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sidneyprescottswhore · 1 year

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scream 5 sid cheatin’ on mark is on the way along with jill x amber threesome. give me time got a lot goin on but it will be out soon

scream 1 sidney teaching you how to fuck while billy is on the way to her house to see his beautiful girlfriend.

i know you wanted sidney topping reader but i really wanted to write sidney teaching reader how to fuck her like oh my god.

warnings: scream 1 sidney, servicetop!reader, cheating, mutual masturbation ?kinda?, sid teaching reader how to fuck her, a little corruption kink?, caught but billy is fuckin oblivious

you laid on the bed with sidney. the two of you had been awfully quiet, it had always been awkward between the two of you but the both of you were still friends. so you wanted to do things friends do, and have sleepovers, hang out, talk about boyfriend drama.

if you could talk about boyfriend drama.

see now the thing between you both was that one of you were seen as straight, was the other? no fucking way. sidney knew you had a crush on her. sidney knew you wanted to be more than friends, but she tries to not let that get between your friendship. you had an unbreakable bond, the bond you thought her and billy had. and you never dreamed of her breaking up with him. but you also knew deep down that when she complained to you about him that you wanted their relationship to fall, for them to have a big blowout and breakup, for her to fall for you instead.

you knew that wouldn’t happen. they were 2 years going on to 3 soon. why the fuck would she break up with him? billy; pretty boy, sweet, probably has a big dick too.

nonono, why were you thinking shit like that? it wasn’t like you have ever seen one. i mean you have never accessed porn or even seen someone elses body before. you were completely innocent, which just made your mind run more.

you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. silence overcame your body, you felt tired. you felt yourself start to drift off. you felt a hand on your waist.

“hey, you awake?”

your eyes burst open. the hand on your hip made you feel antsy, i mean you had a raging crush on her, why wouldn’t it?

“yeah. what’s up?”

you were worried, did you do something wrong? did she hate you? did she think you were getting too close to her and that you guys needed to seperate ways? shit. you were overthinking it. why the fuck were you so worried anyways? it wasn’t even about you.

“i don’t think i wanna be with billy anymore.”

silence took over the room, and your mouth opened to respond, but you couldn’t speak. this was your chance, you thought. but then the thought of the possibility that she wasn’t into girls in that way, or didn’t like you like that overcame you and you just wanted to get up and leave.

“wh-why?” you managed to choke out. your hands were shaking, you worried of it. you’ve liked her for as long as you can remember this was your time. “i just don’t think im into him anymore. haven’t been for awhile. y’know, i don’t think im even into boys anymore. i’ve found someone whos really made me think.” you felt yourself shake harder than ever. into girls huh? but you forgot that last part, “someone whos really made me think”

“oh yeah? who?” you stared her straight in the eyes as you said this, and she laughed in response. “okay, but promise you won’t laugh.” she held her pinky out and you hooked yours with her own.

“you.”

you felt tears burning in your eyes, after all this time she finally broke up with billy and she didn’t even want-

wait what?

she wanted you, she’s thought of about leaving her boyfriend of 2 years for you, she found out she’s into girls from you, you were surprised it wasn’t tatum.

her hand was still on your waist, slowly slipping down to your thighs.

“i know you like me too. you make it so obvious, it’s cute.” she whispered, hand sliding back up to slip under your shorts. you huffed and nodded your head in response. “i-i’ve never done this before.” she smiled at this. “oh, so i’ll be your first?” you knew this made her even more excited. to corrupt you. show you how to fuck. show you everything.

“y-yeah..” you whimpered out, her thumb rubbing your clit through you underwear. it felt weird. you’ve never touched yourself or been touched, you thought it was dirty, and people you hang out with would push that trope on you. “have you ever masturbated before?” she asked you, thumb still sliding over your clothed clit. “n-no.” you responded in a breathy whine. you wanted to touch her. you needed to. her eyes widened. she was in complete awe that she was the first to touch you ever, even before yourself. she was so fucking turned on at that.

she took your hand and placed it on her own thigh. her sleep dress covering her legs, but easy access for you to just slip your hand underneath and finger her. your mind was going places, you didn’t even know how to do that. she pushed your hand between her thighs, to be greeted with soaked panties.

“look at how wet y’got me.” she whispered in your ear, sending shocks to your pussy. her fingers were still stroking your clit, whines leaving your lips as she moved your hand to do the same. when she let go of your hand, you felt worried, worried you weren’t touching her how she wanted. but that worry washed away quickly when she let out a whiny moan. “you sure you haven’t done this before?” she grinned. her hand moved to take your shorts off, leaving you in your white panties. your hand continued to move at her clit as she removed your next piece of clothing, leaving your bottom half totally naked.

“you have such a pretty pussy.” she smiled at you, her middle and index fingers rubbing over your clit, her thumb rubbing through your small tangle of hair that sat above. her other hand slipped her own panties off, your thumb slipped over her now bare clit, and she immediately grabbed the sheets. she was more sensitive than you and she had experience, that’s what made you laugh.

you switched your thumb with your index and middle, frantically rubbing at her clit as she fastened her pace on your own. “yeah, just like that. you’re doing perfect for your first time.” she continued to push her fingers over your clit, making you come with a strangled whine. she grinned at you, immediately turning into a moan as she removed her fingers, making you fly forward to her clit.

she grabbed at your hair, other hand playing with your tits through your shirt. you were scared, never done this before.

“flaten your tongue, and swipe it over my clit. ill let you know if its not enjoyable.” you did just that, and at the way her grip on your hair tightened, you knew she was feeling ectasy.

“okay.. yeah- fuck, now close your lips around it, like your sucking a straw.” she instructed, you listened to her, doing what she asked of you immediately. she whined at this, playing with your clothed nipples. “now- fuck me- repeat, yeah you’re doin’ amazing for me.”

you repeated your actions, sliding your tongue over her clit, ending off with a soft suck every once in awhile. you felt so hot that your first time was with sidney, and that she was teaching you through every step. you knew she was close, grip on your tightening with every suck. “fuck- m’so close, yeah, you’re so good at this, betcha wanted this f’so long- huh?” she moaned into your ear, a knock on the window snapping you both out of the moment. you looked up with ratted hair, sidneys hands untangling themself out of it as she made full eye contact with her boyfriend.

oh shit, all this and you forgot she hadn’t broken up with him yet, and he was here to see her. he hadn’t seen you yet, so she covered you with the blanket next to her, pushing your head to keep going. she waved her hand at him to come in.

your lips were painted in her slick at this point, but you loved the taste of her. you continued the process, swipe, suck. your lips felt soft against her clit, continuing to lick at her. her hand pushed your head farther. the other hand covering her mouth as billy talked to her. she tried to respond but she couldn’t, you licking at her clit and speaking at the same time was too much for her to handle. she responded whinily, billy obviously becoming worried. but she blames it in being sleepy, and some how that fucking dumbass believed it. it wasn’t until when he excused himself that she finally came. her thighs snapped shut against your head, with a strangled whine that she had muffled with her pillow.

“fu-fuck.. you’re good.” she huffed, you grinned in response, head still shut between her thighs. “so, how was i?” you asked her, you were just curious.

“way better than billy, his dick couldn’t even make me orgasm, holy shit i had to fake it.” that made you smile, knowing you were better at your first time rather than them at probably their 3rd.

“i’ll break up with him tonight, i promise baby.”

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wistfulrat · 7 months

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・❥・lesbian wangxian reccs ・❥・

ao3topships poll gate made me realize there are hundreds nay thousands of u who dont know abt lesbian wangxian ?? that’s so sad can i proselytize u real quick

mimilamp cinematic universe (the ppl’s mcu) sorry for starting this list with a whole author catalog. as if it's my fault!! these gave me covid. no listen mimilamp fics have feverish lesbian angst levels of hot horny despair that could paralyze a large forest animal. and on a sentence level it's just stunning. messy dykes fumbling toward love confessions while making emotionally insane choices and the sex scenes fuckn bang ??? god is real

good, good - 13.5k E Wei Ying has two broken wrists and now she needs Lan Zhan to help her do stuff (jerk off)

here’s a story - 46k E Wei Ying reluctantly joins her recently-dumped best friend, Lan Zhan, on a couples' holiday retreat. Snow! Drinks! Truth or dare! There's a s-s-s-single bed! You'll never guess what happens next.

out of your system - 20k E “Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.” // Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.

exposure therapy - 14k E Wei Ying clambered up from the floor, put the joint on the corner of the night stand, announced, “Exposure therapy,” and got into Lan Zhan’s bed. // Lan Zhan doesn't like to be touched, Wei Ying likes to touch.

know no one else - 20k E Lan Zhan moves out, Wei Ying's boyfriend moves in. Six months later, Lan Zhan visits, they go to a party, and Wei Ying has something to tell her.

74243 this author should be studied in a lab bc these 2 fics ruined my life. a pulitzer prize short fic with immaculate tone followed by the fuck nastiest shit you will ever read. "wei ying swipes right" still a top 3 bar of all time re: fic summaries. like people died.

chef’s kiss - 6.5k E Wei Ying said, “You know, in some ways I’m kind of depressed. I took your biggest dick on my first try. Now I don’t have anything to build up to.” “There are bigger ones available,” Lan Zhan said lazily. “I can pay for express shipping.” // (Lan Zhan works the late shift.)

pull out game weak - 22.7k E Wei Ying swipes right.

plonk this is the only fic in many ways. dyke nmj's mustache academy award winning breakout role. possessive hot dyke lwj. the sentence "don't knot her you freak." have u ever seen a group chat get rabies in real time. the slut rot breached containment. it was a public health crisis. it brought back horny cinema. cultural reset.

good friends - 11.5k E “I could invite her over for when the game’s done,” Nie Mingjue offers. Lan Zhan hums, considering it. They do that sometimes. Take omegas down together.

occultings will i ever get tired of -wwx thinks she's straight and wants to practice being gay with sadsack lwj who is like sure im in love with u and this will cause me psychic damage but mayhaps that's the cost of being homiesexual--? no i dont get tired of the classics it's called taste

give me one good honest kiss - 25k E The text keeps flashing over and over in Lan Zhan's head like the bulb lights on a marquee. They’d been talking about homework directly before that, swapping notes on music theory in the baroque period. Then, like a fork of lightning out of a clear blue sky: wanna practice kissing? 😚 // Wei Ying suggests an arrangement. Lan Zhan, in love, deals.

saltyfeathers ok so like sure it's ill advised to get your cartilage pierced at claire's but if you wanted the experience of participating in deranged hysteric behavior that kinda bangs in a badgood way? well then.

the mall that has it all - 8k E She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?” or; mall goth au

#just thought abt mimilamp “baby are you happy” and almost walked into traffic #wangxian fic rec #lesbian wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #cql #femslash #wlw wangxian #mimilamp #74243 #plonk #occultings #saltyfeathers

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jendollzz · 7 months

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11:36pm

- njm

fluff, kissing, very cute, jealous jaemin

You’ve been dating jaemin since last may, its only been a year and 4 months. You never knew how much a life can change in one year and 4 months, you felt like you knew jaemin your whole life but at the same time it feels like 2 months ago you just met him. Due to both of your crazy, clashing schedules you’ve only seen jaemin a handful of times after his tour. Today though, jaemin invited you to sleepover to stay over for the weekend (as you often do when the both of you are mostly free during the weekends). You left work and came straight to his apartment, punching in his code in to his apartment you head to the kitchen putting down your bags on his countertop. His three kittens come running to you “hiii my cuties” you kneel down and pet them all. “wheres you dad hm?” Talking to lucy in your arms while heading to his room. Usually jaemin would be the first one you’d face when you come over but now he isn’t. “jaem?” you call out softly in case he’s asleep. Entering his room. You hear mumbling coming from the bathroom,

what the hell is going on??.

You head to the open bathroom door and you’re met with your boyfriend with a really thick white face mask on. “Oh my god! You scared the living shit outta me” placing your hand over your chest to calm yourself. The cat jumping out of your arms due to your (almost) heart attack. “i cant really talk baby im sorry” he barely lets out the words from the tight mask. By the time you take a quick shower, change into your his pjs, jaemin is already in bed almost half asleep. Its already a bit past midnight, the clock reading 12:12. You turn off your side lamp and land on his bare chest. “all the skincare you put on right now is on my chest” you both chuckle, he stares at your tired figure, his fingers lazily brushing against your hair. “what time do you have to leave tomorrow” you ask, moving your head to get a better look at him. “afternoon..” he says, as if he’s making sure not to break the calm ambiance surrounding you two. You give a small hum in return and mumble a something he can’t catch. “hm?” he tries to make out something but he can’t. “i love you” you confess. Jaemin continues to stare at you, its not like this is the first time you’ve said it nor has he. But he knows theres something under that ‘i love you’ just by your tone. “i love you too baby, you want something?” You move slightly to look at him but not saying anything, he encourages your hesitant figure by giving you a slight nod. “what if we moved in?” your heart beating so fast you can hear it as if you have noise-cancelling headphones playing some edm just by throwing that question at him. You’ve talked about moving in with each other multiple times, plus you’ve been dropping hints here and there ever since you’ve decided to move.

“we?” he asks

“I meant like me, since you know i want to move out anyway it’d be a nice chance and you dont need to change anything for me. I love your house, and its-“ your rambling is cut off by his laugh “why are you laughing” you start to let out small laughs along with him. He shakes his head and pulls you closer, kissing you. You pull back after a bit not wanting him to brush off the question. “So…?” Your eyes glistening, waiting for his answer. The longer you wait the more your hope drops. “Why would i ever say no to you?” He brings his hand to tuck away your hair falling on your face. “So… yes?” He nods. You loved that about jaemin, treating you with everything you deserve. You have the princess treatment, literally. You want this necklace?, he buys. You’re craving pancakes?, he makes. You need a new gym trainer?, he’s there. All you want, you get. You move closer to peck his face and lastly his lips. “You taste like chemicals” jaemin says in slight disgust at the unpleasant taste in his mouth. You let out a loud laugh at his face “so now i can never kiss my boyfriend?” You try to sound offended. “Of course you can, just not when he has 7 layers of skincare products on” he moves his hands slowly so you don’t notice and start attacking your stomach. You can barely cover yourself, jaemins hand holding together both of your wrists. “No- jaemin! Stop stop please please” he finally stops falling on his side, facing you once again. “What was that for??!”

“For not calling me yesterday” he says calmly

“I said sorry??” You defend

“Sorry isn’t going to call me”

“You’re sulking? Jaem i called you and you didn’t pick up i figured you went to sleep early”

“Well i didn’t”

“Fine.”

You both have your back turned away from each other. This was normal for you two, having a petty fight but make up 5 minutes later.

“Come closer its cold..” you mumble, all the energy completely drained from you.

He lets out sigh before turning around and meeting your face. “You’re taking out their litter tomorrow” he says moments before you sleep. “Oh my god..” you give in at the end.

#jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin scenarios #jaemin fic #jaemin drabbles #nct dream fic #nct dream scenarios #nct dream drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #nct fic #nct fanfic #jaemin fanfic #nct scenarios

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neteyampoundcake · 1 year

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Protective Neteyam Headcannons Part 2

Neteyam x F! Human Reader

summary:more protective neteyam hcs!

authors note: thank y’all sm for the love on part 1 it got over 200 likes! you guys make my heart happy fr🥲

neteyam ALWAYS goes out with you when you wanna walk around the forest. sometimes you get tired of being cooped up in the lab and want to go explore the nature of pandora

whenever you get this urge, your bf has made it CLEAR that you must wait for him bc his doesn’t want anything happening to his baby:(

he tries to make it a priority to visit you every night and ask if you want to go on a walk and explore. no matter how late it gets he will always be there to accompany you on your nightly walks. your teyam doesn’t mind at all so don’t even thing you’re a bother him<3

whenever he goes out to battle with his father, he INSISTSSSS you stay in the lab. he understands that you want to be in his marui waiting for him to get back so you can patch him up but neteyam doesn’t want to put you at risk at all

”but neteyam I want to be here for you and your family for when you return. those humans can be so ruthless whe-

”pretty girl don’t worry your head about it okay? I really don’t want you to get hurt. i promise as soon as i get back i’ll come straight to the lab you can patch me up all you want okay. i’ll come back to you, you know i always do” he smiles and kisses your lips + walks you back to the lab making sure you’re safe(even tucks you into bed)

neteyam makes sure you feel comfortable with his family!!! being one of the few humans his mom warmed up to makes you feel a little nervous from time to time. especially since she wasn’t too fond of you of course

however as time passed you began to have multiple dinners with his family at their home, they cared for you so much and sometimes it could get overwhelming bc you aren’t used to sm love in one sitting

neteyam could sense when you would feel overwhelmed by their love towards you and would bring you out for a moment to check in

”y/n are you feeling alright?” he pulls you to the side out of his family’s view

“i’m okay my love. your family is just so kind to me so all the love becomes a bit overhwhelming”

he hugs you so TIGHTTT and reassures you that your feelings are completely valid. he never wants you to feel like your feelings are stupid no matter what

ah i understand. we can stand out here until you’re ready to go back in okay baby? no rush just let me just hold you until you’re okay”

when you’re on your period he doesn’t let you do ANYTHING AT ALL. ever since norm informed him about what periods are you can’t tell him anything(period eunthuiast neteyam like?)

he gets all the fruits and snacks you could think of. even goes as far to ask norm if he could go into some of the cabinets and find those human snacks you like

you and neteyam are cuddling in bed at the lab when you mention that you wanted some spicy chips. you shifted to get out of bed when he pulled you back to the matress

“y/n you should know that im not letting you out of bed when you’re in this condition” he laughs

”babe the cramps aren’t too bad right now I can go get my snacks”

”nonsense. you stay here while I go retrieve them for you okay” he says as he kisses your forehead, stands up and makes his way to the kitchen where norm has an abundance of snacks

anything you want he brings it to you no hesitation!!! he also provides you best cuddles and kisses during your time of the month 10/10 we love neteyam

part 2 finished!! i hope you guys enjoy this one as much as y’all did part 1. lmk if you guys want a part 3 :)

#avatar fluff #avatar imagines #avatar neteyam #avatar way of water imagines #neteyam fluff #neteyam imagines #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam x human reader #neteyam headcanons #neteyam imagine #neteyam fluff imagines #avatar headcanons #avatar way of water fluff #avatar way of water #avatar writing

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante

Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜

Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)

Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.

Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,

"I sure as hell was. How are you?"

"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.

"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."

"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.

"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."

"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"

"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,

"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"

"I mostly just missed you all day."

"Aww, baby..."

"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."

"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."

"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.

"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.

"Yeah..you?"

"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,

"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."

"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."

"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."

"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."

"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."

"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."

"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."

"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."

"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.

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bomber-grl · 4 months

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A Night To Remember

Pairing(s): Felix Escellun x Gn!Reader (referred to as mc)

Yes I did name it after Laufeys & beabadoobees song | Also I’m aware this is painfully similar to the last chapter but I couldn’t find any better event in the timeline to apply this scenario

It wasn’t a particularly good night, I mean so much chaos had happened.

Not only did Felix not have the ability to do magic anymore, but his father just made it worse.

Luckily he wasn’t as bad but his presence was still insufferable to both you and Felix. Not to mention the obvious disgust Felix would paint on his face whenever he’d see his father, mostly because of how close he was to killing you.

You opened the door to his room with a creak, studying everything you could became a nightly routine. You could tell how exhausted Felix was, especially since it’s barely been 2 days since the events had conspired.

“Hey” you sat down next to Felix, who was slumped down on the ground with his head hung in between his knees.

He grumbled but ultimately lifted his head and let out a sigh,” what is it?”

“Why don’t we stop for today? “ he immediately jolted “-and before you can protest, I’m tired and I’d rather have you there with me..ok?” You knew he’d most likely reject the idea of giving up if you weren’t the reason.

You could tell he was thinking of a smart retort before his shoulders slumped and he just nodded in defeat.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and you hugged Felix in gratitude to his compliance.

You and Felix ended up settled in bed, and although this was initially your idea… it was admittedly kinda awkward since you weren’t exactly sleepy anymore.

Felix’s sudden outburst of laughter brought you out of your thoughts. “What? What are you laughing at?” You said almost pouting.

“No, nothing at all but the fact that you brought me here without any other thought to what we’d do next, it’s almost like… you wanted me for something.” You could sense Felix’s flirty teasing from a mile away and you honestly couldn’t help but indulge.

“Annnnd what if I did? What then?” You leaned in and as fast as Felix’s bold side slept out, it seemed to disappear.

A blush instantly took its spot across his face and now it was your turn to laugh. Despite this fun moment, things returned back to that awkward silence that you hated so much.

And as did that expression on Felix’s face, the expression that told you everything you needed to know. You instantly reached and cradled Felix’s head into your arms. You felt his entire body tense but eventually fill with ease.

“I know it’s difficult for you now that you got stripped of your magic” he let out a laugh and something you only managed to hear because of your close proximity, “yes, I’ve noticed.”

It wasn’t rare for Felix to retort with passive aggressive comments nowadays but it didn’t stop you from feeling just a little bit hurt.

You leaned away from Felix so that you could see his face. Obvious regret on his face and eventually he just sighed and looked at you face on.

“I-I’m sorry, I know Im being difficult even if I don’t mean to” his eyebrows furrowed and he looked anywhere but you.

“im… being a brat” he pauses and almost lets out a bitter laugh “I’d understand if you left with zero interest in me anymore.”

This genuinely shocked you “Felix..” your face obviously portraying how you felt you decided to just give Felix the biggest hug ever, at that he let out a surprised whimper.

His arms reached toward your back and returned the hug, but as soon as you hugged him you put distance to look straight at him.

“Felix, I never will get tired of you, or leave, or just go anywhere else. I mean you practically had one of the things that makes up your identity ripped from you- I…I love you too much to let you go…”

You refused to look at him, I mean you just directly professed your love for him! You could clearly see the shock and flush in Felix’s face in your peripheral vision.

“Mc…” before he buried his head in your chest you could distinctly see his bottom lip wobble, even if just a little.

He hugged you in a way that you couldn’t see his face, just so his lips would hover over your ear.

…

“I love you too”

it was a whisper if anything, and you could hear the wobble in it but you loved it all the same.

It came from Felix after all

You began laughing in giddiness and pulled away to attack Felix’s face with seemingly endless kisses.

“M-mc! What are you doing-mnph-“ you abruptly kissed him on his lips and whether if it was to shut him up or to show him you loved him, he’d never know.

You completely dominated the kiss and when you separated, initially to your dismay, Felix then wrapped his hands around your neck and pulled you down. He kissed your nose, cheek, and forehead and lastly your lips.

His cheeks were ablaze but that didn’t stop his boldness

“I’m glad to have you as my partner, mc” he was obviously beyond coherent and his face was hot to the touch but he was still so sweet.

“Me too Felix, even more so than you” you said without thinking. Felix snorted and in usual fashion retorted “well…. I love you most”.

The rest of the night was spent with you tickling, spilling secrets and just lazily kissing. In the end though, you fell asleep with Felix in your arms and he slept as happily and secure more than he ever has.

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Sorta rushed, pls forgive 😔

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thoughtsforsoob · 2 months

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Hiiii!This is for your event<3

Soobin + Helping Y/N with maths

Ngl,I thought he was genuinely bad at maths until I saw him help Hyuka with his homework.

I hope that you have a wonderful day/night🤍

a/n: I am so genuinely bad at math (aka: I failed math so miserably both time I have taken it here at university and now have to take it again). I hope this is good. inbox is always open for anything !!

math was genuinely testing you this semester and you hated it so much! you would sit there all night, in front of your computer, searching up videos about concepts you were supposed to learn in class. it's not like you weren't going to class either. you just had the worst math professor in existence! they had no idea what they were doing and when it was time to leave class, everyone just looked so dazed and confused because of the 2 hours of confusion they just faced.

tonight was a whole different beast. you were supposed to memorize the unit circle and things were not making any sense to you. math just seem like a bunch of numbers that had rules with a hundred and one different exceptions. how were you supposed to memorize any of this, let alone apply it to the questions on your homework?

it's currently 12 am and there you are, still at your desk, practically pulling all of the hair fro your scalp. soobin was coming home late so you knew you could get away with staying up late like this. he never let you stay up too late to study, arguing that you needed sleep to even get nay work done.

a few minutes after 12 struck, you were too busy to even heard the bedroom door open, revealing a tired looking soobin. he had showered at the dorm before coming to your apartment for the night. he saw you at your desk and sighed, which snapped you out of your studying. you turn to him and gasp, putting your hands over your chest, "soobin! you scared me! what the hell?" you look back at your computer and notebook, "ugh...this is torture!" soobin put down his things in the corner he always left them at and went straight to your side. "math?" he asked, looking at the screen at your scratch paper. you only nod and drop your head into your hands. he rubs your back gently, "here, why don't you let me help? I know it's against my rules to study this late but let's give it a try." you nod up at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

you two had taken this study session to the kitchen, taking a little break to gather some drinks and cook some ramyeon to fuel both your brains for the night ahead. once you both were back at the table, ready to go, soobin too a Quick Look at your assignment. he thought for a second and you both started to get to work. he carefully and thoroughly explained the first problem to you and how he would solve it. he shows you his work and writes down all the steps neatly on a pice of paper. once this problem was solved, he lets you work on the next one, which was much easier because you were able to look at the example problem me made for you and were able to clearly see the steps he took. the smile on your face when you finally understood and got the problem correct was a smile he could never erase from his mind. it made his heart warm.

after your assignment was done and the food and drinks were all gone, it was finally time to get ready for bed. all throughout your skincare routine and brushing your teeth, you thanked soobin for being such. great help. "hey, I thought you said you hated math?" he chuckles, "well, I do but that doesn't mean im not good at it." you sign and rolls your eyes, "we can't all be special like you, big dummy." "hey! I wasn't dumb when I was helping you just a few minutes ago!"

#txt fluff #txt imagines #txt post #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #txt headcanons #tubatu #choi soobin #soobin

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1eoness · 11 months

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Request?

I need Leon starting to date a girl with curly hair and he LOVES her curls and tries to learn how to style them

i'm not sure how you want me to format this im sorry so i'll just write like a list of hcs GRRRRRRR but i love the curly hair stuff HEHHEEHHE

content: fluffy leon kennedy with fem curly-haired! reader

synopsis (?) : leon kennedy has a curly-haired girlfriend :3

-leon's hair has ALWAYS been straight ash so when he saw you and the way you took care of your curl he was like woah :0

-it's like a level of enlightenment to him lol (jk)

-this man will always look at you while he has the chance so you can expect him to pick up on your routines. sometimes he'll be present in the bathroom while you're doing your little hair pampering routine and he's like 'so what's that?' and points at a bottle and u have to explain it to him LMAO

-no matter what the length (hell you could be bald) leon loves your head because 1. it holds your pretty lil face 2. your HAIR

-and idk i just have a general hunch that this man just loves carding his fingers through your hair or your head a lot (as you can notice from my first works lol)

-and leon is MESMERIZED by your curls everytime. whenever leon is standing behind you at a queue or waiting for you to finish doing something, like say putting your makeup on, his hands will absentmindedly bounce on the ends of your curls and just watch them go boioioiioioing

-there was a time when you were at a night bar with leon and some other friends. you guys were sat on stools and your back was turned to him while you were conversing with your friend, and leon just kept bouncing the ends of your curly locks because it's like a satisfying fidget to him.

-he loves the shape, the texture, the way it feels in his fingers (especially when he pulls on it in bed oops im sorry hehe)

-and tbh what can i say? leon likes taking care of you and that can apply to different parts of your everyday life; before you go to sleep he reminds you to take your vitamins, and whenever you come home and he's there he will undo your shoelaces :3. but he will NEVER forget to brush your hair (especially if it's long as hell, he knows ur arms probably get tired brushing through it and applying product through it)

-if you were bashful at first and said it was okay, he insisted with a lighthearted and joking tone. he's like 'i got the strength for this c'mon gimme that brush NEOWWW'

-HE WILL PRINCESS YOU LIKE THIS SASSY PRINCESS OF A MAN WILL PRINCESS U

leon loves to approach his pretty girl while she's perched in front of the mirror. he sees you brushing your wet curly locks and, silently, walks up to you from behind. he's a rather silent man right now while he takes your hairbrush from your hands, your arm slowly stopping its brushing motions as you looked up at his reflection; him being behind you while his eyes are downcast to your locks. "and where's my love going?" he asks with a mild tease. he knows you're going out somewhere because you seem to smile a little more when you're anticipating some plans. you giggled while feeling leon gently brush your hair with tenderness. maybe by narration it sounds obscure, but he adores the back of your hair while you're rambling about your day so far and where you're heading off to next. "so she's a busy girl. hm?" leon grins slightly, eyes locked onto your soft hair while he helps in spreading moisturizing product (rather expensive product that leon willingly paid for u bc, well, he loves you like that) on your hair in moderate amounts, being careful not to accidentally pull your head back or something lol. his fingers tread and work caringly— and he even scratches his fingertips on your scalp lightly and briefly to top it off ♡ he continues the rest of the brief conversation with his thumb gently stroking your wispy baby hairs, and you're just so cute to him he just wants to eat u tbh

-and whether you want him to put some lil bows, ribbons, clips or extensions in it is up to you. you probably have an array of hair accessories and leon memorizes all of them. he knows when one is new and which ones are the ones you've always had in your dresser/vanity.

-speaking of, leon LOVES seeing you accessorize your hair. beads, hairclips, anything that furtherly charms your pretty hair literally makes him melt you have this man in an entirely different state of matter atp he just loves you sm argghh. one time you let him put some little butterfly clips in your hair after teaching him how they're clipped on and you had leon WHIPPED the entire time in front of that vanity ♡

-omfg and leon does this thing where whenever he's hugging or cuddling you from behind, he nuzzles his face in the back of your head and start inhaling your hair like you're some sort of freshly-washed pillow. it tickles a little for you and he can feel your frame repulsing or squirming in his arms but leon doesnt rlly care lol (he's kinda sorry)

-i feel like leon has more of a tendency to ruffle your curly hair if it's short, maybe like above shoulder length or something.

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x you #CURLY HAIR FTW #leon kennedy x reader fluff #leon kennedy x reader

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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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cod dudes with a nurse y/n but make it lowkey realistic: bc lets be real, after a 12 hr shift you do NOT want to hang out with friends, party, or socialize. ur feet hurt from walking and standing all day, your ears are tired from hearing the IV pumps beep all day, and the smell of C.diff makes u want to vomit. nurse y/n just wants to sit down or lay on the couch and be non-verbal... Gaz, price, and rudy are the sweetest. they pick that up real quick after mistakenly asking "hows ur shift" and y/n trauma dumped them for 5 hrs straight. they don't immediately ask for hugs and kisses bc they know u overwhelmed. they just pour u a cup of wine and sit next to you until YOU talk to them first. you lowkey gossip with them on ur day off or randomly be like "omg look at that dude over there next to the parking spot its giving edema". and then theres soap and ghost. Soap is clingy, yall really think hes gonna survive 12hrs of not seeing you? this man was waiting by the door at 7:15 pm. on the dot. wants to hug and kiss you and tell you about his day. but ur just so. fucking. tired. you tried to be as responsive but it always ended up with a tired "mhm". He legit got upset a few times but he'd be a good sport about it tho. eventually he caught on a couple of weeks in and now he just comes and hugs you from behind, kisses ur face, and cuddles you silently (AFTER you throw away ur dirty scrubs and shower. that C.diff smell is yucky yucky). Tells you he appreciates your care and effort for the patients every day :). Ghost.... omgg he said something lowkey offensive to you right after u got home from the worst shift of ur week. and he didnt even know WHAT he said/did, hes kinda bad a picking up ur cues. nurse y/n just turned around slowly, gave him the NASTIEST side eye, and stared at him for a good 2.5 min. This man immediately retreated from ur couch to wherever he was b4 like a hermit going back to its shell lmao. 2 hrs later you find a small written note and ur fave gurl dinner on the dining table.

Alejandro..... this man is SO PROUD of his s/o being a nurse. hes showing you off every chance he gets!!! He takes Nursing week SERIOUSLY. give you massages, spas, gifts, ect. but he doesnt get how tired and overwhelmed you are. you have to physically tell him to stop asking or letting his family asking medical question. "No ale. I will NOT look at auntie's mole on her stomach. when im off the clock im OFF THE CLOCK :("

Valeria threatens to beat up the management for you lol. she hates how you get treated by them sometimes. you didnt get the recognition you deserve. Def bosses her cartel men around to buy you gifts and such. one time she organized a whole day to spoil and pamper you. she gave you her own version of Daisy Award 🥺💞 Konig observes and internally analyzes ur every move. he panics tho. like "OMG she home but she already has a bottle of wine its different from the one she had yesterday.. omg omg she didnt even say hello that means her shifts was extra shitty today.... why is she sipping on the wine for so long and the last sip is longer than all previous sips........" He eventually learned you just need silent company. you were laying on the bed feeling burned out when he came over with some soup, kissed ur hand, and wrapped you in a blanket burrito :).

ah, realistic nurse!y/n. this is a breath of fresh air for me.

they're all trying their best. and honestly, what better pair? they also have an overstimulating, kinda gross (blood and bodily fluids), exhausting career !!

it's a match made in heaven !! (aside from the whole... miscommunication and barely seeing each other thing. but what's a good ship without some gut-wrenching angst?)

#nurse!y/n #nurse!reader #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #141 headcanons #141 #tf 141 #141 task force #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader #141 hcs #cod hcs #cod headcanons #mw2 hcs #mw2 headcanons #los vaqueros #rachel speaks #not writing

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gavi4me · 5 months

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7 minutes in heaven

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Warnings - sexualization of both characters, cursing, bit of angst, (lmk if there are more)

Only song I listened to while writing this 😭

When you finally arrived home, you collapsed onto the couch. Contemplating what had happened the past hour.

First off you went to some party hosted by ansu with zero heads up on who was going to be there. Then you bumped into Pablo and was awkward and non-speaking for the most of the night. On top of that, while playing the stupid “7 minutes in heaven” you got picked to go in together. You had expected to not do anything and for it to be awkward but Pablo, your life long bully and foe had confessed his love to you, saying that all the bullying was just him trying to get rid of his feelings since he knew it was wrong to love you.The cherry on top was all your “friends” walked in and started laughing at the two of you. You were disgusted by everyone who played the stupid game and who attended that party.

Though at the end of the day, you still remained without pleasure or a smile, even though was the whole reason you played the game.

You took a ‘shower’, or rather just standing under the stream for 30 minutes, just..thinking.

The water was turned on high, the little droplets feeling like little knives attacking your skin and burning yourself. But you didn’t care. You wanted to feel each and every droplet touch your skin. The room was like a sauna, or rather a Turkish bath. You took a deep breath before turning the shower off and stepping out in a towelish-robe.

You dried yourself down and collapsed onto the bed. You took a look at your clock. ‘00:03’. You usually went, or at least tried going to bed much earlier than that. Like per say 20:00. It was reasonable for you to be so tired.

The rain started and bounced off of your balcony, creating a sound that brought you back to your childhood. When you were younger, your room had a little balcony, overlooking the Seville streets and when it would rain, it would create the same sound. You had hated it your whole childhood, complaining about it keeping you up, often leading you to sleep in my your parents bedroom. When you turned 12, the rain stopped being an annoyance and rather a soothing device. You gained a fondness of rainy nights and usually fell asleep quicker with it. Now whenever it rains in Barcelona, you get reminded of those days in your childhood.

As you were drifting into a deep sleep, you heard a loud knock at your door. You checked the alarm again. ‘01:56’. You became curious as the knock’s continued as you hadn’t opened the door yet.

Sleepily, you got up and turned on a light in the kitchen so you could see.

More and more knocking followed. A knock every 5 seconds. Jesus, can they have a little patience at 2?

You looked through the little peephole noticing a big black shirt leveled with it.

You creaked the door open a small bit before realizing who it was.

“Pablo?” You asked, still keeping the door crooked a little.

“Let me in.” He said firmly.

“And why shall I?” You argued.

“Because I said so”

“That isn’t a valid reason!”

“Just open the door for me…please?” He asked.

“No!” You said annoyed that he had woken you up for such nonsense. Why couldn’t he just drive home?!

He suddenly shoved the door open, causing you to almost fall but before you could meet the floor, you felt him stabilize you with his arms.

You finally got a good view of the boy. His hair and clothes wet, causing his shirt to stick to his chest and arms, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a movie or rather a fiction. (Oh wait-)

He starred at you with a glimmer in his eyes and asked again. “Can you let me in, Por favor”

“F..fine” you said, coming out his grip and dusting your shirt down with your hands.

“Dios! You made me wet too!”

He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “im not assuming, I know your shirt and shorts are not the only thing wet..” he said before licking your ear and smirking at you before pushing you to the side and kicking off his shoes.

“That’s not true!”

Yes it was.

No matter how much this kid loved you, he’d always be the same old Pablo.

He went straight to the fridge, having not eaten since noon and starving.

“If you told me you had no food, I would’ve ran to the market!” he said while scanning the fridge. “A pretty girl like you should always have plenty of everything..”

“Why are you here?” You asked abruptly, ignoring everything he had just said.

“It’s too late to drive all the way to my place. You were the closet person I knew from the party and I figured you’d be awake.” He said sighing before closing the fridge.

“Well i actually was asleep thank you very much.” You scoffed. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” You said before walking over to him in order to guide the kid to the door.

“It’s far to late to leave. Besides, I’m tired too. Just let me sleep here and all will be good.” He said while crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, making veins poke through and making him look much bigger and intimidating. All of your confidence you had the second before washed off right away. (I fan girl so hard over his quads. Something about fit quads are just so hot to me 😍)

“Like..where though?” You asked puzzled. Your house wasn’t that big. A one bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with a medium sized living room and kitchen.

“We can decide that later..” he slid past you and made his way to your master bathroom, which you hadn’t cleaned up, too tired to care about it. Things like your clothes, feminine products, and stuff were on the floor or messily scattered around the bathroom. You followed behind, wondering why he was going into there.

When Pablo entered the bathroom, he crouched down and picked up the mirco sized underwear you had been wearing.

“If I had known you were wearing this, I would’ve bent you over in that moment..” he said smirking. He put it into his pocket and stood up so he could look at you. The guy might be 5’8, but still you only met his shoulders.

A smirk fought against your lips.

“How do you know I was wearing that for you and not pedri?” You winked.

“I’ll tell you this now. Out of the two of us, I’m longer.” He smirked back.

“Proof?” You smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like that..” he said with a laugh at the end.

You walked over to gavi slowly, giving your lips a little lick while starring deep into his eyes.

You put a hand on his chest and started to grope his pecs, moving your hand down slowly to his abs, feeling around all 6 of them, before moving your hand close to his thigh.

He grabbed your neck into his hand, making you unable to move your heads giving him full access to your lips.

You started at each other unmoving. It seemed like he was waiting for the moment your hand made contact with his now erection.

Before you could make the move to grab it, you heard your phone start to wring

He let go of your throat and you flattened out any crease and fixed your shirt before going to your bedroom to answer it.

“-hello?”

“Y/n? Hello! I hope it isn’t a bad time.” It was pedris brother.

“No, no your fine. What’s wrong?”

“Do you know where pedri is? He hasn’t arrived home and I’m becoming worried. I know you were at the same party as him.”

“Oh-uh I don’t know. I left early. Sorry. But ansu might be a good option to ask.”

“Okay thanks. Have a goodnight.”

“Bye..” you hung up and turned to the boy in your bathroom.

“Who was it?” Pablo asked.

“Pedris brother”

“What does he want?”

“Pedri didn’t come home I guess and he was wondering if I knew where he went.”

“Hmm…”

You both didn’t say anything after that, keeping eye contact, observing each others facial features.

Suddenly, Pablo stripped his shirt and turned to face the shower.

“W..what are you doing-?” You asked, trying to sound as confident as you could, but it was no use.

“I’m gonna take a shower..so leave. Unless you want to watch the show th-”

“IM GOOD” you held your hands up in a way to block your eyes as you turned away. You left and shut the door loudly, hopeful you didn’t wake up the neighbors.

“Hmm and is that the y/n from a minute ago speaking?” He called out.

“Sensible y/n!” You yelled back.

You heard a little laugh come from the bathroom and a minute later the shower start to run.

You started to feel anxious and nervous at the thought of it. Pablo. Your life long enemy, or lover or whatever you want to call it was just a wall away naked, in your house, likely using your products. You sat on your bed, waiting for the white, steel doors too open.

At las, you heard the shower turn off and became red.

Five minutes later, of what you assumed drying his body down, the boy finally came out. The towel rested low on his hips. His v line leading to whatever was under the towel. His happy trail, which would always catch your eye in full display. Finally, your eyes made contact with the thing poking through the towel. It wasn’t much. Just a bump resting against it.

“My eyes are up here bebé..” he smirked as he noticed your eyes were exploring all of his lower half.

You quickly moved your eyes back up before standing up. “Well you need to change so I should probably get out of here..” you awkwardly laughed. Without another word you ran out and fell on top of your couch.

A minute later, he came out in the same clothes that he was wearing previously. (Disgusting 🤮)

“As I told you, I want to sleep now. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch. It is far to uncomfortable. Just..sleep on the floor in my room,” you mumbled. “I’ll get you a few blankets and pillows, just don’t get too settled in. Your leaving right as we wake up tomorrow morning” you continued.

“Oh I can tell you right now, I will not be getting comfy.” He said sarcastically. (That boy def is sassy)

“Oh really, I’ve been told that I’ve had some really comfortable floors, thank you very much!” You argued back.

“Yeah yeah okay and are those all men that apparently on their knees for you?”

“Yes actually! “All those men” happen to include you big boy. Just proving my point.” You tsked and walked away.

You did as you said, going into your linen closet and taking a couple of your blankets and pillows out, making sure it would be some what comfy for the boy.

“I need to change now too by the way,” you said while feeling the wet parts of your shirt. “You made me all wet..”

Pablo smirked at you.

“Not like that you weirdo!” You threw a pillow at him before heading off into your closet and laying your new pair of pajamas onto the bed. Pablo was leaning up against the door frame, as if was waiting for something.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“I’m waiting for you to change..”

“Yeah..but can you leave?” You asked firmly, though you knew deep down inside you wanted all but that. You wanted him to see you in your most vulnerable. Naked, or very minimal clothed and have him push you against a wall and fuck you like the good girl you were until your legs fully gave out and he’d have to hold you while he mercilessly thrusted in and out and out of you, making your brain go blank and unable to control the loud strings of moans escaping your mouth. You wanted that.

“I was thinking maybe..I could help you change….” He said while walking towards you.

“Yeah wouldn’t you like that.” You laughed before his also smiling lips met with yours.

You both took deep breaths at the touch of each others lips, you both seeming anxious.

The kiss was messy and needy - him deepening the kiss quite quickly. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, followed by his tongue being added into the mix, allowing you to suck on it. Pablo let out a few groans in between kisses as you began pulling on his hair.

“Funny how not even 6 hours ago you didn’t even want me to be around you..” he mumbled between licks and bites and kisses.

You didn’t respond. It was all so embarrassing, but you didn’t care in the moment. The only you wanted was for Pablo to do as he had said. ‘Help you change’

A/n

Okay! I wanted to post before thanksgiving for Americans but I knew I wouldn’t finish the smut part in time so I have like half of part 3 written down, it’s just a matter of when I decide to finish and post, likely this weekend. Sorry about the cliffhanger! Thank Joaooofelizx11

#gavi #smut #gavi smut #light angst #pablo gavi #joaooofelizx11 #gavi imagine #fanfic #gavi fic #Spotify #fluff #gavi fluff #spicy content

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hello how are you? I'm going to request an imagine from Morpheus interested in Lucifer's twin sister, in the imagine Morpheus will get the bag of sand that was with Johanna and the reader was with her since they are very good friends, and the reader offers to go with Morpheus to the hell with him, he accepts since he wants to spend more time with her, reader being lucifer's twin having the title of star of the night she and lucifer have the same powers because they are twins she is still in heaven being an archangel when lucifer went to hell she keeps visiting him, reader and lucifer have a great relationship

Harbinger Of The Dusk

Dream of the Endless x Angel!Reader

Summary: After a century of being apart from your love, you meet again with the help of Constantine and accompany him to retrieve his lost item from your twin's domain.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: fem!reader, simp!dream, beloved!lucifer, some hurt/comfort, typos, etc.

Part 2 kinda "Holy"

A/N: the rest of your asks is below the cut! Yes hello nonnie. Its been ages HAHAH but i am well. As well as someone doing their finals is HAHAHHA. Tbh i remember i was really excited when i got this ask cos its so fresh and i love Gwendoline christie sm that i began writing it straight away but then it died 💀 BUT THEN i read the sandman comics in our school library and felt a really strong desire to write for dream and include hell somehow THEN I REMEMBERED THIS REQ and fell in love with your idea all over again so im using your req to scratch both our itches <3 <3 although I will say since then, my image of the ruler of hell has changed dramatically after reading the comics. by the time i wrote in lulu, it was comic!lucifer in my head and not gwen. still referred to lightbringer with fem pronouns <3 cos why not. this was a treat to write in all honesty, so i hope you like this nonnie <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Dream was tired, fatigued, completely and wholly exhausted. He barely made it back to the Dreaming, only to see it in rubble and ruins. At this point, he was, too, falling apart.

But then Lucienne appeared, Lucienne appeared and reached out to him and then suddenly, he couldn't fall apart; he wouldn't.

He knew what he had to do, what he had to do for himself, for Lucienne, for the Dreaming.

And so he spoke to the Fates, and now here he was, with this occultist detective, Johanna Constantine, who had woken up from a bad dream.

She shoots awake, clutching her chest. She pushes back into her bed when he catches Dream's nearing figure, "Constantine."

"Stay back! I'm warning you!" she shouts, pointing a finger.

Dream, although unappreciative of her authoritative words, allows her the courtesy of catching her breath and wits, as she was still reeling from her nightmare.

"I am Lord Morpheus, Shaper of Forms, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Prince of Stories, Dream of the Endless."

Johanna makes a face as she heaves. She relaxes suddenly, as if deciding he was no longer a threat to him, though he broke into her apartment, "wait, Dream of the Endless? That's you?"

"Indeed."

She huffs, leaning against her pillow, "huh, how'd you get out?"

Dream stiffens. Johanna awaits his response. She does not get one.

She decides to ask another question, "does this mean I'll be sleeping better now?"

Dream does not reply this time either, but Johanna does; she responds to herself, "well of course not, Johanna, people like you don't sleep well."

Finally, Dream speaks, "how do you know of this?"

Johanna turns to Dream. She raises a brow, "about me not sleeping well? Well, duh, it's me that-"

"About my imprisonment?" Dream cuts her off coldly.

Johanna clamps her lips together upon hearing this. She watches him for a moment. She sniffles and crosses her arms, "her."

"... her?" Dream slowly repeats.

She nods, "her."

When the woman does not clarify or continue, he begins to feel his patience thin and his anger flare. The room begins to darken, his form begins to grow. He was in no mood for cryptic responses.

Johanna had not yet caught on to this, which was why she frivolously thought of adding, "the star of the night."

Dream quickly snaps out of his trance.

Johanna turns to her bed then back to him. She watches as Dream reacts to her words. He looks like he was kicked in the gut. He looks winded. She carefully says, "isn't she your girlfriend?" She narrows her eyes and pushes her blankets off her, "she doesn't get personal, rarely talks about herself in the name of selflessness, but she loves to talk about whom she loved and I can tell-"

"How do you know her?" Dream quips.

Johanna makes a face before she gets off her bed, "she's an angel, I'm an exorcist. It makes sense, no?"

"Where?"

"Where?" Johanna repeats, shaking her head, "where what?"

"Where do you meet her?"

She furrows her brows, "why d'you a-- you want me to take you to-"

"Yes. Take me to her," he quickly responds, "but first, you must help me retrieve something."

After the Endless and the exorcist retrieve the something, that was a bag of sand, Johanna drives them to a home for the aged. It was called Dusk Haven. Immediately, Dream knows this is the right place. He hastily exits the car and stares at the building, wanting nothing more to run inside and look for the angel, but is seemingly unable to move from where he stood.

Johanna steps out of her car and walks over to the Dream King, cocking her head to the side, "come on then."

For a moment, Dream watches before following after her.

I stop what I am doing when I feel a familiar presence near me.

I hear my name get called out and I turn to Margaret, the old lady I had been conversing with, offering her a smile and quick regard as I tell her I must do something.

"Alright, but don't be too long, pretty girl."

I nod, "I will do my best, my dear."

I before I get out of the hallway, I open the door and find Johanna passing by. She turns and blinks, lips parting at the sight of me, cheeks tinting red. I smile, "Constantine."

She stares. I hear her breath hitch. She clears her throat, "Angel."

"My love."

My stomach drops.

I turn and see the face of Dreams. My lips part. I whisper, "my love."

I walk over to him and seal him into a tight hug, feeling my eyes water and my throat and chest constrict in grief and longing, "my dream."

"My angel," he mutters against me, sealing his arms around my form. Dream crumbles into me. I feel him crumble against my form. I feel him release a tight tension in his spine. I feel him relax and find refuse in him. My body calls out to him. I missed him so.

Johanna watches then huffs, "I reckon my work here is done."

Dream's eyes dart to her and he nods once, "yes, thank you, Constantine."

I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into his neck.

She nods, "see ya, Sandman," then walks off.

A few elderly fellows pass us in the hall as we continue to find solace in each other's arms.

"How lovely."

"Get a room!"

"Oh I remember when Gertrude and I-"

"I'm walkin' 'ere."

"Such a stunning girl with such a strange, scrawny boy."

I pull away and take his face in my palms. I trace his cheeks with my thumbs and brush his dark hair out of his face. I inspect every inch of him. He was whole, but he was also not. His face, normally, was angular and bony, but never like this, never.

Dream looks upon me with his hands resting my waist. He allows me to touch him as I please, and while I knew I was always special in this, I knew that he was never too keen on any bold form of affection, as it was not his nature.

"I was forbidden to interfere," I mutter lowly as my hands roam him. I avoid his gaze.

He rubs my back, "I know," he pulls me close, "I know this," he sighs, "I do not fault you for not coming to me."

I look back at him with sorrow, "you must have been greatly distressed," I frown, taking in his sullen form and tired eyes. I have not seen him in such a state. He has taken many forms throughout his life, and though most of them were slender and lean, never did he look so thin or hollow the way he did now.

I blink away my tears, "there has not been a day that I did not want to go to you, Dream."

He places his hands atop mine and leans into my touch, "and there has not been a day I did not want to see you," he leans in and kisses me. I immediately reel him and and deepen our exchange. As our lips and tongue dance together, he briskly pulls away to speak, "to have you touch me lik-"

"GET A ROOM!"

"CALLAGHAN, YOU PUT A SOCK IN IT!"

I pull away from him and turn to the arguing seniors in the hall. I look back at Dream, who leans back into me and clutches my body close. I sigh ands him and lead him down the hall, "perhaps we should get a room, my love."

Dream looks at our joined hands as we exit the home for the aged. He thinks there is a great comfort in knowing that the angel before him is just as honeyed and tender as before, that she lives her life in servitude to others still, that after a century, there is a constant that is the she, the North Star of Dreams.

But he remembers he did not have time for tender honey, though he missed the taste so badly. No time, not at present, "my love."

I stop in my tracks when we get outside and turn to him.

"I do not wish to be parted from you," he starts, stepping close to me, caressing my cheek, "but there are things I must first do."

I knit my brows before I nod, "of course, Dream," I shake my head, "I know you value your duty most of all," I place a hand on his cheek, "and I shall do them with you."

Dream stills as I rub his cheeks. I look at him through my lashes, "I, too, do not wish to be parted from you. I beg that you do not tell me you came only to see me and leave."

He lets out a breath and leans his forehead onto mine. He closes his eyes when I move to kiss him. One I pull away, he speaks out my name. He speaks it with so much reverence I feel my wings flutter from behind its glamour of invisibility.

"I do not mean to deny either of us of each other's company, but you see, my helm has been bartered off to a demon," he pulls away and takes my hand, "I must go to retrieve it in hell, and taking you may cause you quarrel with your blood that I do not wish to happen."

"Oh," I mutter softly, "one of dearest Lucifer's acolytes has your artifact?"

He nods, "it remains to be seen."

"Then do not fear. I shall accompany you to my half's domain."

A line forms between his brows.

I chuckle softly and smoothen the crease on his forehead, "do not trouble yourself with useless worrries, my Dream. You could not cause strife between us that is not already there."

I grab his hand and breath in deeply, allowing myself to take on my truer form. I pull him up as I stretch my dark wings out and begin to rise from the ground, "my sibling is capable of only bearing one grudge against me."

Dream holds onto me as we rise up into the sky. He utters, "not joining her uprising."

"Yes," I clutch him tightly against me, "I am certain though Lightbringer will be most pleased to see me."

And so when we get to hell, Dream and I stand before the gates, awaiting for the keeper to come. Once the wretched thing appears, Squatterbloat, I speak to the demon guard and announce ourselves, "I am the Nightstar, Harbinger of the Dusk, Star of the Night, Bringer of Darkness. With me is Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, Shaper of Forms, Prince of Stories. We have come to speak with the my blood half, Morningstar, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell."

For a moment, I see the demon is too stunned by my appearance and glory to speak. He begins to chant, "holy, holy-"

"Open the gates, Squatterbloat."

He looks upon me then grins, "an angel of the most high, in hell?" he laughs, "you have fallen to the depths to join our ruler."

I narrow my eyes at him, "do I look felled to you?"

"Your feet touch upon the ground," Squatterbloat says, looking down to my shos.

"What do you know? I live amongst the people, and I am not yet in hell."

"Oh, your glory excites me-"

"Chose your words wisely, or I shall smite you."

He tries to reach out to my form, "oh, holy," his paw raises, "I shall love to defile yo-"

"You will regret attempts," Dream quips with a look of disdain.

I blind him with darkness. The demon yelps.

I rise from the ground look down at the him, "you will find that I will not be ridiculed by a lowly imp."

I watch as Squatterbloat withers away, writhing in pain and confusion. I blink at thw pathetic display then turn to Dream, reaching out to him. He takes my hand and I decide to fly us over the gates instead.

"Is this proper, my love?" Dream mutters as we soar over the damned who wail and lift up their hands, calling out to me for deliverance.

I make an annoyed sound, "I will soon destroy the abominations here if we interact with them any more. The ruler of hell would surely appreciate that less."

Dream does not argue, "very well, my love."

When we descend into the heart of hell. I release Dream and prop him down on his feet, but I, myself, do not touch my feet upon the stone. I would both be desecrating myself and my beloved's domain by doing do.

"Lightbringer," Dream calls out, "Morningstar! I call upon you."

There is a crash.

"WHO IS THERE? WHO INSULTS ME BY ENTERING MY DWELLING WITHOUT-" the ruler of hell stops when she gazes upon me. The Fallen blinks, "ah," she releases a breath and smiles, raising her arms out to me, "sister."

I smile back, "my half."

I soar over to Lucifer, placing my hands upon her face. We kiss and I take in her appearance. She looks well. "It is wonderful to see you, beloved"

She nods, "it is wonderful to see you."

There is a groan from the side.

Mazikeen looks up at me and gawks at my form. I turn to her and her half-rotten from, and smile, "greetings, Mazikeen."

She mumbles a garbled greeting in response, eyes wide in wonder of my figure and cloak of holy darkness.

Lucifer turns to Dream, "why have you brought an Endless with you, beloved?"

I turn to Lucifer then to Dream, "there is something that he wishes to retrieve from a demon."

Lucifer crosses her arms and tilts her head, "ah, I see. The Endless has been bested by one of my children."

"I am not bested, Morningstar," Dream speaks, "I was imprisoned for a century and with that time, my helm was taken and traded to a demon."

My twin purses her lips, "I see," she waves a hand, "do not dawdle then, Dream of the Endless, speak the name of the demon and I shall call upon them."

Lucifer and I look at him.

Mazikeen hisses when her hand burns when she tries to touch me.

We turn to her.

"Mazikeen!" Lucifer scolds.

Mazikeen apologizes, pulling back. I look at her as she clutches her rotting arm that was now further mangled.

"I do not know the name of the demon," Dream replies.

"I see," Lucifer repeats, "then we shall call upon them all."

The demons, djinns, damned, and all clamor at the foot of the stronghold. Dream and I walk to the edge, looking out the opening, beholding the view before us. I look out to them as they see my form and praise and curse me all at once. I feel revulsion, a thick bile rise up my throat. I spit it out my side.

Lucifer walks next to me, laughing lowly, "you insult me, my blood."

I turn to her and offer a half-sympathetic look, "it is my nature. Do not be insulted."

Dream looks upon the pit and tries to make out one who has his helm. He listens to them and their dreams. He cannot isolate the cries. He pulls out his bag of sand and scoops a clump, breathing out to it, causing it to flurry over the entities. It then summons the demon that has his artifact.

With a whiff of sand, the demon is brought before us.

"Choronzon," my twin and I speak at the same time.

"My Lord," he bows to my twin. When he turns to me, he falls onto his hands and knees, "my- my-" he starts and tries to lift his eyes, but he cannot look upon my form. Choronzon turns away and shields himself, "I- how may I serve?"

Lucifer watches as Choronzon retreats me. Once he is far and look back at her, she points, "the Dream King wishes to retrieve something from you."

"Greetings, Choronzon," Dream addresses.

Choronzon, now turned away from me, regains composure, "Dream King." He grins.

"I have come to retrieve the helm that was stolen from me."

He grins even wider, sharp teeth laced with malevolence, "stolen? Me?" he places a hand on his chest, "you flatter me too greatly."

"I do not speak to flatter you," Dream retorts.

Choronzon laughs and licks his hand, wiping the side of his head. He basks in self-indulgence.

"Well, have you the helm, demon?" I call, narrowing my eyes upon his disgusting form.

He cannot bare to look at me but he replies, "I don't know of a helm."

"You cannot deceive us," my twin and I speak in unison once again.

Choronzon turns to his master, evading me, "right. My liege, the helm is in my clutch after I traded with something. It is mine. I have broken no laws of hell in gaining it," he turns to Dream, "it's mine."

"Very well," Lucifer says, turning to the Endless as well, "what say you, Dream? I shall not assert myself to a child that has kept my laws."

Choronzon is smug. Dream tilts his head at the demon, "it is not yours to keep, just as it was not something to have been traded for."

Choronzon shrugs then smiles, "then you challenge me?"

I scoff.

Lucifer's lips curl.

Mazikeen watches.

Dream scowls. He thinks about his condition, and how he was not yet strong enough to fight. I watch him, feeling the agitation rise around him. We all can sense it. I knit my brows when he finishes debating and states, "very well."

Choronzon beams.

"No," clatters a sword, "I disagree, demon," I announce, pointing my blade upon his neck. I take my full angel form, stretching my wings. It glitters with darkness as I hover above the creature.

Choronzon shrieks and topples back, the mere presence of my weapon overpowering him already.

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls as he shields himself from me, turning to my sibling for aid.

I press nearer with a look of fury.

Lucifer looks upon her demon and his pathetic form on the ground and watches him shrivel. She crosses her arms while doing so.

"You will soon perish if you do not release what you hoard, Choronzon," my voice echoes and my eyes blaze with darkness, "I will smite you that none of your vileness shall remain, as though it never was. Is that what you wish, deceitful creature?"

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls, screwing his eyes shut until he is at the edge of the room.

Dream gazes at the demon curling up in terror.

The miscreant calls out master again.

"She asks you a question, dear Choronzon," Lucifer says, "do you wish to see the power of the one favored by most high?"

"NO!"

Lucifer raises her hands and shrugs, "then you know what you must do."

Choronzon immediately brings out the helm and throws it away with desperation, "MERCY!"

I pull back and mellow my form, allowing my weapon to dissipate into the air, "this is not mercy, demon."

Lucifer nears Choronzon as he shivers. He reaches out to her garments and cries out, "master-"

"I am sorely displeased with you," she says, looking out to her people, "where are the twins Agony and Ecstasy? Take him away."

Choronzon screeches as he is taken away. He begs all the way down.

Dream picks up his artifact and finds himself sighing in relief.

Lucifer turns from Choronzon with a blank expression, watching as he is dragged away in chains, to me, lips turning into a frown, "that was hardly fair, my half."

I turn to her and shake my head, "I am incapable of hardly fair, beloved. You know this."

"I know this," Lucifer sighs. She looks to Dream as he puts his helm on, "and you. You use my beloved as leverage to beseech me. You have acted most wrongly."

"I did not wish to bring her with me, but you will find that she insisted," Dream says, reaching out to me. I move towards him and take his had.

"Thank you, Lightbringer," Dream nods in regard.

Lucifer scoffs, "thank me?" She laughs, "so you have your helm. Tell me, then, why I should not keep you here?"

I furrow my brows at her look of anger, "my half-"

Lucifer raises a finger. I hold my tongue.

Dream looks upon at her as she walks over with a grimace.

I watch as she stares him down.

"Well?" she imposes, "can you not think of one good reason for me to release you? Or will you use my half as leverage again?"

"An Endless has no place in hell."

Lucifer's lips curl, "and yet you see, you have no power here. It is not by your own power that you have come, and I will not allow you insult me further by using my sister as your chaperon."

I look at Dream, tightening my grip upon him, wanting nothing more than to speak on his behalf in this moment.

He is silent for a long moment

She grins, pleased with herself for besting Dream of the Endless.

Seeing her like this makes my stomach roll. My heart aches at sight of her unquenchable thirst for power. I begin to recall her fall I feel my eyes water at her self-importance. She wounds me deeply

Lucifer catches my express but offers me no pity nor remorse. Instead she raises her nose with arrogance and asserts, "you shall not take him out, beloved. I will hound him, if you do."

"But he is set to rebuild his own domain," I mutter through tears, "you will not keep him here, devil."

"Then he shall give me reason not to, angel."

Dream turns to me and wipes away my tears, "reason?" he starts, "power? You say I have no power here, but tell me," he turns to Lucifer, "what then would be hell without its dreams?"

My half throws her head back and laughs, "hell has no need for dreams, Dream King."

"No?" Dream pulls me towards him, "so I ask," he turns to the legion of damned, "what would hell be if it could not dream of heaven?"

I lift up my eyes to Dream.

Lucifer stills.

I look at my beloved lover then my beloved sibling. I wipe tears.

I feel a fury bubble from within my half. It tears at me. It makes my face harden. It guts me.

It was plain to see that Dream had given reason.

"Come, my love," Dream mutters softly, leading me off as he began go walk away, "let us leave this place."

I nod and allow Dream reel me away like a ballon. I give ruler of hell one last look, "farewell, beloved."

Lucifer glares then turns away.

Dream and I navigate hell as he walks and I float. The damned part for us to give us clear passage.

Lucifer watches, looking down upon her domain, tears streaking down her face, "one day, we shall destroy you."

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #the sandman x reader #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader

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ilovepaigebueckerss · 14 hours

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the other woman.

pairings: p.b x fem!reader!

warning: cheating

summary: who knew joining a live could possibly ruin everything for you?

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the sound of your laughter fills your empty apartment. “the nerveee that girl had.” your best-friend Emmy says laughing with you. normally around this time you would be fast asleep, cuddling with your girlfriend Paige. but she was out at a party or something with her uconn teammates. you couldn’t even keep up with her whereabouts anymore.

as you continue to talk to Emmy you get an instagram notification. ‘Ice Brady is now live!” you decide to click on the live wondering what they are doing. Ice is just talking to the chat about their recent win and what shes gonna do after the season. after a couple minutes you decide the live is pretty boring and you’re just gonna go to bed. right before you click on the little ‘X’ in the corner of your screen ice flips the camera showing a curly hair girl and a familiar blonde kissing. your heart sinks to your stomach as you realize its your blonde.

“Emmy im going to sleep”

“alright, goodnight girl!!”

you hang up with out even responding. your eyes start to fill with tears as you process what you just saw.

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“im homeeeee” your girlfriend announces a couple hours after the whole live incident. you quickly wipe your tears hoping she doesn’t notice you’ve been crying. “I’m in here” you say trying you best to sound happy shes home. you then hear footsteps and a familiar voice that isn’t Paige’s. Azzi Fudds voice.

your girlfriend stumbles in the room, clearly very drunk and tired. “hi Azzi” you say coldly, you tried to sound happy but it was hard. “I’ve got her from here, thanks for taking her home.” “of course! goodnight!” she says smiling. her smile is perfect, her teeth are perfectly straight and white. her body is amazing, and her hair is beautiful. you cant help but compare yourself to her.

“I’m hungry” a very drunk Paige says, snapping you out of your thoughts. “okay baby, I’m gonna go make you some food, you go take a shower.” even after what Paige did you cant seem to hate her. maybe its her perfect smile, her piercing blue eyes, or the fact that she was the first person to show you what real love actually is.

you set out a random gray tank and some boxers for her to put on when shes done with her shower.

“hi pretty girl”

she walks behind you, placing her hands on your waist and kissing your neck. she still gives you the same sense of comfort even though you know those same hands were on someone else.

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the sun shines on your face, waking you up. you look down and see your gf sleeping in the crook of your neck. her small breaths tickling your neck. her legs tangled in yours.

‘im really gonna miss this.’

you cant help but know this is the end of your 2 year relationship with the girl of your dreams.

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authors note: HEY YALL. I wasn’t expecting people to actually see the other one I made but yall did so. I decided to rewrite it cause it was lowkey so terrible. but enjoy this and I will be writing a pt. 2 whenever I feel like writing again.

#paige bueckers #paige x azzi #paige buckets #light angst #uconn wbb #wbb #ncaa women’s basketball #my fic

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janisbuggybones · 10 months

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I'm gonna try out actually writing.

An Introduction to Janis

Cw: yandere, kinda messed up, s/h, religious imagery (kinda?), stalking, mind fuckery, gn!reader, trans girl yandere, drugging mentions. Idrk?

You don't know where she came from. Her red velvet eyes glowed against her ghostly appearance as she seemed to stare you down wherever you went. Her soft cold fingers always drifting over your body and pulling you out of your slumber in the middle of the night, leaving you drenched in sweat as if you saw a ghost. Maybe you did, there wasn't much making her look human after all, her freakishly tall stature didn't help her look human in the slightest, that pale ghost like skin that held against her bones ever so deliciously only made her look too gorgeous to be real, and those soulless eyes that bore into your very soul-

"Dear, are you okay?" She asked softly as she shook your shoulder gently, bringing you out of your thoughts. Here she was. Her red eyes glowed against the darkness of your room at the time. Her skin seemed to glow with what little light had been allowed. Your breath caught in your throat and your skin went clammy.

"S-stop" was the only word you could mutter in your terrified state. Her eyes went wide, scarily so. Eyes shouldn't go that wide....human eyes don't work like that.

"Darling?" She said confused, her innocent and delicate voice piercings through the agonizing static of your ears. "What do you mean?" She said softly as she put her hand on your face. Cold...freezing cold...it isn't like she's a ghost after all, with a ghost there's nothing to feel. She was real. The scars on her arms were real. The deep ribbons of red that decorated her pale ghostly arms were real. The blood that dripped onto your white sleep shirt was real. She was in here with you. She was in your bed. She had her hands on you. Her bloody, massacred excuses for limbs were touching your petrified face.

You come to your senses and slap her hand away. "G-get out! I'm tired of being terrorized by you!" You tear up in fear as you push her out of your bed. Your blood is pumping and heart beating erratically. Your senses are on fire as you look down to her. Her head was down, letting you see her straight perfect white locks only. That hair isn't normal, no human can grow their hair out like that, can they? I mean she's nearly 2 meters tall and her hair goes down to her ankles.

The room is left in a chilling silence as she looked up to you with a plain expression. No smile, no frown, no tears, not even the glow to her eyes she once had.

"D-darling?" She said confused like she had never been through this before. The pushing, the outburst of emotions that built up over time. Had she forgotten? Her eyes looked up for some kind of explanation to what happened, why in the world were you acting like this? Her dull voids of nothingness and dark red looked upon your face for an answer, finding none as you looked down at her crying.

You were sick of this, all this....all this....what? You looked down at her. Her hurt expression now becoming clear to you as you quickly get down to her and hug her tightly. Her frozen skin bringing a comfort to you as you cry into the crook of her neck.

"I-im sorry....i-im so sorry" you cried as she sat there nearly lifeless. Her body felt colder as you grabbed at her harder, feeling an everpresent melancholy as you begged for forgiveness at her hand.

She looked down at you with tears bubbling at her once pristine white lashes, now beginning to decay or so it seemed. "Darling....y-youre just so confusing" she sniffled confused as she brought her pristine white hands up to the back of your head to cradle you gently against her.

Then the faulty night light you had plugged in the day before finally cut on, leaving you alone. You hugged a corpse, she wasn't the same girl as the pale white girl you had come to love. No, she was someone you thought could replace her. She was a random girl picked up off the street in hopes of satiating your ever-present need for the pale white girl. Her suffocating love, her cold lifeless hands, her glowing terifying eyes, her deep bright red scars, her nails sharp as knives, you missed it all. You thought you could satiate your need with this fake but you were sorely mistaken.

She wasn't as tall, or as pretty, or as gentle, or as loving as her. She wasn't as pale, you bleached her skin to achieve that look to hold up your delusions. You made her wear wigs and contacts and even take vocal training to sound like her, but it was all for naught. She was a disgusting fake, a gross imitation of your goddess you had previously taken for granted.

You took her obsessive love for you for granted, her omniscient place in your life for granted. She kidnapped you, sure, but she had only shown you nothing but love. She kept you fed, clothed, cleaned, and even helped you to find hobbies to do with her.......until the day you escaped. The day you left your shared beautiful lake side house and ran until you made it back to civilization. You cried for help, pleaded to be saved from the maniac in the woods, just to find out she was never there. That house had been abandoned, having no one live there for the past 200 years appearantly and you? No one believed the ravings of someone gone out of their mind. Someone disheveled and looking drugged beyond human capabilities. But you never had any drugs? She never gave you any, apart from normal vitamins for your health that you willingly took after a while. Nothing changed after that though?

You cried, being brought back to the present. The corpse you held brought you to the brink of insanity. You needed her, she was the only person in the world that brought you the feeling of sanity. You shakily stood and began the disposal of the body as you made a plan. You would go back there. To that beautiful house with a scenic lake all hidden in thick pine trees. It was burnt into your memory, so it wouldn't be a challenge to find it.

You bagged up the body, a nice offering for her perhaps? Would she even accept you after all this? Was a gift enough? Maybe you should give her you? Then she'd love you again like before.

Despite the coldness of the winter night, you made your way out to your car. Snow piled against the top and sides, you never were one to drive much, lest you be led back to that hellhole of a place you're currently planning to go to. You put the body in the trunk with a sigh before shutting it and getting in the driver's seat. The leather sitting against your skin reminds you of her hands. You aren't wearing much, just a night shirt and short shorts. They leave so much room to feel her against your skin, making your skin crawl with discomfort. You start the car, but don't turn on the heater. You like the feeling of her touching you again. With her touches always came kisses and your favorite movies and snacks.

You sighed shakily before starting your drive on the lone roads towards hell. You swear you saw her as you drove, standing against the white snowed over trees. She barely stood out, but you knew she was there, watching you just as she had been before.

You eventually got there, after days of driving and driving. Sleep evaded you as you stayed on the road, desperate to see your goddess again. As you drove past the dead end signs you were finally brought a slight ease, she wasn't too far away. You parked and grabbed the bag with the body in it before beginning your trek to the hell of a house you left.

Your body ached in coldness as the little clothes you wore did nothing to help you, but you were too far gone to care. All you wanted was her to hold you again. You eventually came upon her house. The forest was pitch black, save for the lights emanating from her big lake house. It was the essence of modern vacation home that costed an arm and a leg. On the porch she sat, sipping a cup of steaming tea as she looked at the gracious snowfall within the range of light surrounding her house in the middle of the night.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you realize it's finally her. You're here with her again. Painful numbness spreads across your legs as you run to her ecstatically. "H-hey I'm back!" You find yourself finally saying as you look up to her from the steps. The body in the bag put in front of you as an offering, to your one and only goddess.

She looked down to you with the softest smile, she always had that smile with you. "Darling, you shouldn't have" she finally says after leaving you with an agonizing bated breath.

"D-do you accept it?" You ask with hope and optimism in your eyes as you dare to step forward.

"Of course dear! Take it to your old room and I'll get you warmed up" she smiled with soft pleasure as she encouraged you to take the body to the basement.

You obey, like a little dog, happy as you obey your goddess.

As you left, she let out the smallest giggle. It was all in her plan after all, to make you love her. It didn't matter it took so long, you're here now, and you love her. She sighed in happy content, a sip of her tea making her cheeks go rosy.

Janis Foster loved you oh so dearly, after all. She missed you oh so much, darling.

#yandere #yanderecore #irl yandere #yandere oc #ocs #original character #Janis Foster #tw yandere #yandere girl #girl yandere #trans yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere wlw #yandere gn #gn yandere

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whoreanghae · 2 years

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snowstorm ; chwe hansol

genre - friends to lovers, stuck together, theres only one bed trope (if u squint)

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disclaimers - lowercase was on purpose, fic under the cut ofc!

a/n - another friends to lovers sorry i just will forever love this trope so much, also the fts highlight medley is SOOOO good shadow is my song i think. i just finished this and its currently 5am so i apologize for any issues <3<3<3 enjoy

as draining as it was, you always found each day filled with classes to be somewhat rewarding at the end of the day, even if said reward was knowing it was your last class before the weekend. as you unlocked the door to your apartment, all you could think of was spending the next two days ignoring the pile of homework and assignments you have to work on. you made a beeline straight for your sofa as you toss your bag onto your kitchen table. you relax for 30 seconds, eyes closed, soaking in the artificial light from the lamp plugged in next to you. that is, until the trill of your phone ringing snaps you out of your trance. you pick it up, not bothering to open your eyes.

“hey,” you said, sounding more tired than expected. the voice on the other side sounded slightly more awake than you did. “are you done with your last class? if so what are you doing right now?” all the questions were enough to wake you up from your daze.

“i just walked in the door like 2 minutes ago, and i am actually free!” it was rare that yours and vernon’s schedules matched up. between his promotions and practicing, and your university lectures and assignments, it was proven difficult to find time to spend with eachother. thats why whenever possible, you would both be open to doing the most mundane of things together. whether it be running errands or just watching some random netflix show and eating popcorn. you both found comfort in the relaxed nature of it all. it was very you.

“wanna go get coffee?” he said, already expecting a yes. and of course, he got the answer he expected. “of course i do, and im buying this time! you paid for mine last time, now its my turn.” your smile could be heard through your voice. “fine, but im ordering the cheapest thing on the menu!” you rolled your eyes. vernon was always adamant on people not spending money on him, but you always evaded that rule whenever you could.

you groaned sarcastically, making vernon chuckle. “alright, im on my way now, be ready or else im never taking you anywhere ever again.” you giggled as you stood up, throwing your jacket back over your shoulders. “you’d never last a week without me.” you said tauntingly. vernon couldnt help but smile. your friendship had always been like this, constant teasing and sarcasm. “shut up, get ready. he said, trying to suppress the smile growing on his face. “i will, see you soooon.” vernon mumbled a bye as he hung up the phone and you grabbed your phone and your wallet from your bag.

you slid into the passenger seat of vernons car and brushed the snow off of your jacket. “god, was anyone expecting this storm? its crazy out here.” vernon laughed at how shocked you were that it was snowing in the middle of january. “apparently its supposed to get worse, but i wont let that get in between us seeing each other for the first time in a week.” he smiled over at you as he put the car in drive and left the parking lot of your apartment complex. you looked over at him and the small smile he has on his face whenever you look at him. he always looks so content in your presence, as you feel the same in his. you watched him maneuver around the roads, mesmerized by his actions. he soon spoke, breaking you out of your daydream.

“oh, i have to stop by the practice room really quick, is that okay?” you nodded. “im just tagging along, i dont care where we end up.” you said with a smile. vernon pulled into the parking lot of the building and opened his door, stepping out into the snow. he watched as you got out of his car and screwed up your nose at the fluffy flakes falling all around you, slowly getting more and more heavy as the snow piled in the streets and lots around you.

you followed vernon into the elevator as he pressed the button leading up to the floor of seventeen’s practice rooms. you had been there a couple times, just for visits or bringing them snacks and drinks for motivation. the elevator ride was quiet. it was a comfortable silence, the low hum of the elevator music filling the air as you and vernon basked in each others company. the elevator beeped as the doors opened and you both walked down the hallway leading to their practice room. it was growing late, and the worsening weather outside caused the building to be somewhat of a ghost town. usually bustling with people working and hanging out, it was quiet and tranquil. you reached the end of the hallway as vernon used his keycard to unlock the door.

with a beep from the keycard scanner, vernon opened the door and you followed behind him as he walked into the large open room. he walked towards the cabinet where they put all of their personal items as they practice and pulled out a navy blue hoodie and a black beanie. he held them in his arms as he spun around to face you. “ready to go?” he said, walking towards the door. you hesitate before speaking up. “maybe we can stay here for a bit? wait for the storm to die down a little.” vernon quirked an eyebrow before shrugging. “sounds like a plan. come sit.” he walked to the corner of the room, where two black beanbags sat next to each other. as you both sat down, vernon gasped and jumped back up and half-ran to the other side of the room, where the entertainment system was. you laughed to yourself at his urgency. after a second, vernons playlist was playing quietly through the speakers around the room. he smiled as we walked back over to where you sat, fondly admiring his every move.

you and vernon had sat in the practice room talking for over an hour. you had both honestly lost track of time. he checked the time, 10:27pm. you both quickly realized that your usual cafe had closed half an hour ago. he sighed, apologizing to you for not being able to get coffee like he had planned. “vern, i dont care what we do, as long as we get to catch up.” he scrolled on his phone, eyebrows furrowed, not replying to what you had said. you could tell he was trying to figure something out. you leaned towards him, furrowing your own eyebrows as well. “whats wrong?” he looked up at you as he turned his phone to show you an article stating that all roads in your area had closed due to the force of the storm. your jaw dropped as you made eye contact with vernon, and you both started laughing at the irony of it all. you dont see each other for over a week, and suddenly you’ll be stuck together for the foreseeable future.

the article that you and vernon had read stated that it can be expected for roads to stay closed until the morning, so you both decided that it was in your best interest to settle in to stay in the practice room for the night. “wait, i think it’s right… here!” vernon opened and closed cabinets in the practice room until he found the one he was looking for. inside the cabinet, there was a white blanket neatly folded and a white pillow on the shelf above it. “excuse me for asking, but why do you guys have a blanket and pillow in your practice room?” you couldnt help but laugh. the thought of someone needing a nap mid practice was the most seventeen thing you could think of. “well one time hoshi got locked out of the dorms so from that day on he kept supplies here just in case it happened again.” of course it was hoshi.

you both retreated back to the beanbags after finding the blanket and setting it aside. neither of you were tired, so you stayed up talking in the hopes that the storm would subside and the roads would miraculously open back up again. you talked and talked until the clock hit 2am and you both couldnt finish a sentence without yawning. vernon walked over to where he had layed the blanket and pillow on the counter, and brought it over and put both in your lap. “why are you giving it to me? you need to sleep too.” you picked it up and tried to pass it to him but he lightly pushed your hands away. “ill be fine, i want you to be comfortable.” you frowned at vernon, insisting on him taking it from you. vernon gave in, taking the stack from you and settling in. as he unfolded the blanket, he opened his arms. you quirked an eyebrow, confused as to what he was doing. “listen, im not gonna be the only one sleeping with a blanket. come here.” you stood up and walked over, inserting yourself into the space he had made for you under the blanket. the two of you had been friends for a while, but you had never been this close before. you expected it to be awkward, but it was surprisingly natural to both of you. your head rested on the pillow as vernons eyes fluttered shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheeks. you admired his features, before closing your own eyes in case he feels you staring at him. soon, you were lulled to sleep by vernons soft breaths against your forehead.

you woke up with one of vernons arms lazily draped across your hip, and your legs intertwined together as an attempt to create the illusion of the beanbag you slept on having more room than it does. judging by his slow breaths and steady heartbeat, he was still asleep. there were no windows in their performance room, so you had to crane your neck to locate the clock on the wall and find out how early or late you woke up. 9:03am. it was still early enough to let vernon sleep instead of disturbing his peace. you turned your head back to his sleeping figure. the light snores coming from him would annoy anyone else, but to you they were endearing. everything about vernon was this way to you. everything he did was perfect. you adored vernon, but had never seen him as anything other than a friend. as you lay here, limbs connected and the fading scent of his cologne lingering around you, you wonder if you had ever seen him as just a friend. what if you had been repressing the feelings you had? what if seeing him like this, so peaceful and vulnerable, had awakened something? what if-

your train of thought was brought to an end when an arm squeezed around your waist and a face was buried into your neck. you smiled a wide smile. “good morning sleepyhead.” you ran a hand through vernons messy hair as he groaned a “morning” into your skin. you sat like that for a minute, even closer to each other, until he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. “what time is it?” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep. “its 9 oclock.” you couldnt help but smile at him. you rarely saw vernon early in the morning, only on times when you both made all day plans instead of impromptu ones. he yawned as he asked, “have you seen if the roads have opened yet?” you shook your head. “i couldnt reach my phone, its over on the shelf and you looked too comfy, i didnt want to disturb you.” the tips of his ears turned pink as he rolled over slightly and stretched to reach his phone. he rested his phone on your hip as he tried to find an update. you let your head fall to the pillow again, lightly closing your eyes as vernon scrolled through news sites.

“oh, it looks like theyre back open!” vernon said, slowly waking up, “you ready to go?” you didnt bother to open your eyes, just shook your head. “lets stay here a little longer. this beanbag is comfier than i thought.” you smiled as you heard his phone hit the table and his arm returned to its previous place around your hip. vernon pulled you closer, not saying another word.

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