there in your palm. and as if he can feel you touching him even in his sleep, he smiles, and you find yourself falling in love with him all over again.

The scene before you is just serene, and yeah, maybe you wake up to this every morning, but it never grows old. In fact, it just gets better with time, and you’re over the moon to have all the time in the world with Megumi. ...Except for right now, because you really should be getting up and getting ready for work. You drop your head against his chest and take a deep breath, silently wishing time would just pause so you could stay here, but alas, it does not.

You lift your head again and litter a series of small kisses against his jaw, soft enough that they shouldn’t have woken him, yet he stirs awake, as if you’ve effectively pavlov’d the poor boy to associate that small, soft feeling with you leaving. Megumi wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you in place. You honestly have no idea how he has this much strength when he’s literally half asleep, but you embrace it—his hold on you is as calming as a weighted blanket.

He tucks your head beneath his chin and slurs, “Don’t go.”

You hum and tuck your head further into his neck, placing chaste kisses against him, reveling in how he shivers. "I have to.”

"No, you don't.” 

You laugh softly as you pick your head back up to look at him, his eyes half-lidded, looking like he could fall back asleep any second now.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs sheepishly, collapsing under the weight of your gaze.

"Don't I always?”

He lazily lifts his head to kiss you, but his coordination is horrible due to the fact that his brain isn't even entirely awake right now, so his kiss lands more on the side of your mouth than fully on it. He groans at his failed attempt.

“Kiss me.”

"Yes, your majesty,” you tease.

You ignore Megumi's sleepy glare, instead leaning down and softly pressing your lips against his. You do this a few times, feeling Megumi smile into the kiss, yet it’s all onesided, and you pull away with a huff.

“Why am I gonna kiss you if you’re too lazy to kiss back?”

“Because you love me?”

"Sure, whatever,” you mumble, pressing your hands against his chest to push yourself off of him, but he doesn't give you that chance, instead grabbing you by your wrists to prevent you from getting up any further. "Megumi, I need to go to work.”

He doesn't say anything; instead, he opens his eyes—still lidded, but now he doesn’t look sleepy; now he just looks like he's giving you puppy eyes… Because he is, and he’s evil because he knows your conviction crumbles right then and there at the sight of them.

"Don't look at me like that,” you say, turning your head away from him.

Megumi doesn’t accept that and releases one of your wrists to grab your jaw, forcing you to face him. “Like what?”

“You know what.” 

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Stay? Please?”

You sigh and drop your forehead against his, mumbling, "Megumi, I have to go to work.”

You hear him tut before pushing you off of him and rolling onto his side, his back facing you, as he bitterly mumbles, “Whatever.”

You roll your eyes, yet a fond smile adorns your face. “You’re such a big baby.”

“Go to work; leave me alone.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You quickly hop off the bed and get ready for work, not leaving without littering a few more kisses on Megumi’s face, who’s already sound asleep once more. You’d be more sad about leaving him if you didn’t already know that tomorrow morning would play out exactly like this again and the next. And the morning after that. And after that—and probably forever after that.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

#jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fluff #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #bimbo's one shots #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #bimbo’s one shots; jjk #jjk oneshot #jujutsu kaisen one shot #jjk x gender neutral reader

[catiuskaa]

new task: valentine’s day.

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 10.6k (OH MY FUCKING GOD)

CW: it’s like fluffy comfort because I say so, kim seungmin supremacy (YES), use of spanglish (just on the text messages bc yes, it’s not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format for plot convenience (and a whole bunch of emojis and colors), the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), use of cliché valentine and enemies2lovers tropes (BECAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND THEY WORK), academic rivals (we love to see it), bad student reader x good student seungmin (like bad/mean girl x good boy ish), mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying?, mentions of being followed, use of (pet)names because I don’t like using ‘y/n’: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, (yes i’m just petty like that, sue me), hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is almost a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

SPECIAL THANKS! To my lovely pookies @lyramundana and @tonks-21 for ideas and support, plus also, most of the classmate’s names are thanks to gorgeous gourgeous @stayconnecteed and her spanishverse series bc i’m so invested! Go check all of their blogs out! 100% recommend. son mis chicas españolitas, hehe<3

A/N: alone on valentine’s day? same for me, pookie! but dontchu worry, mister kim seungmin is here to help us out<3 (and if not, we can always help each other😚🫶)

[☆★🌷★☆]

{PROLOGUE: THE GROUPCHAT}

At first, you didn’t really know him.

To think for a second that there was a time where you didn’t know who he was made you sigh. Oh, how you wish you had never, ever encountered him.

…Kim Seungmin.

Some may say that ‘rivals’ or ‘enemies’ is a term that could seem too intense regarding a simple statement: that you two didn’t get along.

But no. Because those kind of words were exactly how you’d define your relationship.

And it had all started the first day of your last year before graduating. When you made the class groupchat.

> you created ‘Year 13-A 😼😼’

> you added ‘lucas🤺’ ‘atenea🛐’ ‘noa🫶’ and 16 more.

> you: guys help, am I missing people?

> you: @ atenea🛐 told me to create this group for homework n stuff but idk if I have everyone’s numbers 😵‍💫😵‍💫

< noa🫶: tía you’re missing two people no?

< lara💋: hala, new people?? 👀

< noa🫶: pero- they’re literally from the other group, girl

< abril🌻: you even know them lara

< abril🌻: se te va la pinza JAJSJA

< miguel📚: sí, there should be 22 people (creo)

> you: oh right, Lix told me!

> you: yeah i’ll add them now, brb 🏃‍♀️

Well.

Rookie mistake.

> you added ‘kim seungmin™️’, ‘hyunjin🎨’

> you: omg i even added everyone

< lucas🤺: omg omg

< kim seungmin™️: omg omg so crazyy

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you texted. But that was just because you hadn’t talked to him before.

Now was a different story, of course. You wouldn’t smile, not for Kim Seungmin.

> you: @ kim seungmin™️ what was crazy is how difficult it was finding someone who had your phone number, lol

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: fr fr omg

< lucas🤺: que es omg

< lucas🤺: ‘oh me gustas’ ? omg?

< lara💋: you’re such an idiot, asshole

< lucas🤺: ohhh you love me so bad 😌😌😌

< isabel🌸: she knows better lol

< lucas🤺: dude, you’re my sister

< lucas🤺: shouldn’t you be backing me?

< isabel🌸: there’s a fee for that, dude.

You giggled at the stupid teasing, used to your mates’ shenanigans that never ceased to make you laugh.

But then, he replied.

< kim seungmin™️: @ you the only difficult thing here is you reaching graduation

…

Your smile faded.

You read that once more. Then again. And another time.

You chuckled dryly.

What was this guy on about?

> you: ah? wdym?

You remember thinking that maybe he was joking. That maybe he was someone who talked to people with a lot of harsh remarks without really meaning them. That maybe he was trying to be funny, or something.

Other texts showed up, but Kim Seungmin —named like so in the contact Felix had shared to you— wasn’t replying.

< minho🐈: guys wtf it’s 00:12

< lucas🤺: oh he uses the other clock

< lucas🤺: so its am-pm for us but not for you

< lucas🤺: think you’re special? wanna fight?

< noa🫶: lucas just shut up and go to bed

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: damn right 🛌🛌🛌

< miguel📚: guys, stop texting 😓

> you: yeah guys lol

< minho🐈: no u started this

< minho🐈: u shush

You snickered softly, used to Minho’s humour, quickly playing along.

> you: ?! unfair ☝️🤓

< kim seungmin™️: no, minho’s right for once

< kim seungmin™️: you should shush

< kim seungmin™️: you’re less annoying when you’re quiet

You frowned at your phone, your face contorted in angry confussion.

Who did this guys think he was?

With a huff, you typed a rapid “gtg guys!”, ignoring Seungmin’s texts, and quickly settled your phone back on your pocket, getting off the bus and finally arriving home.

You groaned, the text that that Seungmin idiot had sent still rolling in your head even after you laid in bed. You passed your hands through your hair.

“Difficult to reach graduation?” You mumbled, eyes fixated ln the chatroom the sentence feeling like acid in your mouth.

Kim Seungmin wasn’t ready for how difficult his last year was going to be, solely for his stupid text message.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 2: UNDER THE STREETLIGHT}

After avoiding Seungmin like the plague all Thursday, only looking at his back when you zoned off in class, Friday arrived earlier than expected.

You hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, the thought of his sweet taste lingering in your mouth, almost letting you feel the ghost of his lips pressed against yours.

“Hello? Earth to… oh, you’re awake, Jesus.” Abril looked at you with a smile, but she was unable to hide her worried look.

“Of course I am,” you mumbled, shaking your head sideways. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t even touched your delicious and totally-not-overcooked pasta.” Lara mentioned the cafeteria lunch as she poked it whith her fork, full of humour. “It leads to believe that you’re dealing with something far more interesting that the technical drawing homework, that’s for sure.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Is it because Henry Li has been ignoring you?” Noa mentioned softly.

You blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’d been ignoring you? Now that she had mentioned, maybe that could’ve happened. Maybe you would’ve realized if you hadn’t been so focused on Seungmin and whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes…

…or maybe you should look for an easier name for it.

“Uh, no, he invited me to this new place today, actually,” you brushed your hair with your hand mindlessly. “But I’m fine. Really. Just tired.” You smiled at the girls, and joined in at their conversation.

After lunch, you separated from Lara and Noa, who had literature, and Abril, who had been hanging out with a guy called Jeongin from her photography club recently, and so you headed to the study room.

It was a quiet place, quieter that what you had initially expected for a high school study room. Matter of fact, you thought it was a pity that the school closed it after class, considering that in that case you wouldn’t have to walk to the public library.

You opened the door silently, finding that there were barely any students, only three or four people studying silently. You were heading towards a lonely corner so you could listen to music in a high volume without having to pay attention if it could be heard through your headphones. Or maybe, considering that it hadn’t been a lie and that you had slept like four hours maximum, you could probably rest there until the bell rang.

You snickered when you looked to your right, finding someone struggling with the technical drawing homework that had been assigned that morning, the one that Lara and Noa had been talking about.

You gently tapped the guy’s shoulder, but spoke before he even turned.

“You’re missing this incline here,” you whispered on his ear, your arms coming above his shoulders, placing your hands above his, placing the square and bevel on the right angle. “It should be seen, but with dotted lines, get it? That way the side-view makes sense.” You added with a soft giggle.

“Oh, right. T-thank you…” he mumbled, not facing you.

You brushed it off as weird, but your sleepy self wasn’t bothered enough to notice or pry, and instead smiled, ruffled his hair and settled in your cozy little corner, placing your scarf in between your arms and rested your head on it, merely “resting your eyes”, but only if a teacher happened to come and check on the students.

Seungmin stared at your sleeping figure, eyes almost wide. He felt like his heart was going to explode underneath the layers of flesh. His hands tingled, his usually warm and sweaty palms missing the comfortable coldness of yours, so soothing and relaxing.

Either you had completely gone crazy, or he had fallen asleep trying to complete the stupid assignment. He knew you were good at technical drawing, it was one of the subjects were he wasn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when several students started asking you for help on their papers and assignments, considering that you were one of the few who was able to receive praise from the teacher, a middle-aged man with no kind of vocation with kids or teaching, by any means.

But it had never happened when he was the one in need of help, had you ever considered the idea of helping him.

He watched you, puzzled, as he had never done before, and maybe it would be the first time of many because Seungmin found himself liking what he was seeing, dare I say mesmerized by the image before him.

By you.

Your sleepy figure was as calm as he had ever seen from you, sleeping with little to no care in the world. Your hair remained stuck in a ponytail, which allowed Seungmin to notice that it left the skin of your neck visible, and despite the voice on his head saying that it was a behaviour quite like a man from the Modern Ages, just being so fixated at that small bit of skin, he couldn’t help but feel bashfully amazed.

Suddenly, he noticed you licked your lips, your eyes still closed and your small smile never faltering, but that made something start to flutter in his stomach, as if a whole lot of butterflies had been awaken at the sight of you, tranquil, and sweet, and cute, and he forced himself to stop looking at you abruptly, wondering why he had done that in the first place.

Licking your lips only made Seungmin aware of how dry his were, and action plus the thought of your lips immediately brought back what had happened on Wednesday.

Crazy. He’d gone completely crazy.

He felt his hand slowly approach his lips and he grazed them with his fingers, almost able to taste your chapstick back on his lips. Because he had been able. All Wednesday night. And a small part of him wanted more of it.

He blushed, scratching his eyes. He hadn’t slept shit, his mind betraying him every time he attempted to close his eyes instantly going back to the memory of how you stared at him after your kiss, dark pupils, and red lips, and so ridiculously gorgeous that it made Seungmin wonder why whenever he saw you he resorted to his first line in code: being mean.

He never used that side with anyone. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, because small, teasing and slightly unhinged Kim Seungmin had tried to be himself in middle school, and… well.

Let’s just say that it didn’t work like expected.

But everyone loved dorky, funny and sweet Seungmin. Even with the difference with grades, that had definetely not been appreciated in his early years, nowadays people would see that as a part of him, and he recieved praise for it, not only from teachers, but also nice classmates, who sometimes went to seek help from him.

He just needed to pretend for a bit. Smile here and there, and put on a sheepish act of bashfulness that despite it not being natural, it wasn’t totally bad. It wasn’t like middle school.

But then you came in the picture.

Something about you made Seungmin want to tease you. To see you finally look at him after battling in your head if you even should, and then, sometimes when you were mad enough, you’d glare at him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Your cheeks flushed in anger that creeped up your body, how you looked at him through your lashes or how you’d tease him back. The first time you had done that, his brain’s chemistry had changed, he was sure of that.

He didn’t care about the mean remarks, and that now seemed almost obvious, considering what had happened almost two days ago in the school bus.

But it got impossible to miss when Seungmin noticed your sleepy self shivering in your slumber. With a mental groan, careful of not making any kind of loud noise in the study room, he slowly got closer to your corner, and tried to close the windows near it. And failed, because the stupid windows were old and rusty, only able to move them a bit.

He bit his lip, arguing in his head. Would that be enough? No, it probably wasn’t, right? Yeah, it couldn’t be. Considering that you always wore thin clothing, always borrowing your mates’ jackets…

…it couldn’t possibly hurt to do a bit more, right?

Seungmin approached you further, and shook a hand close to your face, but you were dead, as still as a fallen tree, despite the sunlight that enetered throught the windows glowing on your face, the Sun in winter, that brought little to no warmth, made you shine in his eyes.

He’d see you in the public library a couple of hours later. It didn’t mean anything. He could probably tease you for sleeping in school later. Yeah. And then he’d ask for his jacket back.

Seungmin was lost in his thoughts as he carefully settled his jacket over your shoulders, and he froze when you sighed deeply, surrounded by a familiar warmth and a cozy scent that you didn’t know you had missed or needed until then, but you didn’t wake up.

He blinked when he noticed your phone in your hand, the screen suddenly turning on. He giggled at your wallpaper, which had a silly joke on it and a funny doodle of a banana.

But then his eyes trailed down to the notification that had made the phone turn on.

[3 new messages from: henry li🫧]

> sorry i didn’t get to see u yesterday, had to sort smth out!

> guys.its.totally.a.real.address.wdym.lol

> it’s the address for later, shortcake 😉❤️

…huh?

Seungmin blinked once. Twice. Nah, his glasses had to be deceiving him. Then, another notification popped up.

> can’t wait to see you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He winced silently.

Ugh. What a cringy choice of emojis.

Did you really like this guy?

He frowned, going back to his place in the study room.

Ugh.

He didn’t care, obviously. Why would he care? That wasn’t his business. Never was, never would be. Not like he was interested. Pffft, no. Not at all. Yeah, nah. That kiss had been a one time thing. Totally. 100%. He wasn’t thinking about it again. Nope. Nor did he want to kiss you again. Not in a chance.

Just… ugh.

It was just that… no. Scratch that. No further comments.

He sighed as he went back to his work, feeling a sudden inspiration hit him as he took out a blank paper for the English class valentine’s assignment, but not before he looked at you again, then shook his head, turning the music back on in his headphones. He started writing, drafting, and throwing papers away, getting slightly desperate at his perfectionism.

He sighed. His eyes trailed off towards you.

Slowly, words started to flow in his head. Pretty sentences, things that he had kept hidden in the back of his mind. Maybe it could be good to let it all out. It couldn’t hurt. Yeah.

So he stared writing. Vomiting word after word. And he finished earlier than expected, with two papers.

One was perfect for the english assignment. It was boring and dull enough to be handed in for a school work, but good enough for his perfectionism.

And the other… was something different.

Something that had only happened because you were there, in front of him.

He stood up, letter on his hand. He leaned against the table you were sleeping in, and settled the jacket further on your shoulders. He sighed, grabbing a pen from his pencil case, folding the letter and signed it.

Maybe it was a bad idea, he thought as he picked up his stuff from the table and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at your figure once more before heading out.

It had been to check if you were still asleep, of course.

Just to check.

Yeah.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

And again.

And again.

With a groan, you silently accepted that there was no way you could fool an inanimate object into believing that you were still asleep.

But when you yawned and looked around and didn’t find the posters in your room, but rather a whole bunch of tables and chairs, your eyes widened.

It hadn’t been your alarm but a phone call that had awoken you.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled, picking up the call and quickly taking your backpack and scarf and rushing out of the study room, taking a quick scan and making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind.

“I’m heading to the club now, shortcake.” A low voice greeted. “Are you getting ready?”

Who…?

“H-henry?” You frowned slightly.

You heard him snicker through the other side. “Yeah?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“N-nothing! Nothing, I, uh, I was just doing my make up. Y-you know.”

What? You frowned, even more this time. No, that didn’t make any sense. You always blabbered about how you never did your make up for clubbing because the one you owned was cheap and never stayed on anyways.

“Sure, yeah.”

It didn’t seem like he had noticed.

“You can head there before me. I’ll go there eventually, yeah?”

You heard him snicker on the other side of the phone call. “Ok, baby.” He cleared his throat, stuttering a bit. “Y-yeah, I mean, I’ll uh… get there in a bit. Don’t rush.”

Only then you felt that the wind from outside wasn’t freezing your bones like usual. You squinted at the jacket you were wearing.

“Henry, did you…?” But he hung up.

It probably was him. Yeah. That’s why he had called you. To make sure you’d wake up.

Besides, there were little to no people who’d do such a kind gesture towards you, and even if the jacket was pretty much your style and it smelled like heaven, it didn’t feel like something any of the girls would keep around.

So, why didn’t it made you feel giddy that Henry had given you his jacket?

You kept on running through the hallways and catched the bus that was usually there for students who had extracurricular classes, unlucky people who had to stay in school late in Fridays. You never had, using Fridays to be a bit lazy or to start homework sooner just to hand it in earlier than Seungmin.

Oh.

Friday.

Seungmin.

The library.

You bit your nails, staring through the window.

Would he wait there for long?

What was he going to do once he figured you weren’t going to show up?

Were you… feeling guilty?

No… that… that couldn’t be, you chuckled dryly. Mean decisions against Kim Seungmin didn’t spend too much time on the judgmental side of your brain. You just… teased him back. And he’d take it. And double it. And so on.

So why did this feel too mean?

Could it be because of whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes?

Could the fact that it had been the best thing that had happened in a long while?

Well, fine.

Not just ‘thing’.

A kiss.

And for fuck’s sake, what kiss.

You groaned and grunted, sprinting home as soon as the bus stopped.

Why did it always have to be him?

You entered your room and burst open your closet. The jacket was cool, you thought. And if you were going to see Henry, you could just wear it and hand it back to him in the club.

It was vintage, but its warmth engulfed you as if it had been handmade. Its funky designs and patterns looked cute, and its grey color contrasted well with it. You chose the first dress you saw, a tight black dress with no sleeves that you would’ve discarded as too short if you had more time, but it wasn’t exactly something you could’ve bragged about.

Jacket, dress, high socks, boots, wallet, phone, keys, headphones… yeah. You nodded, checking all of the boxes in your mental list, and started hurriedly walking to the address he had sent.

You hoped you weren’t going to be too late.

[☆★🌷★☆]

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

“The number you are trying to call is turned off or out of coverage. Please, leave your message after the—”

You hang up, tired of hearing that mechanic voice over and over again.

You looked around you, and there was nothing that looked like a club. You had tried to enter the building that the address lead to, but it hadn’t got well.

A strange figure opened a small window and gave you a look, almost disgusted. It took you a second to understand that they were wearing a mask, with dark lace and other colours. But just when you were about to speak, the window slammed close.

You blinked, puzzled. Where the fuck was Henry sending you? What kind of club was this?

You had started to roam around the building, trying to call him —and failing misserably, because the damn guy couldn’t pick up the fucking phone for the life of him—, but now you were starting to run out of ideas.

It was past 12pm, your legs shivered with every slight wind that swooshed your way, and there was no one that was going to pick up the phone. Not Henry, that ridiculous imbecile, not Lucas, who always bragged about having his phone in night mode, so nothing would get to him until morning, and not the girls, because Noa had her phone turned off, Atenea was most likely sleeping, Abril and Lara hadn’t picked up either, and your list of close friends who could possibly pick up was… that.

And no one was picking up the fucking phone.

You were about to keep on ranting about how disgustingly bad this was turning out to be, but you heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, but didn’t find the source. With a frown, you walked to the building again

Placing your hand on one of the windows, who were dark and almost impossible to see through, you could notice that in the dim light from what could be seen outside, Henry was well entertained with a certain kind of company, so much that he couldn’t even pick up your phone.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the tinted glass. Of course. Yeah. That made total sense. It was Henry, after all. He had always been known to be kind of an asshole anyways. It couldn’t possibly come out as a surprise the fact that he actually was.

You shook your head and mentally mocked him and the blond girl he was kissing.

Henry Li could go to Hell.

Guess there was nothing left to do now. You had dumped Seungmin, and Henry had dumped you. It was an ass move over an ass move. Maybe you kinda deserved it.

But then your thoughts ended in a halt, because you swore you could feel a shadow starting to follow you from a distance.

They were behind you, but not too close, and due to their hoodie it was imposible to distinguish their face.

So you started walking. Turning left. Right. Left again. Right. Just kept on walking. Don’t look behind you. They’d probably just leave. This had to be your imagination, 100%.

But when you took a peak, the silhouette was not only still behind you, slowly walking towards you, but a slight bit closer this time.

You swallowed dry, gulped, even. Your heart tightened in your chest. What kind of joke was this? Your eyes were tearing up. You were tired, and this was mental. Adrenaline rumped through your body, and even if you were already lost, you kept on walking.

You took your phone from your pocket. Think, think, think. Who could you call? Who could pick up at one am? You scrolled down your list of contacts, until for a reason you don’t fully get, your eyes stopped at a certain name.

—> seungmeannie

It couldn’t possibly hurt to try… right?

You sniffed almost silently, and pressed call.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

You started crying a bit louder, unable to hold it back.

“Eh, hi…?”

“S-seungmin!” You sobbed, smiling. It was the first time in your life you had been that happy just from being able to hear his voice, raspy and low.

“W-what?” He stopped talking, and you guessed that it was because he hadn’t figured out who was calling him so late at night. “Do you know what time it is, you fun-sized dingus?” He groaned sleepily at the phone.

You bit your lip and sniffed.

“Wait. Are you… crying?” His tone had changed.

“I-i’m sorry about t-this eve-ening.” You sobbed, failing to hold back the tears, hugging the jacket that was still on your shoulders.

“Are you drunk, little one?” You never thought your shoulders could relax as fast as they had when his soft tone of voice called you that stupid nickname.

“N-no, I… I went to this stupid club, with-“

“With Henry, yeah.” The way he said his name, as if he wanted to put that stupid bitch in a box and send him to the end of the world took you by surprise.

“B-but um, he’s not picking up my phone and I…” you gulped. Taking a peek behind you, you shivered. “I think someone’s following me.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin had never stood up from bed as fast as he had done that night. “Where are you?” He asked to the phone as he randomly picked a sweater and his glasses, biting his lip as he struggled to put on his shoes.

“I… I don’t know.” You sobbed. “I started walking away so he’d go, but it didn’t work.” You mumbled, sniffing. You felt so stupid.

“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah?” It was the first time in the whole afternoon that you felt like that statement could be true. Because Seungmin was going to help you. “Don’t hang up. Tell me what buildings can you see. Try heading away from small alleys. I’ll find you.”

Seungmin rushed out of his appartment, not before scribbling down what was happening in a post it note and left it on his mother’s bedside table.

“T-there are some restaurants, but they’re all closed.” You started, dubious as how was this going to work. “There’s a road to my left.”

“Can you name any of the restaurants, little one?” Seungmin had a hunch, and he huffed, sprinting to the plaza closest to his appartment.

“I just passed by a Mexican, I think.” You sniffed, Seungmin’s soothing voice working like a charm and calming you down slowly. “In front of me, I think this is a Japanese… it’s called Ginza.”

Seungmin chuckled, feeling relief flooding his body. “Y-yeah, ok! I- god, yes, I know where you are. Keep walking straight ahead. There should be a park, right?” He started running, hiding the fact that he’d have to rush and make the usual fifteen minutes it could take him to arrive where you were and make them five.

He needed to see you and make sure you were safe.

“I… shit, yeah! I can see it!” You went back to crying, a smile planted in your features.

“I’m almost there. You’re doing so well, little one.”

You felt your cheeks getting warmer at that. Walking a bit faster, you looked behind you, finding that the silhouette was still there.

But Seungmin was close. Seungmin said everything would be fine.

“S-seungmin?” You mumbled at the phone, wanting to hear his voice, so soothing and warm.

“Under the streetlight, silly.”

You heard the beep that sounded when Seungmin ended the call, but he was there, tangible, a couple of meters away from you.

You chuckled, happy to see him for the first time ever, and crying away the pent up stress and worry, you ran off to him, and clung your arms around his neck tightly, unbothered at the need to stand on the tips of your toes to do so.

Seungmin stuttered, still panting from the marathon he had ran to get there, 100% baffled at this. But it was ok. You were there. You were safe.

“T-they’re still behind me.” You whispered against his chest.

He could feel your nervousness on your tone, how scared you were judging by how strongly your arms closed behind his neck, and hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his arms pulling you closer by your lower back, keeping you grounded and so weirdly safe in his grasp, and it felt so strangely comforting coming from him that your eyes swelled with more tears.

You couldn’t see or feel the person behind you anymore, but Seungmin did, somewhat clearly.

The only thing that his mind made up that moment is that for the person to leave, they’d have to believe you two did know each other.

And Seungmin’s heart beated loudly in his chest when your grasp loosened and you stood back on your feet, allowing him to see how your lip trembled, how you were holding back tears and how you looked at him with a million emotions hidden in the colour of your eyes. He had never seen you cry before.

His hands itched to touch you again, a sudden need to comfort you that overwhelmed him.

So he did.

His hands cradled your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears, and he pecked your lips softly, smiling at your baffled face. His arms engulfed you in a comforting hug that smelled so much like the jacket you were wearing.

He looked behind you, and the silhouette was nowhere to be found. As if it had never been there before.

“It’s ok.” Seungmin whispered in your ear. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They’re gone, yeah?” His arms rested on your shoulders as his slender hands stroked your hair. “No one’s gonna hurt you now, pretty.”

And you started to cry on his shoulder, because not only then you realized how bad you had needed a hug, and not even the fact that it had been a hug from him that you had secretly yearned for, but because none of your excuses made sense now.

There was no ‘fake’ or ‘real’ Seungmin.

Whatever he was, fake or not, stood in front of you as he hugged you under the streetlight.

And you sighed as he cooed at you softly, because deep down you had known for a while.

It was time you came to terms with it.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 3: WINDOWS, LETTERS AND POEMS}

Wednesday. 9:56 am. 14th February.

Most of your classmates were still arriving from their next class as you stared at two papers in your hands slightly from afar, pencil in your lips.

You had discarded most of your creations all Monday and Tuesday when you finally ended with a draft you liked for the stupid english homework. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

But the letter in your other hand, however, was something you had never done before.

“What’s that you got there?”

Any kind of bubbly and nervous emption you had vanished at the sound of that low voice.

“Fuck off, Li.” You grunted in a husky tone, frowning at him and grabbing back the letter from his hands.

“Is it a love letter for me?” He chuckled, ignoring your behaviour.

“Why the fuck would I write that, huh?” You laughed, a chuckle full of acid, one that had much more hatred that you had ever said before.

Henry brushed a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help but think he looked stupid. You had liked this guy? Ugh.

“Because today is valentine’s day, shortcake.”

You squinted and frowned at him.

“Swishing those dyed and damaged locks like a Loreal advert won’t make anyone fall in love with you.” You snorted, and realized the people in the hallway had fallen into silence, listening to your conversation. “Or maybe it worked with that blond girl in the club?” You pretended to ponder out loud, leaning against the locker behind you, facing him with confidence.

“Wait, what?” He mumbled.

You snickered, taking him by surprise. “Oh, silly. I was never going to date you. I kept hearing that you were an ass and figured that was right, because aside from me, little to no people talked to you. I guess I just felt pityful.” You faked a pout.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders tense.

“You’re lying.” He grunted.

You chuckled. “You wish I was. That blond girl didn’t steal my man. She stole my problem.” You heard some gasps from the people in the corridor, as they had formed some kind of circle around you two.

But then, Henry snorted, and cleared his throat, talking with a much louder voice. “So you’re not going to let everyone know about you and Seungmin?” He smirked. “I feel like that’s a bit unfair. Making it seem like I’m the bad guy and all.”

You tried hard to make it seem like that hadn’t surprised you. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t have time to react when he yanked your letter from your hand.

“Such sweet words, all dedicated to him,” he mocked. “I think these people want to know.”

“Give it back!” You clenched your jaw, your eyes dull with embarassment.

Even if he wasn’t as tall as Seungmin, there was still a decent difference between you and him. And with a sly grin, he raised the paper above your head.

You licked your lips, anger filling your body.

“Give. It. Back.”

But then he started reading.

“I looked at him as if he were the Sun, in that I never looked at him except in frustration.” He read out loud, moving the paper from your reach everytime you tried to reach. “I seeked his warmth, I complained when he was gone, but I never looked, not until I noticed he was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, I wondered how I had never seen him before.”

You stared at the floor, a blush spreading through your cheeks, coming from your neck.

“And that’s basically what happened.” You mumbled to Abril and Lucas over at a bench in the school grounds, hours after that whole thing had happened.

“What?!” You flinched at Abril’s loud voice. “I’m going to kill him. I am so going to murder that nasty ass bitch.” She threatened to stand up, but Lucas grabbed her forearm.

“And what about Seungmin?” He questioned softly, a lot more gentle that what you usually would expect.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“I haven’t spoken to him since Friday” You stared at him with a weakness you had never felt before. “It’s like he doesn’t want to talk to me, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” You sniffed.

You had to stay in the study room for the afternoon, waiting for Atenea to get out of the club she was in so you could head to the library together like you had promised, but as you studied in silence, someone sat in the chair in front of you, frowning at you.

You took your headphones off and scratched your eyes. “Eh… Hyunjin?”

“Abril told Lara and she told me,” he mentioned in a huff. “And I’ve known Seungmin for many years. He’s not an impulsive guy. He hasn’t treated anyone like how he treats you.”

You blinked, puzzled, but frowned at him. “Are you going to scold me?”

“You better believe I am!” He scoffed. “Would you like me to politely tell you that you’ve behaved like a total idiot around him?”

“What are you—?!”

“You simply never bothered to talk to Seungmin about any of what Lara told me!” He stated with force, and you didn’t think to tell him to shut up, considering that the study room was empty that time.

“Do you really expect me to understand whatever was happening and tell him right away?” You blurted out with anger, a bit shocked at his rough approach. “Had I had the opportunity I would have!

He rolled his eyes, passing a hand over his face in a sign of desperation.

“You had every opportunity! For months!” He left his hand on the table, and started tapping at it with force, trying to make a point. “Admit it. Seungmin has been in your head ever since we both changed from the other class and you two started bickering.” Hyunjin’s eyes stared at you with a fierce glare that almost threatened to pierce holes through your skull.

“That’s bullshit!” You spitted out defensively.

“Oh, spare me!” He brushed it off. “There have been countless clues! Your stupid need to make everything a competition when it comes to him is infuriating. He talks to me about these things, you know?” He swallowed, and you leaned back in surprise, but he kept on going. “How you look at him when you’re angry, or how you mock and tease him back. It’s stupid!” He cursed out loud. “And these last two weeks have only made it so much worse.”

“What do you mean, worse?” You pondered softly, slowly taking in Hyunjin’s dramatic act.

“I mean, you were totally smitten by how he ridiculously kissed you at the back of the bus last week, considering that you kissed him back.” He stated clearly. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it and how you were ignoring him after, which, great fucking work, by the way, the dude wouldn’t shut up about you.” Hyunjin blinked slowly, trying to recall and voice what he was thinking. “And then he lends you his jacket when a mystery debutant shows up.”

“A—a what?”

“Motherfucker, eh, that Henry asshole.” Hyunjin rubbed his eyes. “I had to endure him talking shit about him for an hour because he saw him texting you some weird shit with cringe emojis.” The exasperation on his tone rendered you almost speechless. “And even then he struggled to admit how fucking jealous he was about that guy. He had your attention. He had your smile. You looked at Henry, not at Seungmin, and ah, for fuck’s sake.” Hyunjin covered his face with his hands. “He felt so ridiculously powerless that he talked to me about it. He’s never done that before!”

You were only able to blink, struggling to grasp everything he was saying.

“And then, with no word of warning, you called him, at, what, like, one in the morning?” Hyunjin said in a huff, the thought of that bringing back his anger, making him stare at you with a frown again. “He, jesus, he talked for AGES about how you hugged him, and the fact that you were wearing his jacket, like— like you’re doing now, what the fuck.” He stopped mid-scolding, staring at you with confusion.

“It’s… it’s his?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. “What, you didn’t know? You helped him with tecnical drawing, he gave you his jacket, bla bla bla. That whole thing?”

You blushed, shaking your head sideways. You had done what?

“Nevermind. You can talk to him about that later.”

It was your turn to scoff now. “Judging by the fact that he sent you, I don’t think he would like to see me anytime soon.”

Hyunjin chuckled dryly.

“Don’t you even dare keep ignoring him. This stupid game has lasted for too long. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m here. He thinks I’m in dance practice, but whatever. You needed to know, because he’s a mess.” Hyunjin stated, passing a hand through his hair. “He can’t sleep well, he can’t concentrate, he can’t do anything.”

It looked like the scolding was over, but there was a remaining anger that came back to him as a memory struck.

“And, moreover, you callously ignored the letter Seungmin wrote you, even though he told you he loved you!”

You were looking at your notebook on the table, halfly staring at your nails and fidgeting with them, but your head almost snapped when you stared at him.

“What letter?” You muttered, your eyes locked on his. He frowned, his eyes slightly widening.

Your heart started beating faster, almost so loud you could hear it in your head.

“Hyunjin, what letter?!”

[☆★🌷★☆]

Seungmin felt his lungs on fire.

Run, run, run.

His feet were hurting, because his old ass shoes were busted enough that their insides were almost destroyed from everyday use.

But he needed to find you.

Maybe it was because it was Valentine’s day, despite the obvious influence that a certain friend of yours had done.

“Wait, you— you missed school this morning?” Lucas had muttered with a puzzled look, eyes wide.

“I had to go to the dentist to take my braces off. Yeah.” Seungmin stated again. “So whatever you meant by ‘being an ignoring bitch this morning’, I know nothing about it.”

And then someone next to them had chimed in. “You’re talking about Henry and what happened this morning with—“

“Yeah. Why?” Seungmin had interrupted, frowning slightly.

“There’s a video of it.”

Run, run, run.

The look in your eyes when you spoke with Henry. Your smug smile when you caught him by surprise.

Your poem.

His eyes had widened when Henry started reading it in the video.

Was it…?

Could it…?

Could it really be for him?

He wanted needed to find out.

He needed to find you.

“Watch where you’re going!” A man grunted at him, and Seungmin quickly apologized, running off.

Run, run, run.

He knew where you lived just because of Friday, when you had asked him if he could head towards your house with you, still a bit scared from what had happened. He accepted in a heartbeat, reassuring you that it was fine with a million smiles.

His hand had never left yours. Your touch, colder than his, had something so adicting to it that he didn’t want to let go.

Time seemed to pass slowlier when he recognized your neighbourhood. He was about to ring on your floor, but then, your silhouette got out of the elevators, and you both blinked at each other, staring through the glass door.

You opened it slowly, approaching him.

The look in your eyes was different than what Seungmin was used to.

It wasn’t similar to how you had looked at him ever since the school year started, with a shimmer of anger that turned your cheeks pink. Or how you had looked at him that afternoon in the back of the school bus, pupils dark and lips red and slightly swollen from kissing. Or how your eyes glowed in hope and comfort that Friday night.

It was different. He wanted to savour it. He wanted to see every detail of it.

He walked towards you and cradled your face in his hands.

“Wait.” He muttered in a whisper, taking off his glasses in a movement that to you felt almost enticing.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

He blinked at you as he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

“You’re fucking blurry.” He snickered softly, with a sheepish smile that tinted his cheeks pink.

You giggled.

He settled his glasses back in place, and smiled when your image made sense before him.

“Better.” He muttered.

“Seungmin, I—“

But you stopped speaking when his lips crashed against yours.

There it was. He tasted sweet like how hot chocolate tastes in a rainy day. You smiled at your discovery, wanting to taste it for hours.

He wanted to kiss you for days to come, even if there was a million things left for both of you to say.

“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I wasn’t in school this morning.” Kiss. “But I saw a video of it.” Kiss. “And I needed to—“

You giggled, taking his glasses and settling them on the top of his head.

“We can do the talking later.” You smiled, your cheeks red as your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He gulped, blushing too as he mumbled.

“Yeah.” You smiled even more. “I’d rather do the kissing now.”

You'd never know what happened with his letter. But considering where that had lead you, maybe it wasn't totally bad that the wind had carried it out the window.

[☆★🌷★☆]

~Kats, who, believe it or not, took the text argument in the beginning from an old school groupchat (yes i was the target akbdksbdks idk why lol, but no, i did not have an enemies2lovers :( lmao)

HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINES DAY!

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[wilbursprincess]

“Damn, You’re Hard as a Rock!”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Reader walks in on Simpbur jerking off to a picture of her, handjob, sub!Simpbur (when is he not tbh), masturbation

Another one I yoinked from the vault! At this point, we all know my soft spot for Simpbur, so I wrote this for one of the days in Fictober. It’s one of my personal favorites so I hope you enjoy! Been neglecting my vault due to my irl friend informing me he found my blog (ily dw) and the sheer number of asks as of late!

Smut under cut!

“Will, I’m home!” I call out, slipping off my coat and hanging up my purse. I peek my head into the living room, expecting to see him watching a movie, waiting up for me, but nothing.

The only place I haven’t looked is in our bedroom, and as I walk towards it, the door is shut, light spilling under the crack at the bottom of the door.

I push open the door, sighing. “Sorry I was so late, the bus took ages, and-” Cutting myself off abruptly when I look up, seeing exactly why Wilbur didn’t respond when I got home.

Jeans around his ankles, my favorite tube of hand cream laying next to him, one hand holding his phone, the glowing screen displaying whatever he’s getting off too, the other hand working up and down his lotion-slick cock.

“You’re home!” He says, an embarrassed smile growing on his face.

Laughing, I sit down on the bed next to him. “You missed me, huh?”

Wilbur nods sheepishly, spinning around his phone so I can see he’s been looking at a photo of me, stretched out by a pool in a lime-green bikini.

“Well, I’m flattered,” I say, grabbing the tube of hand cream. “Do you want me to-”

He frantically nods, letting go of his cock, and it lightly slaps against his stomach. Gently kissing him on the forehead before slicking up my hand, slowly starting to work up and down his length.

“Damn, you’re hard as a rock!” I comment, twisting my thumb over his tip and making him groan. “You really did miss me!”

“I tried to wait until you got home,” Wilbur pants, breaking off with a low moan. “Sorry.”

I shake my head, giving him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I love giving you a hand.”

Wilbur grins, a blissful expression in his pleasure-glazed eyes. “Fuck, why does it feel so much better when you do it?”

His hips keep jumping up, trying to thrust into my hand as I give him long, slow strokes, rubbing my thumb on the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. Wilbur’s breaths are coming faster, moans and other beautiful noises dripping from his mouth more and more as he gets closer to his climax.

“Gonna cum for me?” I coo, speeding up my hand and making him whine, hips jutting up into my hand. “What was that, Will? Couldn’t quite hear you.”

Wilbur whimpers, cock twitching in my hand. “Yes, fuck.”

A few more pumps of my hand, and he’s spilling all over my hand, drops landing on his exposed stomach and even a few on the sheets.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs, the post-orgasm haze making him cuddly as usual. “I missed you.”

Laughing, I squirm away from his embrace. “No! You’ll get cum all over my dress! I’ll get you a towel.”

I toss him the one I keep in my nightstand for times just like this, then head over to Wilbur’s closet, swapping my dress for one of his t-shirts, changing from heels into fuzzy socks.

Crawling back onto our bed, he’s taken off his jeans, just in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. Wilbur wraps me into his outstretched arms, letting me swing a leg over his waist and snuggle into his chest.

“I love you so much, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

My heart swells with the soft glow of love, and I run my fingers through his fluffy brown curls. “I love you too, Will.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur soot smut #wilbur smut #simpbur #simpbur smut #princessfics #wilbur soot x female reader

[sophswritingthings]

i’ve never done an ask before, so sorry if i get this wrong!!

could you do mizu x fem reader who’s visually impaired/blind? i feel like she’s so so well with a visually impaired partner since she grew up with the sword father !!!

pairing: mizu x fem!blind!reader

warning(s): none <3 it’s very fluffy

a/n: there’s no way to do an ask wrong here, dw about it <3 these are just gonna be some head-canons; I couldn’t think of a one-shot as of now, I’ll come back to it if I can!!

word count: 400 words / 2,109 characters 

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     • she met you stumbling through the forest; Injured. it was obvious you were blind; your eyes were blue and cloudy.

     • she saw you were scared. she saw you were injured, and probably easily spooked, seeing as you were blind

     • she slowly approached you, whispering that it was okay, and that she wasn’t here to hurt you

     • she had a lot of experience with this; seeing as she grew up with her sword-father, who was also blind

     • she gently sat you down in the snow, introducing herself and letting you know again she was a threat.

     • you nodded. you felt you could trust her. you slowly reached a hand up, brushing a hand across her jaw. she seemed jittery about being touched; but she didn’t push you away

     • your touch felt…. warm. nice.

     • you just seemed to be getting a feel for her; seeing as your hand soon traveled down to her hand. you felt her hands, which were rough and calloused

     • it allowed you to know she was a samurai. a strong, skilled one, at that

     • you seemed to trust her, so she offered to take you to a nearby town to get you stitched up.

     • you agree. she helps you out of the snow, and she walks you to the nearest town. she sees an empty cabin, and takes you in there. you though she was going to take you to an apothecary; not do it herself.

     • it made you flustered, knowing she would be touching you

     • she stitched you up gently, asking questions to get to know you. you intrigued her. 

     • before you knew it; you were staying with a samurai. someone who actually knew how to handle you; how to be gentle and kind knowing you couldn’t see. she even taught you some things that her “sword-father” had done.

     • you knew you were falling for her; even if you couldn’t see her, you knew she was a beautiful soul. 

     • and she was falling for you, too, seeing the way you moved about your inability to see. how it didn’t stop you from doing almost anything you sent your mind to; hell, she'd even taught you a little with her blade.

    • you guys def got hitched very quickly <3 she couldn’t spend another second not having you as her wife.

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#mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #request #fic request #headcannons #imagines #ask #asked and answered

[trendywaifus]

fem reader x Tingyun fluffy headcannons if it's alright 🥹

excuse me for my bad grammar I’m sleepy

— even though tingyun’s described to be different from other foxians, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t like a little “ roughhousing. “ it pretty much consists of tickle fights that she usually starts whenever she’s in a playful mood or when you’re frowning too much. “ you’re too pretty/handsome to be frowning like that! “ she’d always say before tickling the shit out of you until you’re full of laughter and smiles.

— she’s a great listener! if you have something to say, tingyun patiently waits as you talk; absorbing every word you say with a thoughtful look on her face. she occasionally smiles lovingly at you when you make eye contact with her. she’ll giggle if you shy away from her eyes. dw, she won’t say a word and will silently gush about how cute you are. after you’re done talking, she gives out her thoughts and advice!

— tingyun takes you with her on business trips! there’s something about exploring different planets and learning about foreign cultures together hits different. if you don’t come with her, she’ll def bring back trinkets, recipes, stories, you name it!

— tingyun’s a lover girl. she brags about you when she has the chance to, compliments you everyday because she loves to let you know how good you look, spoils you with gifts, takes you out on dates—perfect gf tingz! she will be over the moon when you reciprocate the same energy and she’s doesn’t expect anything less than what she gives you!

— not really a morning person. i mean, who doesn’t wanna sleep in with their wonderful lover? sometimes tingyun’s the first one to wake up but she literally spends her time admiring you with a dreamy smile. your peaceful face basking in the sunlight is everything to her. she def the type to stroke your cheek and smooch your lips repeatedly to wake you up from your nice slumber.

— when you happen to wake up before her, you’ll have some trouble peeling yourself away from her without waking her up. her tail is curled around your waist, arm thrown over your body, legs tangled with yours, and her face is buried in the the side of your neck. tingyun would prob lowkey growl if she thinks you’re moving away from her. ofc, she’s gon deny that she growled when you confront her about it later. “ growl? me? i’m sorry, i think you must of mistaken me for your stomach, love. “ yeah sure.

— ik tingyun be waking up late for work sometimes i mean do you see that outfit malfunction on her chest area?? it fr looks like the button gonna fly off in any moment. her messy ponytail?? yeahhh i can imagine her asking you to fix her ponytail and add the pins in while she desperately puts herself together. ( having nsfw thoughts from this—) she’ll reward you with a peck on the cheek and scurry outta there.

you stirred in your sleep, attempting to turn your head away from the insistent pair of warm lips pecking your own. however, the hands firmly placed on both sides of your head stopped you from moving. “ tingyun, seriously?” you whined sleepily, nose crunching up in annoyance. tingyun laughs before pressing a firm kiss against your lips and then retracts away. “ what’s with that tone? can’t kiss my lover good morning? “

snorting, you rubbed the drowsiness from your eyes.“ oh please, is that going to be your clapback for lady yukong when she asks you about why you’re late for the second time in a row this week? “ she rolls her eyes, ear twitching in disdain. “ for your information, I have just about an hour before I get ready. you wouldn’t know that because you were asleep. “

“ uh, yeah i was until you woke me up! geez, don’t be so childish. “

she crosses her arms, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. “ nu–uh. “

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #tingyun x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr tingyun

[anxiteyandsleep]

I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

#the hobbit #thranduil x male reader #thranduil #lord of the rings #lotr elves

[luffyvace]

dunno if you do shalnark x reader fics but i can barely find any of my silly goober so here i am asking 😭🙏

its chill if you don’t, dw about it, but i was wondering if you could do one of shalnark and like a closed off reader that he tries so desperately to open up to him. make it as fluffy or angsty as you want 🙏🙏🧎 WWW

UM YES I DO?! I LOVE OUR SILLY LITTLE NOT SO RUSSIAN HACKER⁉️💗💗

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?! Why has no one thought of this?? Hcs are popping into my head as I TYPE THIS. I’m going to make it fluffy bc I’m a sucker for it 😊 thank you for requesting anon!! :)

(btw I don’t really do fics, just hcs, but I’ll write it in a sort of fic way as possible <3)

For these I’ll do reader who’s in phantom troupe or at least knows he’s in it

the reason for you being closed of may vary, you could naturally be like that or you could be scarred with trauma

who knows?

You.

in which I let you decide why you are the way you are :)

besides the point

shalnark really does do everything to get you to open up to him

every love language, every bribery possible, even light empty threats!

nothing.

You don’t crack a bit.

first is love languages:

“N/nnn why don’t you talk to me today??”

he came over to you and snuggled up close to you

you either turn away or completely ignore him

”come on now, I’m your boyfriend! Don’t you wanna talk to me??”

you attention doesn’t move at all from what you were doing

“Your so coldhearted towards me, don’t you care about me at all? Don’t you love me?” He pouts. He knows the answer. He just wants you to show it

”I’m in a dangerous criminal organization you know? I could die any second! Won’t you care??”

you don’t bat an eye

he chooses not to sigh and give up today

he playfully starts kissing you all over your face

hugging you tighter, caressing your hair

still nothing

i feel this is another reason he likes you

your a enigma to him

he doesn’t view you as a toy though—of course not! He loves you, but your so fascinating to him, you really know how to keep a man on his toes

he can’t figure out why you are the way you are and you won’t tell him

you accept his proposal to be his s/o but won’t say you love him? Won’t cuddle or kiss? His gifts collect dust?

this man hardly knew love in his childhood and now your still deriving him of it 😗

you may or may not know that and you may or may not feel guilty about it

but as for words of affs

”_____ I love you”

”…”

”I love you, _____”

”okay?..”

”your supposed to say it back!”

”I said okay”

”say you love me too!!”

”so what’s the troupes plans?”

”stop changing the subject!”

bro is never getting that I love you 🤦‍♀️

gifts??

”_____ I got you a gift!” *insert him handing you something you really love that he found out through hacking not from you*

“I don’t want it”

”liar! This is your favorite!! Just accept it ___”

“Put it on the table..”

*que shalnark dropping his shoulders with a dull look while tossing it on the table

he knows your never gonna touch it

or at least never let him see

as far as quality time that’s the one he gets away with the most

LOL

he could spend all day with you and you really wouldn’t say anything

following you around and such

the fact that you never do lets him know you do love him

eventually he figures it might be your love language

If someone in your past did this to you?

you can bet he tracked them down and gave them to feitan >:)

he didn’t tell him what they did tho he just said ‘hey here’s another victim’

now he’s not really a torture guy but we know he is somewhat apathetic himself

maybe even sadistic

either way he definitely watched this torture session

he wouldn’t want to miss out on the pain of the one(s) who hurt you

:)

he likely tells you afterwards to see your reaction

he could tell if it still traumatizes you based on that and if it is he tries extra hard to get you to open back up

if not he’s kinda back to square one..

About the light threats

he’d threaten to reveal embarrassing moments and secrets of yours if you don’t give him a kiss in the next 24 hours

the first time he did this you glared thinking he would

but after you found out it was empty you ignored all other threats

the reason you ignored the first one was you didn’t really like people anyway so you were kinda just like forget it, whatever

If you did give him the kiss- PROGRESSSSSSSSS

finally⁉️

you don’t fall for it twice after you realize it was empty though

but this means your not against it! You just prefer not to!

and now it’s confirmed you love him!!

YIPPIE

I hope you enjoyed your hcs anon! they were a bit short but i like the ending :)

THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE SHALNARK HCS RN!! (I love the gif i put of him)

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #fluffy #fluffy headcanons #shalnark #shalnark ryusei #shalnark hxh #shalnark x reader #hxh #hxh shalnark #phantom troupe #phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe shalnark #Shalnark phantom troupe #hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunterxhunter headcanons #hunter x hunter headcanons #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter #hunter hunter hcs #enjoy <3 #anon ask #answered #thanks anon! #torture tw

[leahblackk]

Little Details

summary: Spencer does something Y/n didn’t like and now he has to apologise and make everything good again.

request: Hello! So I don’t know if you are taking requests…but if you are then could you possibly make a sad heartbreakingly angsty one where reader and spencer are dating and they have these small things that they always do like no matter what they’ll always like eat together (even over ft) or like just cute little fluffy things. But they get into a really huge fight and reader doesn’t think she can handle going through the rough patch anymore obit spencer just thinks that they can work through it so the next morning he cooks her her favorite breakfast or something thinking she’ll come down and eat with him like they always do and will proceed to do all the things they always do but she leave without saying a word to him? Be as creative as you’d like :) if not no worries!!

i couldn’t do the exact same thing you asked me to cause i felt like it was too mean but i got the main idea whatsoever! i hope you like it and i’m so sorry it got me this long to make this happen

couple: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying and a little bit of angst but nothing too bad.

taglist: @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-gubler, @cance1medaddy, @doctorspenceryeet, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @reidselle, @hey-dw, @demigirl2007

Loving someone is learning their little things, knowing their behavior in certain situations, learning why they do the stuff they do, knowing what they like, but most importantly, knowing what they don't like, so you can't do them again.

That's something Spencer has learned about Y/n for the past years they've been together. He has never felt as in love as he feels right now, he's never been as euphoric to have someone who cares about him and whom he can be as open about his thoughts. He's always been afraid people are gonna run out the door as soon as they know what's going on inside, but she didn't. Once Spencer let her in–it was totally different from the rest.

She wasn't scared or weird out. She wasn't running as soon as she could. He felt loved, and he didn't want that love to end, he didn't want her to stop loving him, and he knew he could never stop loving her.

Spencer has learned the things she doesn't like, however, from time to time it slips through his mind, and he does them anyway. He apologizes, she forgives him, they cuddle and tell each other how much they love one another, they sleep, he wakes up and makes her breakfast and they sit down and eat it. It was like a routine.

Although, it didn't happen like that.

Spencer recalls what happened last night, how could he forget?

He made her cry, heavily crying.

He knows one of the things she doesn't like him, or anyone, doing, is raising their voices. Spencer hasn't, never ever yelled at her, but he raised his voice. He snapped, and he could look into her eyes and know it hurt her deeply. Her tears streamed down her face. He wanted to make them stop, he didn't know what to do, but he wanted to make them stop.

He couldn't believe he just did that when she has told him several things she doesnt like it. He tried and walked to her, tried to hold her in his arms, tried to kiss her head and make the pain go away, but she didn't want that, she stepped back, and Spencer involuntarily–, totally unconsciously whimpered. He whimpered at her stepping back, and not letting him touch her. His heart ached and his pout grew down on his rosy lips.

The frown more prominent, and the heart pain even more.

She shakes her head and walks upstairs. She wanted to be alone, clearly, but Spencer didn't want her to. He didn't want her to cry alone, he wanted–he needed to hold her in his arms and move her side to side and let her know it was all okay, and that he was deeply sorry, of course he was. He couldn't believe how bad he behaved, however, she wanted space, and even if Spencer was not good with it, he was gonna give her that.

They haven't been alright for a few weeks now. Fights and fights occurring. Him spending too much time at work, her not paying attention to him because she was busy with other stuff. It was like the time was never enough. Both of them wanted to be curled up next to each other, and hearing words of love, but that couldn't be possible, and all that tension grew to this.

It could be seen as a minimum thing, but Spencer knew it hurt her deeply, cause the reason she didn't like being yelled at, was definitely one they both shared in common.

He sighed, tears coming down his face as well, as his heart ached. He sat down, and curled up on the couch, hugging the blanket that was wrapped around her moments ago, and sighed. He felt his body aching.

He got up moments after, going upstairs and seeing her staring at the window, he whimpered, hoping she'd notice, and she did, only that she didn't look at him, which made Spencer's frown appear once again that night.

Spencer didn't know what to say, he knew he should apologize but now that she didn't even look at him he didn't know if she wanted to hear his apologies.

He got into the bathroom and filled in the bathtub, lighting up her favorite candles and putting her favorite bath bombs. Y/n knew what he was doing. Before they went to sleep, they got into the bathtub together to unwind and relax before bed. He was trying, but she was proud and stubborn.

He sat on the bathtub, hoping she'd come in so he could hug her, but she didn't. Spencer sat there sadly and got up covering his naked body in a towel, and walked to the bedroom where she was already in bed, sleeping.

He wanted to cry, they always cuddled before going to bed, she brushed his hair and he grabbed her pajamas which he made sure were ironed so she could feel the warmth of it and sleep comfortably, he made sure her pillows were perfectly for her and he brushed her hair, so it wouldn't tangle at night. He stared at her silently as he felt his body shiver at the cold.

He put his pajamas on, silently and sadly. He knew he deserved it but he was trying his best.

He finally sighed, defeated, and crawled into the bed next to her, feeling around for her waist to pull her in, but she complained in her sleep, and the young doctor sadly turned around.

….

In the morning, around eight, he woke up and saw her sleeping there, he smiled to himself and got up from the bed. Even though she was mad, and he knew that, it wouldn't stop him from trying.

He went downstairs, and took all the ingredients and the bowls out to make her favorite breakfast. That was something he always did, didn't matter what, but he knew he had to make it extra special for her.

Spencer moved around, picking up stuff, pouring and mixing until it was all ready. He smiled and sighed, and prepared the table, to one then he sat and waited for her to come down. She always woke up a eight and a half.

Spencer tapped his fingers on the wooden table as he waited, and waited, and waited. At nine he frowned. The food was getting cold and she didnt come out.

He went upstairs once again, and saw her there, getting dressed.

“What are you doing?” he frowned.

She didn't answer.

“You didn't wait to shower with me and you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said, with a sad voice.

She stood there silently, and Spencer felt like crying.

He walked to her, and grabbed her arm, “Please, say something,” he said with tears in his eyes.

She looked at him, her own heart aching, “I am mad at you,” she said.

“I know,” he whimpered, “But I am trying.”

“But you haven't apologized,” she explained, “You try for me to jump back on our routine when you haven't even apologized!”

He looked down in shame, “I know. I am so sorry,” he held her hands and kissed them, “I am so sorry but I'm not good with apologies. I tried to, but you stepped back and i didnt-i didnt know what to do!, You came here and i looked for you but you weren't even looking at me, i didn't know what to do,” he cried out, “But i am so sorry, so deeply sorry for snapping that way and for racing my voice when i know you don't like it, and i knew you didn't and did it nonetheless, forgive me, my love,” he said as he grabbed her hands and cup his face with them, which made her smile a little bit.

“Dont do it ever again,” she said.

He nodded, “I promise,” he pouted.

She smiled, and kissed him sweetly and shortly, when she pulled back he whined “No, come here,” he complained, now he was cupping her face and kissing her.

He bent down, and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her up, “Now, are we gonna have breakfast or not?” He said.

She giggled, “Of course my love.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #doctor reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid angst #spencer x y/n #spencer x fem!reader #spencer x you #spencer x reader #dr spencer reid fanfic #spencer fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer angst

[444rockstargf]

Could you do jack catching the reader crying and comforting them?🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

yes ofc :))

"makes me a sad, sad girl." | jack thurlow

sad girl. - lana del rey

reader x jack

word count: 648

contents: fluffy stuff

life was hard and you knew it. you’d learned to put a brave face on and take whatever life threw at you without a single complaint. you let out your feelings silently when no one was there to see you, and nobody ever did.

one night, jack was out working late, leaving you all alone. this day in particular had put even more stress on you than usual. your body was trembling from exhaustion and you just couldn’t keep yourself together.

you sat yourself on the floor beside your bed, hot tears starting to trickle down your face. the pain in your heart was becoming unbearable, and you had nobody there to help you. you hugged your knees as you heaved out choked sobs.

time became elastic, making you completely oblivious to how long you were sitting there. it was like you were in your own dark little bubble away from the outside world. your heart hammered in your chest and your entire body felt weak.

it was around midnight and you had slowly been able to calm yourself down a little. you took a few long, deep breaths before getting yourself up from the floor. you wiped a few tears away with the back of your hand before turning around to leave the bedroom, but you froze in your spot.

jack was standing in the doorframe, wide-eyed with his lips parted a little. you tried your best to quickly wipe away all the moisture from your face, but your red eyes and flushed cheeks were the giveaway. 

jack had never been the most sympathetic person, which is why you kept your feelings to yourself around him, but at this moment it was almost as if he could feel the pain in your heart. he dropped his briefcase on the ground and approached you.

he held your face in his hands, looking into your big, glassy eyes. seeing you this vulnerable was completely new to him, and it was doing miraculous things to his dark soul. you sniffled and looked down, not knowing what outcome to expect from this interaction.

he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your trembling body. you sunk your face into his shoulder, fully taking in this rare moment. he scooped you up into his arms and gently set you on the bed like you were made of the most delicate porcelain. 

he walked into the bathroom for a moment, filling up the tub with water and your favourite scented oils. he came back to the bedroom, picking you up once again. you saw the bath that he had set up for you. little things like this make your heart melt.

he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, instructing you to get in. you did as he asked, watching as he picked out your favourite record and put it in the player. you felt your body starting to unclench from the warm water, smell of the oil, and the song playing on the record player.

shortly after your bath, you stepped out of the bathroom. you changed into your nightwear and made your way back to the bed, meeting a nice little surprise there. on a silver tray laid two teacups and your favourite novel.

jack had gotten out of his work uniform and carried you onto the bed. he whispered to you in a soft, gentle voice, “hope this made you feel better, doll. i love you.” before you could react, he pulled you into a gentle hug, feeling your heartbeat slowing down against him. 

he pulled the blanket over the two of you and cradled you in his arms, gently massaging you in the process. you wanted to thank him for what he had done for you tonight, for showing you the other side of him, but it was too late. you had already fallen asleep in his arms. 

author's note: this is a two week old request that im only getting out now :(( gonna post lots this weekend, dw yall :))

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack goes home #jack thurlow #lana del rey #444rockstargf

[reallyromealone]

A A A A A A A A ITS MY BIRTHDAY! WHOOP WHOOP o(≧∇≦o)

Firstly, before I request, I just wanted to say ever since I joined tumblr a few months ago and found one of your posts I just absolutely and instantly fell in love with your blog, like whatever you post just always had me giggling and kicking my feet, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH YOUR FICS HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SIR-

But anyways now that's out of the way... if I can, may I humbly request a Alpha Cyno x Omega reader nsfw with biting + creampie? And, if it's not too much, maybe some fluffy aftercare? Please and thank you. BUT MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST! Im a patient lad UwU, SO DRINK WATER AND EAT SOME SNACKS !!

Also here is a offering for thy Queen Lily >w<

Shiii

Happy birthday!

I showed lily the art and she likes it I think!

And I'm slowly accepting how much people like my writing lol

And you sure can!

Also I drink 1L water a day dw or 33 FL OZ

WARNING: MALE READER 🌸 OMEGAVERSE🌸DIRTY TALK 🌸CREAMPIE🌸 SMUT🌸NSFW

Cyno never expected to fall in love with Lisa's assistant, the Omega absolutely thrilled to see the beautiful lands of Sumeru in it's full abundance.

Cyno liked that though the Omega was excited he was also very careful and thoughtful towards the land, taking pictures with his camera instead of taking a plant and never getting to close to the wildlife.

(Name) lay helpless under the white haired man, slick leaking from (name).

"You're gonna be a good boy right?" Cyno asked gently nudging (name)s legs apart to see his omegas cute cock and ass, watching (name) blush so prettily for him as his legs spread out for Cyno and Cyno alone.

"Such a good Omega..."

"Alpha..."

"What is it Omega?" Cyno said in his usual to the point tone, watching his mate squirm under his intense stare "p-please..." Poor (name) was teary eyed as he struggled to keep eye contact with the other "what? Come on use your words for me" Cyno loved teasing the other, watching the normally hyper and inquisitive Omega turned into putty before him.

"P-please touch me..." He begged as another gush of slick left his cute ass "what do you mean? I am touching you" Cyno said rubbing (name)s thighs with a cocky grin, something (name) only saw in the bedroom and God did it make his brain fuzzy.

"T-touch my cock..."

"See baby, not so hard" Cyno said kissing (name) gently as he began slowly jerking (name) off and watching him fall apart as Cyno bit the omegas lip when pulling away "haven't even put my cock in and you're already cock stupid"

"Alpha..."

Cyno didn't respond as he stroked firmly up and down on (name)s cock, thumb rubbing the head and smearing pre cum around, (name) watched through teary and wet eyelashes as his alpha jerked him off, watching Cyno slowly move his head down to (name)s thighs and bite the flesh, the slight coppery taste of blood on Cynos tongue.

The sound of (name)s moan and the Omega bucking into hus hand as he came was wonderful.

Cyno was bitey during sex, mainly due to his instincts to claim but (name) was very into it.

Cyno layed havoc on his thighs and hip, bite parks scattered everywhere.

(Name) was shaking and sobbing in pleasure by time Cyno came face to face with his leaking hole, the musky pharamones and the strong aroma of (scent) making Cyno almost go feral.

Removing his hand from (name)s cock and giving a soft growl when (name) whined he sat up on his knees and pulled (name)s lower half higher and legs bent into (name)s chest, head resting by Cynos lap/knees.

Spreading the others ass open he marvelled at the sight before taking a long lick and letting out the filthiest groan ever at the taste.

"Touch yourself" Cyno commanded as he held (name) still so the Omega wouldn't wiggle around while he ate his meal.

His tongue dipped in when (name) began gently stroking his own cock, watching (name) shake at the invasion.

Cyno swirled his tongue inside (name)s right little ass, the slick helping loosen it a bit as he kept his eyes on (name).

Slack jaw and panting (name) babbled nonsense, taking what Cyno gave him and letting him manhandle him like a ragdoll.

Like his good Omega.

When Cyno moved him again, (name) was on his side still touching himself as his leg was bent up into his outer waist, cumming when Cyno added a finger and began fucking his little omegas ass, watching him carefully.

"You like that?" Cyno asked heavily as he added another finger and scissored, watching the others ass stretch and slick leak out.

(Name) nodded as he let out a whiny cry "words Omega" he said deeply and bending over to bite (name)s shoulder blade "y-yes!"

"Yes what?" Another nip.

"Yes alpha!"

"Good boy"

Cyno fucked his fingers hard, fucking into the others prostate as (name) was beyond overstimulated but didn't want it to end.

Cynos callused fingers felt heavenly after all.

"So stretched and ready for alpha" Cyno said awe struck as he rubbed his cock against the others slick asshole to lube himself up "you ready baby?"

"P-please fill me up"

And what monster could deny that?

Cyno gently pushed his cock into (name)s tight heat, the other practically pulling him in, cock pressed up against the omegas prostate "fuck..." Cyno lost composure as he began pistoning his hips without any hesitation, balls slapping against (name)s own and the omegas wet ass cheeks.

"God baby, gonna fuckin' ruin this pretty little ass"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"

Cyno moved him into a mating press and bit the others chest, before biting his way up to the others neck, licking the mating bond that he placed months ago "gonna fill you up with my cum"

"Alphaalphaalpha!" (Name) was babbling, cock drunk as he pulled Cyno impossibly closer and tugged his white hair that draped around (name) like a canopy as the Alpha moved to kiss him roughly, tongue pushing it and exploring, licking anywhere he could and pulled (name)s tongue into a tango of sorts, dominating everything he could as he fucked (name)s brains out.

"Fuck I'm close...."

"I-in me!" (Name) begged as Cyno looked at him wide eyed "really?"

"Pupupupup!"

Cyno was feral as he fucked with everything he had, burying his face in (name)s neck and biting the scent gland harshly as he came and knotted in (name), most definitely knocking him up.

"Mmmm" (name) was a mess as he came one final time, body shaking as he came out of his Omegan state and Cyno was ready.

"Such a good boy, letting alpha creampie you" Cyno said kissing (name) gently, petting his damp forehead "you did amazing I'm so proud of you"

(Name) purred as he took in the sweet praise "alpha..."

"Alpha will take care of you"

When his knot died down he grabbed a water jug, a glass and a cloth.

"Drink for me" Cyno said gently putting the clay cup to the others lips "good boy" he whispered and watched (name) drink slowly.

"Gonna clean you up, then a nice bath"

(Name) was spacing out as he let Cyno moved his limbs like a doll, cleaning him if fluids.

"So good for me, let's take a bath my beloved"

"Love you alpha.."

"I love you too"

"Gonna be parents..."

"Yeah we are"

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x male reader #cyno x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #smut

[catiuskaa]

new task: valentine’s day [ACTS]

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 0.651k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{PROLOGUE: THE GROUPCHAT}

At first, you didn’t really know him.

To think for a second that there was a time where you didn’t know who he was made you sigh. Oh, how you wish you had never, ever encountered him.

…Kim Seungmin.

Some may say that ‘rivals’ or ‘enemies’ is a term that could seem too intense regarding a simple statement: that you two didn’t get along.

But no. Because those kind of words were exactly how you’d define your relationship.

And it had all started the first day of your last year before graduating. When you made the class groupchat.

> you created ‘Year 13-A 😼😼’

> you added ‘lucas🤺’ ‘atenea🛐’ ‘noa🫶’ and 16 more.

> you: guys help, am I missing people?

> you: @ atenea🛐 told me to create this group for homework n stuff but idk if I have everyone’s numbers 😵‍💫😵‍💫

< noa🫶: tía you’re missing two people no?

< lara💋: hala, new people?? 👀

< noa🫶: pero- they’re literally from the other group, girl

< abril🌻: you even know them lara

< abril🌻: se te va la pinza JAJSJA

< miguel📚: sí, there should be 22 people (creo)

> you: oh right, Lix told me!

> you: yeah i’ll add them now, brb 🏃‍♀️

Well.

Rookie mistake.

> you added ‘kim seungmin™️’, ‘hyunjin🎨’

> you: omg i even added everyone

< lucas🤺: omg omg

< kim seungmin™️: omg omg so crazyy

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you texted. But that was just because you hadn’t talked to him before.

Now was a different story, of course. You wouldn’t smile, not for Kim Seungmin.

> you: @ kim seungmin™️ what was crazy is how difficult it was finding someone who had your phone number, lol

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: fr fr omg

< lucas🤺: que es omg

< lucas🤺: ‘oh me gustas’ ? omg?

< lara💋: you’re such an idiot, asshole

< lucas🤺: ohhh you love me so bad 😌😌😌

< isabel🌸: she knows better lol

< lucas🤺: dude, you’re my sister

< lucas🤺: shouldn’t you be backing me?

< isabel🌸: there’s a fee for that, dude.

You giggled at the stupid teasing, used to your mates’ shenanigans that never ceased to make you laugh.

But then, he replied.

< kim seungmin™️: @ you the only difficult thing here is you reaching graduation

…

Your smile faded.

You read that once more. Then again. And another time.

You chuckled dryly.

What was this guy on about?

> you: ah? wdym?

You remember thinking that maybe he was joking. That maybe he was someone who talked to people with a lot of harsh remarks without really meaning them. That maybe he was trying to be funny, or something.

Other texts showed up, but Kim Seungmin —named like so in the contact Felix had shared to you— wasn’t replying.

< minho🐈: guys wtf it’s 00:12

< lucas🤺: oh he uses the other clock

< lucas🤺: so its am-pm for us but not for you

< lucas🤺: think you’re special? wanna fight?

< noa🫶: lucas just shut up and go to bed

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: damn right 🛌🛌🛌

< miguel📚: guys, stop texting 😓

> you: yeah guys lol

< minho🐈: no u started this

< minho🐈: u shush

You snickered softly, used to Minho’s humour, quickly playing along.

> you: ?! unfair ☝️🤓

< kim seungmin™️: no, minho’s right for once

< kim seungmin™️: you should shush

< kim seungmin™️: you’re less annoying when you’re quiet

You frowned at your phone, your face contorted in angry confussion.

Who did this guys think he was?

With a huff, you typed a rapid “gtg guys!”, ignoring Seungmin’s texts, and quickly settled your phone back on your pocket, getting off the bus and finally arriving home.

You groaned, the text that that Seungmin idiot had sent still rolling in your head even after you laid in bed. You passed your hands through your hair.

“Difficult to reach graduation?” You mumbled, eyes fixated ln the chatroom the sentence feeling like acid in your mouth.

Kim Seungmin wasn’t ready for how difficult his last year was going to be, solely for his stupid text message.

[☆★🌷★☆]

SPECIAL THANKS! To my lovely pookies @lyramundana and @tonks-21 for ideas and support, plus also, most of the classmate’s names are thanks to gorgeous gourgeous @stayconnecteed and her spanishverse series bc i’m so invested! Go check all of their blogs out! 100% recommend. son mis chicas españolitas, hehe&lt;3

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[fatuismooches]

Pantalone’s love language is most definitely Gift Giving.. He loves spoiling you, getting you big and fluffy blankets and the softest sweaters. You wanna eat out? He’s taking you to the fanciest restaurant there is! He also loves when you give him things, even if they don’t have much monetary value he cherishes them!

Oh, but then you give him things you made yourself and he MELTS. He holds whatever you made for him, wether it be something small like a drawing or you made jewelry with your own two hands for him he just stares at it dumbfounded.

You made that? For him? He fucking loses it. Holds it close to his chest n gives you a little smile, he opens his eyes and you can just see pure appreciation and love behind them.

If it’s something he can wear like clothing or jewelry he will wear it on very special occasions and is very careful to not ruin it. If even so much as a scratch or stain appears on your gift he will be devastated. If it’s a little keepsake or trinket like pottery, wood carving, a painting or drawing, really anything he can’t wear, he’s gonna have it framed or put on a pedestal.

Imagine you try wood carving or pottery and ur like “its not very good :((“ And give it to Pantalone and he puts it on a shelf in his office or like a center piece somewhere. Like he doesn’t care if it has little monetary value, you made it and gave to him, so now he’s gonna treat it like its made of pure gold.

[📺{

UGH REALLLL I'M CRYING 😭❤️❤️🥺 Hehe Pantalone is the literal embodiment of gift giving, he adores both giving and receiving!! No one can outdo him!! He is always so attentive when it comes to giving gifts too, he always listens to you even when you think he isn't... he's always thinking about how to make your life more comfortable and happy... really you don't have to be shy about asking for stuff you (even though you probably always will be) he's more than happy to spoil you :)

He truly loves receiving gifts from you, especially when it's handmade. Because for him, that's like, one of the ultimate displays of love you could ever present to him. Since you are putting so many things into it for him - time, energy, skill, materials, etc - that just shows him how much you really love him. Because you really don't need to do all that for him, he's content with just you alone, but going out of your way to try and show your appreciation and love for him?? He's really whipped for that kind of stuff ;( The emotions Pantalone shows you when you shyly present him your gift, which you might be a bit embarrassed about since it's not the best, are only a fraction of what he feels. When you're not around he just sits and glides his fingers over the gift and smiles to himself a lot 😭 Ugh him taking care of your little gifts with the utmost attention... you're confused as to why he even likes it that much? It's nowhere as good as a professional, and surely he could afford someone to do it far better... but he literally does not care. You made that and to him it's priceless!! Ugh him being heartbroken over your gift being damaged and you're just like 'bby i'll make a new one for you dw' and he just. Loves you so much. You're willing to go through all this again for him?? Let him kiss you right now.

The only issue is that when you decide to gift him something, he feels that it's necessary to return the favor much harder... he just needs you to feel the extent of his appreciation.

#smooches talks #📺 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #bites this ask #HES SO SWEET!!! AND CUTE!!! he loves anything u do #cuddling w him under the fluffy blankets... one can only dream 😭 #and about the gifts that be worn... imagine someone at the fancy parties or whatever ask him where he got it from #and hes like my spouse made it!! extremely proudly <3

[shankschewtoy]

Please only do if you want to, but I loved the imitating your SO a bit too much and I’m a shit stirrer. What would the other guys from One Piece do if you were imitating them? 👀

a/n - dw I’m gonna cause as much trouble as I can for you lmao- and I’m assuming ace is a good choice because of your pfp 👀 tysm for requesting! (I’m so sorry if I didn’t end up writing the character you wanted originally 😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - not proofread, g/n reader

Mocking Ace + Corazon + Luffy

Ace

- this boy is a really sweet guy! All he wants is for you to be safe and sound :)

- being the s/o of fire fist ace was pretty cool other than the fact that whenever you cuddled with him- you’d get pretty hot quickly lmao

- he gets sad whenever you have to take a break from cuddling him and turn the ac on in the summer 🥺

- “y/n come back-“

- “ace you’re really warm.. I’ll be back in five minutes ok?”

- “🥺 I need cuddles though.”

- you had to slightly laugh at your boyfriend’s cute little sad face he made

- “I need cuddles tho-“ you said, trying to make the same puppy dog eyes he was making

- I think you made him cry.

- … I’m not in a shit stirring mood anymore bec these characters are rlly sweet and soft 😭

- you even imitated his voice just to poke fun and tease his little needy self

- You didn’t expect to make him feel bad and sulk while hugging a pillow- !

- he turned away from you and silently just- (broke down) inside while cuddling a cold pillow which he thought was a poor replacement of your cuddles

- the poor boy was so hurt by your actions, and you didn’t even mean for it to be that way 😭

- you had to apologize and give him plenty of hugs and kisses to get this golden retriever energy boy back on his feet lol

- “Ace it was a joke- I’m sorry! I love your cuddles-“ You tried to say, wrapping your arms around the man, cupping his cheeks in your hands

- “… I don’t make that face.” He mentioned softly, burying his head in your chest like a little baby needing attention

- “Pft- you do through.”

- “do not.”

- “do too.”

- “… do not.”

Corazon

- this man is the definition of a gentle giant :)

- 9’7 (ty @ewfilthymundane for telling me cuz I thought this man was 6’0 for the longest time-) and all he needs is you 🥺

- The problem with being so large is that sometimes he can suffocate you when he lays on top of you while hugging your torso

- So maybe it’s better for you to lay on top of him instead of the other way lmao

- but you still let him cuddle you because his cuddles are the best ✨

- he sometimes works for days on end, so when he returns, he literally just- collapses into you like a pile of mush 😭

- you’re on the sofa, and he just- bleh

- “Rosi, welcome home..” you said, kissing his forehead, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair

- man was kinda drowsy- so he looked a bit hazey

- “Mmm.. thank you baby..” His arms subconsciously just wrapped around you, his legs curling up underneath yours

- he was snuggling closer to you as you were just watching some tv, but you decided to poke some fun (bec yes. Shit stirring mood)

- you grabbed his old beanie, putting it on your head and quickly trying to put on the lipstick without your sleepy boyfriend noticing

- (this is at a time when he’s a marine now :)

- “What are you doing y/n?..” He asked drowsily, slightly opening his eyes to check what all the commotion was about

- His eyes immediately widened when he saw your whole new look

- “Silent.” You said, snapping your fingers like he would always do

- man was shook

- but also extremely confused because when he’s tired like this, his brain isn’t functioning lmao

- “wh- why are you wearing my beanie…?”

- “You don’t like it??”

- “No-! It looks good on you- but why are you- wait. WAS THAT ME YOU WERE IMPERSONATING?!”

- … Cora 💀

- “YES YOU-“

- cut him some slack lmao he sets his shoulder on fire everyday

- man was shook x10

- omg he was actually kind of scared, and embarrassed 😭

- “Y/n- please don’t impersonate me..”

- “Why?? You’re so cute!”

- You pinched his cheeks together, and it made him feel a bit better that you thought of him that way :)

- I mean he still didn’t enjoy being impersonated but- you ended up giving him kisses later with his lipstick on lmao

Luffy

- you dare to try and impersonate the absolute KING of impressions?!

- nah nah nah hold up

- “GOMU GOMU NOOOOOO!” You shouted, throwing your fists forward in front of Nami and Chopper

- “HAHA! You sound just like him!” Nami cackled, struggling to breathe

- it was like Luffy SMELLED the mocking going on like- he was there in front of you guys within seconds

- “Y/n. Was that me??”

- “Yes Luffy, who else says that.”

- “You’re the one who’s always telling me not to jump into the ocean! dOn’T jUmP inTo tHe oCeAn! YoU aTe a dEvIl fRuIt aNd CaN’T sWim-!” He said, trying to imitate your voice and movements

- you were offended

- “YOU’RE THE ONE OBSESSED WITH MEAT!”

- “YOU TELL ME IM DUMB ALL THE TIME!”

- “BECAUSE YOU ALMOST ACCIDENTALLY ATE CHOPPER!”

- “… Nami- will they stop?”

- “Once Sanji makes dinner they’ll settle down.”

- “I KNOW WHAT READING IS Y/N I’M NOT STUPID!”

- “OI! Dinner!” -Sanji

- “… I’ll race you!” -Luffy speeds to the kitchen like a madman

- god he was a handful. But you love him 😭

- “see? all Luffy needs is food.” -Nami

a/n - hehe these were funny 😭

<3

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[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

Question, from beat to worst, who in the Hazbincule gives the best hugs? And if it’s not too much trouble, how do each of the hugs feel like?

CRACKS KNUCKLES

I originally was gonna do a chart but no no this deserves more.

I also wouldn't call it "worst" as much as some people are less inclined to physical contact, so less likely to want to give or receive hugs.

HAZBINCULE: HUG RATINGS

1. Husk!

Yes a shocking person to put in first place, but trust me. He gives classic dad/grandpa hugs. Strong and warm and he makes that specific noise. They're never too long, but always give that sorta cozy bear hug feeling. You have to pass a certain level of friendship with him to receive them, but they're the absolute best once you do.

2. Lucifer

Again. Dad hugs!! Only Lucifer is a liiiiiittle more awkward. They might go on a little too long, hes not great at trying how long is too long. He definitely does the back pats. But still they're very comfy and shockingly warm! And you're left feeling like someone is very proud of you afterwards. Also i think he'd be willing to hug anyone who genuinely asked him for one.

3. Angel Dust

BIAS ALERT Listen i just think the extra arms give him an advantage. Hes also so fluffy. Its not the same texture as Husk, who has classic fur, but more downy. Like baby chick fluff. Hes soooo soft and cozy and all the extra arms means he can hug you and play with your hair and anything else you're into

I also think hes just a touchy person so he'd be happy to provide hugs to people hes close to. His criteria for "close enough for hugs" isn't as strict as Husks, but he still has one.

4. Charlie

My girl LOVES GIVING HUGS!!! Like her dad, she is HAPPY to hug anyone who askes (within reason. She has some nos but dw those are rare)

Her hugs are TIGHT like you slightly fear your back breaking when she does it, but they're full of SO much love and joy you can't be mad. You might end up limping a little after bc of the back pain but its worth it. She can also lift and spin ANYONE she wants to and isn't afraid to do it. Tackle hugs are a possibility. Once you've opened the flood gates for her hugs there is no going back, good luck♡

5. Sir Pentious

Awkward sweet boy. Hes very very shy about touching and hugging. He probably doesn't wanna risk making people uncomfortable, but he is DEFINITELY a hugger once you've assured him you're totally cool with it.

The snake thing makes for some nice tight hugs (maybe sometimes a little too tight but hes working on that)

6. Vaggie

My sweet girl she is. A little awkward for the most part. Shes not as openly affectionate as Charlie is, but shes also am army girl and i can absolutely see her doing those tight "army bro" hugs when she really likes someone. She has separate "family" and "friend" hugs and you can tell how she feels about someone based on how shes willing to physically touch. Her family hugs are very soft, loose, not too rough. Her friend hugs are more the "army bro" style and usually very quick.

7. Cherri Bomb

Girls a casual hugger. Shes not touchin anyone she doesn't deem a close friend tho. Angel gets hugs. Vaggie gets hugs. She will give Charlie them but be awkward about it lol

You'd have to hit a pretty high level of friendship with her to get one, and they're still pretty casual. She strikes me as a "one arm hugger" most of the time. Unless you're Sir Pentious but shhhh.

8. Niffty

It's not that she doesn't like them or anything just. Girl has absolutely NO idea what personal space is and due to tiny bug nature her hugs are more like having a small feral squirrel latch onto you for a minute before she skitters off.

Shes trying her best. They're very sweet even if they leave anyone receiving them vaugely confused.

9. Alastor.

Two words for you;

Touch. Averse.

Now, we've seen him with Mimzy! He is not against hugging! But it has to PURELY be on his time. He will only do it when HE wants to, end of story. He also much prefers if you do not hug back. Him showing any physical affection is rare, and his preference is to stay in control of it.

What do they feel like? Hm. Actually probably pretty nice. Oddly gentle, considering who we're talking about. I think whoever got one would be more in shock than anything else lol

#hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #niffty hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #sir pentious hazbin hotel #hazbincule #hugs #hi anon i hope this was what you wanted i had so much fun kekfkekfkd