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yyawnjun · 3 months

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BUTTONS

seventeen!95'lines × reader (separately)

summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing thus tradition, here's how I think S.coups, Jeonghan and Joshua would confess their love.

comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

high school romance ; fluff!! ; 2.6k wc ; I am so weak for them 😭 ; @kflixnet

thank u so much to my fav girl @sobun1est for proofreading this (she deserves the world AND a confession by S.coups asap !!)

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL [ 최승철 ]

Choi Seungcheol. The school slacker. The first time you heard his name was when the science teacher begged you to help him with his finals. He needed help in all scientific subjects, such as math, physics, bio, and chemistry… but from what was said, he was considered hopeless. The first time you met him, he was wearing a pajama - because he refused to “be like the others” wearing the uniform - and kept chewing gum while listening to music while you were trying your best to help him with his math homework.

From that very first moment, you understood why everyone thought he was considered a desperate case. In the first week, he did not listen to you at all, not even glancing at you, he had arrived late and left after less than an hour.

Over time he started to look at you and listen to you. He started to admire your patience, your passion, your focused look as you wrote, your clear voice as you explained, your optimism, and your kind heart...

At the same time, you also started to become attached to him when he first showed the will to improve his situation. Indeed after a week, he bought his first pencil, after two weeks he bought a schoolbag, and after a month he even had a collector with all of the subjects - it was quite well organized at the end of the third month.

His appearance improved during those months: his eyes appeared less tired, his hair wasn't greasy anymore, and he even wore half of the uniform.

On Monday, the results of the final exams had just arrived. It was 9 a.m. - still very early, as they would not display the result posters until 11 a.m. - when your science teacher called you with Seungcheol.

You both came out of your respective classes and as soon as you arrived in front of the teacher, she almost started tearing up with happiness at the news she wanted to announce to you. S.coups, as you had learned to call him by now, had passed all his exams. These were the exact words spoken to you by the professor. She almost jumped up and hugged you, but you were more focused on the proud smile that adorned your friend's face. Indeed by now, you were friends.

After hearing the news, to celebrate you opted to go for a bite to eat at the café near the school after class. That café where you first met when it all started is now filled with your happy chatter.

Having the time to be with him for more hours on that day, you were able to notice so many other details of the new S.coups. He had a rested face, a lot of energy in his speech, brighter eyes, and even an almost complete uniform - he had promised you that he would wear it perfectly only on the last day of school. After some time, he also managed to thank you from the bottom of his heart, and you to gain more confidence in your teaching abilities.

So, the last day of school had arrived, the last goodbyes, hugs, chats, and farewells before the end. But on that very full day, you had by no means forgotten your promise.

In fact, after saying goodbye to your friends, you moved to look for the boy. Thirty minutes had now passed, but nothing. You were about to give un helieving that you had overemphasized what had been between you. You turned to leave until a deep, masculine voice came to your ears that you now knew very well from hearing him repeat all the rules possible and imaginable.

You turned and saw him in all his glory. The sun was shining on his face, and his hair styled with was barely moving in the wind. His eyes were smiling, and he was still shouting your name to indicate his location. Only when he was closer, did you notice that he was wearing his uniform.

His eyes and chest were filled with pride, his smile was proud, and his happiness was more alive than ever. After a quick hug, he pointed out his uniform to you - emphasizing how uncomfortable it was and how much he had done it for you. With dreamy eyes, you stared into his eyes, and he accepted the challenge. Time and space around you appeared still, it was only you and him. But shortly, your eye was drawn to a detail in his clothing. A button was missing from his clothing, the first one from the top, and it was clear that it had been detached.

He noticed the movement of your gaze and your puzzlement. But before you could say anything, he had put the missing button in front of your face. As if to prevent you from doubting him and his promises to you.

"I read that giving the first button of one's uniform to the loved girl is a way of confession," he told you.

"Oh, your romantic side," and before you could ask him any more questions, he shushed you for the second time - like he used to do proudly when he explained the lesson he had learned because of you.

"Here, this is for you," he said handing you the button. In the end, he kept his promise: he was in his perfect (uni)form, wearing his school uniform and demonstrating his love to you.

YOON JEONGHAN [ 윤정한 ]

Yoon Jeonghan was taller than you, his eyes were brown as hazelnut and his hair black as ebony, his skin was flawless and his smile was always feeble. Although his sneaky character did not match his angel and kind appearance. From the teacher’s point of view, he was the perfect, smart, and angelic student. To everyone, he was the popular, handsome, and cocky boy. To you, he was something more.

You two had many classes together during high school, and you managed to learn more about him. Even if you did not speak much to him, you caught another side of him. Behind his angel appearance and presumptuous acting was a gentle boy. That gentle boy that made you lose your mind for him. You noticed once how he helped a guy who was being bullied or another time when he stayed until 11 pm in the library to help a girl with her math homework.

So time passed and he quickly became your crush, someone you would always look at and admire from afar. You can’t say that he did not like attention, because he did. But he liked them only when they focused on the things he wanted - like his appearance, his carelessness, his intelligence. He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why, and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.

One-side love, mh? That was what you kept reminding yourself while observing him from afar. Many gorgeous girls and boys liked him openly, but he always ended up rejecting them; so you chose to stay silent and watch him from afar.

On one hand, it was nice to have someone to romanticize, someone to think about before bed, or when you needed to cheer up. But immediately after that comfortable feeling, a melancholy one showed up. But it's the one-sided love, isn't it?

So the years passed, you changed, and your crush on him got stronger. Until the last days before the end of high school. When you found yourself, on the last Monday in high school, on a fresh summer night - instead of studying - focusing on the choice of the words for the anonymous letter you would have given to him tomorrow.

He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why, and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.You closed it at 10 am before putting it in his lock. As soon as you did, a huge weight lifted from your consciousness, making room for another.

He had seen you secretly place something in his locker. Because after you put the letter Jeonghan saw you, YN.

Yn, the one who won his heart since his freshman year of high school. The one who had been on his mind for years, and as much as he didn't want it, the heart decided on its own. He instinctively came closer to see what it was, but you quickly moved away. After a week, you went from wanting to confess to wanting to die to hide your feelings for him.

Your week was no different from his. Until Friday, the last day of school. Your heart lightened when all the exams - and the high school years with them - were over. The day was going beautifully, and you had stopped one last time to look at your - now ex-school. The others had slowly left, it was late afternoon, and you would have to go soon too. So many memories mixed with laughter and tears, so many regrets mixed with victories and disappointments.

Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice that he reached you. You were startled when someone patted your shoulder. He had arrived in silence, and without speaking he made so much noise in your heart that it started beating wildly. You looked at him awkwardly... since the day he saw you put the love letter into his locker, you had only given each other fleeting glances.

He kept not saying a word and looked down at his uniform. The sound of the button being detached from the uniform was the first sound you had heard since his arrival. Still, in disbelief, you didn't move. He took your hand and placed the button in it.

He smiled at you, with the faint smile of him - the one that you loved so intensely - with those hazel eyes that had drawn you, he patted your head, and without saying anything he turned to leave. Was this perhaps his way of confessing… Wait, was he confessing?

Your surprised look was replaced by a huge smile, and your heart kept beating rapidly - but not anymore only for the love tension, now even for the exhaustion of running as you chased him, demanding answers, confessions, and maybe something more...

HONG JISOO [ 홍지수 ]

Everyone knew who Hong Jisoo was. Everyone called him Joshua, and he was known as one of the nicest and kindest boys at school. However, he was so kind that people easily took advantage of him. Starting with occasional help with English homework, solving math problems, and planning for free private lessons several times per week.

Initially, he was happy that he could help everyone and was flattered when girls came to him with long letters that showed to be a mix of a confession of love and thanks for the school's help.

However, the more he gave of himself to others, the less of himself left. Joshua was gradually wearing himself out. He was so focused on others that he had forgotten about himself.

He thought about this for the first time as he left for school, with music in his ears as he finished tying up his uniform. Just as he was about to do so, he realized it was missing again the top button. The one that was meant to be given to the girl he loved. Instead, someone stole it for him when he had left his uniform in class for PE class.

It was the third time that week, but he had gradually accepted it because he didn't know who was responsible. He kept reminding himself that school would be over in a week. He could bear with it, right? So he arrived at school, greeted everyone with his usual cheerful smile, and sat down. Resigned that he would be without a button for one more day.

Or so he thought. In his underbench was a rosy cloth tissue, with a brand-new button inside and a small note saying: Take care of yourself.

The gesture made him smile immensely and soothed his troubled soul. Who on earth could it have been? Who on earth could have noticed what had happened to him?

And as his curiosity increased, so did your beats as you watched him bask in the happiness of having found your gift for him. Indeed, you had long noticed how much he was a victim of others' exploitation.

And once, after you had asked him who his love was - referring to the missing button - he had told you that someone had even taken the button off his uniform.

Since then you began to feel closer to that boy, who appeared perfect and cheerful from a distance. And you had decided to help him secretly and from a distance. And you realized that was great; seeing him happy after finding the button had already brightened your day.

The day had gone by swiftly, and you had exchanged a few words with him as usual. He had been gentle as always and proudly wore the button given to him.

The daily hour of PE arrived, and for the fourth time, his button was stolen.

This time it hurt him a bit more because it was a gift; you could see a blank expression on his face, a dull grin, and a suppressed anger with clenched teeth. That day he returned home earlier than everyone.

But the next day - the last day of school - you put for the second time a button on a pink tissue for him. “I am on your side; take care of yourself!” That was the new note you'd left on his desk.

As soon as he saw it, he hurried back to the school tailor's class and sewed it tightly to his uniform with a needle and thread.

Because it was the last day of school, you were both happy with the end of the tests, and your day went well until the last hour. You did not do PE, so you stayed in class and napped on your desk.

You did it to rest but also tried to catch the button thief in the act. It had been a few minutes since you heard the classroom door open and saw who had come. You quickly took a picture, scaring the thief away, but the robbery had already happened, and the button was missing again. Anger welled up in your veins after Joshua's button was stolen for the umpteenth time.

Without thinking about it, you pulled off the first button on your uniform, and with the sewing kit you always carried with you, you put it on his uniform.

Just in time for when your classmates returned to class.

You knew it was a button from the girl's uniform, but you hoped that he would not pay too much attention to it. And so it seemed, for he had said nothing and had only put his uniform back on.

So high school had ended, and you were heading home free of stress and negative feelings. When you heard someone call out your name.

You stopped and turned around; it was Joshua. He was running toward you waving his hand. "There's something I want to give you." He told you as he caught his breath after catching up with you.

"I think you know the legend of the button given to the loved one - and you nodded as your heart rate grew, was this what you thought was going on? - Here. Here it is the button as an act of my love and gratitude for your kindness, which quietly brightened my day."

With that said, he approached your face and very carefully began stitching up the missing button on your uniform with one of his own.

On a pleasant summer day, you two confessed your love with a button exchange, hand in hand, and excitement in your heart.

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woso-lover · 7 months

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I wish I were Beth | Vivianne Miedema

Vivianne Miedema x reader

Vivianne Miedema x Beth Mead

Summary: You've always liked Viv, but for her you are just a friend.

Based on: Heather by Conan Gray

English is not my first language

Warning: heavy angst

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

"You shivering. Here, take my swaeter." Vivianne said and took off her sweater. Her shirt also lift up a bit and expossed her abs a little. With a blush you looked away. You took of your thin excuse of a jacket in the winter and pulled her sweater over your head.

She took your jacket in hand. "Better?" Viv asked with a smile, when she saw that you stopped to shiver.

"Yes, thank you, Viv" You nodded. With a smile in Vivs face she led you to your apartment. Today was Team-bonding. Y'all went, to Jen and her girlfriends request, bowling. You had a great time. And like everytime Vivianne made sure you gonna end up safe home in the dark.

After a few minutes you reached your apartment. The walk and your alone time with Vivianne was sadly over.

"Thank you Viv, for taking me home." You thanked her.

"No need to apologize. It's always a pleasure with you." She smiled at you.

You were about to take off her sweater, when she wouldn't have stopped you. "No take it. It looks better on you then on me."

"You're sure. It's your favourite." You asked her shyly.

"Of course or I wouldn't have said that. Now sleep well, Y/n/n. See you tomorrow" With that she left, but not before she leant down and kissed your cheek. You were left as a frusterated mess. It was something Vivianne never does. And it gave you hope that she maybe likes you too.

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Like she said you were meeting the next day. Well mostly because it was training, but you didn't care. You only cared that Viv was waiting outside for you. Or so you thought. Actually was Vivianne waiting for Beth, but Beth texted her that she was already there. But as she saw you, she waited until you reached the entry.

She greeted you and walked with you to the locker room in silent. Her focus was clued on her phone. You wanted to ask her something, but as Beth came into Vivs side, she waked up to her and greeted her with a long huge. A little to long for your liking. After they broke apart both looked into each others eyes. You looked in Vivs eyes, they were shining. You wished she would have looked like that at you by your grreeting. Vivs focus was completely on Beth as they both walked together to the locker room, smilling. You stood there still, with pain in your heart as you watched them.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

The reality hit you like a fist as Vivianne and Beth came out as a couple. All the hints you have seen as you watched the loveable Vivianne Miedema are facing you now. All the hints you tried to push away. All the hints you claimed to be platonic were right.

So here you are on a teambonding night at Leahs and Jordans, feeling your heart breaks into a thousand pieces. You zoned out as all your teammates asks them question about their realationship. You couldn't listen, it (would have) broke your heart more. One question or better request broke you out of the zoned. And god did you hated Caitlin in this moment.

"Alright then kiss" Caitlin giggled mischievous like a little kid. Katie, also not being better, agreed with Caitlin. Wich causes Caitlin to get a slap on the shoulder from her girlfriend, Lia.

You watched both of them with a smile. But unfortunately the rest also agreed with Caitlin. Wich made Viv blush. It was cute. But the good mood from the blush went away quickly as Beth gave Vivs lips a short speck. Vivs blush got redder as everyone cheered on them, the new it-couple of Arsenal. Exept for one, you. You couldn't. It was too hard and you hoped no one saw it and was too busy cheering.

After this day you tried to find out what was wrong with you. Why weren't you enough for Vivianne? You started to envy Beth. Not only that she had Viv, but you also envied how she looks. You watched her in training and in the locker romm (of course not like a creep, but you sent her a few glances). You saw good trained she was. You saw her biceps, her toned legs or her abs on her stomach. You weren't this much into training at the gym. So you tried to skip it as often as you could. But maybe you should have been going more to the gym. Maybe you would be more pretty and attraktive.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder

Another thing that broke your heart and makes it ache is their physical contact. Beth always had her hands on Viv. You got the feeling beth knows about your feeling towards Viv and tries to torture you. She always holds Vivs hand. Wherever they go, they always hold hands.

But not only Beth has her hands on Viv, then Viv would often put her arm around Beth shoulder. She would whisper things in Beths ear. Things that made both smile. Looks like you can and another thing to your envy list.

"Aren't they cute together?" Katie asked you as she caught you starring at them.

There it was again. The pain in the chest. The pain of a broken heart.

"Yeah they are" You answered, trying to smile. You were happy Katie didn't paid much attention to your face as you answered.

The truth is they were cute, so fucking cute. But also so painful. So painful to watch at, but you can't stop watching. It was like your brain wanted you to extra hurt. And when you finally stop looking, a teammate comes and ruin everything.

"Aww look at them" or "they're so cute it's disgusting" are things your teammates say. Not to you in paticular, but your hear them and it's enough for you to look at the couple again.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

There was this one thing you tried to do, while watching them: you tried to hate Beth. You thought it would be easy hating the woman who's girlfriend is the woman you have feelings. You thought it would be easy to hate someone. Spioler it wasn't.

You really tried, but you started to see what Viv sees in Beth. Beth was a kind, loveable woman, impossible to hate. And no one did in the team. She was like the walking angel. Even though you can't hate her, sometimes you still wish she was dead. It wasn't because you are a cruel person ir anything. You could never hurt a fly, neither wishing someone dead. But you did it to Beth. You couldn't explain why, well maybe you could. But wishing Beths death is something you know is really fucked up.

And now you don't know who you can blame for your broken. It would never been Vivianne, she's perfect in your eyes. You tried to blame Beth, you tried to hate. But you realized, it isn't her fault either. She was inlove with someone. She made the move, you didn't do. So you got it. It was you to blame. And only you in your eyes.

But you like her better

Wish I were Beth

#woso x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #meadema #beth mead #vivianne miedema #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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ticklish-n-stuff · 3 months

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Happy New Year!!!

I herd requests were open, would Ler!Tsukasa Tenma and Lee!Reader be okay?

If so, for a senario maybe Tsukasa notices that reader appears down. And well, the world greatest star has to help! With hugs and tickles? Until the reader and him are both happy and smiling?? xjsnxjdjd (possibly he/they nicknames for reader?)

Again you don’t have to. Only if you’re comphy

Again again, Happiest NewYear! I love your work(s)!

His little star

HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH💖💖💖

Can y'all believe I actually have a partner now?? Yeah me neither lmao

Anyways I wrote this in the middle of class like the irresponsible student I am, I hope you like it ✨️MY PARTNER✨️

Special thanks to @vicluvesu for helping me a bit hehe

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Tsukasa x reader (platonic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles! Kasa being cringe/j

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“Now that I’ve saved you from this evil Alchemist, kiss me!” proclaimed that Tenma kid out loud, striking a dramatic pose while his script went flying out of his hand.

“Okay, I know THAT wasn’t in the script, you goof” you rolled your eyes in response, watching as he guffawed.

“Ihi’m sorry! I just really felt it in the moment” he smiled cheekily at you, only to notice that your mind isn’t fully present with him. You usually rolled your eyes in a playful way at his weird antics, but this time you weren’t fighting back a smile like normal. Your eyes weren’t as sparkly and there was a slight frown on your face. “Erm… you okay? You seem a little off…” his bright demeanor was quickly replaced with that concerned big brother look he usually gives when someone’s in distress.

“Huh– Oh! Sorry, I must’ve gotten distracted”

Tsukasa gave you a sad smile as he watched you try and fail to appear like you were fine. “Little star, you can tell me if something’s wrong, y’know?” he reassured, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving a comforting squeeze.

“It’s nothing, really” you shook your head. You were really being stubborn with the one and only Tenma Tsukasa, huh?

“It’s not nothing, although I won’t force you to tell me if you don’t want to. But…” his words trailed off. You couldn’t help but pick up on a slight lilt in his voice. When you looked at him, he gave you that giddy smile of someone who’s about to do something silly.

“I can’t really leave you all mopey, especially around me!~” his index finger started poking repeatedly up and down your side.

“H-huah?!” the sudden contact made you yelp in surprise, body stiffening to try to hold back any embarrassing reactions.

“C’mon, holding back around me is useless! I’m the tickle monster after all~” he gave you a cocky look as he slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before vigorously digging into both sides.

“wAH— AHAHAHA! T-TSUKASA DOHOHON’T!” you squealed and flailed around, but his grip on you wouldn’t budge. Who knew he was that strong, or maybe you didn’t really wanna escape, who knows? Not like it matters, you were currently losing your pretty mind due to hysterics.

His nails would skitter along all those soft spots before squeezing you like one of those stuffed animals at his sekai. “Hahaha! Works everytime!~”

You couldn’t help but lean your head back, resting against his shoulder. Eyes shut tight, smile brighter than the sun, just like a true, shining star. It was such an overwhelming feeling on your torso and yet it felt good…? Although if he kept going, your legs might give out-

As if on cue, his nimble fingers slowed down. Tracing little stars over your sides to make you shiver and squirm, how fitting. Yet, it also helped calm you down, tugging your lips into a genuine smile this time. Tsukasa looked down at you like you were the most precious thing ever, making your cheeks flush to his amusement.

“Feeling better now, my little star?~☆”

You gave a soft nod, letting out a big sigh. For how long had you been holding that in? Who knows, but what matters is that now you feel much better. No thanks to that dork.

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#project sekai tickle fic #project sekai x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #ler!tsukasa #lee!reader

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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idk if your requests are open but your laufey pavitr fic literally made me shed tears -- can i please request a pavitr fic based off of "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitski? thank u ❤

My Love, All Mine

🕷MASTERLIST💔

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Grief/Mourning, Unrequited Love

Summary: How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay pls forgive me y'all 🙏 ;_;

Also read on AO3

The bustling city around you is lost to the souls who enjoy it. The morning is cold, the breeze chilling your bones but you don't care. You let the bright rays hit your skin, the tears falling down your cheek as you watch the graveyard in grim silence.

Nothing cuts deep like a love untold. And each time, somehow, it hurts more.

The wind blows brown leaves away, twisting and turning as they land on the dull tombstone. You brush off the dust with your hand, sitting down, unable to stop the tears flowing. The dent of engraved letters feel rough and icy against your fingertips. It feels wrong.

He shouldn't be here!

It wasn't supposed to happen, not to him!

One year ago today, he.. he died. And took with him your very life.

You want to cry so hard, you want to scream and shout but you're worn out. Throat gone sore, eyes tired and dried up but the sorrow never left. Heavy bags have formed under your eyes tainting any happiness left.

To the world he may be Spider-Man: a hero demised, to his family he may be Pavitr Prabhakar -a son lost- but to you, he was a friend, a savior and much, much more.

You loved him more than words could say, more than feelings could express; you loved him with all your heart, alone.

After his death, you used to come here with Gayatri, Pav's girlfriend, and grieve together. But as months passed she had moved out of town for the sake of her mental health, wanting to move on. Perhaps she got her closure; maybe you didn't, and that's why you could never forget. Or maybe, because this was all you ever had and you wouldn't let go.

Even if it was gone.

My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth

The little touches that meant nothing to him, the inside jokes, the longing eye contacts that always meant something more to you.. the ghosts of memories past haunts in shattered pieces. How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for him?

He was the first one to like you for being Yourself. Pavitr brought a new perspective to your life. He showed you love when no one would, he gave you a hand when no one else did, he let you know you were valid, he showed what you were worth, he pulled you up from the dumps.

Pavitr gave hope to a withered, trampled rose; he made you come alive.

Except he had Gayatri to reciprocate it. You had to reserve yourself to just enjoying the unfortunate fate of being his friend, swallowing your feelings, however intense they were. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him -even if it hurt you.

You used to sit there, third-wheeling them and just being a spectator of everything you've ever wanted: Him. So near yet so, so far away.

Why you hurt yourself that way and still got addicted to it, you never knew. Maybe you loved the pain, maybe it was the kind of drug that keeps you alive. It had you going, looking forward to enjoying the littlest things in life, the most insubstantial interactions and most trivial of feelings. It made life brighter in general, it gave a weird rush in your veins. The possibility of it growing into something more toying cruelly with your gullible heart.

The pain, it was indescribable; like a crown of thorns squeezing your bleeding heart to the last drop. It hurt, and it felt so good.

But this was a different kind of pain. It's permanent and it's... forever. This wasn't the drug type of pain, this just came in and ripped the life from your hands, leaving you soulless; empty.

This is kind of pain that tears you apart limb from limb; a pain that leaves you broken forever.

The moonlight shines bright upon the edge of the cliff, illuminating the red and blue colored mask in your hand. you run your fingers over it again and again, feeling the material. The eye-lens are so wide and bright, expressive just like him. You let the stray tear slip down, tasting the salt on your lips.

The moon is full, but you feel empty.

He's here, he's here with me. He's gone nowhere. He's here, he's here!

You won't move on; you can't move on. You're stuck and you can't help it. You embrace yourself around the knees and shudder, crying.

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you?

You lean back and lie down on the grass, never taking your eyes off the moon, the beauty radiant. Perhaps one day you would go there too? Become a star in the sky and shine down on people like you, yearning for the tiniest bit of love. Is love that expensive?

Perhaps that had been too much to ask. Or maybe some simply must not ask.

Clutching his torn mask to your chest, your eyes droop as you slowly drift off to sleep, the radiant face and shining hair of Pavitr Prabhakar bleeding into your thoughts. He's here, he's here.

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you

There is a price we all must pay and yours cost yourself. But you're not left with nothing.

Your love you own; only your love, all yours. And thus it remains forever.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

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Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading ♡

A/N: I am working on all the others, thank you so much for requesting and waiting! (hopefully i'll post them soon too!🤞)

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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How about:

"Dancing through life Skimming the surface Gliding where turf is smooth Life's more painless For the brainless Why think too hard? When it's so soothing Dancing through life No need to tough it When you can slough it off as I do Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through"

Dancing Through Life" from Wicked

Kinda gives off some fun chaotic!Loki vibes for something a bit more lighthearted?

a/n: There we are... The last Lyric-Drabble... 😱 What a hell of an ride it has been! I had so much fun doing these! 🥰 I hope y'all had just as much fun reading them! Thanks to everyone who send in a request! 😁

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ... It's an honour for me to finish this special with your wonderful request. 🥰 I hope you like it, my friend. ☺️

Warnings: nothing? Fluff

Word Count: 868

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Based on this song:

Be Right Now

Since that day Loki just sauntered into your life, seemingly out of nowhere, everything started to feel brighter somehow. Better. Lighter. He was positively lightening up your life. Turning it from a rather boring, barren grey, into a bright and shining yellow. While the lot of the other Avengers were somewhat pissed at 'babysitting' Thor's younger, mischievous, pain-in-the-ass brother, you were delighted. The chemistry between you and him was snap just there. Never before had you clicked with somebody so quick. It was friendship at first sight. You spent a lot of time together, just hanging out, reading and pranking Thor. Of course, you would go out with him as well, showing Loki some fascinating Midgardian things like shopping centres, cinemas and amusement parks. The god learned to trust you and to open up to you. You and him were the best buddies. A friendship, deeper than the earth's core. You were certain, that this friendship was going to last forever; for eternity...

"You did what?" Loki looked at you quite a bit incredulously, blinking. "You are going to take me where?" You grinned like a Cheshire cat, clapping your hands excitedly. "To Lapland! Well... to Finland. Rovaniemi, to be precisely." Loki was still blinking. His birthday was coming up and you decided to surprise your best friend with a nice holiday. He took you to Oslo, Norway before, so you decided to take him to Finland. "A-Alright and, um, when are we leaving?" You smiled at how overwhelmed he was, taking a quick look at your watch. "Our flight goes in precisely 12 hours, so... Hurry up and pack your things!"

The moment you and his feet landed on Finnish ground, a bright smirk graced the God's lips. "Y/N... We barely left the airport and I am already enchanted by this beautiful city... Where's our hotel?" You shook your head, smiling and lacing your fingers through his. "We are not going to stay at a hotel... I got something better for us. C'mon." Without hesitation, you dragged him to the next taxi stand. The taxi drove you and him through the city, which was almost a sightseeing tour for the both of you. It was great and the snow just made everything even better.

The taxi driver drove the two of you out of the city of Rovaniemi and came to an halt on the outskirts, close to a forest. "There we are. We have to walk the rest of the way." "Walk?" "Yep. Let's go! It's getting cold!" You knew of course exactly, where you had to go; having planned this surprising trip after all.

About fifteen minutes on foot later, you reached some kind of glade, on which quite a few 'hills' stuck out of the snow... Loki's eyes widened. "Are those...?" You grinned, nodding. "Igloos, yep." "By the norns... This is... breathtakingly astonishing." You led him to one of the igloo's, knowing that it would be yours and his home for the next two weeks. "Let's go inside, shall we?" Loki nodded, visibly excited. "Yes, please." You entered the igloo together and looked around in awe. The igloo consisted of two parts. The first part was some kind of little hut with a wooden table, benches and a bathroom, of course. The second part was a round 'room', which was the bedroom. The special thing about the bedroom was, that the ceiling was a glass dome. "Wow..." Loki breathed out, stunned. "This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for taking me to such a wonderful place." "Well... Happy Birthday, Mischief."

You spent the rest of the day packing out your stuff and getting something to eat. In the evening, when it was already dark and the stars twinkled on the Finnish night sky, alongside polar lights, you and Loki were back in the igloo. Both, you and him had seen polar lights before, in Norway, but they never failed to amaze you. It was beautiful. Soft music was echoing through the small igloo, as you and Loki laid on your separate beds, staring up in the sky through the glass, watching the beauty of nature. Suddenly, Loki jumped up from the bed, soon to be looming over you. "What?" You asked with a giggle. He stretched out his hand towards you. "May I have this dance?" You giggled again, "Seriously?" getting up, "I am dead certain. " and taking his hand. So, you both danced clumsily, freely and without a worry in the world around the igloo, laughing.

At the end of the song, Loki lifted you up and spun you around, causing you to yelp and giggle even more. You felt like flying in this moment. So light-hearted and free. Loki let you down again, but kept you in his arms, close to him. His blue eyes were literally shining, just like the smile on his face. "You're perfect..." He blurted out, a little out of breath. "You're perfect, so we're perfect together, born to be forever, dancing through life." "We are, Lokes, we are..." Just in that magic moment, both, you and Loki knew, that the bond you shared was perhaps more than just a deep friendship. Perhaps, you could call it love.

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rjmartin11 · 10 months

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."

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#elvispresley #elvis fans #elvis x reader #romance #elvis #vegas #elvis x y/n #70s elvis #ElvisPresleySeries #ElvisSmut #i'm aaron

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hoebaring · 9 months

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Open Books (49) | Kim Namjoon

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it’s dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 1.2k words

I'm back y'all!

Masterlist Previously To be updated next Monday

~Their Experience : Their Truth~

Y/n has always thought of being "in love" as more than just an emotion.

She's always adored how people refer to the sentiment as if it were a place.

As if it were somewhere one could live.

As if it were home.

It's been a few months since they had uttered those sacred words to each other, raw and true passion evident behind the teary-eyed iris', confirming with each other that the comfort they felt only seemed to grow with each passing day.

That day was an eye-opener for them.

It showed them that... love isn't always pretty, and that to be able to get through the ugly times together, to strive for survival without giving up and losing faith in their truth would only serve to mold their relationship into one with rock solid foundation of unbridled value and respect.

It also showed them that this wonderfully passionate emotion comes with a very intimate responsibility. That is, to keep the other's heart safe.

This responsibility can, at times, prove to be quite difficult to keep, especially when one feels the urge to protect themselves first.

However, they learned that it is alright to want to keep themselves safe too, not from each other, but, from certain emotions that may not exact to what we call 'pleasant'. After all, what they had gone through, (which a small part of them still is) isn't something that one can just pass by without ups and downs.

However, that is a part of life. The feelings of 'what if', and 'maybe', keep us going. The never ending struggle keeps us sane. It shows us that to live, rather than merely exist as mortal beings on this earthly plane, a few unpleasant emotions are but natural. And to truly experience all pleasantries that life has to offer, to truly appreciate them, one must get through those bad times.

Why? you might ask; The answer is simple. The art of appreciation is one that comes with longing and healthy desire.

That day was more than just an eye opener for them. It was a loud promise in hushed whispers that they wouldn't hide themselves when in pain because of the other. It's unfair that they laugh together, but cry alone.

And this promise shines through every fiber of their being, becoming their guiding light into the world of unknown that's waiting for them.

That day, that hour, that mere moment was enough to convince them that they give each other enough hope to live with grace even whilst being caught amidst a strong mind, and a fragile heart.

However, it hasn't been as easy to convince the man responsible for the 'commotion'. The one who stands with his amicable face and stout belly, patting Jimin's back fondly, praising the group for how well of a job they've done.

They've just finished recording the demo for their first sample song, and Bang Si Hyuk couldn't be any happier with how far they've come.

They were due for their debut in a few months, and Y/n is ecstatic! Namjoon can see it too, for her eyes say it all as they warp into crescents as pretty as the moon itself, her smile brighter than the celestial object's rays on a luminous night.

They've come a long way.

A lot has happened over the past months :

Y/n's acceptance as a candidate for the next academic year's profile under both psychology and creative writing in Oxford beside Ji-Hoon (much to Namjoon's adorable envy with regards to the senior).

The launch of her website with the help of her wonderful mentor.

Bo-ra's crucial role as speaker in her department's art exhibit this month.

Namjoon and the group's steady growth towards near perfection that is enough to put a mark on the calendar, to put a steady pin on the day that will mark their well earned opportunity to finally lift off into the sky that they oh so desperately want to soar in, with wings that will no doubt, tremble with equal excitement every time that they do.

Y/n can't seem to take her gaze off of him as she leans against the doorway, a fond smile on her face as she watches him hug Bang Si Hyuk tight as the older man pats him on the back for a job well done.

Oh, how her mind reels with joy at the thought. Nothing, not even the mischief that his bandmates indulge in can seem to help tear her gaze away from Namjoon. No. Her eyes have zeroed in on him, for she can't imagine a day when she could get enough of the silly boy.

He's come so far! And there's no where to go but farther.

And as he moves to walk towards his group to join in on the chit chatter, her eyes meet the producer's, and her heart seems to stutter. With a silent nod of his head, he simply gestures towards Namjoon with an assuring smile. That says it all. That's all that's needed to be said. For months now, they've been trying to convince the cheery looking man that being together will not affect Namjoon's career.

That they were responsible. That they could be strong for each other. At first, Namjoon felt.. guilty. Insecure. He felt guilty for putting her through all this. She doesn't deserve to be put to test by a random stranger that hasn't witnessed how strong of a character she has, how strong of a person she is. She's proved it time and again, to herself. Why is it that she has to it again all simply because of his career? And that guilt and insecurity tampered with him for a few days, and consequently, her. It made him feel like he didn't deserve to be around her. The guilt consumed him.

Y/n, on the other hand, did everything she could to try and help make him feel secure again. She tried. A bit too much. She started overcompensating for everything, and soon, they didn't know how to act around each other. A few days passed by, and the minute they realized how.. awkward they got around each other, they broke down.

They couldn't afford to lose what they had. That it was beginning to get awkward hinted right to that, unfortunately.

So, they pulled themselves together, talked it out, and got to see each other's perspective with the.. issue, on hand.

From there on, things got easier. Maybe not easier, per se, but, it definitely got effortless. They were back to normal. They were back to feeling comfortable, truly loved and appreciated.

Si Hyuk had been mindful of them. Of how their relationship affected Namjoon. Not just with regards to his career, but in a personal manner too. You see, he'd grown closer to the group of boys he'd take under his guidance, and, he could see that the couple bought out the best in each other, and those around them. That was enough reason for him.

Y/n breaks into a huge smile, cheeks hurting from how genuinely happy she is. She simply mouths out a 'thankyou', and he nods his head, returning the pleasant smile. Oh.. this is wonderful! "Joon!" She calls out with a gleeful smile, waving. His head whips around almost immediately, and he seems to glow happier than he was, if that is even possible. He's quick in his stride as he happily waltz' over to her, and before she can comprehend it, he's scooping her up in his arms, a happy little twirl following it as she squeals, surprised, the butterflies in her stomach all but consuming her. He knows too. She can tell. The the way he stares into her eyes with nothing but love and adoration as he gently tucks away the hair that curtains her face timidly, the hushed laughter that accompanies the kiss they share, the comfort in knowing they'll be around each other, for each other, says it all.

This is their story. It's their experience. It's their truth. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

#fluff #angst #namjoon x y/n #namjoonff #namjoon x reader #open books #btsff #bts #namjoon #slowburn #domestic violence #namjoon fluff #bts fanfic #bts soft hours #i'm back!#soft #romance #softhours!!

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hissterical-nyaan · 1 year

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Nyaan di.💛

I'm in tears (finally) after reading that reply you just gave to anon. Living as a queer person in an environment where even people who are the closest to you are queerphobic is not an easy task at all. People make it sound like we're privileged, all the while the situation is exactly the opposite. I don't think anyone will understand the gravity of this until they've been in a situation as such themselves. I've faced queerphobia both directly and indirectly and I know how terrifying of an ordeal it is. And yet some people have the audacity to trivialise it all. I'm sending lots and lots of love and power on your way. You truly deserve it.🫶

Thank you so much. For both the reblog and the reply to that ask. Thank you for taking the stand against queerphobia. Thank you for standing up for all of us. You're a safe space for all of us here. You're just so inspiring. Yes, I'm a little sloppy today but I mean it when I say that I aspire to be like you one day. I'm sure all your di's would be so proud of you for all that you are today. One day, we'll make you proud too.🌻

Omg no don't cry 😭🫂🫂

I'm not kidding when I say I'm here for all of you, especially my younger queer moots. You're like my siblings and I love y'all so much and I hate that this world is so hateful towards us but we need to stand up for each other

No one should be forced to deal with hate and fear as a teenager. Social media makes everything look so beautiful and easy and it's not. I seriously hope you don't have any other bad encounters, ik it's probably unrealistic but we all deserve to feel safe and loved.

Just make yourself proud and shine brighter Starlight ❤️ if you learn anything from people here, learn to be kind and strong. That's all we can do sometimes

#it's so cliche and I'm so emotional today but thank you <3 #this ask means a lot to me and you mean a lot to me #starlight 💫

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your-good-pal-chevy · 7 months

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Swordtember : 23 : Illuminated

The road was filled with the sounds of fighting. The forest path was oppressive at night, the trees on either side pressing in like the bars of a cage. Sir William and Eliza Baird stood in the middle, weapons flashing as they guarded a kneeling man between the pair.

Eliza's guns barked, hot lead and terrible magic sent downrange with every retort. Fire flew from the barrels of her revolvers, scorching the demons that swarmed around them.

Sir William, on the other side, stood stalwart against the tide. His sword swept through the demons in wide arcs, cutting them down like a scythe through wheat. His blessed blade shined with an inner light, radiant even as it became slick with the dark blood of their attackers.

And, in the middle, there was a man. Brother Tariku Tefari, condemned as an accused heretic. On the ground before him was an ornate wheel. Its silver spokes and golden rim gleamed in the light from William's blade, and the stray splashes of blood seemed to refuse to stain it or him.

Slowly, Tariku rose, gripping the wheel in one hand. "Let the Light of the Divinities shine through us," he intoned, his deep voice rumbling with the force of his faith. "Let the Three Divinities look down at us from the Heavens and smile. Let us be illuminated in their glory and love."

Tariku clapped a hand to Sir William's back, and the many cuts and bruises upon him began to vanish. The light within his sword grew brighter, a cloud of white flame seeping from the edges of the blade.

Sir William stepped back, bringing his sword up to his chest, and Brother Tariku stepped forward.

"I hope y'all know what y'all're doing back there," Eliza said, discarding an empty revolver and drawing a new one from somewhere within her great poncho.

"Behold, fiends!" With both hands, Tariku swung the holy relic in his hands, the head of a demon turning to ash under its weight. "Behold!"

He slammed the wheel down, sending a wave of white flame out from the rut it dug into the earth. "Upon this wheel, I was tortured for thirty days and thirty nights! Upon this wheel, I was commanded to recant, I was commanded to betray what I knew of the Gods!"

Sir William, chanting under his breath, slowly began to raise his voice.

"Behold!" Another swing of that wheel ashed three more demons, their bodies tumbling apart as they were torn asunder by one of Tariku's fearsome blows. "They sought to break me upon this wheel! But I am unbroken!"

The demons closed in, despite Eliza and Tariku's efforts. They were losing ground. One lunged past Tariku's guard as he busied himself with eradicating one of its kin, sinking its claws into his arm.

Tariku grabbed the fiend, utterly unfazed by the pain, and slammed it into the ground in front of him. He slammed the wheel down onto it, pulverizing the demon completely. "Behold the will of one dedicated to your foes! Behold the will of the Divinities!"

Sir William, his chanting reaching a fever pitch, raised his sword to the sky.

A bolt of lightning lanced down, and the forest was illuminated by holy flame.

Eliza desperately grabbed at her wide-brimmed hat to keep it from being blown away.

Tariku laughed a bellowing laugh, his arms flung wide as the flames washed harmlessly over him.

The demons, for their part, turned to flee. Most did not escape, but were consumed by the holy light that poured from Sir William.

After some time, the flames died down, and all was quiet.

#creative writing #swordtember #writers on tumblr

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Dorm leader with Komaeda Nagito! My that born with a extreme good luck and extreme bad luck, thus had a sad life for example: they and their parents boarded an airplane after having a vacation.However, the plane ended up being hijacked. Both the hijacker and mc parents were killed in front of them after a small meteor crashed into the airplane, leaving them to inherit all of their parent's fortune and become free to do whatever they wished, as he had no other living relatives.

Dorm Leaders with a Nagito!like MC

warning(s): uh parent's death(?), kidnapping

notes: I LOVE U FOR ASKING THIS🤬NAGITO IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE

Born with extreme bad and good luck, your life is quite the adventurous one. However, that luck of yours comes in handy at times.

You first came off as a polite, friendly and an easygoing individual yet somewhat insecure. Although you claim to be a pessimist, you often appear unusually carefree. You lack tact and occasionally says awkward, strange, and unsettling things without realizing it.

Riddle:

he kind of likes u!

you're polite and friendly and tried your best not to break the rules and he thinks that's something all heartslabyul's residents should learn!

though, your insecurities upsets him a little

like you're already so great so what's there to be insecure about?

that luck of yours made him worry a whole lot

like um, what happened to your parents again??😥

and what do you mean you got kidnapped once and won thr lottery after????

AND WHY ARE SO CASUAL ABOUT IT

and the way u got hurt during his overblot but managed to save him BECAUSE you got hurt made him feel kind of guilty

but you say it's fine since you're just a stepping stone for his 'hope' to shine brighter

your talk about hope confused him and made him sweat a little

but he does understands that it's probably the only thing you can cling to with all of the things your extreme bad and good luck did

he told you off a few times if the things you said are too unsettling

you don't seem to realize it's weird and unsettling

so dw, riddle got yo back!!

he'll help you in what you should and should not say!

Leona:

ah, a goody two shoes

he doesn't care about u at first

sometimes when he heard you rant about you being worthless, he just

sighs and roll in his sleep

I'm sorry but if you're expecting some comforting from him, then I'll

have to give you up, had to let you down

(YES GET RICKROLLED)

whenever u say smth weird and unsettling, he just brushed it off honestly

he doesn't really care much lmao

your extreme luck made him worry

well congrats⁉️you made THEE leona kingscholar worried‼️

he once saw you fall down the stairs and when you went to the infirmary, you found LOTS of money

he's really worried

I've said that two times now, he's actually worried

now three

or was it four

finds out what happens with your parents and that one time you got kidnapped

dude???😥😥😥he can uh pay for ur therapy if u want?

Azul:

😁👓an easy target, he sees

a scammer's dream come true they said LMAO

i mean, not lmao

you're insecure? well would u like to buy his potion where he'll cure it??😁😁

you're saying strange stuff and didn't even realize it? well he can make a potion for that too!😁

your luck is making ur life go upside down? not to worry, bc he, azul ashengrotto, is here to safe the day with his potion!!

that luck of yours is really handy honestly

like that time y'all had to fight floyd and jade while trying to steal the picture

you somehow got to hit the tweels and gave all of you time to escape

well i mean uh

at least you're able to help your friends?? but in what cost

when you tell him how ur parents are killed in a plane crash(?), he feels kind of sympathetic to you

family is important to him so he can't imagine what he'll do in your situation

but he heard how u won a lottery after u got kidnapped and went 👓☁☁

pls pretend thats a thinking cloud

would u like to work with him?😊 he's sure he can make GREAT use of that luck of yours

Kalim:

he's friendly too so y'all got along well

probably kins each other lmfao

the difference is that the other one have a family and the other doesn't /hj

and another is more optimistic and probably barely have any insecurities

actually nvm *unkins them from kinning each other

doesn't really understands why are you insecure but he tries his best to comfort and support u!

did you just say you're worthless? WRONG. kalim is here to tell you just how you're worth more than anything!

when you told him how your parents died and you inherited all of their wealth bc you have no other relatives, he feels sad for you

he have lots of relatives and he definitely cares about all of them, so he can't imagine what it would felt like to lose them

so honestly he's the best person to go to if you want some good comforting!!

that extreme bad and good luck of yours made him quite curious

it sounds dangerous but it also sounds kind of fun!

now he kind of wants it...

oh no someone pls stop him(2)

jamil:

doesn't really care when you say some weird or awkward stuff since everyone have their own unique quirks, that's just yours! so he's fine with it!

Vil:

he likes that you're polite

at least you kind of fit the bare minimum of his standards for everyone

you ranting that you're worthless makes his head hurts a little

he'll have to polish up your self confidence🤨

you got some potential so don't even try to decline

whenever you said weird, unsettling stuff, he'll tell you off

can't afford to have you hurting your own reputation amirite⁉️

when he heard of your, he was so stunned

like 😦

you LOST your parents??? and you're so casual about it bc u believe it brings u good luck like inheriting their wealth???

and the way you're so casual about getting kidnapped bc you found a lottery ticket and won it⁉️⁉️

damn bro are u ok😥😥

he's good at making potions so he can try to make u one that'll block your luck?

i mean it's a natural thing but he can try?

he feels kind of sorry anyway

Idia:

a pessimist and a pessimist together in a room, what could go wrong?

everything.

one of them is insulting themselves and the other has a crisis if they're the reason they're insulting themselves

it's a rough beginning but y'all can be friends after!

but if one of them requires comfort then uh

dont meet each other

i mean how can y'all comfort each other? it'll be a mess

"I'm worthless and is just a stepping stone for everyone"

"yeah, I'm probably an npc in this world too"

well there you have it, they're making themselves feel worse

finds out abt ur extreme bad and good luck and how it affected you

he cares for ortho and can't ever imagine what would he do if he's just gone so suddenly bc of his bad luck so he can sympathize with you a little

he's not all that great at comforting tho so uh

pls bear with him😁

well i mean he can try to create something that'll block your luck if you want!!

whenever you talk about strange, unsettling stuff, he panics a little on the inside

bc how is he going to deal with this?!7?!8 they didn't teach this in class!?5!5

Malleus:

you're a friendly one, don't u fear him?

he asked but he's actually overjoyed to have someone being friendly to him and is willing to become his friend

sure, you say some weird and awkward stuff at times

but it's fine!! he can get used to it!

your extreme good and bad luck made him kind of curious

like is it your unique magic or something?

hm? no? you're magicless?

then what's this luck of yours🤔

cue you telling him what happened as an example

oh.

are u alright.

parents are important to you humans no? are u sure you're ok?

and getting kidnapped is quite traumatizing even if you did won the lottery no?

well you seemed fine so he kind of just hesitantly brushed it off

he kind of watches over you a little more closely to make sure that bad luck of yours won't hurt you!!

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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reader impact || divine punishment

series masterlist characters: childe, scaramouche genre: angst? probably contains: archon quest "chapter ii: act iii - omnipresence over mortals" spoilers, baal's divine punishment, ooc scara :(

summary: with the reveal of the newest archon quests, our streamers are not prepared for the very first canonical onscreen death. notes: hey uhh... archon quests are slowly tearing me apart, how are y'all? also, i did this with scara and childe since it made more sense, if that's okay!

Anon asked: Inazuma Archon Quest Spoilers!!

hello!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I wanted to give an idea on the Reader Impact series; perhaps, the reader taking Signora’s place and getting executed, and the characters’ reactions to that?

childe -

okay, first off, you're supposed to be in liyue >:(

why did no one tell him that you were gonna be in inazuma?????

he's so genuinely excited to see you again.

so... why?

why does he feel his chest tighten as you fall to the floor?

"my... you've gotten... stronger since we last met... sweetheart," you heaved, slowly turning around on the floor. childe's character turns to look at you, only for the camera to cut to the heels of the electro archon.

she passed the traveler, staring straight ahead as if they did not exist. you looked back up at the archon, struggling to push your body up from the floor.

"you know... i'm not going down... without a fight..." you hissed, managing to push your body up. you glance over at the traveler, a determined shine in your eyes. you smile the very same smile childe had seen dozens of times before.

"your journey... is yet to be finished..." you mutter, mainly to yourself. "take care... of them, okay? just like we promised..."

and before childe could even process your words, your character charges at the electro archon.

as the legends and tales said, she delivered her divine punishment, cutting your character into pieces. you fell to the ground in a cloud of particles similar to your vision.

"...chat," childe whispers, staring at the camera. "how... dare you... not warn me about this."

he'll spend the rest of the stream hugging his plush of you.

scaramouche -

scara was already excited after seeing you in the 2.1 trailer.

(of course, he didn't let anyone know how excited he was.)

seeing you again after the unreconciled stars event was, honestly, the happiest his chat has ever seen him.

and fighting you was the most they've seen him hold back.

totally not because he wanted to see you and hear you longer, no sir.

but when that final hp disappears from the top of his screen, his heart drops.

"huh... so the rumors... were right," you huffed as you gathered your weapon from the floor. and as the electro archon's looming presence griws closer, scaramouche begins physically shaking.

"wait..." this is the most vulnerable he will be on stream. he genuinely does not like where mihoyo is taking this.

"i can't believe... this is how... we meet," you proclaim as the archon's sword glows brighter. her piercing gaze doesn't leave you, the very eyes that you share cutting through your soul.

"and to think... my journey would here... of all places..." contrary to how scaramouche would expect and hope you to react, you simply fix your posture to sit in front of the archon, your legs tucked to support your body. "with all the training... i cannot... i will not raise my hand to you."

"hold on..."

"i hope to be welcomed to eternity once more."

those were your final words as your body disintegrated into nothing but ash.

"..." scaramouche doesn't say anything for the longest time. a few of his viewers complain, but the long time fans know that this scaramouche, the one they are seeing, is the most emotion they will ever see from him.

and what they don't see is him breaking down at the mere idea of your character disappearing from memory forever.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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May I request how each of the campaign 3 characters act with a blood hunter order of the Lycan s/o (maybe their a teifling and instead of turning into a werewolf they turn more demonic?)

Ooohohohooo nice idea! I included a lot of characters here, so enjoy!

Lads, I'm so busy with college, hope y'all understand why I've been quiet :)

~ Poet

S/O is a Demon!Bloodhunter

Ashton

Is your number one fan. His favourite person has a deadly curse that they have mastered and full control over - what's not to like?

At this point, things between you can't get any weirder, and they're convinced that y'all are simply meant to be. They jokingly suggest eloping after seeing your demonic form for the first time, and laughs it off with you, but fuck, that was hot. Absolutely is certain that you guys are soulmates at this point.

He thinks that you're the most badass person he knows, and he won't let anyone not worthy of this side of you say otherwise. Tiefling, demon, bloodhunter - it's a package deal, and Ashton is all for it.

Chetney (lol)

Holy shit, you too??? Thanks for stealing my thunder there. In all honesty though, he's only teasing, because you also having two sides to you puts him at ease - he's not alone in this weird situation, not anymore.

Probably the most unfazed of the party whenever you start shifting forms, because he's got his own stuff to deal with ie. not get stepped on/trip someone up. Plus, he trusts what you're capable of - you don't need his short ass telling you how to fight when you're like this. You guys may share respective curses, but he gets the fact that you both understand and deal with them differently.

Place Chetney on your shoulders and parade around the battlefield with a cackling lycan-gnome wielding woodworker's tools while in your demonic shape. Y'all will either make the enemy cry, retreat or laugh themselves silly; it's a win-win situation.

Dorian

Is so so so accepting of who you truly are, and is so proud of you for revealing this part of you just as the party's ass was getting kicked. You were his knight in shining armour, hellfire wrapping around your body as you fought the enemy; Dorian has committed that image to memory for a future song.

Softly cups your face after the battle, because yes, in moments like this you are far more intimidating in appearance, but he can still make out that impish look on your face. It's you, but at full power, harnessing your curse's ultimate potential.

Will happily argue with Chetney throughout the night that his lovely tiefling partner changing into a demon is NOT the same as transforming into a short and squat werewolf - they actually have the decency to wear clothes, he says with a flushed face.

Fearne

When in your demonic shape, you and Fearne are arguably the most noticeable and eye catching of the party. She's a seven foot tall, drop dead gorgeous faun, and you're a stunning tiefling in your most hellish of forms.

Power couple goals, honestly. Look, we match, she coos as she winds poisonous flowers around your horns in a similar fashion to hers. Who says power can't be pretty?

She has a goal to time one of her own transformations with yours, shifting into a direwolf the moment your eyes burn brighter and your frame heightens. Such a badass way to make an impression at the beginning of a fight, and Little Mister screeches enthusiastically from behind you as you fight with newfound primal determination - Fearne can't help but huff with affection.

Imogen

Squeaks every time you switch forms. It doesn't scare her like it did the first time she saw it happen, because now she understands that it's still you under the guise of a demon - she just doesn't expect it to happen so suddenly and with little notice. That'll never get old, y'know that right?

If you are just as curious as her, while she's venturing through libraries and flicking through ancient tomes trying to figure out her strange dreams and powers, she'd love to find some books to help you understand your infernal bloodline and bloodhunter talents. Knowledge is power, and she already knows you're pretty powerful.

She gets a little shy when you stand next to her in your transformed state. You exude a different energy, magic and strength and wow, it's a lot to take in. She feels so safe at your side, and it's enough to mute the voices she hears and give her own thoughts back, just for a little while - even if they are mainly all about you.

Laudna

As your limbs twist and elongate in the middle of a particularly tough battle, with horns emerging from the crown of your head and your eyes blazing... you hear delighted applause from the warlock-sorcerer beside you. She cheers you on as you tear your way through enemies, whooping and pointing as she looks at the party, because did you see what they did? You're doing splendid, darling!

Laudna is equally fascinated and enamoured by your transformation, but should it cause you any pain during it, she is so gentle afterwards. Makes sure you're spoiled rotten when you return to the form she's more familiar with.

She's even more convinced that you're meant for each other now - you're scary, she's scary - both very *fun scary* in her opinion though. You just get each other, understanding that some people may not understand you both, but that's okay cuz you have each other and this strange found family you have. Match made in heaven (or hells...?) <3

Orym

He's heard of people like you before. Not much, but a little. He already knew that some tieflings were simply born this way, while others change over time. Either way, your heritage combined with your blood hunter curse only accentuates how special you are to him.

Finds it fascinating how it's all still you, but your entire body changes shape, as if formed by some divine template. Laughs as you grow in height, asking if you've got a few extra inches you can lend me?

He can't really put it into words, but to him, he sees you as nothing short of an angel. You were meant to bring harm and despair to this world, and yet you chose good. Orym sees past the hellfire and sharp edges; all he sees you, and how much you care for your friends and for him. And that's enough for the halfling.

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Reader (College AU)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: virgin!Kageyama, sex, virgin sex, nipple play, condom sex, Y'all it's pretty tame ok. It's wholesome sex

Word Count: 2.6K

a/n: HERE IT IS CEE! @spacelabrathor I PROMISED YOU A KAGS FIC AND IT'S HERE. Here he is in all his cute, dumb, awkward, blunt (but still a fucking prodigy at everything he does) glory! ALSO FOR YOU some Atsumu slander bahahah. (No one come for me I love Atsumu but like... come on, mans is a little asshole) ANYWHOO This is supposed to serve as a little continuation to my first Kags fic So I hope you enjoy! Also s/o to my love @dymphnasprose for always dropping sweet yummy Tobio thirsts in my DMs and making me absolutely feral for this man. I love you forever baybeeee

“I want to have sex.”

He’s decided, made up his mind, the decision is final, no more going back and forth. Steely blue eyes gauge your very surprised expression as you lay on your belly on his bed, feet kicking the air as you read a book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in your boyfriend’s expression.

“What?” you ask, chuckling and pulling yourself up to sit and give him your full attention.

“I want to have sex with you.” He repeats it, confident and reassured that it is exactly what he wants as he looks into your eyes. When you raise a questioning brow, he stomps over to the bed to sit beside you and place a hand on the small of your back.

“Tobio, is this about what Atsumu said last week?”

You know how much Atsumu is able to get under his skin. He teases him constantly about being a virgin after Tobio accidently and drunkenly let it slip that he hadn’t done anything with you other than heavy petting and heated make out sessions. Atsumu has teased him since then, making jokes about one day stealing you from him so you could be with someone with experience. As if you’d leave Tobio for Atsumu. Yeah right.

“You know I’d never leave you for him, right?” you say looking into his eyes with a worried expression. His cobalt eyes gleam back at you, getting momentarily lost in your beauty before he scowls again.

“It has nothing to do with that piss-haired loser!” he says defensively. He knows you wouldn’t leave him, especially not for Atsumu, but he can admit—only to himself—something else Atsumu said is what helped him make his decision.

There’s nothing better than seeing a woman come undone around you. You look at her face and see her pleasure and know it’s all because of you and you feel invincible.

Tobio swallows hard when he pictures for the fifth time tonight your face twisted in pleasure. You gasping and moaning his name like the woman in the porn he watched for reference last night. His hand moves to rub your back seductively and his expression softens.

He really does love you, you’ve put up with so many of his mood swings, supported him at every game, even helped him with homework is some of his toughest classes.

“I just want to be able to make you feel good. I know you’ve had sex with other guys before me, but I wanna be the one who made you feel the best.”

You crawl into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and draping your arms around his neck to plop a kiss onto his surprised lips. The tiny lounge shorts dig into your thigh as you look at him through your lashes and he digs his fingers into your plump ass. He intakes a breath when you grind on the bulge in his pants and his eyes grow wide.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you say, a sultry smile working it’s way onto your face. “But I won't say no to you trying.”

You kiss him, grasping his silky jet black locks and plunging your tongue into his mouth. Both his large hands grasp your ass as you grind down harder on the growing bulge in his pants.

Tobio always gets a boner when the two of you make out, but to feel how warm you are and how close your pussy is to his dick, it makes him grunt into your mouth. He leans back on the bed, flopping onto his back as he holds your waist and balances you atop of him.

You continue kissing him, purring and humming against his lips, and when you pull back to look him in the eye, a string of spit keeps the two of you connected. He looks at you in earnest, biting his lip and trying to focus on your pretty face instead of the ache in his shorts.

“Ok so should I fuck you now? Why are our clothes still on?” He asks with complete seriousness and you snort. Your world shines brighter due to his absolute lack of tact, and he frowns when he thinks you’re making fun of him.

“What?” he grumbles.

“That’s something Atsumu won’t tell you, probably because he sucks at it. There’s a beautiful thing called foreplay and you’re going to learn it,” you say as you smile against his lips and run your hand down his chest.

“From a woman no less, which means…you’ll already be ahead of the game.” You grind your hips down upon him again and he’s too late to stop the groan that tumbles from his pink lips.

You smirk then roll to the side to move off of him and he rises up in shock, eyes wide and worried. But he holds his breath when he sees you standing and removing your shirt and shorts before you look over your shoulder at him.

“Well, I can’t be the only one undressed.”

Tobio quickly sheds his shirt and shorts, sitting clad only in his tight compression underwear on the bed. He stares at your bra and underwear, eyes drinking in every deep curve, the swell of your breast, and how the thin twine of the straps of your thong sit on your hips.

His fingers fist into the sheets of the bed and his cock twitches at the mere sight of you. He can’t remember how he got so lucky but he smiles smugly to himself when he pictures the surprised look on Atsumu’s face when he finds out.

You tiptoe over to him sitting on the edge of the bed and push his thighs apart to stand between them. He wraps an arm around your waist and cranes his neck to look up at you. You run a hand through his hair, pushing it from his forehead. His long fingers trace down the curve of your back and you sigh at his touch. He places his forehead against your stomach and closes his eyes.

“Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss it,” he mumbles. You chuckle as you continue rubbing his hair.

“So why don’t you?” He opens his eyes and obliges, placing his lips against your stomach. You sigh again as he kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your underwear. His hands are on your hips now, digging into your skin and fiddling with the straps of your panties. He’s so eager, the excitement he usually saves for the volleyball court oozing out of him as his piercing gaze asks you for permission.

You give a curt nod and he loops his long fingers through the skimpy string of your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs. When you’ve stepped out of them and he’s face to face with your pussy, he gasps in amazement. He takes a few moments to look over you, his hands running up your thigh before he continues his path of kisses from your stomach down to your clit. He stops suddenly when you whimper and his eyes are wide with panic.

“Sorry, is that bad?” he asks in a small voice. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you open them to see his eyes panic stricken expression. You rub his hair gently and give him a reassuring smile.

“Nope, it’s actually really really good. Aren’t I the lucky one to get a guy who doesn’t have to be told to kiss my pussy,” you say laughing. Tobio smiles up at you as well, now more calm by your relaxing tone.

“Can’t help it when it’s that pretty.”

He pulls you down on top of him and you squeal as you straddle his waist. He lays on his back, massaging your hips as you mount him. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra and his eyes grow even wider as your tits fall. You always knew Tobio was a boob guy, but the way he’s looking at you now, mouth slightly agape as he licks his lips, definitely cements that fact.

His cock twitches in his underwear and you give him a quick kiss before shimmying down his body to free him from his cotton prison. You’ve never seen Tobio naked before. You’ve felt his impressive length through his pants when you two have fooled around and fantasized about how pretty it would be when you finally witnessed it but like always with Tobio, it's better than you expected.

He’s not too long but he’s quite thick. He's already dripping precum and it leaks onto his belly when it pops free; the tip is a beautiful plush pink that matches the flush of his skin when he sees you staring hungirly at it.

When you bring it to your lips and lick the tip, he groans loudly and clutches the sheets on the bed tightly. “Wait…I almost…” he grunts through his teeth. You look up at him apologetically. A blowjob probably isn’t the best idea for his first time, but you definitely make a mental note to suck him off some time soon. The man’s cock is way too pretty not to be in your mouth.

“Sorry,” you say before moving back up his body to kiss him passionately. He grunts into your mouth as you bite his lips. His hands tangle in your hair and he ruts against your ass in anticipation. When he moves to bite your neck you moan and whisper his name.

“S’okay. I wanna...suck…” he grunts, pawing at your breast as he nibbles and licks your neck. He sounds like he’s asking permission and you breathe out a quick, “yes” before rising up to sit on his lap.

You can feel his heart speed up, thrumming underneath you as he raises and pulls your body flush to his. You feel his long lashes flutter against your chest before he latches to your nipple and groans deeply. You’re not sure how he knows exactly what to do but your pussy grows wetter with every flick of his tongue on your skin.

“Mmm Tobio, you’re so good at that,” you moan and you can tell he likes the praise. He flexes his hips up into you, grinding against your ass and you moan again desperately as blood pumps straight to your cunt.

Tobio continues licking and sucking your nipples, moving from each one to give them equal amounts of attention, but when he bites down and sucks like he’s pulling something from you, you throw your head back in bliss, a loud shrill whimper bursting from you.

You’re ready now, your body vibrating with anticipation. You push him to flop on his back again, lean over to open the desk drawer, and grab a condom. You quickly rip it open with your teeth, pull it out in one quick motion and roll it slowly down his length.

He watches in amazement, you’re a pro at this. How on earth were you able to make opening a condom that sexy? You lock eyes with him now as you hover above his dick and his chest heaves up and down. He thinks once again about how lucky he is, how gorgeous you are, and how much he can’t wait to see your face when you’re coming on top of him.

“Don’t be nervous baby,” you purr as you line the tip up with your pussy. Even through the condom he can feel how warm you are, and he has to take deep breaths and focus on not finishing too early.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”

He grits his teeth as you sink slowly down onto him. You spread around his length and he watches in awe as you take him. You both cry out when you’ve sunk all the way down on top of him and your walls are fluttering as you become accustomed to him.

Tobio’s eyes are squeezed shut, he’s panting trying desperately not to think about how fucking warm and tight you are. He can feel you clenching, feel you caress his cock and he can’t imagine how good it would feel if the condom weren’t between you two. His hands are digging into your hips, leaving marks as he concentrates on holding in the cum he wants to shoot into you.

“Shit…is it always like this?” He grunts as he looks up at the ceiling.

You chuckle as you run your hands up your body, massaging your own tits and pinching your nipples. You lean down to whisper in his ear.

“No, it’s even better without a condom,” you smirk and he gasps at the thought. You lift your hips then, placing your palms on his broad chest and balancing yourself to hover over the tip before plunging down onto him again.

You continue rocking your hips and bouncing on him and he swears he can see stars. He grunts and moans, gasping as you draw circles with your hips on his cock. He remembers how good you are at dancing and isn’t surprised at how well you ride him.

“Fuck...shit this feels so good,” he groans and momentarily open his eyes to watch your lovely face. Your eyes are lidded and you’re biting your lips in concentration, a seductive smile playing on the edge of your lips.

“You’re doing so well baby,” you coo. You’re impressed, he’s lasted far longer than you thought he would, but then again Tobio’s always had great stamina.

Your ass slaps against him, bobbing like the first time he saw you twerking and it only makes him buck up into you more. Your tits are bouncing as the room fills with the sultry sound of slapping skin. He bites his lip as he feels his insides tighten, a pressure building in him as your pace quickens.

Your moans are loud, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and when you whimper his name, it feels like he’s on the court. His instincts kick in and he flips you on your back. He pulls your body close to his and looks into your eyes before he plunges into you.

The new position allows him to hit an angle no guy you’ve been with has ever been able to hit and you cry out in ecstasy. He pumps into you desperately, kissing you and watching as your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He feels so good inside you and he’s so close his arms and legs are starting to shake.

He watches as you bite your lip, scream his name and clench so hard around him he doesn’t have to be a pro to know you’ve just come. He smiles a cocky smile to himself before a guttural growl breaks from him and he spills a thick load of cum into the condom. So Atsumu was right about that. There’s nothing better than seeing you scream his name and watch you come undone because of him.

He stays embedded in you for a few minutes as both of you twitch and come down from your high. His head rests in your neck and when he’s finally caught his breath he flashes you a cocky smirk. You giggle and roll your eyes, not needing to hear him say anything.

“How the fuck did you do that?” you ask as he pulls out of you and removes the condom.

“I don’t know, my body moved on it’s own I guess,” he shrugs as you take the condom from him, tie the end and dispose of it. You kiss him on the lips and shake your head with a smile.

“Should’ve known you’d be a goddamn prodigy at it.”

Tobio pulls you back into his arms to hold you and bask in the after sex glow. He’d finally done it and he’d managed to get you to come too. A prodigy you’d called him. This was definitely something he’d “accidentally” share with Atsumu next time.

Thanks for reading!

#kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama #haikyuu x reader #Kageyama tobio #marquie writes #I'll make a banner for this later i swear

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lady-ragnvindr · 3 years

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BESTIEEE

IT'S DILUCS BIRTHDAY TODAYYYY

(well here in Asia atleast, it's Tom for y'all?)

BUT NEVERTHELESS LEMME REMIND YOU THAT DILUC THINKS THAT YOU ARE THE GREATEST GIFT HE HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED IN HIS WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE SO PLEASE GIVE THE MAN THE LOVE HE NEEDS.

Fr tho, his 18th birthday was the time he lost all his loved ones please, show him that it's never too late to see his birthday in a different light.

Also peg him while your at it HAHAHAHAHAS

-🍷

I FORGOT 😭 HOPEFULLY IM NOT TO LATE

Loss and Hope

Sub!Heartbroken!Diluc x Dom!Caring!F!Reader

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️: angst, fluff and pegging!

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Sitting down his bed, Diluc slowly took off his clothing one by one. The coldness of the room mocked him as he folded his clothes and put them away, grabbing the nightclothes for tonight. The loneliness slowly started to creep up his spine as he laid down the bed, a sudden heartache was felt on his chest.

It was his birthday.

A day supposedly full of happiness of joy, a new day of living. So they say. But for him, it was a constant reminder of what he had lost.

A fathers dying breath and a brother's last words of betrayal.

He remembered vividly the day, the pain, the anger, the betrayal. But to others, they didn't. Not there fault of course, they didnt had the burden he carried on his shoulder. They didn't see what he had seen. They didn't feel what he had felt. Sorrow.

Everytime someone looked at him, a bright smile on their faces and with it accompanied the words 'Happy Birthday!', he could only nod in thanks and move on with his day. A facade, a mask built from pain.

That was in the outside.

In the inside, a child surrounded by flames cried. Holding the curse of his loss.

Diluc felt tears starting to form, his heart barely holding the pieces of his weakened heart. He curled himself into a ball, and finally the dam broke.

"Father!"

"You traitor!"

The voices echoed in his head, the fault and loss were too loud. That even your voice, as you called him out, couldn't reach him.

After arriving to your home, you had decided to surprise him. Noted that he would soon be headed to bed as usual at this time of day. Soon you had come to realize that tonight wasnt the case.

Hearing the soft sobs and whimpers of your love, your quickly rushed inside the room, putting away the gifts you had gotten him and moved to his side. Softly whispering his name, you watched as his eyes only ignored you- looking to the side as he cired, whispers of his weakness was the only thing he said and repeated. And finally you understood, he was stuck in his own head.

Quickly, you sat down besides him and pulled him into your lap, words of comfort fell from your lips down to his ears. His head snuggled on your collarbone as he all but sobbed. Raising a hand, you patted his hair, slowly sliding your fingers through his fiery hair. And slowly, Diluc came back to his senses. His hands moved to your sides, hugging you tighter. His breathing slow down, soft sights of relief fell from his lips. And thats when he noticed, the coldness and loneliness were gone.

He was surround by warmth and love.

You

He held tightly to you, his body curling on you as your words never stopped comforting him. The sweet lullaby of wamrth sanged around him and he finally remembered. His moon in the dark night. Shining brighter to him, showing him the way back to her arms.

"Love, look at me please." You whispered, a hand under his chin, lifting him up. Diluc's eyes shyly looked at you, and you smiled. "Their's my beauty!" You watched in amusement as Diluc turned red, pushing his head away from you and tucking himself back to your collarbone.

Chuckling, you peppered his visible neck with kisses, tickling him as he let out a muffled snort. Laughing erupted from the two of you. "Diluc," you breathed, your hand falling down to his hips, softly pushing him vloser to you.

"I want you to always remember that you aren't alone, not anymore." You reassured him. Diluc could only nod, understanding enough to know that you were here. The silent promise of never leaving his side.

The two of you held each other, comforted by the love and warmth that the two of you shared. As for the cherry on top, you whispered a happy birthday and Diluc smiled, realization that he had now found what his birthday means to him. Love.

"(Y/N)?" His voice whispered. Humming, you looked at him, a question in your eyes.

"Can you....make love to me..please" Diluc blushed, but he held his eyes up as waited for your answer. Smirking, you nodded and with that, his lips came crashing on your lips. A certain harsh hunger was sealed in the kiss. Feeling his pain and anger only for it to subside on your own warmth. Pushing him back, you laid on top. Nudging his bulge against your clothed hips. Grinding against his shorts, Diluc whimpered against the kiss.

"Please!" He begged, his hand going down to your trousers. Pulling them down as he felt your own hand going under his. Warm fingers were felt against his rim, his thighs clenching around your hips as he felt a finger slipping inside him.

"Already so wet" you hummed, your lips above his. Diluc could only moan, his hole clenching around your finger desperately.

"Please (Y/N). I want more~" His lips brushing yours, hips pushing down on your finger and you only smirked.

Fine

"How about this, I go and get our toys and you open yourself up hmm" smiling you removed yourself from him after he gave you the yes, turning to the closet and grabbing the necessary materials. As you gathered the toys, you could hear the moans and the wet noises of your lover. Slightly turning around, you found yourself looking at Diluc's hole, three fingers in as his hole clenched around them.

Without waiting any longer, you attached the straps around your hips, the dildo standing tall and proud. Diluc stared at the toy, his own hole clenching tighter around his fingers as he shamelessly moaned your name. Removing his fingers, he willingly spreaded his ass cheeks. A plead for your cock.

Pushing your cock in, you watched as his hole spreaded wide, tightening around the silicone. Diluc felt his breath being pushed out, his hips stilling. Red eyes rolling behind his head, filthy moans filled the room and soon joined the slapping of skin to skin.

You whispered in his ear, how beautiful he was, how he deserved the world, that he was no longer alone. And Diluc could only moan and scream in pleasure. Tears of joy filled his eyes as he sobbed, stuttering his agreement to every word you said.

He had lost himself too many times , yet your love was enough to lead him to a path of warmth and finally, peace.

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I FINISHED THIS IN 30 MINUTES. IM SORRY IF THEIRS ANY ERRORS I WAS IN A RUSHHHH

BUT ENJOY!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FIRST LOVE!! ❤❤❤❣❣❣💋💋💋

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #dom!reader #diluc #diluc x you #diluc x reader #🍷-anon

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