#someone help everytime i write i sleep instead

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Ok hear me out, what about moon god s/o x Poseidon, its been itching my mind cause of the sea x moon troupe.

What i imagine is, s/o being a powerful god like nyx but rarely appears so only a few gods know or saw them so Poseidon became curious about this mysterious (beautiful) god. Feel free to add more about this!! im just really craving for someone to write this 🥹

Uhhh I like this concept a lot!! I tried to keep the reader's gender kinda neutral, I hope it's fine^^ btw I really enjoyed writing this!

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Poseidon often found himself staring at the moon. He couldn't really explain why he would do that - not that anybody would dare asking the God of the Sea what he was doing. Unbothered, Poseidon would stand silenty on the ivory balcony, looking up to that apparently endless sky. Even for someone like him that domain appeared far and full of mystery.

It was a dark night, its only beam being the peaceful and perlescent light emanated by the sleeping moon. He was once told that a god inhabited the moon, far from all other living beings. It wasn't known the reason why the deity ended up there, observing humankind from the satellite. Some believed they refused to get involved with human affairs and chose to live as a hermit instead; others claimed the god was exiled and was cursed to live on their own, bound to live in loneliness; some believed that god to have died long ago, the moonlight being their only inheritance, the memento of a god who existed no more, the reminder of a otherwise forgotten past.

Poseidon, everytime he would look at the moon, would wonder the real story behind it. None of the moon goddesses he knew could give him a response, despite asking themselves the same question - with whom were they sharing their moon? A god, a ghost or nothing at all?

Not knowing made the God of the Sea restless. He wasn't supposed to be this ignorant - it was his duty and right to know the truth. Yet, all he knew didn't make sense to him at all. He couldn't find a reason why a god would choose to abandon their place a seek shelter on the moon; if a deity was trapped on the moon, he would have surely heard of it somehow. It wouldn't have been just a rumour; lastly, gods weren't meant to die, it wasn't their nature. They didn't have an expire date nor any time limits, so it was impossible to begin with. If there really were someone looking down on him from the moon, Poseidon would discover it.

Poseidon spent that whole night reading books and looking for information regarding the legends surrounding that mysterious and mystical figure. There weren't many references and he couldn't even find the name of that god, yet there were reported some events which most likely involved them. A beautiful deity whose melancholic face was reflected on the moon on certain nights, someone wearing a silvery armor while riding a shining chariot across the sky. Also, a powerful god who could conceal the sun and the earth. A god capable of moving the stars and making humans into constellations. A god who could flex the tides to their own amusement - which meant disturbing the God of the Sea too - the moon phases and the sea had always been strictly connected to one another, but the thought of someone directly interefering had never crossed his mind. An ancient deity whose name had been long forgotten and all traces canceled, no statues nor temples left, their believers long dead and turned to ashes.

Poseidon was intrigued to say the least. He couldn't recall even if tried the last time he had felt so interested in someone - maybe last time was when he recognised Hades as his brother thousands of years before? He didn't remember anymore, and it didn't really matter to him neither.

Rumours spreaded fast across the Heavens. It was a matter of days before everybody knew what the lonesome Poseidon was looking for, yet nobody dared approaching him nor suggesting him the information that could have helped him reach his objective. Yet, everybody was curious as to why he was interested in that legend in the first place. Poseidon was used to those lower deities' gossips, so he didn't pay them much care, they were nothing more than a bother and wasn't expecting them to act some other way. He was more interested in what certain gods had to say.

Zeus, despite his prestige, knew no more than him but reccomended talking with the goddess Nyx, whom he was afraid of, much more ancient than he was. Hades and Hermes agreed with Zeus and added some rumours that had been circulating for ages in the Underworld regarding a moon deity who lead the souls of the dead to Hades' domain. Beelzebub clearly remembered studying moon's phenoma and seeing that legendary face. They didn't ask him the reason why he was looking for the god. He wouldn't have answered anyway. Without a single word, he left, approaching his next destination, the goddess all gods feared: Nyx.

He respected the goddess, recognising her value and strenght, but didn't understand the reason why even the almighty Zeus feared - he could only suppose it must have been because of one of his many affairs that didn't end the way Zeus imagined. Poseidon didn't have anything to do with that though, therefore had no reason to fear her.

Nyx knew it all, the story of the human who ascended to the skies and then flew even higher above. That god's name was (Y/n), the vagabond of the stars, the hermit who found a home in the dim light of the moon. Poseidon was satisfied by the answers he had finally found - and a way to reach the moon itself. He was close to his goal.

He had finally landed on the moon. Poseidon had never been there before. It was the first time he got to see the sea he ruled from that perspective. It was a foreign feeling to him. He could almost understand the reason why humans tried so hard to leave Earth and reach the space - it was undescribable. He couldn't even blame (Y/n) for hiding in that timeless place. Poseidon felt as he could touch the stars if he only wanted to. And he was just about to do it, if only a sudden voice hadn't interrupted him.

"I've heard someone was looking for me. I don't receive many guests, so I suppose you must be that person." it was quite, almost a whisper. It didn't surprise Poseidon. (T/n) mustn't have had someone to talk to in a long time.

"You are Poseidon, aren't you? You often stare at the moon, I noticed it." a voice comparable to the music of the spheres, the musica universalis, the harmony between the celestial bodies.

(Y/n) seemed to have no material consistence, one with the stars and the deep blue sky surround them, floating on the ground, detached from the earthly beings. Poseidon almost felt unworthy of being before someone surrounded by such a, otherwordly aura, belonging to a different dimension. On the other hand, he was attracted by that holy creature.

"You are welcome here, God of the Seas." almost as if they had read his mind, (Y/n) reassured him "We all belong to the moon, all beings are made of the same stardust. There are no differences between us."

For once, Poseidon, enchanted and bewitched, couldn't reply. He was part of that symphony too - he could feel it resonating deep into his bones.

The everlasting sea below him, the everlasting stars above him. Poseidon felt whole for the first time in his equally everlasting life.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #record of ragnarok x reader #snv #ror x reader #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no walkure #poseidon #poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #snv poseidon #poseidon record of ragnarok #poseidon ror

[scwheeler]

🌷˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘A BLOSSOMING ROMANCE?’

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you and ethan have been best friends for years but he’s developed feelings for you, luckily you have too

author’s note: this is my first non-mike fic and i’m nervous for some reason…also i’m switching up the acc just because times have changed and i sort of lost interest in writing for mike so if you love ethan and the rest of scream, take a seat and some popcorn 🍿🎟

you: when r u getting here? i’m soooo bored

e: im walking to the front door rn :)

there was a knock on the door and before any of your friends could get up or even offer to get it, you jumped up and ran. “i’ll get it!” you yelled before unlocking the door. you didn’t bother to look in the eye hole before flinging the door open.

(tbh with all the ghostface incidents you should’ve but it’s just ethan…)

as the door opened, you were met with the cute smiling face of your bestfriend. immediately you jumped into his arms which caught him off guard but was always happy to catch you. “mindy was just ‘bout to start the movie without you!” you exclaimed and pulled him inside.

“dude why are you always so late?” chad asked and crossed his legs on the coffee table. “oh i just had a few errands to run, y’know econ,” ethan brushed off chad’s question and followed you to the couch.

after everyone got comfortable, mindy turned on the movie. only after she gave a quick warning about the movie since she’s already seen it a million times. you scooted closer to ethan and put your head by his chest. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you two since you’ve done it before a hundred times.

you guys had been best friends for years and you were a big physical touch person which made ethan the same. but it didn’t help the fact that ethan had a massive crush on you.

you heard his heartbeat. it was thumping fast. “what’s got you so worried?” you whispered and looked up to ethan. he turned to face you instead of the movie, “oh—just the movie, it’s a horror movie right?”

he quickly looked back up to the tv. he was obviously lying because the movie just started and the tv was still showing the title card. but he couldn’t tell you that the real reason was you.

he was practically sweating and tried to seem like he was all cool but was actually freaking out inside. you were so close to him, not that he was complaining but you didn’t know what to do. you had to look over to chad a few times to copy how he was holding tara.

he tried putting his arm around you but midway aborted the plan and pretended as if he was yawning, pulling a reverse flirting move. it’s not like you couldn’t tell because he made it pretty obvious with his long arms but you decided to ignore it.

the sun was setting halfway into the movie and your eyes started to droop. you nestled yourself into ethan’s shirt and tried to make yourself a comfortable sleeping position. with you constantly moving around, ethan couldn’t help but look down at you.

he smiled to himself but looked back to the screen to avoid being caught. but he couldn’t help himself and would consistently look down everytime someone would scream in the movie so everyone would be too focused on who died to notice.

about ten minutes later, you fell asleep. you were completely knocked out because of the all nighter you pulled the night before to study for a big test and all of the lectures you had to sit through.

you almost slid off of ethan’s chest before ethan grabbed you. he panicked and stealthily pulled you by his shoulder so you could rest peacefully. he tried carefully not to wake you up even with the loud slashes and screams coming from the movie.

by the time the movie ended, everyone was so sleepy that they were already slumped in their seats. chad and tara were attached at the hip, cuddling each other and a bowl of popcorn while asleep. beside them were mindy and anika who were sleeping shoulder to shoulder with a blanket.

luckily it was chad and ethan’s dorm so ethan gingerly lifted you up from the couch and carried you marriage-style to his room. even though the way to his room only took like ten steps max, him trying to make the least noise as possible and taking a million more steps than needed to do so made the walk much longer.

ethan opened his bedroom door and turned on his lights. he quietly placed you on his bed after moving the blankets. he picked up one of his pillows and tried to dust it off, shaking it and patting it in the air which made a bunch of noise but you must be a heavy sleeper because you were knocked out.

he replaced the “new clean” pillow for the one currently below your head and covered you with one of his blankets. after successfully moving you from the couch to his bed and tucking you in, he sighed in relief and knelt to the bed level.

he watched your chest move up and down, synchronized with your soft breathing. there was hair covering your face so he tucked it behind your ear for a clear view of your face.

beautiful. he thought to himself and smiled at your peaceful state. he kissed your temple and moved the blanket closer to your upper body, covering most of your body except your face.

not wanting to bother you anymore and potentially waking you up, he slowly got back on his feet and turned off the lights. although he didn’t know where he was gonna crash tonight, he didn’t care. he could sleep in a motherfucking ditch for all he cared!

but before he could close the door and walk out. “ethan? could you stay with me?” you muttered and blinked a few times to get a good glimpse at the boy who just tucked you in.

ethan’s whole body went into shock for a moment and held onto the door handle for dear life. if not for the door handle, he would’ve been falling to the ground since his legs turned into jelly! did you just ask him to stay with you? as in with you in bed?!

as ethan was doubting what he just heard, you confirmed it. “please?” you whispered and ethan almost fainted from that. he slowly walked back to the bed and stared at you. “are you sure?” he asked for reassurance and you nodded.

out of nervousness he mumbled a quick, “hold on a sec!” and opened his drawers for pajamas and ran into his bathroom. you were so confused but also very tired so your body refused to get up.

instead you just waited for ethan to come back.

meanwhile, ethan shut the bathroom door and quickly changed into his pajamas but before going back out to you, he opened his cabinets and looked through his shelves to find anything to make himself look better or smell better.

he found some cologne that chad had lent him like one time when they went to this party. ethan instantly opened the bottle and started spraying everywhere that a teenage boy could potentially smell.

he almost choked on the suffocating air that he created himself but couldn’t leave yet. he had no time to brush his teeth so he grabbed his mouthwash and finally was ready.

once ethan returned in new clothes and a definite new smell, you smiled. he slowly got into the bed yet kept much distance between you two. who knew getting into your own bed could be so scary?!

you had to be the one to move closer to him, putting your arms around his waist. first he was surprised but followed your lead. with a little bit of twisting and turning, you two found a comfortable position where he was the big spoon and you were the little spoon.

“you do know i like you right?” you asked with your eyes closed. his eyes immediately opened and he looked down at you, unable to look into your eyes though.

“w-wait what? well you do know i like you too right?” he returned the question which made you grin. “i’ve always known.” you replied and held his hands by your chest. ethan closed his eyes and a smile spread on his face as he held you closer to him.

“are you wearing chad’s cologne?”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream six #scream #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #scream imagine #scream fic #ethan landry fic #ethan landry headcannon

[mylittlesecretwish]

The face I hate

Summary: [ Post-imposter AU ] When the hunting ceases and everyone beg for forgiveness the creador agree to take the place on the throne, but they cover all their body and face

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Based on this drabble

This is my first time properly writing so i hope I made it right!! I know a lot of people loved this idea so i hope I met their expectations with this!

Maybe in the future I will write more for post-imposter au!!

You don't remember how long it has been since the day you arrived on Tevyat, the initial happiness and curiosity you felt that day has long forgotten, but at this point it doesn't matter, what only matter is that you are finally able to rest because everyone had finally stoped chasing you, you don't know why but you don't care, you just don't know to whom God thank that they had finally stoped

However that peace and relief only lasted a couple of days before they followed you again, but this time instead of carrying weapons and threatens they carry an expression full of regret and sadness, instead of imediatly attacking you they immediatly kneel and beg for forgiveness, sometimes they even bring you offerings, promising to be only the best for you but that is what they say and you can't trust them

You wanted nothing more than get away from them, and you did so, you always wander away from the civilization and stay by the side of the only ones that had never tried to kill you, you stay with the kind slimes that used to shield you and cuddle you while you were trying to sleep, with the hilichurls that always make sure to gave you a messy plate of warm food, the abyssm creatures that used to wander with you and shield you everytime someone get close

You wanted to stay with them but the people of Tevyat were stubborn and annoying, they had been even more annoying that when they wanted you dead because now you can even heard them beg for forgiveness to the statues of you and in the temple, it was too much, even more difficult to handle than before and for your own sanity you decided to accept their prayers and go with them, hoping that they will just shut up already

You thought that now that you know how regretful they were you will be able to handle it, but you were wrong, you can't find peace when all their angry faces and bloodlust against you still hunt you down in your nightmares. Even when they kneel at your very least image and talks to you with a lot of respect you just don't feel safe around them, even if your body doesn't have the scars of what happened your soul and mind does, you feel vulnerable and threaten by their very presence and if anyone dares to approach to you, even just a little, you always instinctively step back, they understand and apologize everytime it happens, however they never expected for you to one day start covering yourself

You start to use clothes that cover all your body, that way you feel at least a little more safe, you even started to change your appearance, but it wasn't enough, it is never enough for you, not when everytime you see your reflection in the mirror the only thing you see is the reason why all the people you used to love started to hate you and chased you to death, at this point you don't want nothing more that destroy it too, so you started to cover your face with a mask, a mask that the hilichurls gifted you

Everyone was surprised but they don't say anything, not that they have the right to do so. It become painfuly for everyone to not being able to see you but they just accept their punishment

You weren't the only one suffering from this, everyone on Tevyat was suffering, every day they regret what they have done, and that suffering only increase with every day that pass without being able to get more than a few words from you, only the necesary. And that suffering only increase when they find out that when you go out of the temple you visit all the creatures that had helped you, the ones that protected you since the first day and that you allow them and only them to see your face, you feel comfortable enough with them to take out your mask and you even smile at them, they are allowed to heard your voice filled with happiness and love, they understand but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, the guilt they feel only increase and is eating them alive

The Archons are suffering the most, they are supoused to be the closest to you and yet they were easily fooled by and made suffer their true creator, they ordered their people to hunt you down and kill you without mercy, the person that gave them everything, the person they were supoused to love and protect. The regret and guilt is too much to handle even for them, it makes them wish death, but dying is too merciful of a fate for them and they know it

#sagau #sagau x reader #genshin self aware #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #self aware au #genshin imposter au #impostor au #imposter sagau #imposter au #writing

[moonys-love]

Howdy Pillar Headcanons :D

be aware this is my first time writing on tumblr so if its a tad odd in some places, i apologize :))) i should be doing my math work i missed or sleeping but guess what i wont

cw: staring mentions (?), howdy being cheesy, i think that's it? ( i do not know how to tag stories)

(look at the funky man!!)

Dating Howdy!!

i just KNOW this man loves to give hugs from behind

everytime you're doing literally anything that has you with your back exposed, he's going to pick you up

you could be in the middle of cleaning and next thing you know four limbs are wrapped around you and you're being picked up

he is both big spoon and little spoon, ignore the fact that he's like 7 foot/213 cm

if you don't like being hugged/touched, that's fine! he likes to make sure that you're comfortable with how he shows affection.

instead of hugging you, he tends to move things around to make it more accessible for you (especially if you enjoy cooking/baking, there are a lot of things in the howdy-sized cabinets but not the y/n-sized cabinets)

sometimes he does purposefully move things out of your reach to have you call him over for help so he can come bother you >:)

that is until you learned that you can climb on the counters... (as someone who is short, this is in fact the most effective way of getting things [dont do this])

he loves holding hands with you! regardless of whether you're in public or at home, he enjoys making sure that you don't get lost /j ("Its hard to see you all the way down there, neighbor!")

he is also a big fan of pinky holding <3

i hc him to have some anxiety issues, so this is a big reason why he enjoys holding hands/pinkys

it's become a big way to help him calm down, and if you start rubbing shapes (?) into his hand it makes things a lot better (he does it to you too <3)

after a long day at the bugdega (bodega? I've seen someone call it that so I'm calling it that bc it's funky!), he will fwump literally anywhere it is convenient for him to do so

let's just hope you're not on the couch/bed because you are a candidate for him to do so! (good luck)

he constantly is making sure that you're ok, mentally and physically! he is a great listener, and he gives great advice too.

everytime you try to help him out at the bugdega, he CANNOT focus

he will literally stare at you for ages until either you or a neighbor points out he's doing so ("howdy, are you ok?" "huh- oh yeah! it's just that you're really pretty...")

he also gives you an 100% discount if you agree to a kiss

either he's really cheesy, or he's reciting poetry to you, there is in fact, no in-between

"i love you berry much! *holds out a strawberry*"

"If i was to be given the option of eternal life, i would turn it down, for a life without you is not one worth living."

all in all, your relationship is berry sweet!! (help i regret writing that)

Being friends with Howdy!!

if YOU have chaotic energy, HE has chaotic energy

he could be cheerfully having an exchange with julie to chanting "thief" to wally in the corner with you (art idea??? might make this)

howdy is great at adapting to your current mood! if you're being funky and all gremlin-like, so is he! if you're tired or sad, he makes sure to give you your time and space to talk if you want!

regardless of this, he does give mother-friend energy

not in the sense of like making sure you're sunscreened, but just looking out for you and making sure you're ok :O)

he LOVES to spook you. regardless of how tall he is, he is in fact, great at sneaking around!

he is also good at being quiet on his feet, which does not end well when you're in the middle of doing something

i feel like he is genuinely a sweet guy, but when he's with friends, he's a totally different caterpillar

if tiktok existed then, you would constantly point at him and say "caterpillar" in that voice (y'know the one from the audio that everyone draws frank spying on howdy with [i absolutely love that audio])

HE KNOWS ALL OF THE GOSSIP OOH JUST YOU WAIT

"did you hear? frank and eddie are finally dating!" "HAH WALLY OWES ME HIS APPLE SUPPLY"

wally is definitely a part of your guy's shenanigans btw it's canon I'm howdys hat

if howdy needs something delivered (most likely wallys hairspray/apples) and eddie isn't available, he asks you! you're practically a second employee so you might as well ahshefs

you still get an 100% discount, since you know, you're kinda working there so that's fabulous!!

he's practically your babysitter at this point i just kinda imagine y/n being one of the leash kids

he can and will throw you on top of his shoulders, you think he's not buff under those sleeves? he has to carry around literal HUNDREDS of apples for wally pretty much everyday

i feel like he likes making things with his hands (I'm really projecting here arent i)

HE LIKES MAKING TINY THINGS OK OK GLAD WE CAN AGREE

random little figurines or things you enjoy will just appear. you have little to no clue where they came from but that's fineee

he knows some of the most obscure things, either about you, or anything really

he loves hearing people infodump about anything! he loves learning new things about people's special interests :D

at the end of the day, he appreciates being your friend so much! he's so glad he got to meet you <3

i am very tired so im probably going to sleep now!! i really liked making this but headcanons are not, in fact, my strong suit. requests are open, i would love to write some more for welcome home!!

#moony writes!! #im incredibly tired but i really wanted to get this out so here it is! #howdy is a funky little guy <3 #howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar headcanons #welcome home #welcome home show #welcome home puppets #welcome home puppet show #tumblr #writer #writers on tumblr

[mistywaves98]

✧･ﾟ:* ->Bully! Xiao x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: Modern AU, Non con, dark themes, slight yandere, Dacryphilia, Edging turned to Overstimulation, Repitition of words, Dumbification, Forced stuff, Non consensual groping, Fingering, Degradation, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* -> Week 3 of my 400 special! I tried to write some detailed descriptions but I don't think they came out well...hope you enjoy anyway!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

✧･ﾟ:* Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

He didn't really know why he disliked you so much. Was it because you were at the top of the class? Hmph, teacher's pet. Maybe it was because you had friends, but he was probably the only person in the school that didn't have any. Or perhaps it was the way you were so fucking perfect. Too perfect, everytime he looked at you he wanted to ruin you, to wipe that blinding smile of your face, to rip those expensive outfits you wore, to destroy your reputation among your classmates. But at the same time, he wanted to get close to you, to get to know you and eventually have you under him, squirming in pleasure as his cock plunges in an out of you. Such thought makes his heart flutter but then the actual sight of you makes him want to throw up.

So what does he do? Why make your live a living hell of course! Roughly shoving you against lockers whenever he passed next to you, refusing to help or lend you anything to you in class or in general, always making snide comments whenever you did something clumsy or stupid. His favourite was tripping you up in the cafeteria in front of everyone, seeing the tears flow down your face in humiliation as you look up at him briefly before running out filled him with a sick sense of joy.

Soon you'd find none of your friends wanted to speak to you, in fact, none of your classmates, especially the guys, wanted anything to do with you. Because guess what, a certain someone was spreading rumors about you being nothing but a slut who only gets close to guys to have sex with them and nothing you said could change their minds. And that certain someone just happens to be the only one that 'cares' about your existence. 'Caring' meaning the bullying the life out of you even more, and what was worse was that now everyone laughed with him whenever he decided to humiliate you, which seemed to be happening a lot ever since you've become a loner.

And just when you thought life couldn't get any worser, your teacher told you you'd be staying in the same dorm as him. Upon hearing those words your face dropped and your head snapped in his direction only to be met with a smile that sent feelings of dread down your spine. It was as bad as you expected it to be. He made you do all the chores, saying that unless you wanted him to ruin your life even more than he already has you can go ahead and try to defy him.

But the weird thing was that Xiao seemed to get rather, touchy ever since you became roommates with him. Sure you had your own room and bed to sleep in, but he would always force you to sleep with him instead. You didn't like the idea at all but there was nothing you could do to free yourself from the two arms secured firmly around your stomach and the more you struggled the more bone- crushing it became. But that wasn't even the worst part. Often he would randomly latch on to you and literally feel you up like if you were lovers. He was so smug when he did it too, knowing that you knew that if you told anyone, you'd really be in for it. It happened a lot when you were cleaning the dorm as well. You'd be on all fours, scrubbing the floor before you feel two hands cage you in and something hard press against your ass. You've told him many times to stop but he'd never listen, saying that if you didn't want it, why the fuck were you so wet?

It was a lovely Saturday morning...key word, was. It probably still be one if you weren't pinned to the floor on your back with your bully on top of you, fingers plunging in and out of your pussy like there was no tomorrow. Sweat covered your body and dropped down your face, everything felt too hot. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and you were just about to release when you felt the movement in your pussy stop. You whined pathetically, tears staining your face once more as you were denied yet another orgasm for what felt like the 5th time tonight.

A chuckle came from the male above you,"Aww, do you wanna cum? I thought you didn't want that? Now you do? Maybe if you beg hard enough or maybe if I feel like it I can give you what I want, but personally, I simply can't get enough of you when you're like this." "P-please...please let me cum, I-I promise I'll be good." "Hmm....since I feel like it I'll let you cum, but next time I won't be so nice."

And then the fingers were once again shoved into your pussy, sloppily moving in and out until you felt the build up of another orgasm. Your back arched as you finally achieved that sweet, sweet release that you were kept from. Your legs spasmed and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as your juices coated the carpet beneath you. You tried to move, only to be pulled back down by Xiao who had a frown on his face,"Don't think you can just take your pleasure and then leave selfish slut."

You felt dread pooling in the pit of your stomach as you felt him press the head of his cock that was already soaked with pre cum against your entrance. With no warning, he snapped his hips forward, bottoming out instantly. Two fingers were immediately forced into your mouth to somewhat muffle your scream of pain. "Hmph. I thought I prepared you enough, but you're still as tight as ever. If I didn't know better, I'd still think you were a virgin." A smirk graced his features and you knew why.

As soon as you admitted you hadn't had sex yet, Xiao pounced on you like a predator would do to its prey. Him being the first one to touch you like this was an opportunity he wasn't going to let slip by. He took so much delight in corrupting your inexperienced self and he didn't bother to hide it.

You were brought out of your reminiscing when he began to move. His thrusts were so fast and filled with so much force your body rocked back and forth. It wasn't long before you knew he was getting close to orgasming, you could tell from the way he slowed down a bit, but managed to hit somewhere deep inside of you. You whimpered as he bit into your neck hard, your hands flew to weakly grasp his sweaty hair as he sucked on the blood the trickled out of the wound.

When he was satisfied with the mark he made, he licked a long stripe from the hickey to right under your jaw. He pressed a few light kisses to the area, removing his fingers before connecting both of your lips in a hungry kiss. Teeth clacked against each other and his tongue dove into your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Suddenly there was an explosion of warmth in your lower region and you realized he had finally came, but the determined look on his face told you that he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

And for what felt like hours, orgasm after orgasm was pulled from your abused cunt, you clawed at the floor mindlessly feeling your brain turn to mush everytime you came. Your face was downright laughable, to Xiao anyway. You looked so fucked out and he loved it. He loved the way your legs twitched and spasmed even when you weren't cumming, he loved how you couldn't even form a coherent sentence, he loved how broken and worn down you looked in front of him.

And in the end, no one would ever guess Xiao was doing such things, to you especially, not with the way he seemed to completely despise you when in public, if only they saw what went on behind closed doors...

#✧･ﾟ:* meena's memorable moments! ✧･ﾟ:* #smut #x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #xiao smut #xiao x reader smut #tw noncon

[bleuu-moon]

YOUR BRAIN IS INSANE ?? UR SOULMATE THOUGHT WITH THE TAGS INCLUDED ??

“ghost who returns from deployment only to watch his love relive it as they sleep…”

this is going to consume my thoughts !!

(but really ur brain is massive thank u for sharing ur thoughts on here)

jhfsjdj pls ur so welcome but i don’t think i can write about it anymore, please don’t egg me o—

simon’s heard the theory before. happy to just shrug it off and move along with his day, fully convinced that he’s a lone soul that couldn’t possibly have a tie to someone else.

praying that he doesn’t.

i mean sure, his dreams are always kind of perplex yet oddly specific and strangely realistic. but they’re nothing short of mundane, and he believes it’s not possible that whoever out there meant for him, could be so normal. so instead of falling for the concept, he convinces himself that it’s just his own subconscious playing a sick joke, reminding him of what he doesn’t have, every night.

but then he meets you, and the theory becomes almost factual.

you’re everything that he dreams about. you’re normal, perfectly mundane and familiar. you’re the epitome of happiness and peace.

and that’s when it hits him like a ten tonne truck, forcing the wind out from within his lungs — it also means that he’s everything you dream about.

the guilt eats away at him from that day and beyond.

every time his phone lights up, and your face drops. the way you become detached and absent minded when you know a deployment is coming up. both of you knowing that you’re about partially feel and witness everything he does. and worst, knowing that you’re forced to face the nightmares alone, the ones that he can’t help but feel hugely responsible for.

he mutters “i’m sorry, love. stay strong, ‘kay? love you s’much.” against your forehead, everytime before he leaves through the front door, whilst still understanding that does absolutely nothing to soften the harsh nights you’re about to endure.

he returns, and it restores a slither of hope in you. one more night, and then it’s back to stillness. one more bad night and it’s back to a quiet, and a full nights rest.

your exhausted, dark, tired eyes speak a thousand words, a mirror image of simon’s own. forcing shame upon his head. however, you seem chirpier than when he last seen you, knowing it’s because there’s a dead weight almost lifted from your shoulders.

your shared bed is still in the same state as when he left, the pillows in the exact same position, his half read book still open face down on the duvet. a routine you’ve obtained, sleeping on the couch, finding a small ounce of comfort in having the TV on as you try to recuperate.

but that evening, that small ounce of comfort comes from simon himself. he watches down at you, head on his bare chest, stirring and jolting in your sleep. whimpering as your facial features twitch and twist, your fists continuously clench and unclench, with your knuckles turning pale. guilt, shame, self-hatred. simon feels it all when he see’s you like that, stuck in a dark hole that he places you in.

he knows what’s happening inside of your head, and all he can do he helplessly watch you fight your way through, just like he did. holding you tight as you try to resist against his strength. and when you snap awake, panting and searching for breath, simon is there, promising that it’s going to be over soon, and that he’ll make it all stop.

#hurt myself with this one #i’m going on a tangent with this au #did someone say Simon’s father???? roba?? buried alive??????? #someone stop me #simon ghost riley #soulmate au #ghost x reader #ask <3

[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

#cho sangwoo x y/n #cho sang woo x reader #cho sangwoo #cho sangwoo x reader #cho sang woo #squid game fanfic #sangwoo squid game #squid game fic #squid game imagines #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #squid game x you #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x y/n #sangwoo fluff #cho sangwoo x you #squid game fluff #squid game x male reader

[z0mb13-b0y]

König x M!Reader HCs Part 2

⚠️: Fluff, small angst, slight nsfw

TW: None.

• König hates it when other people stare at you.. men, women, married or not he didn't care.. he would glare at them until they left you alone, if the uncommon occurrence happens where they don't he'd threaten them, scaring them off.

• He didn't really enjoy the advantages of his height, mainly because he got alot of shit for it when he was younger but he always used it to help you grab things you couldn't or just simply shadow over you for whatever reason he was thinking of.

• He HATED scaring you on accident, wether it was a subtle approach or he was already there and you didn't notice.. he was worried you'd stay scared of him and he couldn't bare the thought of it even with all of your reassurance.

• He's more of a hand holding and cuddling kind of guy instead of just kissing and fvcking everytime you two were together.. he wanted the little things, even if they weren't much they were to him. He adored every moment he shared with you.

• The first time you two ever did anything sexual he was very gentle and overly caring, praising you the entire time.. he'd take his time making sure you were adjusting to his size even if it edged him longer than he wanted.

• König would do anything for you, kiss the floor you stepped on if you asked.. when you first met him he was cold, cocky yet timid.. but after all you've been through together hes become vulnerable to you, he hates the thought of letting his guard down or being vulnerable to a person but he couldn't help it around you..

• Sometimes as you drifted off to sleep in his arms he would whisper sweet things in your ear in German.. you learnt a bit of German just to understand what he could be saying sometimes but he didn't know that.. he didn't know you could understand every sweet thing he whispered to you as you slept in his arms.

• He has alot of paranoia around loud noises specifically loud bangs or crashes when he least expected it.. he would start to panic thinking there would be someone with bad intentions and would tell you to keep quiet as he would scope out the unpredictable noises in the night.. it would always end up being something falling over or an animal banging on the roof randomly, you had to reassure him that you both were okay each time it happened which wasn't often.

• He's clingy.. VERY clingy, you had to go to the bathroom? He'd wait outside, getting food/snacks? He'll be there making them with you, Just simply going to bed for the night? He'd cuddle you.. he hated getting up in the morning afterwards because he never wanted to let you go, he was always reluctant unless you put on your serious voice and he'd apologise.. you were never angry at him for it and you showered him with small kisses after he felt bad about holding you back from whatever you planned on doing telling him that it okay.

• It was only on a few occasions that he would come stumbling to you after drinking a bit, sometimes just hugging you and standing there for what felt like hours as he complimented you, the others ending with him being sensitive and practically begging for your touch, showering your neck with kisses as he held you close.. begging for you to satisfy him, he didn't care how, only when..

• You two once watched Heartstopper together and stumbled across the scene where the character Nick would do a gay test.. one day as you left for an event he grabbed his laptop and sat on your bed searching for a gay quiz, he already knew he was Bi but he wanted to try anyway, he finished the quiz and got 'Straight', he then continued to shut the laptop, crossing his arms and pouting whilest cursing to himself in german and then talking to himself about how he has the best boyfriend ever.

Done, I literally go to camp tomorrow and I won't be able to write for the upcoming Leon Kennedy read for about 3 days.. but thank you @makima4ever for another submission!:3

#m!reader #cod #x male reader #gay #konig x m!reader #könig x m!reader #callofduty #konig #könig #konig x reader #slight angst #nsfw?

[connieluvsr]

ONE OF THE GIRLS | part 3

pairing: (electric) guitarist!jungkook x singer!reader(f)

genre: band au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

summary: when your main guitarist gets sick and can't perform at your show, you get help from someone unexpected.

warnings: swearing and some making out, hot jk:)), drinking, mention of drugs, smoking, slight smut, angst, reader is complicated.

word count: 6.9k

a/n: FINALLY after 2 months of not posting. i swear i want too many things to happen in this series but still didn’t know what to write. im so sorry for you waiting that long, please enjoy this chapter!

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"Woo! Amazing!" Avery's claps echoed through the room as she leaped onto the plush leather couch, sending vibrations that jolted Zac into a celebratory dance.

The much-anticipated day of the show was drawing near, and we had been tirelessly rehearsing. Despite everyone's praises, I felt there was always room for improvement.

"I'm utterly drained. Let's call it a day," I declared, collapsing onto the couch next to Avery and Zac.

"Are you sure? You practically begged me for extra rehearsal hours," Jungkook teased, concern etched on his face.

"My throat feels like it's on fire, and my head is pounding," I confessed, my voice hoarse and tired.

Avery gently rubbed my back, suggesting, "Take some Strepsils; you'll be fine."

Zac stood up, nodding in agreement. "Should we head out?"

"Yeah, let's go," Avery chimed in, following Zac toward the door. "Bye, guys!"

As they left, we waved our goodbyes, and I closed my eyes, sinking back into the couch. Suddenly, I felt Jungkook's presence beside me.

"Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, why?" I replied, meeting his gaze with weary eyes that threatened to shut at any moment.

He sighed, clearly sensing something was amiss. "I feel like you're not telling me something."

"Do I have to spill every detail of my life to you?" I snapped, my exhaustion making me unusually irritable.

He looked taken aback, his confusion evident. "No, I didn't mean—" Before he could finish his sentence, he stops. He looks at me with such sad eyes. "Get some sleep. Talk to me when your eyes aren't threatening to close on their own," he retorted, his words sharper than intended. He hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to say something more, but eventually, he stood up and silently closed the door behind him. I let out a heavy sigh and covered my eyes with my palms, hoping to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos.

He knew you’re not being yourself, you kept the distance a lot more these days since what happend with Ander, everyone noticed, including Avery, who wanted to hang out but you politely declined everytime with another made-up excuse. You don’t want to sing — you mean you can’t sing with someone else, It’s not … what you’re used with. You hate new, you want the ordinary, the basic you’ve been doing.

Jungkook’s an amazing singer, you know it and he knows it too, but everytime you step into the practice room, a knot tightened in my stomach, you know how much he wants to help you and you know how much you need him, so you let him, but deep down you think about Ander and how quick he left and you’ve got someone else.

His voice resonated with passion and talent, filling the room with melodies that should have comforted me. Instead, they only intensified my insecurity. I compared every note he sang to the echoes of Ander’s notes, the memory of our duets haunting me like a ghost.

Did Ander try to contact you? Well His messages were filled with empty apologies, excuses that felt like salt on my wounds. I blocked him on all platforms, so he sent pointless emails.

The clock says 04:55, I found myself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake off the tension from earlier. Unable to bear the suffocating feeling inside, I quietly slipped out of my room, barely seeing anything, I put on one of my hoodies and leave the house in the hushed darkness of the night.

The cool night air brushed against my skin as I walked aimlessly, trying to clear my mind. The city was silent, so, so, silent.

It was cold outside, I was in some Hello Kitty PJ’s and a hoodie that barely makes me warm, but I keep walking until I don’t feel the cold anymore.

The sun will rise in about half an hour now.

You wanna wait for it, making sure you’ll see it clearly, you go to the park that’s some miles away.

Suddenly, a cute dog start following you, you crouch down to him to pet him and he start licking you, gross but cute. “Come!” You smile and lead him to a small bench.

“Brianna?”

You turn your head, pulling the hood of the hoodie off to see better and you can’t belive who’s here. At this fucking hour.

He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone a mixture of concern and annoyance. He approaches me. “I knew I heard your voice. I thought- I thought I was crazy for a sec.” He looks up and down on me like he’s seen a ghost I wonder if I look okay, I didn’t bother to look in the mirror.

"I needed some fresh air," I replied, my voice cold, mirroring the chill in the night, trying not to make eye contact with him.

"Well, you should have stayed at home," he snapped back, his frustration apparent. "You can't just walk around in the middle of the night alone."

"I can do whatever I want," I shot back, my temper flaring, looking up at him. “I don't need you to tell me what to do." My attention goes back to the dog as he bites my finger in a playful way. Jungkook just stares at it looking down on me.

“Brianna, I want to understand-“

In the midst of our vulnerable embrace, a sudden surge of frustration and anger overwhelmed me. You get up, he takes 2 steps back. “You think you can just swoop in and fix everything?" I snapped, pushing Jungkook away. "You don't know what I've been through. You don't understand."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his own temper flaring. "Maybe I don't, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I hate seeing you like this, shutting everyone out, including me." He points to himself and talks in an exhausted way.

I scoffed bitterly, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "And what? You think you can change that? You think your concern will magically solve all my problems?"

He clenched his fists, his jaw set in determination. "No, I don't think it will magically solve everything. But at least you won't have to face it alone. We're friends, aren't we? Friends support each other."

"Friends?" I scoffed again, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Friends wouldn't fight all the time. Friends wouldn't constantly push each other's buttons."

Jungkook's expression softened, hurt flickering in his eyes. "Maybe we're more than just friends," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Maybe I care about you more than I'm willing to admit."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that my anger had overshadowed his genuine concern. "I don't know what I want," I confessed, my voice breaking. "I'm scared of messing things up, of losing the people I care about. Again.”

Jungkook stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. "You don't have to have all the answers right now," he said softly. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. We can figure it out together."

In that moment, the fight within me crumbled, replaced by a flood of emotions. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of my fears lifting, if only a little. Jungkook pulled me into a comforting hug, and for the first time that night, I felt a glimmer of hope.

We stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the night around us slowly coming to life. In that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to face everything alone. Perhaps, with Jungkook by my side, I could find the strength to confront my fears and conquer the challenges ahead.

As we stood there, embracing each other under the moonlit sky, I felt a sense of warmth and security wash over me. It was as if Jungkook's presence had cast away the shadows that had clouded my thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face again as he looked into my eyes with sincerity. "You'll never have to find out," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "We're in this together, remember?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I nodded, feeling a newfound sense of resolve. "Yeah, together," I echoed, realizing that I wasn't alone in my struggles anymore.

We continued our walk, no longer in silence but with a comfortable ease between us. We talked about our fears, dreams, and everything in between. With each word, the connection between us deepened, and I found solace in sharing my thoughts with someone who truly understood.

As the night turned into dawn, we returned home. The sun was beginning to rise, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, signaling a new day and a fresh start.

He walked me home but before he could leave I stop him. “What were you doing alone at that hour? you didn’t tell me.”

Jungkook is silent for a moment before he starts “Thinking.”

“About?” You ask couriously.

“You.”

Before you could try to make him explain what the fuck was that he left.

“Rehearsal today at 4 ok?” he shots from the street.

You giggle and give him a thumbs up.

What the hell did just happen.

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"You know, I think they make a great couple," Avery mused, her voice laced with a sense of certainty. She reached out, deftly taking the blunt from Zac's hand, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting touch. Zac's gaze followed the movement, his expression a mix of annoyance and intrigue.

"Hm?" Zac responded, his curiosity piqued as he took in the mention of Jungkook and Bri.

Avery settled into his lap, the weight of her presence grounding him in the moment. She exhaled a puff of smoke, blowing it up. "Jungkook and Bri, don’t ya think?" Avery's words hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of mari*uana. Zac's eyes flicked towards Bri's image in his mind, then back to Avery. He hesitated, the smoke clouding his thoughts momentarily.

"Um, yeah, sure, but they don’t seem like they like each other or shit," Zac replied, his voice a low murmur as he tried to make sense of the situation. Avery's eyes met his, a playful glint dancing in them as she inched closer. Before she could take another puff, Zac leaned in, capturing her lips in a pressed kiss.

"I think they really like each other," Avery murmured against his lips, her words muffled yet sincere. Her fingers traced a thoughtful path along his jawline, her touch a gentle caress that seemed to ease the tension in his muscles. "I know Bri is afraid, I just know it, but JK? What would he be afraid of?" She furrowed her brows, deep in contemplation.

"Afraid of moving too fast and lose her?" Zac suggested, his voice barely audible, his thoughts unraveling like the tendrils of smoke surrounding them. He shrugged, the uncertainty evident in his gaze.

"God, you're really smart," Avery whispered, her lips brushing against his cheek in a tender peck. With a soft sigh, she slid off his lap, the absence of her warmth leaving a lingering sensation. Rising from the couch, she reached for her phone, her fingers gliding across the screen as she dialed a number.

____

Avery's eyes widened in disbelief, her excitement palpable as I recounted the bizarre events of the previous night, or was it technically today?

"I can't believe it! No way, you did what?" Avery exclaimed, her voice echoing with a mix of shock and exhilaration.

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making my palms clammy as I buried my face in them. "I don't know, I feel so weird right now," I confessed, my words muffled against my hands. "I have a rehearsal with him in an hour."

Avery's eyes glinted with determination as she seized upon the moment, her excitement bubbling over. "You gotta ask him what was that!" she urged, her words rapid, punctuated by animated gestures. She jumped up and down on the sofa, the energy radiating from her contagious enthusiasm.

"I'm scared," I admitted, my voice barely audible as I grappled with the overwhelming vulnerability that threatened to consume me. "I'm scared to let someone into a place so important in my life again. Music means everything to me. I… I can't. I feel like I'm betraying someone."

Avery's eyes blazed with fiery determination, her frustration palpable as she unleashed her pent-up emotions. "Gosh, you're not betraying Ander! That fucker literally could've made you lose your show!"

I shook my head, my thoughts racing. "I'm… I'm not talking about him," I confessed, my voice quivering. "I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I can do this. I feel like I let him in too much. What if I lose him too? What if, on the day of the show, he'll say he won't come? What if—"

Before I could finish my sentence, Avery's hands shot out, shaking me and pinching me sharply. "Ouch!" I yelped, wincing from the sudden pain.

"You're like a crazy person talking right now," Avery retorted, her frustration palpable. She glared at me, her eyes fierce with determination. In a moment of impulse, I grabbed my phone and dialed Jungkook's number, my fingers trembling as I pressed the call button.

"Hi, it's me," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "Yeah, don't come today... No, don't. Bye."

Avery's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "What the hell was that, why?!" she screamed, her frustration boiling over. She pulled at her hair in exasperation, her voice tinged with desperation. "You're not thinking straight!! The show is in 3 days! Come on! Once this is over, you'll find someone else if you're so scared of falling for him."

"Falling? What do... You think I love him?" I stammered, my words trailing off as I tried to make sense of my own feelings.

"You definitely love each other," Avery stated matter-of-factly, her tone unwavering. "You're both two dumb fuckers. Call him to come to rehearsals, for god's sake, I'm out."

"W-wait, Avery!" I shouted, but she was already gone, her footsteps fading into the distance.

"Fuck, it even started raining!" she screamed from the porch, her words carried away by the wind as she drove away.

I sigh in frustration as I collapse onto the plush couch, my weary eyes scanning the ominous clouds looming outside the window. With a heavy heart, I receive a notification alert on my phone, urging me to stay indoors due to an impending danger and an imminent rainstorm. The familiar sense of dread washes over me, and I can't help but mutter a resigned exclamation under my breath, "God... not again."

I pull the notification bar down, revealing a series of alerts detailing the severity of the situation. Flash flood warnings, gusty winds, and potential power outages are mentioned, intensifying my sense of unease. With a deep breath, I rise from the couch, my footsteps heavy as I move towards the window to get a better view of the darkening sky.

The atmosphere outside grows ominous, the clouds swirling in a chaotic dance, painting the sky with shades of deep gray. The wind starts to howl, rattling the windows as if nature itself is echoing my inner turmoil. I glance around the room, contemplating my options. The dimming light emphasizes the urgency of the situation, urging me to make a decision.

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I quickly assess the supplies in my home – candles, emergency rations, and a flashlight. I grab them, creating a makeshift emergency kit, hoping it will be enough to tide me over if the storm takes a turn for the worse. As I secure the windows and doors, I can't shake off the feeling of vulnerability, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of life.

I return to the couch, clutching the emergency kit tightly, and stare out of the window once more. Raindrops splatter against the glass, blurring the world into a surreal painting of water and shadows.

I make myself some hot coco and before the power is out, which will probably be by the night, I turn on the TV to watch Brooklyn 99 and put a nice comfy blanket.

My heart pounds in my chest, the echoes of the thunderstorm still reverberating through the air as I try to calm my racing thoughts. The glow from the TV screen illuminates the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Just as I start to regain a semblance of composure, the knocks on the door pierce the silence like a gunshot. I jump, my breath catching in my throat, and I shoot a fearful glance towards the entrance, my mind racing with possibilities.

"Fuck..." I mutter under my breath, hesitating before the door. I entertain the fleeting hope that whoever it is might just go away, but my hopes are dashed when another round of four loud knocks reverberates through the house, each one intensifying my anxiety. The situation feels surreal, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within me.

My hands tremble as I reach for the doorknob, my heart pounding in my ears. Then, amidst the chaos of the storm, a familiar shout cuts through the air, calling my name. "BRI. IT’S ME… OPEN." The sound of his voice sends a mixture of relief and concern washing over me. Without a second thought, I throw the door open, my eyes widening in surprise at the sight before me.

There stands Jungkook, drenched from head to toe, his clothes clinging to him like a second skin. I try to push away the distracting thoughts about his perfect abs and body, focusing on the immediate concern. "Get in the house; you're shivering," I say urgently, my hand reaching out to pull him inside. His shivering intensifies, and I can't help but worry about his well-being.

"Fuck—let me get—"

"Bri."

"Let me get towels and clothes and—"

"Bri." He stops me, his eyes locking onto mine with a depth of concern that sends a shiver down my spine.

"I—" I start to protest, but his worry silences me. I nod, my determination to help him overpowering any embarrassment. "Let me grab you something. Please. I don't want you to be sick." I manage to tear my gaze away from his intense eyes and hurriedly make my way towards the closet, pretending not to notice his actions as he starts to undress behind me, though my cheeks burn with an undeniable awareness.

As I fumble through my closet, my hands search for something that might fit Jungkook. Finally, I pull out an oversized T-shirt and a pair of sweats that used to be snug on me when I was a bit chubbier. I hold my breath, hoping against hope that they'll fit him. I mutter a silent prayer under my breath, my fingers crossed as I bring the clothes to him.

"Here," I say, my voice a little shaky, trying my best not to meet his gaze directly, feeling the weight of his presence in the room.

"Thanks," he replies, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and amusement as he accepts the towel and the clothes. After he dries himself, he starts to dress, and a soft laugh escapes his lips. "They're a bit... tight."

"I—yeah, I don't have anything else—" I stammer, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. My eyes dart away, not wanting to acknowledge the situation, even though his laughter is contagious.

"Bri," he says, his tone serious now, his laughter fading away. "I can't believe you told me I shouldn't come... I wanted to speak to you in person.”

His words hang heavily in the air, and I feel my heart skip a beat. I struggle to find the right words, my emotions in turmoil. "Jungkook... look, it's—" I start, my voice cracking with a mix of vulnerability and affection, wanting desperately to express what I feel but not sure how to articulate it.

"It's complicated," I finally manage to say, my voice barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder. I glance up, meeting Jungkook's eyes, searching for understanding. "I've been through so much, and I'm afraid... afraid of getting hurt again."

Jungkook's expression softens, his eyes reflecting empathy and sincerity. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "Bri, I understand. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to try if you are. We can face the challenges together."

His words hang in the air, a silent promise that sparks a glimmer of hope within me. I find myself leaning into his touch, craving the comfort he offers. The storm outside mirrors the turbulence within my heart, but in this moment, Jungkook's presence provides a sense of calm amidst the chaos. “I thought we talked about this this morning. You were so committed-“

"I... I don't know. But all i know is i don’t want to lose you." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locked onto his. The vulnerability in his gaze resonates with my own fears and insecurities, creating a connection that goes beyond words.

He leans closer, and closer, and closer,

before I know, his lips meet me in a moment of sweet surrender, Jungkook's touch is gentle yet firm as he cups my face, his fingers warm against my skin. I close my eyes, savoring the softness of his lips, the taste of him like a bittersweet melody. His kiss is tender, a silent promise of affection and understanding.

A rush of emotions floods over me—desire, vulnerability, and a profound sense of connection. The air crackles with electricity, the charged atmosphere intensifying the intimacy of the moment. My fingers find their way into his soft hair, tangling in the strands as I pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

Jungkook responds with a soft sigh, his lips parting slightly, inviting me in. Our tongues meet in a slow, sensual dance, exploring each other with a hunger that transcends words. The kiss deepens, becoming a passionate exchange of emotions and desires, a silent conversation that speaks volumes.

I can feel the steady beat of Jungkook's heart against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own pulse. The world outside may be in chaos, but in this moment, there is only us—two souls intertwined in a kiss that feels like coming home. Time seems to stretch, the kiss becoming an eternity, a stolen moment of bliss that leaves us both breathless and wanting more.

When we finally pull away, our breaths mingling in the air.

In the dimness that followed the abrupt power outage, Jungkook's voice cut through the sudden silence, his words trailing off in the darkness. "I'm sorry if-" he began, but the sentence hung in the air, abruptly interrupted by the blackout.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I fumbled in the dark, desperately searching for my phone. "Fuck," I muttered, realizing the futility of the attempt.

“Bri, where are you?" Jungkook called out, his voice tense in the darkness.

My hands reached out, seeking his in the pitch-black void. "I'm looking for my phone. It should be here somewhere," I explained, patting the couch in vain.

"Can you give me your phone?" I asked, hoping for a glimmer of light to guide us through the oppressive darkness.

"I forgot it at home," he admitted with a nonchalant shrug, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. "I rushed here! It's your fault!" he defended himself.

"How could you just leave without it?" I questioned, genuine disbelief coloring my tone. The realization that we were stranded without any source of light intensified the surreal nature of the situation. A deafening thunderclap reverberated through the house, adding an extra layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. "Fuck, that was a big one," I remarked, my nerves on edge.

Finally, Jungkook's hands found mine, and he grasped my hand firmly, ensuring we moved in the same direction. The house enveloped us in impenetrable darkness, and my thoughts raced, thinking how we just kissed but we act like nothing happend.

Breaking the uneasy silence, I suggested, "My iPad is in my room. Let's get there to have some light."

"Don't you have flashlights?" Jungkook inquired, his grip on my hand tightening, revealing a touch of vulnerability.

"I took them out about an hour ago, but I have no idea where I put them," I admitted with a sigh, frustration lacing my words.

"Damn, Bri," Jungkook sighed, a subtle chuckle escaping him.

"Hey, you left your phone at home," I retorted, a laugh bubbling up in response to the irony of our predicament.

“Lead the way then,” Jungkook sighed, and we navigated cautiously through the darkness, the air thick with tension. Suddenly, a soft bump resonated through the space, and I winced. “Be careful,” he urged, his hands now assisting me in ascending the stairs.

Reaching the second floor, I extended my arms, feeling for familiar surroundings. The second floor has my room, a guest bathroom, my parent’s room and a guest room. Mine is right next to the stairs.

"Here," I announced, finding my bedroom door. Inside, my fingers fumbled on the nightstand, searching for my iPad. "Damn it, I forgot to charge it. It only has 10%," I exclaimed in frustration. When I looked up, Jungkook's big doe eyes met mine, and I felt a strange warmth despite the chilly darkness.

"I can't believe it," he mumbled, plopping on the bed and reaching for the iPad to illuminate the room.

"I don't really use it," I defended myself.

"Good excuse," he teased, scanning the room with the makeshift light. His attention shifted to a framed photo on my dresser. "That's you?" he asked, pointing to a picture with me and Avery.

I nodded, picking up the photo. "Yeah, next to me is Avery."

He wore an impressed expression. "You sure had a glow-up. How old is this?"

"Like five years ago?" I guessed, placing the photo back on the nightstand.

"And you're..." I realized I hadn't shared my age.

"20," I quickly added, feeling a sudden twinge of self-consciousness.

"Aw, you were just 15," he smiled, studying my face.

"Yeah, and ugly and dumb," I self-deprecated.

"Hey! Don't say that! Now you're just not ugly," he teased, his characteristic smirk on full display.

"What the hell?" I playfully pushed him, and he burst into laughter.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he reassured, still chuckling.

"Sure," I sighed, opening the wardrobe to grab a hoodie. The room seemed to grow colder, prompting me to put it on.

"You cold?" He asked, looking over at me.

"A bit," I admitted, biting my lip.

“Damn.” Jungkook muttered, his gaze lingering on me as I pulled the hoodie over my head. The dim light from the iPad cast subtle shadows on his face, emphasizing the uncertainty in his expression.

I caught the hint of something unspoken in the air, prompting me to break the silence. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. I sit next to him now laying down, covering myself in the blanket.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Just thinking about how crazy tonight has been. I mean, I came here on a storm, we went from a blackout to searching for an iPad in the dark.”

I chuckled, the tension easing a bit. “Yeah, it’s been quite the adventure.”

He lays down next to me.

His eyes met mine, a flicker of something more intense passing between us. “And there’s that,” he added, his voice softer now.

“What do you mean?” I inquired, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Moving myself completely to face him.

“You know,” he started, choosing his words carefully. “The kiss. It happened, and now we’re here in the dark, and it’s like it never did.”

I felt my cheeks warm, the memory of our unexpected kiss replaying in my mind. “Yeah, about that,” I began, unsure where the conversation would lead.

He cut me off with a gentle smile. “I’m not complaining. Just trying to wrap my head around it.”

“Do you wan-“ He cuts me off.

.“I don’t know. Do you want to play 20 Questions or something to pass the time.” He seems very agitated.

“Sure, why not?” I agreed, eager to divert our thoughts. I try to not show how i really feel about just getting over the kiss subject.

“Okay, first question: Where did you grow up?”

His expression shifted momentarily, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. “Seoul,” he replied vaguely, not offering more details. “You?” He asks curiously.

“Brooklyn.” I sensed his reluctance to delve into the topic, so I changed course. “My parents actually moved to another state a while ago. It’s been strange not having them around.”

Jungkook looked genuinely interested. “Really? Why’d they move?”

“Work,” I explained. “They found better opportunities, and I guess they wanted a change of scenery. It’s just me here now.”

His eyes softened with understanding, and I could tell he wanted to ask more.

Instead, I diverted the conversation to his parents.

“And your folks? What about them?”

I noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor, a guardedness that hadn’t been there before

“They’re around,” he replied vaguely, avoiding eye contact.

I sensed his reluctance and decided not to press further. “Fair enough.

“I’ve been wondering about Ander- If you wanna talk about it. Like how’d you two met and how did you start a freaking band?” He asks, his eyes searching for mine.

“Ander’s been my friend since high school. We both had this crazy obsession with old music, and we bonded over that,” she began, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “He initiated that we should make a ‘band,’ and I’d be the lead singer while he’d be the guitarist. He was really talented, playing all day in school, driving teachers crazy. He’s still good, but, you know, people change who they are, not their capabilities.”

Jungkook, his eyes reflecting genuine interest, listened carefully to her story. Brianna, embracing the newfound openness between them, decided to steer the conversation toward Jungkook’s passions.

“Let’s get over that topic,” she chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Tell me, aside from music, what are your other passions or hobbies?”

Jungkook, a plushie of a cat in hand, smiled as he confessed, “Well, I’m into photography.”

“Really?” Brianna’s curiosity sparked, and she straightened on the bed.

“Yeah, I like capturing moments, you know? I’d love to take pictures of you one day,” he said, his smile accompanied by a playful wink.

“If I let you,” she replied, giggling. “Have you ever traveled outside of the US?”

“Yeah, um, I went to almost every country in europe with my family, we stayed like 2 days in each for the summer break when i was in 11th grade. I loved Santorini.”

“Wow. Impressive. So you’re rich rich.” she elbows him. Actually, she was so much impressed than she showed him.

“My parents are, yeah, not me.” He corrects, modesty in his tone.

“Yeah but-“ I got cut off by him again.“You? Have you traveled?”

“Only in some states where i have my aunts or uncles.” I pout and get jealous of how much he’s seen.

“If you could change one decision from your past, what would it be and why?” I ask.

Jungkook paused, then confessed, “I think there’s a part of me that wishes I had pursued music more passionately from the beginning. I held back a bit out of fear.”

I remain silent as I take the cat from

his hand.

“What’s your biggest dream, Brianna?” Jungkook now looks at the cat but his eyes shift to mine, looking for truth.

“To make people feel connected to my music, to make people feel happy, feel sad, party to it, cry to it, to have thousands of people coming to watch me sing for them.”

“Well i’ll tell you a secret, i’m from the future and what you said it’s gonna happen.”

“Come on.” I laugh and punch his arm lightly. “Ok now me again.” I pause and think. “If you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?”

“Such a “What to ask on a first date” from Wikihow or Buzz Feed kind of stuff question.”

“Fuck off!” they laughed, playful shoves exchanged. “Tell me!” I keep pushing him.

“Ok ok, Elvis Presley. I absolutely adore that man’s music.”

I nod, trying to find someone I’d go to dinner with. “I’d go with Freddy Mercury”

He looks at the ipad that now has

1% “Good choice. Hey, this is about to die.”

“We also don’t have internet connection or signal to see when we’ll get the power back.”

I sigh. Does that mean he’s gonna spend the night? I question myself.

“So lucky of us.” I sigh and look at him

again.

“Yeah.” he shrugs and when the Ipad finally ends it life, we stay in the darkness.

"I'm so bored," Jungkook announces, his voice echoing the monotony of the dark room.

"What's your body count?" I blurt out, surprising even myself with the sudden boldness.

"Damn, straight forward, huh?" he giggles, the dimness concealing the sly grin on his face. "I don't know, I don't count them."

"Approximately. Like you gotta know," I insist, pushing for a hint of revelation.

"I really don't know. You tell me," he challenges, turning the tables on me.

"I'm not telling you," I assert, maintaining a semblance of mystery.

"Why should I then?" he counters, his playful defiance hanging in the air.

"Fair," I sigh, but just as the silence begins to settle, Jungkook decides to unravel a bit of his own mystery. "It's around 15."

Leaning in, I tease, "Oh, I expected much more."

"Do I look like such a fuckboy? Don't answer that," he injects, his tone suddenly serious, only to be met with an eruption of laughter from me. He continues: "Even 15 is much. I wish it was like 2 or 3."

"Yeah, it may not be the best number, but still better than a lot of guys. Mine is 2," I confesses, revealing a surprising layer of vulnerability.

"Boyfriends?" He inquires, sensing there might be more to this story.

"Myeah," I acknowledge with a casual nod.

"I see. Have you ever… had anything with Ander?" Jungkook probes, curious about the dynamics between us.

"Hell no," I asserts "Well, he tried many times, but I friendzoned him until he got over and started liking other girls. He also tried to kiss me but nothing more. If he tried anything else… well, let's just say I'd be singing alone all the time."

"I see," He respond, the room now buzzing with a different energy, laughter and revelations dancing in the dimness. He stays silent a bit before continues in a low voice: “Do you have kinks?”

My hand trembled slightly as I took a sip of water, trying to mask my surprise at Jungkook's unexpected turn in the conversation. His chuckle cut through the awkwardness like a lifeline, and he leaned back, a playful glint in his eyes.

"If you're going to ask me such a personal question, it's only fair I get to ask you one in return," he declared, raising an eyebrow as if challenging me.

"Only if you spill first," I countered, unwilling to let him off the hook.

"I asked first," he retorted, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't care," I shot back, determination in my tone.

"Me neither," he sighed, his gaze holding mine in a playful standoff. The room fell into a sudden, uncomfortable silence, amplifying the sound of tree branches scraping against the house and the howling wind outside. It was still dark.

"When the iPad died, it was around 10 pm," I mumbled, my attempt to bridge the gap with a practical detail.

A wry smile played on Jungkook's lips, his eyes holding a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And now? Any guesses?"

I shook my head, realizing the absurdity of trying to estimate time in the pitch-black darkness. "No idea. Feels like we've been here forever."

He chuckled, a sound that carried a subtle reassurance. "Time flies, especially when you're in the dark with someone interesting."

A playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I navigated the intriguing twists of our conversation. "So you think I'm interesting," I remarked, my smile lingering even though he couldn't see it.

He responded with a sly challenge, delving into a more personal territory. "I might think that if you tell me if you have kinks. I really think everyone does. I was thinking about it some time ago, discovered mine recently."

A mischievous idea crossed my mind. "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

"I don't want to; I asked first."

"And I don't care you asked first."

"Fuck, Brianna, what do I gotta do to make you say it?" he sighed, frustration evident as he let his head fall onto the pillow.

"Are you really that curious?" I teased, the dim room masking the playful glint in my eyes.

"Fuck yeah, now I am!" he exclaimed.

I pat his arm until I feel his hand, it was big, if you might add, and veiny, full of tattoos, even tho i couldnt see them, i knew they were there.

"You have a... hand kink?" He inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, if that's how you call it, then yes."

I confess.

"What exactly do you like about hands?" He now sounds serious and curious, like he really wants to know.

"They're hot. I just... they're hot," I admitted, and as his gaze met mine, I found myself captivated by the intensity in his eyes.

"Do you think mine are?" he whispered, a vulnerability underlying the question.

"Well, I do," I replied, almost hesitating. His hand found my waist, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through me.

"What do you like, Jungkook?" I asked, the air between us charged with anticipation.

"Hmm, everything, especially you."

“W-what.” I whisper as he gets on top of me. I feel our bodies lean closer together, the heat between us rising with each breath. I run my fingers through Jungkook's hair, caressing his neck and tracing his shoulders. I draw him closer, his lips just moments away from meeting mine. Our lips finally meet, the passion finally released, our tongues mingling in an intimate dance. His hand squeezes mine, the other hand running down my body to my waist. I draw him closer, our bodies tangled intimately. I feel like I’m kissing him for the first time, even if I’m not.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into my eyes, both of us breathless. "Is this okay?" he asked, seeking affirmation for more than just the kiss.

"It's more than okay," I assured him.

"I really like you, Bri," he confessed, his hand gently caressing my face.

"I like you too," I finally admitted, and before he could say anything else, I pulled him into another deep kiss. Fingers entwined in his soft, fragrant hair, our connection deepening with each passing moment.

Suddenly, when everything was almost too perfect, we hear a loud beep, tv starts playing downstairs, the room now being all bright again, outside you couldn’t hear anything anymore. the storm has stopped. lucky us.

My heart raced as I pushed him away, the sudden intensity leaving an awkward tension in the room. "Now that's cringe," I mumbled, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Really?," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. He reached for my face, planting a small, lingering kiss on my swollen lips. Laughter escaped him, and confusion etched my features.

"W-what? Why are you laughing?" I stammered, feeling a surge of insecurity.

"Your cheeks, and nose, and forehead—you're blushing so hard," he chuckled. Before I could protest, he gently pushed me back onto the pillow, peppering my face with soft pecks.

"H-Hey!" I managed to utter between giggles, his kisses playfully tickling every inch of my blushing face. He finally stopped, getting up with a mischievous smile.

"Let's go downstairs," he suggested. I gathered myself, taking off my hoodie, revealing a simple tank top and sweatpants. As I left the room, the familiar sounds of a Brooklyn 99 episode echoed through the house. Retrieving my phone, I noticed a slew of messages and the late hour, now reaching 10 o'clock.

"It's late. I think I'll just leave now. When should I come for rehearsals? Also… I'll bring your clothes tomorrow," Jungkook said.

"No problem, maybe, uhh… like 1 pm?" I suggested, my newfound awkwardness betraying the earlier intensity.

"Right. I'll be there," he agreed. Cupping my face, he planted a final soft kiss on my lips. "Take care."

"You too," I replied, closing the door behind him. The weight of the moment lingered, and I couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. Oh my god.

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TY FOR WRITING THE BRAT TAMER LUCA FIC I REQUESTED THE FIC WAS YUMMY. NOW I'D LIKE TO ORDER A DOMMY MOMMY SCARLE X FEM READER. pls take ur time don't rush yourself <3

Also can i be your 💤 anon?

Author's note: AAA YW I WAS WORRIED IT WASNT ALL THAT GOOD... and ty everytime a new req comes in I feel the need to hurry and finish the prev requests bc I dont want anyone waiting 😭😭 and ofc tysm 💤 anon <33

Summary: You've had a crush on Scarle for the longest time, but never said anything. You're willing to do just about anything for her, so when she asks you to "help" her with something, you do it without hesitation. Contains: nsfw content, eating out, x fem reader (sub), dommy scarle, praising

Your undying loyalty to SCARLE YONAGUNI is infinite. You were willing to do anything for her. If she dropped something on the floor, you were quick to pick it up. She needed assistance with a chore, you'd practically do it for her. She never asked anything of you, and it made you all the more fall in love.

Scarle was on a whole different level than you. On a platform much higher than yours. She is the enchantress. Now how exactly...

Were you laying on her bed, back arched, legs shaking, arousal evident between your legs, mouth shaped like the letter "o", moaning like a whore as Scarle devours your cunt like it's a first class meal?

Scarle must've noticed all the times your eyes raked over her body, taking in all her curves. How your eyes would flame with slight lust and affection for her only to be chased away by your own rationality. How when your hand touched hers, you'd jolt away, cheeks flushing. How when you spoke with her, you were struggling with dear life to keep your eyes on her face instead of the... assets that seem to be calling you.

Scarle must've noticed these things already. She would have never thought someone would be so devoted to her, and it made her warm all over. So she figured she could ask one tiny favor from you.

"Can you help an enchantress out?" She asked, innocently.

"Of course!" You quickly replied, eyes bright. Scarle chuckled to herself, her gaze softening. You were like a cute lovesick puppy. "What can I help you with?"

She cocked her head to the side, a smirk growing on her face. "I'll show you." Scarle took your hand, causing your gave to erupt with warmth, as she guided you to her bedroom wordlessly.

You entered her bedroom hesitantly because how in heaven's name were you even allowed to be in her safe haven? You surveyed your surroundings with awe, thinking, 'This is where she writes. This is where she sleeps.' And Scarle watched you, her gaze glowing as she examined your figure.

You began to turn back towards her. "So what was it-"

You yelped as a force pushes you back onto her bed, landing on your back. You pushed yourself up on your elbows to find Scarle already between your legs, smiling.

"Enchantress," you started, gasping. "What ate you-?"

She shushed you, curling her finger around the waistband of your pants and pulling down slowly, revealing your skin. "I'm so stressed. I need something to distract me for a couple of hours."

You audibly gulped, shaking slightly. "Enchantress..."

"What's wrong?" Scarle paused, the slow revealing halted. Her eyes flashed with worry. "I'm sorry, did I-?"

"Don't apologize! I..." You bit your lip, squirming. With your squirming, your pants lowered, showing more of your thighs. "I really want you."

Scarle giggled against her leg, peeling off the cloth and discarding it to the side. She pressed a finger against your clothed core, and you shivered. "You're already so wet. All for me? You're too sweet."

As she massaged your clit, rubbing circles, she sucked on your soft thighs, leaving behind red marks. Your breaths quivered, eyes fluttering shut only to open once more. You couldn't believe that the Scarle Yonaguni was currently in between your thighs, marking you and claiming you as your own already. After all these years, you wouldn't have ever thought...

"Please," you whimpered, chest heaving. Your thighs hugged her head just a tad. "I want you so bad, Enchantress."

"Oh baby," Scarle cooed, her sharp nails tracing your thigh. "Call me Scarle. And you'll have to beg harder than that."

You hesitated for a moment, gnawing on the side of your cheek. "Please... Scarle, I need you so bad."

"Need me? Need me to do what?" She asked, hooking her finger around your panties, but not tugging like you want to.

You whined, tilting your hips toward her just a tad. "Need your... mouth on me, please Scarle."

Scarle ripped your panties with just a finger, eliciting a yelp from you. Throwing your legs over her shoulders, she blows against you, causing you to clench onto nothing. "Oh, you're such a needy little thing. It's okay sweetheart, I'll take care of you."

Scarle wasted no time opening you up like a present made just for her. She pinched your pearl and you twitch, a soft moan spilling from your lips. Her fingers swirl around it, gathering your arousal and spreading it all around. Scarle teased your hole, sliding the tip of your finger inside, but not the entire digit like you had so craved.

"Scarle," you whined.

"What's the matter, baby?" Scarle asked, popping the finger into her mouth and groaning at the taste. "Oh god, you taste so good..."

You opened your mouth to respond but Scarle unexpectantly shoves her face into your pussy. You cry out as she attacks your clit with such hunger. Her tongue lapping up your juices and prodding your hole almost viciously. Her finger enters your hole instead, fingering you quickly.

"You taste so delicious," Scarle moans into your pussy, nose bumping your sensitive spot. Your hands dig into the bedsheets, head thrown back in ecstasy as you clamp your thighs around her head. "Oh, just like that darling. Just..."

Scarle eats you like there's no tomorrow. You came twice already, fat tears staining your face as you chant her name over and over again, along with sobs of "it's too much" and you tried to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Scarle is overstimulating you like crazy, praising you about how good you are for her.

"Stay still love, I'm not finished yet," she murmurs against your flesh. Scarle yanks you somehow closer, hands a death grip on you as she presses you against the mattress. "Mm... just be a good girl and let me get the help I oh so deserve, isn't that right?"

"Y-yes Sca-rle," you stutter, your hair clinging to your face and a bright flush on your cheeks. You look like a hot mess right now, so obedient for the Enchantress. It spurs her on further, her greedy mouth attached to your sex.

You feel the knot in your stomach pulled taut, the incoming orgasm clear. The heat pools in between your legs as you moan shamelessly, crying out Scarle's name as you came directly into her mouth once more. Scarle eagerly swallows it all, cleaning you quite nicely with a soft moan herself. The heat between her own legs was unbearable, rubbing her legs together for friction.

You place your hand over your forehead, breathing hard. You are so fucked our of your mind, no words could be stringed together to make a sentence.

"Just one more favor, darling," you hear Scarle's voice say, and you glance down at her. She crawls on top of you, lustful eyes pinning you still. Scarle captures your mouth in a kiss, and you whimper as you taste yourself on her lips.

"What is it?" You whisper, your exhaustion thrown out the window.

Scarle hums approvingly, removing her clothes with ease before shifting her attention back to you. She crawls further up, her ass hovering over your chest. Suddenly it clicks. You know what she wants.

Your hands seize her thighs and you nod your head in affirmation. She slowly lowers herself onto your face and you instantly have a fucking field day tasting that meal you've been dying to have since day one.

"Good fucking girl," Scarle gasps, riding your face hard. Your face is a mess as you sloppily move your tongue against her, eager to please. "That's it, that's my good little toy..."

As a thank you, you don't hesitate even once making her cum all over face several times. The best thing you could ever ask for.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #nijien #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #scarle yonaguni #Scarle yonaguni smut #Iluna #Iluna smut #iluna x reader #nijisanji iluna

[the-s1lly-corner]

An stressed and extremely explosive reader x Kinger, Caine and Ragatha. (The old hags trio haha) let me explain it to ya

Reader is always stressed because of they are pratically stuck in a digital world with (supossedly) no way out, so instead of freaking out and/or getting slowly insane, Reader is very agressive and explosive all the time.

Especially in IHA, because they have to bare the fact that they need to pass through "stressing" situation who sometimes could be a near-abstraction experience.

Everytime reader gets too stressed because of something, Reader explodes and they are screaming around or with the cause of the problem if its a person (AHEM, JAX-) and only calms down when they are stopped by others or when they spend some time alone.

Anyways i just basically wants to see how would they react seeing reader have something similar to female & male rage moment.

(if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this request, and im very sorry for making you uncomfortable if thats the case).

- 🐈

Caine, Kinger, and Ragatha w/ a reader who blows up!

WEEEE speed running this request before i have to pop my macarons into the oven eheheheheheh i think i might write itward stuff tonight but idk!! need me some ideas for itward stuff when in doubt for gifs use slime mmm mmm yummy

CAINE:

he can and he WILL put an immediate pause on the current IHA when he sees its making you really overwhelmed. he may even dismiss the entire event just to make sure youre okay; you mean so much to him and if youre getting this close to abstraction just from getting upset hes going to be there for you. i think it would actually make him tone down the intensity of IHAs , at least a little bit... he doesnt really know what qualifies as "too much" so please be patient with him!

makes sure to do everything he can to help; want him to go away? hes already launching himself to the other side of the grounds. need him to talk to you? hes going to be saying whatever you need him to say for as long as you need him to. very nice very silly i love him chews

RAGATHA:

similar to the other two she takes you off to the side, probably takes you to her room or yours and lets you work your own feelings out however you need to get them out. this isnt the first time youve have an outburst, but it doesnt make the glitching any less scary. tries to calm you down with her voice, giving you things to squish and mess with.. just as long as youre not hurting yourself she wont intervene with your method of calming down. very sweet about it. if youre anything like me, then youre probably going to be tired afterwards, and she will let you sleep. will crawl into bed with you if you want here around, if not shes going to respect that... if it was someone who riled you up shes going to make sure they get an earful, as well as keeps a closer eye on that person when theyre interacting with you because she doesnt want you to be this miserable all the time

KINGER:

nearly dies when he sees your body momentarily glitch, well at least as close as he can to dying in that moment. hes immediately rushing to you and talking a mile a minute trying to ask if youre okay, which admittedly probably makes you snap at him. overstimulation is one hell of a thing, but as long as you explain yourself and apologize when youre in a better place then its going to work itself out. kinger tries to take you off to the side, away from whatevr it is that was upsetting you. be it an IHA or another circus member, hes going to take you into his pillow fort and leave you be. he waits outside by its entrance, anxiously waiting for you to give him the go ahead to enter... very stressed out man he wants more than anything to comfort you and talk you through it but he knows you need alone time during times like this

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader

[b1mb0y]

Dazai x GN!Childish!Reader (Fluff)

Request: Hey there! Can you write dazai x childish reader (not in a bad way tho they are just cute) they are kind but sarcastic but they are secretly very emotional. Thank you soo much 😍

Characters - Dazai x Childish!Reader, Kunkida (mentioned)Summary - Headcanons of Dazai with a childish s/o

Genre - Fluff

Format - Headcanons Word count - 538 Warnings - Not proofread, I was very sleepy when I finished this so expect more than one mistake somewhere, Dazai has another near-death experience, but we gloss over that! Y/N cries, I accidentally made the reader a bit of a tsundere... Short, Most likely OOC Dazai, Dazai spoiling you a shit ton, Y’all bully Kunikida, Nicknames used (Bella, Belladonna) Pretty corny moment at the end, There’s actually no *real* warnings tbh, js fluff. A/N - First writing post on this blog, yay! I’m so sorry if this ends up being too OOC. A lot is going on rn, so I don’t have the time to properly look over this. Tbh, this comforted me as I was writing this, so hopefully it'll have the same effect on someone else out there. Constructive criticism is welcomed!

He loves you so much.

He saw right through your sarcasm and knew you were emotional from the beginning

You two were getting along naturally when you first met him

You guys clicked perfectly

You would ramble to him about your interests subconsciously one day and when you catch yourself he insisted you keep going.

He was the first person to not poke fun at you for your "childish" interests!

You fell in love with him right then and there /hj

Knowing how emotional you are deep down, Dazai took it as a challenge!

Slowly but surely, he tore down the walls you built and found his way to your heart. (aw :'))

You tried to distance yourself from him to try to keep your guard

But you end up missing him and always find yourself close to him again

He would be participating in your shenanigans, you would participate in his. Win-win!

One of his favorite activities to do with you is to mess with Kunikida of course!

Dazai’s already a handful for Kunikida but now you’ve joined forces… oh boy this poor man is never gonna catch a break…

He’s gotta be on the watch for any pranks you two placed specially for him.

He can never avoid them. No matter how hard he tries.

Poor Kuni… it’s so funny though. You and Dazai are laughing, even as Kunikida yells at you.

Outside of the ADA…

The first time he saw you get emotional?

He came back home from a long mission, a mission that almost killed him!

When he walked in, the first thing he saw was his sweet, sweet belladonna crying on the sofa.

He didn't waste a second rushing over to you and asking what was wrong

Before he could process it, you were already on top of him, hugging him with all your might!

"I-I missed you s'much Samu..." You sniffled into his chest

His eyes were slightly wide, but he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He coo'ed(?) at your words and gently rubbed at your back, allowing you to let it all out.

"I know, Bella, I know..." He smiled down at you

Once you come back to your senses and notice how your tears soaked his shirt, you feel so embarrassed

"You- *sniffle* -you'd better not go around telling people this! I'll... I'll kill you if you do!"

He promises to not tell anyone and keeps his promise.

Everytime you allow yourself to get emotional around him, his heart melts!

He's so proud of you for opening up to him, and he's so proud of himself for being a good lover!

He never judges you at all! In fact, he can be childish himself sometimes.

You wanna go on a shopping spree for plushies? He’s absolutely giddy! Holding your hand and buying whatever you want!

He gets jealous when you cuddle the plushies instead of him though

He’ll happily go with you to arcades, amusement parks!

He spoils you so rotten

A late night together would probably be you two eating popcorn, snuggling against one another, and binge-watching a marathon of a random cartoon show as you two drift off to sleep.

I want what y’all have lmfao

#b1mb0y.post #b1mb0y.writing #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fluff #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #dazai x reader fluff #dazai x gender neutral reader #dazai x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai

[imaginefan]

Be Better

Tyler Lockwood X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 820

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a story about reader asking Tyler out on a date but he is a jerk to her cause he can't help himself and tries to get reader to figure him? But she isn't sure if she can trust him? (You know cause in season 1 Tyler was a bit of a jerk), or however you'd like to do it. So this is way before when he isn't a werewolf. Thank you advance !

Why did you think that it would be any different? People had warned you about Tyler the first time that you met him but up until this point he had proved them all wrong, he was nice to you, always checked in with you and honestly you had fallen for him hard. You decided that you were going to ask him on a date and that went better than you thought. What had gone wrong was the date itself, you had run into a couple of his friends who commented that you weren’t his usual pick and he decided to play along with them instead of sticking up for you. You pushed through the rest of the date not that it was anything like you thought it would be and then you went home.

Now you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for bed, you trying to decide what it was that you wanted to do, whether it was worth giving him another chance if he asked for one. At this point it didn’t matter to you so you instead got into bed placing your phone face down on your bedside table and going to sleep. The rest of the weekend was spent with you trying to forget what had happened on Friday night but it was all worthless when you went back to school, with no texts from Tyler you assumed that he was done with you and you’d just have to deal with it.

The first time that you saw him you were walking to you locker, he was standing with Matt, he did look at you and waved but you didn’t acknowledge him instead you grabbed everything that you needed before heading to your homeroom. Only 10 minutes later did you get a text message from him.

I messed up didn’t I?

Again you ignored him, you didn’t actually have any classes together except for the one before lunch, you packed everything up and got ready to leave but as you turned to the corner to head back to your locker, someone grabbed you pulling you into an empty classroom. “You're avoiding me.” Tyler said. “Not very well apparently.” You muttered as you stepped away from him which he allowed. “What happened? I thought that everything went well.” He frowned. “Yeah, if teasing me with all of your friends was the goal, it feels more like a joke than a date.” You decided on honesty if you were going to be angry at him then he would know why. “I didn’t mean that.” He said. “I know that.” You frowned. “Then what’s going on?” He asked. “Tyler I’m not going to date you if I have to hide from your friends to save you image, I’m not going to be teased everytime that they catch us together. It doesn’t matter how much I like you, I won’t suffer that… Would you?” You asked. “No.” He answered. “I didn’t think so.” You turned and left the room after that, he didn’t stop you, he had things to make up for after all.

“So what are you going to do about (Y/N)?” Matt asked. “What?” Tyler looked at him. “How are you going to fix it?” He asked. “None of your business.” Tyler answered. “Alright dude, I'm just saying that she’s probably the best person that you’ve been interested in so I'll be mad at you if you let her slip away.” Matt shrugged as he watched you talk to one of your friends before disappearing out of sight. “I messed up pretty bad.” Tyler admitted. “Yeah you can be a jerk sometimes.” Matt teased. “Thanks man.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, all I’m saying is maybe if you just admitted it and showed her that you are serious about being better, it might work.” Matt suggested. “Yeah whatever man.” Tyler waved him off.

After school you started your walk home when Tyler pulled up beside you “can I drop you home, I want to talk to you about something.” He said, you thought about it for a second and finally walked over to the passenger side opening the door and getting in. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked. “I’m going to prove to you that it’s going to be different, I know what I did wasn’t… I’m a jerk and I am going to make it up to you, I don't expect you to believe me now but give me a chance to prove it to you.” He pleaded. “How?” You asked. “Well first we’re going to redo the first date and then you can decide whether you want a second one.” He answered as he pulled up to your house. “When?” You asked. “Friday?” He suggested. “Friday.” You nodded. “Really?” He asked. “Don't mess this up.” You warned him before getting out of the car and going into your house.

Requests and general question!

#the vampire diaries one shot #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #tyler lockwood one shot #tyler lockwood imagine #tyler lockwood #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

[booklin]

KBTBB High School Headcanons!

Eisuke - I’d say Eisuke probably had straight A’s without trying. He was every girl's crush at school. All of the teachers loved him, giving their best reviews on report cards. Though, didn't have many friends, despite talking to a school day’s worth of people. The people he did call friends were just those he believed would benefit him in the future. You know the anime, “Haven’t you heard? I’m Sakamoto” basically, he’s a kid who’s perfect. Always ten steps ahead, girls love him, guys respect him, teachers admire his grades, that type of thing. That’s Eisuke. He avoids conflict and is always a step ahead. Pop quiz? He knew about it a week before.

Soryu - When you first see him you think he’s a bully, which is attractive in a way. Turns out he’s just a quiet kid, though there’s definitely an abnormal strength about him. The person everyone fights to get on their team during gym class. Decent grades, probably would get a B in math if it weren’t for the teacher being scared of him. I can imagine him holding a lot of pain in, especially with his home life. Unapproachable, to say the least. Only has one or two friends at most but keeps everyone at arm's length. He’s, surprisingly, not the fighting type however I can see him getting into one fight if he saw a girl being bullied.

Shuichi - Him and Eisuke are constantly battling for top marks. Everytime one gets an A- the other mocks them for the entire week. Unlike Eisuke, Shuichi actually studies. Some could argue he doesn’t need too, but still does. His desk is always clean, and his notes are perfect. The teachers always entrust responsibilities to him. They even joke about having him as the principal when he’s older. Probably the type of kid that puts a lot of pressure on himself. That, and he just grew up having high expectations set on him. Doesn’t date. At all. He denies every girl that tries. Has been labeled as an “impossible catch”. Believes studies comes first and would break his concentration.

Ota - Ota is the popular kid. Everyone’s friends with him. He’s always hanging out with someone. One day it’s the drama club, the next it’s the art club. Did I mention the art teacher loves him? He doesn’t do the best academically, but his art teacher is so impressed, she offers to write a college recommendation letter. Again, everyone loves him. He’s the type of person a fight would break out over in the cafeteria, because everyone wants him at their table. Between him and Eisuke, the girls can’t decide who they want to date first.

Baba - Baba is the playboy all the girls warn each other about. At last, between his dashing smile and adoring personality, almost every girl has fallen for him once. People probably think he rides a motorcycle. He doesn’t, still, he gives off friends to lovers vibes. Despite his efforts, he always gets dumped due to his flirtatious nature. If anyone were to get pregnant during high school, the chances of him being the dad are 9/10. Quite responsible though. Takes accountability and helps his girlfriend through it. Supports her decision and promises to marry her, if that’s what she wants.

Mamoru - Mamoru is the kid who barely anyone knows. He sits next to you yet, if someone asked, you’d deny that he was in your class. He’s either not in class or sleeping/barely paying attention. They call him “Big Bromoru” because he acts like everyone’s big brother. “Shouldn’t you be doin your homework instead of talkin in the halls, eh?” Literally to random people in the hallway. Though, for some reason, it makes him admirable. No one dares say anything rude back, knowing they’d have the whole school as a target. He’s respected by all the kids there, even if he isn’t very noticeable.

#kbtbb eisuke #eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder eisuke #kbtbb soryu #soryu oh #kbtbb ota #ota kisaki #kbtbb baba #baba mitsunari #kbtbb shuichi #shuichi hishikura #kbtbb mamoru #mamoru kishi #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb #kbtbb headcanon #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage games #voltage fanfic #voltage headcanon #voltage love 365 #love 365

[viviennevermillion]

Hellooo! I’d like to request a Leona x reader with the prompt “redamancy” I really need some loving at the moment and this just sounds very cute! Feel free to decline if you can’t come up with something :)

redamancy [n.]

notes: thanks for the request, Leona loves you! I hope this makes you feel loved! Also last 4 requests in my inbox I'm gonna do a little out of order since I'm currently experiencing Leona brainrot anyway so this is easier for me to write 🧡

redamancy [n.]: loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

contains: leona kingscholar x gn!reader

warnings: none

Usually Leona Kingscholar was not someone who went out of his way to do anything that wasn't necessary. He went to class when people kept bugging him, would help out when the school required it; like during the incident of the ghost bride intending to marry Idia Shroud and the rest of the day Leona would sleep in his room or the botanical garden, preferably being held in your arms.

However Leona didn't want you to grow bored of him. He knew you'd appreciate it if once in a while he'd do something nice for you and would bring some variety into your relationship, so he had told Ruggie to bring your dinner to his room and had set up a little picnic blanket on top of the roof at the dorm to watch the sunset with you. Leona helped you up on the roof and gave you a quick forehead kiss. You gave him a hug and buried your face in his shirt, mumbling a thank you before sitting down on the blanket with him and letting your eyes wander over the food he had brought. "That plate is literally filled with nothing but meat", you raised your eyebrow at him. "I didn't bring you here to question my taste", he grumbled and let his teeth sink into a big chunk of meat. "You're as elegant as ever", you chuckled and stared off to the horizon, enjoying the colors of the sky as the sun slowly set while eating your own food.

Leona smirked at you with his usual teasing grin. "Well, one day when you become royalty I don't want you to feel that much pressure so I'm setting the bar very low", he poked your sides, "aren't I gracious?" You rolled your eyes. "You're starting to sound like Crowley." But you couldn't help but smile at the fact that he just essentially admitted that one day he wanted to marry you. Leona Kingscholar had no intention of letting you go. And even though you could see that he was sometimes afraid you'd be taken away from him or chose to leave him for someone else; you loved him just as much and weren't planning to leave his side anytime soon.

He also looked at the sunset now. "The one at home is even prettier", he stated, "I'll show it to you sometime." You smirked at him. "Are you going to introduce me to your family then as well?" Leona groaned. "Can't we rent a hotel room instead? I can get us a VIP lounge with a jacuzzi", he argued, "I really don't want to put up with my nephew bothering us all day and my brother expecting me to dress all dolled up and princely." You pulled out your phone and showed him your wallpaper, a picture you took of him after the fairies' spring festival. "Too bad", you said, "you'd look absolutely stunning." He chuckled and smirked at you: "Still having this photo as your background? You really can't get enough of me herbivore, huh?"

You brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "I could answer that question but I have been told I shouldn't feed your ego that much", you retorted and Leona just shrugged. "You feed my ego everytime you kiss me."

"Perhaps you should get fewer kisses then", you teased him, prompting Leona to lean forward and pull you closer by your waist. "In your dreams herbivore", he whispered and gently nibbled on your lower lip until you kissed him back, his tail flicking slightly. He almost plopped himself down on your lap and then nuzzled your cheek. You reached for his ears and started rubbing them gently, causing Leona to snuggle closer to you and purr quietly. "Love you, herbivore", he mumbled and closed his eyes, smiling happily. You kissed his forehead. "I love you too, Leona", you replied and linked your fingers with his.

You loved how soft the fur on his ears was and how he'd bury his face in your neck and relax into your embrace everytime you decided to scratch them. Soon enough Leona had fallen asleep in your arms. I thought we were supposed to watch the sunset...., you sighed and gave your boyfriend another kiss to his temple. You looked around, noticing how at some point you'd have to put away the dishes and go back to his room so you tried to tap his shoulder to wake him up. Nothing happened. Neither trying to tickle him, blowing air into his ear or banging a spoon against a cup very loudly did anything to wake the sleeping lion. You sighed in frustration. This was going to take a while...

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x you #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader

[andromedaexists]

Writeblr Positivity Tag

I was tagged by the amazing @betweenthetimeandsound! Thank you!

What motivates you to write?

My friends! Every single person who has told me that they want to see Call Me Icarus come to life motivates me. Every time I get a message from Feral or Crypt or Nats or Creme or anyone that tells me that they love the characters I create and the stories I tell motivates me to keep writing.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

ooooh there's a few pieces that I'm really proud of. If I had to choose just one there's this specific line in Incorrect Eyes that really does not make sense out of context, but I feel like I did a damn good job of portraying panic and anxiety in it (i bolded it so it will stand out):

My phone was always going off, messages from teammates, friends, family that I just couldn’t answer. Didn’t know how to answer. “Are you okay?” I didn’t know, I couldn’t feel anything other than numbness and fear. “Where have you been?” Hiding. Hiding and working and sinking further into the pit of despair and paranoia. “Your friends are wondering where you are.” I wondered that too, where was I? What was I doing? What were these words around me? Why were there eyes everywhere? I didn’t know what to do, I felt like I lost my mind. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe without being watched. I needed to escape and I did not know how.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/ talk about them and what are they like?

Icarus! I grin so big when I talk about him!! He is a rat bastard and I have so so so much fun torturing him!

Like, I literally light up when I get to infodump about him to people, he is a special interest of mine at this point. He is an emotionally constipated piece of shit that refuses to get over his dual god and inferiority complexes and he is my everything

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I really enjoy putting things together. Like, you just finished all your plotting and writing and light revisions, time to run over it one time from front to back and put everything together. That's what I like the most

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

hhhhhhh that's a question. I'm actually feeling pretty shit about my writing right now, but if I had to choose I think I'm pretty darn good at descriptions. Like, I can absolutely get you put into a room down to the smell of that room and the dingy off-white stain in the corner lol

What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

I really enjoy the people. Like, the tag games come and go, the questions are more off than on, but the people? We are always here and always sharing parts of ourselves and out writing. Everytime @cream-and-tea's snippets of Pallas cross my dash I get giddy, I love seeing @isherwoodj's work (especially when Doc is involved) too! I just love the community and the friends I've made, if that makes sense

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener for sure, like being able to organize my WIP exactly how I want it to be organized and not have to deal with a huge ass document is amazing! I also love that I can very easy rearrange the order of things and have multiple drafts open without having to have multiple instances of a program open!

I also heavily rely on speech to text, I have a bad habit of small typos that most programs wont catch (i.e. my instead of me, by instead of be type stuff) The only way I've found to reliably catch these is through speech to text since my eyes will just jump right over them!

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really love incorporating mythology into my worldbuilding. It doesn't matter what my WIP is, it will have mythological significance. It's obvious to see in CMI, but it really shines in Desecrate. A lot of things in that WIP have heavy mythological significance (such as the characters names, Christian "Kit" Amadeus Michaels and Adonai)

What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Take care of yourself, there cannot be a book written by you without you.

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

ooohhhh there's so many!!

Let's start with the Shit Show: @lockejhaven @365runesoftheamalgamations @ghost-town-story @crypticcodexcreations @smol-feralgremlin @inkspellangel and @authoralexharvey!

There's also @cream-and-tea @isherwoodj @flowerprose @howlingbreeze @cljordan-imperium and writingpotato (who left us, RIP we love you) here on tumblr!

And some new mentions that I found on twitter who have shown a lot of love for me so far: Clanky, Doom (who is here @doom-inique-writes hi doom!), Kaye (also here, hi @marsadler!!!), Tyler, Em, Gabe, and @wickedwitchwritesstuff!!!

There are so many more, but I love each and every one of you so so much and only have so much room to write people here <3

As far as tagging to do this, I think I've tagged enough people lmaooo, anyone who wants to answer these questions is more than free to!!

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