#wanted to go for smth light and fresh..

[mangoxve]

eevee :) cherry blossom ver.

school has been busy.. but this was inspired by a very nice cherry blossom scented candle i smelled over the weekend :0 planning on doing some other eeveelutions too !

#eevee #pokemon #pokemon fanart #eeveelution #cherry blossom #illustration #pokemon day #pokemon sv #my art #artists on tumblr #wanted to go for smth light and fresh..

[sleepingdeath-light]

sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work

you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of

after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform

of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all

but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too

happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face

happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you

happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder

happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all

happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you

happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent

happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)

happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch

(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)

(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)

he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)

but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover

you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #female reader #female reader smut #bimbo reader #smut #smut hcs #black butler smut #black butler x female reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji x female reader #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis x reader

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Please have your asks open okay so hear me out

Charles Leclerc x Greek ! F1 driver ! Reader

You can choose the brand anything Ferrari because I want it to be like a little rivalry to lovers . Social media au or not . Reader being in f1 more time than Charles or Charles with rookie reader .

Thank you in advance

Hello!! I decided to go with rookie reader, hoping you'll like it❤️🙏

scuderiaferrari We are thrilled to announce a historic moment in Formula 1 as we welcome Y/n Y/l/n to our racing family! 🚀 Introducing Y/n Y/l/n, the first woman to compete in F1 since the iconic Lella Lombardi in 1976, and proudly representing Greece! 🇬🇷 Teaming up with our Charles Leclerc, Y/n brings a fresh wave of skill, determination and passion to the track. Together they'll conquer the 2024 season with the iconic Prancing Horse🐎

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yourusername I feel extremely honored to become a part of this family❤️

username1 Miss girl has no idea what she signed up for 💀 wishing her all the best tho

username2 A GIRL, GUYS WE FINALLY GOT A GIRL IN F1

username3 I have a bad feeling about this...

↳username1 wtf? care to explain?

username3 By the summer break she'll have hooked up with half the grid

username1 bye I'm not even participating in this conversation, misogynistic brain rot

carlossainz55 Goodluck @/yourusername 💪

↳yourusername Thank you Carlos 🙏

↳username4 Help why does his comment seem kinda salty

username2 wdym salty lol he literally wished her goodluck

username5 I get him tho, a girl stole his seat

username2 what "stealing" are you talking about? his contract expired, they didn't prolong it and went with some fresh blood that happened to be a woman, not to mention you have to be like the best of the best to get into F1, there was def no stealing done

charles_leclerc Exciting times ahead, let's see if you can keep up

↳yourusername Buckle up 🤠

↳username2 now THAT'S what I'd call a salty comment

username5 Charles forgot they're on the same team lol

achi_of_greece Hellenic Hurricane 🌪

↳yourusername I'll never escape from this nickname will I? 🫶

↳username1 NOT Y/N HAVING LITERAL ROYALTY UNDER A POST ABOUT HER

↳username3 Let's see if the hellenic hurricane can keep up with Lighting McQueen

username4 keep up? 🤡 miss girl will beat his ass up

username5 once again, i kindly remind, they are a TEAM!

lewishamilton History in the making

↳yourusername Omg sir Lewis Hamilton I'm gonna cry 🥹

username1 Y/n being a fangirl just like us

username4 she's so real for this frfr

oscarpiastri Finally🥴it was a bit lonely

↳yourusername Hi f2 bestie 🫶

logansargeant What about me

yourusername you know Oscar and I love you!!

f1 A historic day at the Imola Circuit as Y/n Y/l/n, the Hellenic Hurricane, wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Congratulations to Y/n and the entire Ferrari team for this outstanding performance.

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yourusername A dream come true honestly 😭🙏

↳carlossainz55 Great job👏

↳lewishamilton So proud

↳username4 Someone explain why the 7 (8)times WC and Charles' ex teammate are more supportive than Charles himself

username2 I think it might be an ego thing? He could be jealous? Personally I think it's Ferrari's fault, they kinda messed up the friendship between CL and CS too at the end

username5 yeah Y/n is definitely the 'favorite child' to Ferrari because she's new and they want to focus more on her or smth

maxverstappen1 Well deserved

↳yourusername THANK YOU MAX

↳username6 Why is Max here and Charles is not😭

username1 A GIRL. IN FERRARI. WINNING IN ITALY. I WASN'T READY FOR THIS

username2 The haters are pretty quiet rn

username4 No cuz I was gonna ask if she found a therapist yet... But she might not need it

username6 Excuse me it's been a few weeks and we get a Y/n win already?? I love it here

landonorris Max Verstappen is screaming crying throwing up

↳maxverstappen1 I'm literally not

landonorris You must admit it was refreshing not having to listen to the Dutch anthem again

oscarpiastri Best rookie fr

↳yourusername I learn from the best (even though you didn't have a win in your rookie year)

oscarpiastri Wdym i didn't, i won sprint in Qatar. Not to mention rookie of the year

yourusername Yeah yeah, stop flexing pookie

logansargeant Go bestie

↳yourusername Can't fvck with these hoes cuz they messy 💅

username7 live laugh love Y/n

username1 the Verstappen curse has ended🙏

↳username3 you know it's probs her first and last victory in F1 right?

username1 I just wonder why is Charles so quiet

charles_leclerc Congrats 👍

↳username7 not Charles commenting after people started to wonder why he didn't say anything 😭

↳yourusername How did you enjoy looking at the back of my car? Oh wait, you couldn't even see it from P8

username1 maybe it was better when Charles didn't comment 💀

username3 if that was how my teammate talks to me I'd be pissed too

username1 if this is angrily my name is Ayrton Senna

username2 pls if he was angry, it was only cuz he's in love with her but can't do anything about it

↳username3 he can, they're both single, if he wanted he would've, but he knows they have to keep it professional

username2 that's why I said he can't do anything, literally. i predict a relationship the moment one of them leaves ferrari (or f1 in general)

username4 dude is so in love it's embarrassing

username5 I just know he's thinking about unholy things

↳username7 angry sex lmao imagine

username6 oh to have someone who'll look at me the same way Charles looks at Y/n

username7 okay so my theory is they're attracted to each other okay? but neither of them can talk about emotions, but they tried to have a talk about it, which turned into an argument cuz both are short tempered pookies

↳username3 this is so delusional 🤡 why would they talk about it in that exact moment?

username7 let a girl fantasize

↳username5 quietly manifesting this to be true

↳username2 I'll never believe in true love if this doesn't turn out to be real

username8 No cuz hear me out guys. The LONGING gaze in the second picture? There is chemistry between them whether they admit it or not

↳username6 I totally see it, that is the stare of a man in love with the woman he's just argued with. Look at him. He doesn't look angry. He looks upset. Why? Because they had this argument and didn't make up. Now he's worried they'll get in the cars and something bad will happen either to him or Y/n and... You can imagine how the rest goes

username3 And i thought the previous person was delulu wtf

username9 I can die happily the day I see CharlesY/n happen

↳username7 be careful what you wish for, I feel like it can happen sooner than we'd expect

username10 I need to know HOW didn't Y/n fold after being looked at like this

username11 My friend went to Monaco for the GP and she has a paddock pass, she told me she overheard Y/n talk to some girl from her team that she liked Charles AND they even had "THE talk"™ (which could mean they did "IT"?), but Y/n can't imagine a relationship with him

↳username3 out of all the things that didn't happen, this didn't happen the most

↳username1 I can see that, they're very similar - competitive, short tempered - each of them is like a ticking bomb alone, so in a romantic relationship they would be truly a nuclear weapon (which doesn't mean I don't want it to happen)

yourusername A great day for some karting 🥴 summer break!

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username1 did I gaslight myself that hard or she's really in the number 16?

↳username5 nah, I see that too

↳username2 girlie giving us hints, is it soft launching yet?

username2 16 I'M SCREAMING

username4 enemies to lovers?

↳username3 when were they enemies?

username4 well they never seemed very fond of each other

username3 then just say rivals 💀

charles_leclerc You forgot to mention I won this time

↳yourusername first and last time you got a higher place than me

username4 I can see them having "the winner gets to be on top" kinda bets

↳landonorris 👀

username1 LANDO KNOWS SOMETHING

username11 i told yall, there's too much tension between Y/n and Charles to not be AT LEAST fuck buddies

oscarpiastri What's the longest you can go without being on track?

↳yourusername Mate as I'm writing this I'm waiting for a plane home, won't sit behind the wheel for like a week or more 😭

↳username2 Y/n is dedicated to her job

yourusername είσαι η αγάπη μου❤️🤍

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username1 the red and white hearts?? just saying but they're colors of the Monaco flag

↳username2 and the guy lowkey looks like Charles🤔

username3 looks like Charles? The best you can see is the back of his head

username2 and it looks exactly like Charles' 😌

francisca.cgomes Where credits for the last pic?

↳username4 KIKA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳yourusername Pierre said not to tag either of you 😭 safety reasons or something 🙄

username4 AND PIERRE IS THERE?

username3 Okay, she's in a relationship, y'all can stop shipping Charles with her

↳username5 wdym 💀 this is literally Charles

username3 And y'all say that based on the back of his head, delusional

oscarpiastri @/landonorris and I want an invitation next time

↳yourusername Sorry pookie, it's not for kids

landonorris I'm not a kid

yourusername Then don't act like one

username5 lmao Ferrari had no idea they're getting a sassy queen

username6 Y/n is in love 🥹

↳username2 She's winning, she's in love, what else could a girl want?

username7 Not the soft launch as if we didn't know it's literally her teammate

username1 WHAT.

username2 I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

username3 You know it's totally normal for friends to hang out? I'd take it as they finally made up

↳username2 UP OR OUT

↳username4 they totally look like just friends, sure😐

username5 IN HER HOMETOWN 😭 HE MET HER FAMILY

↳username7 I'm super curious how it went. "Mom, dad, this is Charles my teammate, I hate his guts. Oh, and we're also lovers"

username6 So where is the person who said they can die happily when CharlesY/n turns out to be real?

↳username2 dead probs lmao

username7 The power couple we needed 😭

username8 imagine their PR team lurking onto gossip pages seeing this

↳username1 I know FOR A FACT that the pr people do look at the gossip accounts

username9 Y'all remember how once someone said Y/n will hook up with half the grid? Staring with the teammate is easy, let's see who'll be next

↳username3 Yeah, I'm so surprised it didn't happen earlier

↳username2 stay mad lol Y/n is living her best life with the man she loves

username5 THIS and it doesn't matter that they met through being on the same team

username6 They knew each other before tho! Y/n used to be friends with Arthur, so she def met Charles in the past

username3 Oh so she tried to get with Arthur but because it didn't work out she went for Charles?

username6 That's literally not what I said. She was friends with Arthur. FRIENDS

username3 You know there's no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman?

username6 look at who is delulu now 🤡 I'm not having this conversation

charles_leclerc Partners on and off the track

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username1 Man literally said fuck a soft launch 😭

↳username2 as he should! we've been dying for them to announce it

yourusername Je t'aime 🩷

↳charles_leclerc Je t'aime avec tes défauts et tes qualités

yourusername EXCUSE ME

yourusername DO YOU THINK I CANT USE TRANSLATOR?

yourusername WHAT "DÉFAUTS" YOU MEAN? I HAVE NO DÉFAUTS

charles_leclerc That's adorable ❤️

pierregasly Remind me, who took the first photo? 🤔

↳yourusername Kika did 🫶 @/francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes First and foremost I am the biggest CharlesY/n fan

pierregasly But you took the pic with my phone, I am the author just as much 🙄

francisca.cgomes No❤️

landonorris OH

landonorris I thought you won't have the balls to hard launch

↳yourusername The balls are there indeed

yourusername And more

landonorris EWWWW TMI

yourusername 😐

landonorris exactly my face rn

oscarpiastri So that's why Lando and I weren't invited

↳yourusername It's a couples trip 🤷‍♀️ there wasn't space for the Aussie and his emotional support extrovert

oscarpiastri fuck Lando, what about the Aussie and his GIRLFRIEND?

oscarpiastri Because I do have a girlfriend, you know?

landonorris HEY that's mean

logansargeant I can't say I didn't see it coming

↳username1 We all did, Logan

↳yourusername You were literally the first person I told about my crush on Charles...

logansargeant But who said I believed it would work out?

oscarpiastri HE was the first to know?

yourusername And you were the first to know about the night Charles spent in my hotel room in Monaco

charles_leclerc You talk to them about these things, chérie?

yourusername Don't act like you didn't run to Lando to tell him all about it on the next day

username4 So the theories were real after all, the spicy night in Y/n's hotel room was the cause of their argument

↳username3 She didn't say that...

username4 But it's obvious. Look - the night happened, they felt weird about it and boom there goes the argument. It makes a lot of sense

username5 However it happened, I'm glad it happened

username6 What happens now? Are they even allowed to be a couple?

↳username7 wdym allowed lol it's better than if they were from different teams, they'd have to sign NDA or something

username6 Isn't the team worried they'll distract each other or something?

username7 At least they'll be traumatized together

scuderiaferrari 🇬🇷❤️🇲🇨

↳username6 The team is indeed not worried

yourusername The benefits of having birthday during the summer break

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username1 I love the Y/n and Charles/Kika and Pierre friend group

↳username2 they're everything I want fr

username4 okay but I NEED to know whose idea the cake was

↳username2 I would expect it from Logan and Oscar, honestly, but they weren't in Greece with them

↳yourusername ofc it was Kika's idea!!

francisca.cgomes and I'm proud of it

logansargeant It hurts to know you're making new friends 🙄

↳yourusername I figured I needed some girl friend after spending so much time with you and Oscar 🙄

logansargeant Do you even remember about us anymore?

oscarpiastri I bet 10 of your american dollars that she doesn't

yourusername how could I forget? You two still haunt me in my nightmares 🫶

username1 lmao Charles wakes up screaming box box and Y/n wakes up screaming what's a kilometer and shoe thongs 😭

yourusername that's an accurate description

charles_leclerc I swear I once heard you talk in your sleep something about running a mile in shoe thongs

yourusername And I don't even know how long a mile is, so you can only imagine how terrifying that was

lewishamilton Happy birthday to my favorite rookie

↳yourusername Every time you appear in my comment section I cry a little

lewishamilton The good tears I hope?

yourusername happiness tears of course😭

username5 Do y'all think Charles is jealous seeing his gf interact with THE Lewis Hamilton?

↳username2 No? Why? Lewis is Y/n's idol so obviously she's gonna fangirl a lil

username6 Y/n being a WAG and a driver at the same time, iconic

username7 My fav wag duo for real

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 smau #f1 social media au #Charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc smau #Charles leclerc social media au

[st7rns]

𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒, m. sturniolo

✿ IN WHICH, everytime matt messed up his girlfriend’s lip gloss

✿ WARNINGS, black!reader, fluff, swearing, kinda suggestive at the end??

✿ RORA SPEAKS, i hope ygs like this! ik it’s kinda short but i js wanted to write smth quick n easy and im a literal lip gloss addict so.

NO. 1

i’m standing in the mirror, layering my lips with my favorite pink lip gloss. my lips were already lined with my signature brown lip liner and the lip gloss just added the cherry on top. me and matt were going out today for lunch, so of course, i wanted to look good.

in the reflection of the mirror, i see matt walk into our shared room. “you look really pretty, baby” he compliments me which makes me smile and reply with a shy, “thank you.” even though me and matt had been dating for almost 6 months, he still made me nervous.

“so pretty i wanna kiss you” he leans in and gives me a sweet, but long kiss. i break away and pout, turning to look back to the mirror at my smudged lip gloss.

“matt!” i whine, “i literally JUST put this on.” i give him a stern look. he only laughs and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, “i’m sorry i just can’t help it when your lips look so damn kissable”

i roll my eyes in reply before reapplying my lip gloss and saying very seriously to matt, “that was your only chance of kissing me tonight, because i’m not about to be putting this back on a thousand fucking times”

matt unwraps his from around me to throw them in the air. “what the fuck? that’s not even fair!”

NO. 2

i was getting ready to record tiktok’s and take pictures because my hair looked good as fuck today and i didn’t want it to be for nothing. i add the final touch, lipgloss, before smiling at my reflection and heading to the triplets’ living room.

their living room literally has the best lighting in the whole house. i scroll through my saved tiktok sounds and land on nicki minaj’s black barbie song, the lyrics saying “i’m a fuckin’ black barbie. pretty face, perfect body.” and instantly smile and choosing it.

as i’m fixing my necklace so it fits just right, i hear the triplets walk through the front door. i lock eyes with nick first, who smiles at me “damn, you look fucking good!”

matt sets the fast food on the counter before looking me up and down, “my girl always looks good” he says proudly. chris snorts and mocks him in a childish voice before saying, “what the fuck did you expect? her to look bad?”

nicks punches chris in the arm, making him grab his shoulder in pain. “stop trying to start arguments cause you’re fucking miserable”

matt laughs and kisses me on the cheek, “she could never look bad” i smile and before i could say anything, he grabs my chin and kisses me on the lips. i immediately break away and groan, “matt, my lip gloss!”

“just put it on again” he shrugs, not even feeling bad. i throw my head back in annoyance, “it was the last of it! i can’t just put it on again” i grab my phone and storm off to the bathroom.

“you know i can just buy you another one?” i hear him yell but i ignore it and slam the bathroom door.

NO. 3

i’m laying on matt’s bed, scrolling through pinterest. we just got back from filming a car video, that lasted longer than usual because chris had to pee a hundred times. that kid needs to really stop drinking pepsi so much.

matt comes in the room, fresh out the shower. he lays down next to me and i can smell his cocoa body wash. i give him a soft smile as i run my hands through his hair. i can’t help but admire him. everything about him. his blue eyes. his pink lips. his stubble above his lips.

“what?” he laughs, staring back at me. i shake my head and quietly say “nothing. you just look so handsome right now” he smiles back at me and snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

he stares down at my lips before back up at my eyes. i feel him trace patterns on my waist. i look at his lips as well, which only gives him the confirmation he needs to kiss me. it’s a slow and sweet kiss but quickly turns heated, his tongue exploring my mouth.

he breaks away to gasp and cover his hand with his mouth, “i forgot about you’re lip gloss” he giggles. i laugh with him and playfully roll my eyes, “for the first time, i don’t give a fuck about my lip gloss,” i hook my leg around his waist and flip myself on top of him.

“now kiss me” i say against his ear. matt wastes no time connecting our lips and dropping his hand to my ass, squeezing the plump skin.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo

[thetriplets3]

"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld @strniolo @luvsturniolo

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov #matt sturniolo fluff

[gingiesworld]

Nextdoor Neighbor Milf Wanda Maximoff x Young Adult Male Reader (like fresh out of college type or smth) plz?

Thanks and have a nice day.

MILF Wanda Maximoff (37) x M! Reader (20)

Warnings: Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

Infatuation

Since Y/N had come home for winter break, Wanda was intrigued by her neighbours son. She would watch as he hung the outside christmas lights for his mom. Although Wanda had never spoke to him, she wanted to. She wanted to get to know him, so when Brenda invited them over one evening for dinner and a drink, Wanda couldn't pass it up.

As her husband was conversing with Trevor about something, Brenda had asked Y/N to set up his old console for the twins. So once he had given them the controllers and the choice of games, he stood behind the sofa.

"Do you like games Ms Maximoff?" Y/N asked her as she stood beside him.

"I used to play Crash Bandicoot on the playstation when I was younger." She told him.

"I think I have one of those." He mumbled as Wanda eyed him with a smirk. "I know, I'm a nerd." He chuckled as she smiled at him.

"Your mom tells me that you know your way around a boiler?" Wanda asked him.

"Yeah? Do you need me to look at it?" He asked her as she nodded with a smile.

"Let me just tell Vis and ask if it's ok to leave the boys here." She told him as he nodded. Heading to his room for his toolbox. When she approached him, she led him inside her home. "I'm not sure what the problem is but the pilot light doesn't seem to be working properly and the water isn't warming up properly."

"It's just an easy fix." Y/N told her as he explained what he needed to do, showing her as he had done it. "See, simple." He smiled as he ran the hot tap.

"Thank you Y/N." Wanda beamed as she hugged him. "Vision is useless when it comes to all of this stuff."

"That's ok Wanda." He smiled at her before grabbing his toolbox, leading her back to his parents house. That was just Wanda's infatuation of the younger male. She would watch as he mowed his parents lawn, even working on his dad's car, changing the oil. She knew that she wanted him and she was adament in getting what she wanted.

"Y/N, do you want a drink and maybe some lunch?" Wanda asked as she approached them as they wiped their hands.

"Sure, just let me clean up here and I'll knock on in a few." He told her softly as she nodded. Dancing around the kitchen as she made some sandwiches. With the twins at her brother's and Vision was at work, she had the house to herself.

"So, I made some sandwiches if that's ok." Wanda beamed as she answered the door, leading him inside to the living room.

"This is amazing. Thank you Wanda." He smiled at her as the two sat on the sofa. "So where are the twins and Vision?"

"My brother has the boys and Vision is at work." She told him with a small smile.

"Vision doesn't really make you happy does he?" Y/N questioned as Wanda shrugged. "I can tell by the look in your eyes when I mention him. It's dull. Not your usual sparkle that you have when you talk about the twins."

"What about when I talk about you?" She asked as her fingers danced on his forearm. "I feel things when I think about you." She whispered as she moved closer to him. "Do you want to know what?" She questioned as he answered with a weak nod. Her hands massaging his shoulders. "I get wet when I think about you. Just working on the car or mowing the lawn. Then it get's better." She whispered before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Then I think about your fingers, inside of me. Making me scream before you fuck me." She moved her hand down to his, moving his arm up to her breast, having him squeeze it through her top.

"Wanda." He gasped as he massaged her. "You're married." He reminded her.

"I need you Y/N." She whispered as she removed her top. Leaving her chest bare since she chose to go braless. "So much and I can see you need me too." She removed her jeans and underwear before she straddled his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she started to roll her hips against his hardened cock trying to break free from his jeans.

"Fuck." He groaned as he watched her try to fuck herself. So he decided the reach between them and undo his jeans and pull them down slightly. Allowing his dick to spring free, the two moaning as he teased her entrance with the tip. "Ride me." He told her as he gripped her jaw before he kissed her roughly. Wanda lowered herself down on his cock, finding her rhythm as he swallowed her moans. She moved back slightly, wanting him to remove his top. Groaning at the sight of his abs, sighing as she felt his skin on hers.

"Oh god." She moaned lewdly as she continued, feeling herself getting closer as Y/N met her thrusts. "I'm gonna." She screamed his name as she came, feeling him twitch inside of her as he sprayed her walls white. The two a sweaty mess before she pulled away, kissing him before they chuckled. "We will definitely be doing that again."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #marvel #wanda x you #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[ilovetoomanymen]

STRAWBERRIES AND CHERRIES

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this is my first official fic!! i hope you guys enjoy!!

mike schmidt x female/girly!reader 🍓🍰

- fluff

- after the events of the film

request:

hmm,, I don't really have any clear ideas as well atm, buuuut could you perhaps try to write smth like-- the reader, mike and abby went to go picnic or smth by the beach(?) idk if that makes sense HAHA 😭

i hope you enjoy!! (lower case is intended!!)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your eyes flutter open gently, being awoken by the sun flaring through the blinds, creating pretty patterns across mike’s bedroom. you hear a groan from behind you, and feel an arm squeeze around your waist. you turn around in his arms to face him.

“hi”, he mumbles with his eyes closed.

“hey, good morning”, you reply with a gentle smile.

he opens his eyes to look into yours and he immediately smiles which makes you giggle.

“what?” he asks smiling at you.

“nothing.” you reply, smiling back at him again.

“hey, it’s pretty sunny today, do you want to go for a picnic since abby isn’t at school today?” you ask, waiting patiently for his response.

“sure, what time is it?”

you turn around in his grip again and look at the little pink alarm clock he bought you, which contrasted with the dark oak of his bedside table.

“it’s only 8. do you wanna go at 11? ooh, should we go to the beach?”

mike doesn’t reply verbally, but he grabs you by the waist again, gently pulls you flush to his chest, and nods into your back.

“mike i have to get ready” you giggle at his affection.

“no, not yet, please” he grumbles in your ear.

“mike i have to shower, unless you want me to smell all day”

“y/n/n, you always smell good” he nudges the space between your neck and ear with his nose and inhales deeply.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“mike c’mon it’s been 20 minutes” you laugh at his ridiculousness.

“ugghhh, fine.” he kisses your neck.

you slip out of bed and leave mike alone. you open the bathroom and turn the shower on, tie your hair up, step in and start washing your body. you hear the door open and peek behind the curtain to see who it is, and looking back at you is mike’s mischievous face.

“mike get out!!” you shriek and laugh.

“relax, relax, i’m just using the toilet”

mike uses the toilet, then leaves, and you carry on with the rest of your shower. you get out and do your skin care, brush your hair, and dry yourself off.

walking back into the bedroom, you see mike lying awake in bed. wrapped in your pink, fluffy towel, you walk towards the window and open it to let some fresh air in.

you walk back over the the wardrobe, open the doors, and search for the perfect dress for the occasion. you pick out a little white dress with lace details, pink dainty flowers, and a little pink bow on. you turn around to face mike.

“what do you think?” you question him.

“i think that that is a very pretty dress, and you should wear that one.” he smiles at you, adoringly.

you smile back at him, turn around, pick out a matching baby pink underwear set, put that on, then put the dress on. mike stares at you and bites his lip, but you don’t realise.

you put deodorant on, sit at your vanity that mike lovingly built for you when you moved in, and do some light makeup. you tie your hair into a high ponytail and add a little pink ribbon around it.

you walk out the room, to go make everyone some breakfast, whilst mike watches your ass as you walk out.

deciding on waffles as being the best option, you make them, and serve them up onto plates, and whilst your laying the table, mike walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“hey” you giggle. he gives you a squeeze then lets go, to allow you to carry on getting everything ready.

“abby! breakfast is ready!” you shout for the little girl.

she comes skipping through and you and mike greet her, and for the whole of breakfast, you listen contently to abby recalling a dream she had the previous night. you sit down together and eat, just you and your happy little family.

mike does the dishes afterwards, and abby helps you pack the picnic full of your favourite fruits and snacks, cherry and strawberries being one of them. mike packs the car, and 10 minutes later you are all sat in the car, with mike driving, and you and abby singing along to songs on the radio, and laughing together. mike looks across to you and smiles, happy just because you’re happy. he puts his hand on your thigh and moves his thumb up and down.

you finally make it to the beach, and you and abby grab the picnic basket together and run down the steps leading to the sand, holding one handle each. mike laughs at you both and grabs the chairs and towels and walks behind you two.

you and abby run across the beach, shrieking and laughing together, whilst mike watches you two, smiling to himself.

5 minutes of running and laughing down the beach later, you guys find a good spot to sit down and enjoy the prepared food. you eat together, and laugh together, just enjoying each others company. abby goes down to the water to stand and play around with the shallow water. you and mike lie down together on the towel and hold eachother. you talk about everything together, and then just relax. you have never been happier with your two best friends in the world.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i’m so sorry if this is too long or really bad and boring and repeating!! it’s my first fic ever, so constructive criticism is much appreciated! i also haven’t re-read this very well, so there might be some mistakes! i’m also sorry if the end is rushed, i felt like it was getting too long so i decided to cut it short 😭

if you have any other requests, drop them in my request box, and have a great day!! 🍓🍒

@nanami-s-sunshine

#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf #fluff #imagine #story #five nights at freddy's #picnic #josh hutcherson

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I saw you were looking for Anthony Bridgerton requests!

You wrote out my request lat time and it was... *chef's kiss*!

Maybe the fem!reader (or neutral, if it makes you more comfortable) is married to Anthony, but he tries to keep a distance. In spite of all this his wife definitely makes an effort en gives all kinds of affection to him. One day he explodes and tells her smth really mean. Now, the reader stops all effort and affection and Anthony is all 🥺😢😳, because he realises how much he actually likes it. Happy ending? I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. You can make it really angsty though... hehehe

Thanks so much for considering! 🌸

Scratch my Head, Please

A/N: I'm so happy you liked the first request you sent in and I really hope you enjoy this one too!! It got away from me a bit!

You knew that marrying the Viscount Bridgerton was never going to be easy, you knew that you would have duties to perform as Viscountess, but you never thought you would have more trouble with your husband. You and Anthony got along fine, you could both keep a conversation going with each other when you sat down to dine together but he would never stay longer than he had to, preferring to lock himself away in his office.

This, however, didn’t stop you from trying to get close to your husband whenever you could. When you would meet in the dining hall every morning and evening, you would give him a peck on the cheek, feeling him stiffen underneath your touch despite leaning his lead in to allow you the brief moment of affection. Even at night, while you were both basking in the afterglow, you would simply rest your hand on his bare chest or run your fingers through his hair and Anthony would roll out of bed, heading to his own bed chambers.

It was about seven months into your marriage with the Viscount when you gave up trying to show him any affection. You were both sitting in the dining room, your chairs closer together than what was deemed normal after Anthony had gotten fed up of raise his voice just so you could hear him. You were suggesting that the two of you go for a walk that afternoon while the nice weather stuck around and that it would be good for the two of you to get some fresh air when he snapped.

‘Stop,’ he said quietly, still looking down at whatever document he had brought to the table that morning.

‘Pardon?’ you asked, not hearing him properly.

‘I said stop.’ He repeated bluntly. ‘For months now you’ve gone out of your way to try and loiter around me and try to get me to go places with you where I have absolutely no intention of going. You have access to every room in this house, use them.’

‘I just thought - ’

‘Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want this match to happen? That I didn’t have a choice in this marriage? (Y/N), we we’re married in order to continue the Bridgerton name and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s it.’ He said harshly, looking at you as he finished his sentence. You sat in silence for a while as you tried to process his outburst before you stood from the table.

‘Very well,’ you said in a dangerously calm tone. ‘I’m going to get ready and I shall see you tonight, my Lord.’ You said before walking out of the room, carrying on all the way to your room and only when your door was shut did you let your tears fall. That was when you decided that you were no longer going to waste your efforts on Anthony Bridgerton.

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You hadn’t spoken to Anthony for about a month aside from formal greetings; and even that was only when you absolutely had to. The first time Anthony realised that things had changed and that you were acting differently towards him was when you were in bed together. It wasn’t awkward during the act, it was usually quiet between the two of you which was Anthony’s way of putting a barrier up but when you were lying next to each other afterwards, Anthony couldn’t help the small frown that etched its way onto his brow when he didn’t feel the light weight of your hand on his chest or your fingers lightly scratching his head in the way that made his eyes grow heavy. When he turned towards you, we was met with the sight of your bare back as you wrapped a spare sheet around your body and gathered your things to leave the room without saying a word.

It was after this incident that Anthony started to notice your lack of affection more and more; you no longer knocked on his office door to check that he was okay and didn’t need anything, you no longer kissed his cheek when you met each other for dinner and you no longer sat close to him at the table, instead having the Help move your chair back to the opposite head of the table. Anthony hadn’t realised how much he was missing these simple interactions with you until one day when he was sitting behind his desk in his office and he realised that he had reread the same sentence about twenty times. Upon realising this, he slammed the book shut on the desk which made such a loud sound, one of the maids poked her head through the door.

‘Is everything okay, Lord Bridgerton?’

‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ he replied, quickly continuing when he saw the maid make to close the door again. ‘Have you seen my wife today? Do you know where she is at the moment?’

‘She’s in the library, my Lord, she has been since this morning.’

‘Thank you, that will be all,’ he said, giving the maid a tight smile. When the door clicked shut again, Anthony sat in silence, running his hand through his hair (wishing more than anything that it was your hand) before he quickly stood and made his way out of his office, heading towards the library before he had the chance to turn around.

As soon as he set foot in the library, he saw the toes of your shoes peeking out from one of the alcoves you had tucked yourself into. He made his way over to the bench you were curled up on and sat down next to you, leaving a bit of a gap between you; you didn’t even look up from your book when he cleared his throat in the hopes of getting your attention.

Giving up with trying to get your attention vocally, Anthony awkwardly moved until he was lying on his back with his head resting gently in your lap. Little did he know was that you had been acutely aware of his every movement from the moment he stepped into the library and you hadn’t turned a single page since he arrived; it was taking everything you had to not laugh at him trying to get your attention not unlike the way a cat would.

‘Can I help you, my Lord?’ you questioned, smiling lightly.

‘Anthony,’ he mumbled, staring at the ceiling instead of looking at you.

‘Pardon?’

‘I don’t like you using my title, I prefer when you call me Anthony.’

‘Very well. Can I help you, Anthony?’

‘I was just wondering if you could scratchmyhead.’ He said, the words coming out as one.

‘I’m sorry, what was that?’

‘Can you scratch my head. Please.’

‘And why would I do that after the things you said to me last time we had a conversation?’

Anthony closed his eyes tightly and swallowed the tight lump that had worked its way into his throat. He hadn’t factored in the fact that you would still be mad at him for the comments he had made. However, seeing the look on his face, you knew that he was struggling with asking you for this favour so you slid your fingers through his hair and started scratching lightly, smiling fondly when you felt him completely relax against you, his breath coming out in a content sigh.

‘I’m sorry,’ you heard him whisper quietly, eyes still closed and face the picture of relaxation.

‘What for?’ You asked, closing your book with your free hand and setting it to the side so you could bring your other hand to rest on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

‘I’m sorry for saying those horrible things to you, they weren’t true, not in the slightest,’ he said, opening his eyes to look at you but other than that, not moving at all. ‘I always told myself that I would never marry for love because I saw how broken my mother was after losing my father and I never wanted to do that to the woman I loved. So when, after seeing the way we would interact with each other and dance at the balls, my mother suggested that I propose to you, it was both everything I wanted and everything I dreaded all at once because I could never do that to you. That’s why I was trying to put barriers up between us so that if anything were to happen to me, you wouldn’t be as broken as my mother was.’

You had been silent for the whole time Anthony had spoken and it was only when you took a breath after he had finished that you realised you had tears streaming down your face. ‘Anthony, that’s one of the most beautiful things about life, loving someone so much that you can’t bear the thought of leaving them alone in the world after you’re gone. And believe it or not, I’d be broken if something happened to you even if what you said had been the last thing you ever said to me.’

‘I love you,’ he said, voice thick with emotion as he took the hand that was resting against his cheek in his hand and held it against his lips.

‘I love you too,’ you replied, laughing lightly when you saw his eyes light up at your words. He then made himself more comfortable with his head still in your lap as he got ready to spend the rest of the afternoon in your arms.

‘In that case,’ he began with a lazy but slightly cocky smile on his face, eyes closed once again, ‘as you were, darling wife.’

‘Of course, my Lord,’ you said, fighting the giggle rising in your throat as your fingers resumed scratching his head.

‘Anthony!’

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgeron imagine #bridgerton

[sugarcandydoll]

hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?🩷

aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ♡🎀 but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(♡ but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ♡👛 also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ♡💞 those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ♡👼🏼

🎀 Fashion

browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ♡ shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ♡ if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ♡ i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ♡ for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ♡ also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ♡

🎀 Makeup

if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ♡ my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ♡ lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ♡ black winged eyeliner ♡ white eyeliner on waterline ♡ cat eye faux lashes ♡ lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ♡ i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ♡

🎀 Hair

pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ♡ choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ♡ if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ♡ i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ♡👸🏼💕 but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ♡ i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ♡

🎀 Nails

get ur nails n toes done often hehe ♡💅🏼 i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(♡ so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ♡ u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ♡ i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ♡ i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ♡ my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ♡ but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ♡🫶🏼💗

🎀 Accessories

get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ♡🧁 i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ♡ n i love carrying pink bags n purses ♡ my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ♡ i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ♡ also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ♡ i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ♡ or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ♡

🎀 Smelling Good

perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ♡ explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ♡ my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ♡ usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ♡🍰 florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ♡

#i hope this helped angel ♡🥺💗 #pls lmk if u wanna ask more hehehe ♡ i love talking abt girly stuff ♡ #nonnie ♡ #love letters 💌 #coquette girl #just girly posts #just girly things #girlblogging #girl hood #girl blogger #girlhood #girly stuff #girly #girlblogger #girly girl #coquette dollete #dark coquette #pink coquette #coqeutte #coqette #coquette #dolletecore #dollete aesthetic #dollette #dollete moodboard #dollete style #dollcore #pink pilates princess #pink aesthetic #pinkcore

[starlostseungmin]

wildest dreams, 1989 ─── a gaze of astonishment.

masterlist. playlist.

✰ pairing — painter/artist!hyunjin x fem!reader (with she/her as pronouns)

✰ genre — strangers to lovers trope, romance, slight angst and smut.

✰ warnings — profanity, kissing, explicit sexual content, soft dom!hyunjin, protected sex, nipple/breast play, pet names, slight dirty talk, slight degrading, fingering and oral sex (f. receiving) alcohol consumption, subtle smoking, clubbing and car speeding, minors dni. lmk if i missed smth, not proofread.

✰ word count — 11.4k +

✰ songs that was used for inspiration — wildest dreams by taylor swift, falling by chase atlantic, overdrive by conan gray, and strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan

REBLOGGING AND LEAVING A FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED. NSFW CONTENTS UNDER THE CUT. mdni.

Two people unfamiliar with each other, 

One saw the other from across the street. 

The other one takes glances at the stranger sitting on the other side of the train. 

They exchanged looks as their hands collided on a single sandwich left on the shelf in a convenience store. 

Sometimes, they sit together during the first day of classes. 

Or sharing the same nicknames being written on their cups of coffee in the café as the staff calls them. 

Maybe one of them fell asleep as their head landed on the other one’s shoulder when they were together while taking a bus ride home.

Probably taking the same shelter under a pouring rain after forgetting their umbrellas. 

It can be wearing the same shirt as they share the same elevator, getting an awkward atmosphere. 

Possibly one of them heard their favorite song from the other and complemented their music taste. 

They meet unexpectedly. 

There are a lot of ways to the questions that start with how, where, and when. Certain situations like that result in a blooming friendship or if others are lucky, a lover’s relationship perhaps. Depends on how someone delivers their actions. It can happen anytime when everyone knows that there are 24 hours a day. Mornings are filled with fresh smiles and nights are covered with hope when some people start their day during the dark. 

Weekend nights are popular, they say you can do whatever you want, have fun now and let fate does its magic. Drunk and high, cars with no roof, loud music, cigarettes, and sex, kissing strangers in the dark. The aesthetic of Friday and Saturday nights, get an extreme hangover in the morning, fall asleep at the bar, or wake up on someone’s bed, naked. It is fun but they would be on the last list of things you’d want to do. Nothing would beat up an ice cream tub and Netflix inside your apartment. Hence, leisure doesn’t always exist and preferences are not always obliged. 

His footsteps echo in a quiet part of the hall as people chatter away to the next painting. A soft pace that leads him to one of the portraits being hung on the wall. Sophisticated and fragile, with slicked-back hair, a tie, and a suit, the heels of his shoes were detectable on a marble floor. The canvas was covered with a dark color scheme yet the subject was vibrant as if it was going against its surroundings. Live flowers were taken as the muse, black represents darkness, and the white petals represent light. 

It was supposed to be simple, yet your feet didn’t want to go anywhere but there. It was so beautiful, it was perfect, and every detail was captured by the artist. A mesmerizing piece of art, his eyes never left the displays but he could feel the spell you’re under, frozen in front of a frame. He walked gently and stopped at a six feet distance, hands on his back and a smile of triumph on his face. You weren’t supposed to be there. 

“It’s enthralling, isn’t it?” He asked as your eyes fell in his direction. A handsome young man who is just around your age, so formal and captivating himself. 

“Y-yeah,” You said, tracing a few strands of your hair, behind your ear. 

It was Jeongin’s idea. That prick managed to persuade you after a week of saying no. The Charmer art exhibit is one of the famous art displays being held all over South Korea, yet the artist only relies on his pen name without showing themself to the public. It was expensive and exclusive, people consider themselves lucky if they get in. Your brother, on the other hand, said he bought tickets with the permission of his father. Despite the dislike of spending a weekend night out, he begged for you to go with him, but he’s nowhere to be found at the moment. 

“Shall I amuse you with something else?” He asked, meeting your eyes. 

He is so breathtaking. Siren eyes, a blessed creature who possesses a unique beauty, as if he’s a demi-god and the son of Aphrodite. The black suit envelopes his perfect physique. He was more captivating than the painting itself. Seeing him as if you were looking at red roses in a bathtub with small candles, tasting a fresh red wine, witnessing a runway of models, feeling the white bedsheets in a dark room, enjoying the fireworks, and listening to Chase Atlantic songs. 

“I would love to,” You answered as his smile grew a bit wider, gesturing his hand, showing the way. 

Two strangers, walking side by side in the empty hall, engrossed with every painting hung on the wall. He started a conversation as she listens diligently. There was a big hint of professionalism in his every movement, his fingers wrapped in silver rings that trace the air to indicate a certain piece. 

“The artist calls this, A Gaze of Astonishment,” He said. “The man was looking at her, planning his entire life with a random beautiful stranger he saw from across the street,” 

“Isn’t that a little odd?” You asked him as he let out a small chuckle. The painting shows a man and a woman having a distance from each other, the man was looking at her as her gaze is somewhere else. It was as if he fell in love on the spot, a random stranger made his heart beat faster. 

“People are weird sometimes, they fall in love with someone they just met, even with a random stranger,” He explained. “His gaze tells the audience how he wanted to spend his life with her, or even just for a short time, maybe wanting to know this person who suddenly amused him or create a relationship,” 

“Falling in love feels weird anyway,” You said, looking at your shoes. 

“Indeed,” He said. “Strangers can fall in love, they meet unexpectedly and spend moments at a random time. They get to know each other and talk as if they’ve known each other for years,” 

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You asked him as he nodded gently. 

“I do,” He answered, taking a few glances to be familiar with your visuals. “And you?” 

“Maybe,” You smiled. “I wanted to believe the things I only see in movies and what I read in books,” 

“They’re real,” He said. “But only if you manage to experience such feeling,” 

“It’s rare,” You said bitterly as he let out a small laugh. “Not everyone has the same privilege in life you know?” 

“You have a perspective that sparks my interest, I wanted to know you more,” He said as you smiled at him. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment and thank you?” You chuckled, tightening your grip on your handbag, suddenly feeling an unusual sensation. “Should we have a conversation in a coffee shop or is there somewhere else you want to go, sometime?” 

“Actually, I want something unusual,” He hums, rubbing his chin to think. “Say, you want to drive out of the city?” He asked. 

“With someone you just met?” You chuckled. 

“I like taking the risk, besides, my manager and the guards will come and get me in 5 seconds,” He said, turning around to face your direction, reaching out his hand. 

“Manager and guards? How do you know一” 

“5…” He counted. 

“Hyunjin!” A man’s voice echoed in the hall, standing a few meters away with bodyguards behind him. 

“4… Miss, please make a decision now,” He smirked. 

“How can I trust you?” You asked, heart started to beat faster in panic, taking a glance at his hand and the group of men approaching. 

“3… you’ll know when you come with me,” He said. “2… it is the weekend, you can do whatever you want,” 

“You’re not going to do something stupid, are you?” You asked, finally holding his hand as he locked eyes with you. 

“1… wise choice,” He said, kissing the back of your hand as he started to run, dragging you with him. “Don’t worry, Love, you’re good.” He winked, exiting the building and leading towards the parking area. 

“Why are you running away?” You asked as Hyunjin opened the door of a black cabriolet sports car. 

“Nothing, it’s the weekend, I can do whatever I want, now hop in before we get caught,” Biting your lower lip, you heard the commotion from a distance. Hyunjin is already sitting in the driver’s seat as you stand there. Sighing at the sight of the situation, you immediately kicked yourself in, closing the door with a loud bang. “Nice,” 

“Hwang Hyunjin!” His manager, yet again, screamed his name, running towards the spot but the former had already driven away.

“Are you serious? Oh my gosh! My brother’s going to kill me if he finds out I’m running away with someone I don’t know,” You exclaimed but Hyunjin just laughed it out, hands on the steering wheel. “What?” You asked him looking in disbelief, but found yourself giggling at his bright expression. 

“You seemed pretty lonely back there, I had to take you away with me,” He smiled, eyes focused on the road as the wind swayed with your hair, feeling the cold night air. 

“You have good eyes,” You said. 

“I know, that’s why I chose you because you were standing so beautiful in that black dress,” He said, glancing at you, serving a wink. “And I believe I’m no stranger to you, you heard my name, care to tell me yours?” 

“Y/n,” You said, eyes darted on him. 

“So, Y/n, is there any place you wanted to go?” He asked with his hands to keep steering on the wheel. 

“I have no idea, but since you always amuse me, you decide,” 

“My pleasure to amuse you, even more, babe,” He winked. “It’s going to be a long way and the night is still young, why don’t we take our time?” 

“Feels like I’m doing something illegal,” You laughed. 

“It’s not illegal when you think it’s legal,” That caught you off guard and looked at him, crossing your arms, relaxing against the backrest. 

“Ya, I love the way you’re speaking to me,” 

“Then be my guest,” He shrugged but still had a smug smile on his face. 

Two people who only know each other’s names, rushing a car ride in the night was strange in the thoughts of others. But for you, it felt like freedom. 

It was an unusual thing to do, but the bright stars and moon, the clear black sky are telling you to go for it. The wind is getting colder, but that didn’t stop you from sitting at the top of the backrest, throwing your hands in the air while Hyunjin stepped on the pedal, speeding the car unlike usual. A scream of joy as your fingers spread wide, playing with the invisible friend. Hair strangled at the back, your dress flying with it as the smile on his face never faded. Despite it being so foreign, you fell in love with the concept. 

Every worry and thought suddenly vanished into thin air, the stubborn college requirements, the coziness of staying at home for the weekend, the pressure you get from your father, and the thought of Jeongin’s face if he realized you were gone. It didn’t matter to you anymore, this moment is one of the best things happening in your life. Maybe coming with Hyunjin wasn’t a bad idea, after all, a handsome young lad, inviting you to run away in the random way as possible. This was it, riding in a car with no roof and the loud music playing on his radio. Your head swayed from left to right, enjoying the half-relatable lyrics. 

The city lights flew by, cars rushed to get home, shops closed down for the day, quiet streets of the night, the loud beating of your heart, it was beautiful to get out yet still skeptical with Hyunjin. You bit your lower lip, landing back on the seat. His siren eyes darted on the road, his long black hair swayed with the wind gently, big hands and long fingers collided with the wheel, and his coat was wide open revealing the black polo inside, tie loosened while embracing the collar. This man is so handsome for the sake of your weak heart. Out of all the people in that hall, he chose you. 

“Done checking me out?” He asked, slapping you back to reality. 

“I-I wasn’t,” You scoffed as he smirked. 

“I can feel those pretty eyes of yours staring straight to my soul,” He said, making blood rush towards your cheeks. 

“Do you always do this?” You asked. 

“Do what?” 

“Driving in the middle of the night with some stranger?” 

“No, I usually go alone, but this night is different,” He said. “I thought you’d say no when I asked you to,” He paused, taking a glance in your direction. “Why did you come with me?” 

“I don’t know, maybe some man whose name I just knew was being chased by his manager,” You chuckled. “You’re Hyun.e are you?” 

“In the flesh,” He said. 

“You’re one interesting flesh,” And Hyunjin then smirked at the statement. 

“And you’re one beautiful stranger,” 

Your body faces his direction, leaning at the backrest as you enjoy the sight of him driving with the cool wind gushing by. It was mesmerizing and heavenly being so free at a time like this. Closing your eyes for being comfortable, a fresh feeling of being outdoors. You never wanted to go home, not yet, you just wanted to stay like that for a while, or maybe the whole night. It was worth it, running away with someone you just met, but it couldn’t last long.  

Not a moment later, the sight of the beach was painted outside the city. Small white waves crashed on the shore as the moonlight’s reflection swayed with the seawater. The sea breeze was way more relaxed than the city air, it sent shivers down your spine as if you were sitting on a block of ice. Hyunjin suddenly took a segue as the loud music from his radio stopped the moment he parked the car, a few meters away from the water. The lights and engine were turned off, he ran his fingers through his hair before he decided to take off his coat.

Meanwhile, you were too preoccupied with the view. The sound of waves crashing on the shore was too relaxing and soothing in the ears, it was so quiet and no people were around. Just you and Hyunjin, the stars and moon, the water and the disheveled sand. City lights were so distant and some lampposts by the trees had their wires fried. Yet, it wasn’t so dark and it wasn’t so bright. 

“It’s so beautiful here,” There was a hint of astonishment in your voice, one that Hyunjin fell in love with. He liked the idea of you admiring things at a distance, eyes that are good observers. 

“I know right?” He said, sliding his coat on your shoulders making you flinch on your seat. “It’s cold, wear it,” 

“Thanks,” You answered, trying to hide the blood rush hinting crimson red and heat in your cheeks. 

“Enjoy the view,” He smiled as he took off, breathing the fresh air of the night. You hurried to get out of the car, the sand was eating up your heels as a quiet sigh escaped from your lips. Hyunjin leaned on the bumper, rolling up his annoying sleeves just right before the elbow. Taking off your heels, they landed on your seat as you dragged yourself towards the cold water, feeling the waves. 

“This is great,” You said, as the waves tickled your feet. A small giggle was heard, it was good to feel like a little kid again playing with the waves as if it’s chasing you to the shore. Hyunjin crossed his arms, smiling at the sight of you. 

“How do you like it?” He asked from a distance. 

“A lot,” You said brightly. “Come, the water is not that cold,” 

“Nah, I’m good,” He said. “I’m just here to see it,” He added, taking a pack of cigarettes and a zippo from his pocket. Taking a single stick from the pack, he had it in between his lips trying to light it. Wrapping and hugging his coat, you took out something from your handbag, coming back to where he was. Tossing the bag to where your heels were, you took out the unlighted cigarette off of his lips. 

“You shouldn’t be smoking,” You said, leaving him dumbfounded after snatching it away, letting it end between your lips instead. “Have this in replacement,” 

“A lollipop? Seriously?” He smirked. 

“It’s better than a cigarette,” You shrugged, handing him the unwrapped candy. “It’s strawberry flavored,” 

Hyunjin looked at you in disbelief before a sigh escaped his lips, “Fine,” He said. 

“Good,” You smiled, throwing the cigarette away when suddenly he wrapped an arm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, a free hand held yours with the lollipop before crashing his lips onto yours. 

His lips were soft and plump, it was hot and intimate, and tasted like peppermint with his cherry-flavored lip balm. It was supposed to feel strange but it only sent an adrenaline rush and the loud thumping of your heart. He sucked your lower lip, biting it softly making out a soft moan from you. His arm even pulled you closer, dragging you in between his legs as he deepened the kiss. A hand on his broad shoulder, this man will swoon you over in a minute. Kissing him back was the most unexpected thing, but you can’t blame yourself, it feels so good. 

You pulled away from the kiss leaving Hyunjin smirking before taking the candy inside his mouth and hands on his trousers’ pockets. It suddenly became hot. You covered your lips, feeling the heat on your cheeks. And there it goes again, two people who were only getting to know each other, shared an intimate kiss under the moonlight. Sounds like it was rushed, with a page that only had a few words to say, and a student rushing their essay before the deadline in a few minutes.  

“That was rude,” You said. 

“You kissed me back,” He shrugged, licking the strawberry-flavored lollipop. “Shall I do it again but slowly?” He teased making your cheeks burn red. 

“No,” You hissed. 

“Fine,” He hummed. “Sit with me, Y/n.” Hesitant at the thought, you still ended up taking the space of his bumper. 

“Aren’t they looking for you?” You asked, looking at the beach. 

“Who?” He asked, holding the stick of the lollipop. “Oh, my manager?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Nah, Chan hyung is used to it, art exhibit, I stroll through the crowd, they don’t know me—just my name, then I rush out driving away when it’s time to go back to the hotel and talk about business,” He said. 

“Must be tough,” You answered. 

“You could say,” He shrugged. “I just wanted to be alone sometimes, including the fact that I paint,” 

“But you’re not alone now, I’m here,” You chuckled as he smiled. 

“I like your company,” He said. “It’s been a while since the last time I was alone with some friends, it’s mostly business, yes? I hate being under the spotlight, I tend to send Chan hyung at every event to speak on behalf of me, I just tell him this and that about certain paintings and do the business for me,” 

“Is that why you don’t show yourself to the public?” You asked, looking at him. 

“Yeah, it’s good to be away from a crowd of people,” He answered, biting and chewing the candy. “Consider yourself lucky, Y/n, you’re seeing Hyun.e in the flesh,” 

“Wow, lucky me,” You laughed as Hyunjin joined you. 

“You’re the very first person I dragged into this running away thingy,” He confessed as you took his hand to sympathize, giving him a reassuring smile. The hint of loneliness covers his eyes, it’s not foreign, he wants to enjoy life as you do, but being imprisoned in the business world. He may spend his time working on the things he loves but lack the moments with the people he cares about. Hyunjin bit the stick as you leaned onto his shoulder. “You’re sweet,” He said. 

“I’m being affectionate,” You smiled. 

“So, tell me something about you Y/n,” He answered, looking down in your direction as you sat up straight, hands on both sides for support. “Tell me interesting things about you,” 

“There’s not much to tell,” You said. 

“I’m all ears,” He reassured, patting your shoulder. 

“Well, I have a half-brother, his father is my father, he remarried a year after my mother died, I live away from them since I don’t like my adopted mother, she’s actually his mistress even before I was born, but my brother is sweet and affectionate,” You started. “I live in an apartment where he always visits me, especially when he’s free, we’re both in college, Jeongin’s in his sophomore year, while I’m in my senior year, I major in English Lit., I love to read, I like lollipops,” You chuckled in between. “I love being alone, I love staying at home, watching Netflix with a tub of ice cream or ramen, but life can be fucked up sometimes, I can’t always do that coziness,” 

“Life is already fucked up from the start, Y/n,” He said. 

“I know,” You said quietly. “It gets worse every time,” 

“That’s fine, at least you have one fine young man beside you right now, not all people can manage to have me!” He said, making you laugh. 

“You’re kind of narcissistic aren’t you?” You said that he gave his brightest smile. “But you’re telling the truth anyway,” 

“You think I’m handsome?” He asked. 

“Yeah, we can’t deny that fact, the first time I saw you back there you were shining and glimmering, you look so expensive,” You answered which made him flatter. 

“You’re way too honest,” He chuckled in response. “Say, Y/n, do you like clubbing Y/n?” 

“Clubbing?” 

Long night, blinding lights, loud music, the smell of strong alcohol and perfume mixed in the air, chattering of strangers to one-night lovers, make-outs, and half-naked bodies, you hate the bar. Everything was ecstasy for the majority, all except you. It makes you smirk when you hear moans and flirting sentences from the ones who stood beside you as they touch and grope each other. Scenes that were expected the moment you reached inside. It was suffocating. Your hands immediately held Hyunjin as he pulled you by the waist, rubbing his thumb on your curves reassuring you he’d be there. He was smiling at the crowd. 

With screams of people, high-pitched yelling, and the hype, you didn’t understand how people love parties. It wasn’t your thing anyway, but it’s not bad to go for one. The sight of two people sitting at the right side of your spot kissing vigorously, the girl’s arms wrapped around his neck as his hands massaging her breasts. Another reason for your blood rush, it was getting hot. You turned around to see Hyunjin, a hand in his pocket as he led you to the counter. The atmosphere was high, drunk, smoking cigarettes, and some couples disappeared to the toilets to have sex as the others had to leave. 

Hyunjin asked the barista for drinks as you took off his coat, it caught his attention. He loves the sight of you wearing that black dress that shows off your shoulders as it fits. It highlights your curves as it falls right above the knee length. The sleeves were gorgeous enough to cover your arms down to your wrists and your hair just comes naturally. He loves your eyes, the way you smile simply made his heart leap. You were so beautiful in his eyes, one that screams inspiration for his piece. A glass of champagne added to his luxury. 

“Why did you take it off?” He asked, taking small sips. 

“It’s a little hot in here,” You said with a nervous laugh, taking the wine glass. 

“You’re hot yourself,” He winked. 

There he is again, making you go wild when he’s just new in your life. 

“Not as much as you,” You answered as it made him melt. 

He’s used to being called like that over a thousand times but it came to an entirely different vibe from you. Only a laugh of bashfulness came out of his mouth then take another sip from his glass. You bit your lower lip playing with the rim of your glass, rubbing it with your thumb. The champagne was good, but you wanted to drink as minimally as possible, you didn’t want to end up embarrassing yourself in front of him, even when you got drunk. Taking a few sips on it, you caught a guy’s attention. Hyunjin was trying to get another glass when that stranger came to approach you. 

“Hey there beautiful,” He said, which made Hyunjin’s eyes darken the moment he heard it. Your eyes went wide, not another stranger again一he was handsome, but not as much as Hyunjin. 

“H-hey,” You managed to reply. 

“I see you seemed lonely, care to dance with me?” He asked again when Hyunjin smirked and walked in between the two of you. His tall figure made the guy look threatened, being nervous about what was going to happen, Hyunjin’s stern look made him look even hotter. “Back off dude, she’s mine,” The guy said, growling at Hyunjin with his death stare. The latter suddenly uttered a wicked laugh, loosening his tie before he pushed him away. 

“Don’t flirt with my girlfriend, you piece of shit!” Hyunjin said as you held his hand. 

“Hyunjin, no,” You said as his eyes landed on you. 

“Scared?” He asked. 

“No, just don’t get in trouble,” You answered, tightening your grip around his wrist. He smiled at the thought before giving you a soft kiss and getting back at the guy who just witnessed it. 

“What are you looking at?” He asked, with a smirk on his face. The guy’s face hardened and glared at him before leaving. 

“Fuck!” The guy hissed under his breath leaving you and Hyunjin alone. 

Another kiss again, it made you frozen on the spot and the champagne was left unattended on the counter. Hyunjin looks proud of it, but not the way you looked uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead as you snuggled closer. His expensive perfume welcomed your nostrils, it was more intoxicating than the roaming scent of alcohol. It smells so good. Hyunjin suddenly leaned down on your ear, kissing it which sends shivers down your spine making your grip on his polo tighten.  

“Hmm,” You hummed. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered as you gave him a gentle nod. “You want to get out of here?” He asked again as you looked up to him. 

“You want to?” You asked back. 

“Only if you want,” He smiled, taking his glass of champagne一having it all in one gulp. 

“Not yet,” You said out of nowhere, having your drink in one gulp and then asking the bartender for another one leaving Hyunjin amused. 

“I thought you don’t like drinking?” He asked with a small laugh. 

“Not every time, dance with me Hwang,” You chuckled, gesturing the bartender to wait for a bit before dragging Hyunjin to the dancefloor. 

The night was loud, the time was being ignored, two people who feel like they’ve known each other for years, kissing as if they have labels, dancing on the dancefloor enjoying the party. You never fail to amuse him, the typical reserved girl, so sweet and innocent一who loves Netflix and a tub of ice cream, the one who hates the crowd and parties, it felt like you were different now. Hyunjin didn’t mind, he likes it, he made the right decision to drag you out and have fun. It was just you and him, enjoying the company of each other. Each beat of the music had you both dancing carelessly, the stares you shared, the smiles you’d make, he said he’s not going to catch feelings. The kiss and champagne, the strawberry-flavored lollipop, and unlightened cigarettes, this was something to remember. 

His hand suddenly met yours, interlocking your fingers as he dragged you away from the crowd and went to the parking area. Drinking every last bit of champagne from the stolen wine glasses on the counter, running away with shared laughs, Hyunjin drove away to the hotel where he’s at. It was almost one in the morning, and the swimming pool on the 22nd floor was closed. Chan was patiently waiting for him in the lobby but he was too quick enough to hide behind the hotel porter with you. The bags were big enough to remain unseen and went to get his card at the counter, holding your hand leading to the elevator. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“To the swimming pool, we’ll sneak into my room later,” He winked. 

“I hope Chan won’t nag at you,” You chuckled crossing arms on your chest. 

“Oh, he will he sees me,” He laughed as you heard the elevator’s sound, indicating that you arrived. 

“It says closed,” You said seeing the sign and the stanchion posts surrounding the rectangular shape of the indoor pool. 

“Live a little, Y/n,” He said, taking them off, jumping to the blue water, splashing everything in your direction. 

“Ya!” You exclaimed as he rose, seeing you drenched. He laughed out loudly wiping his face as the water drips down from his black locks down to his eyes. You didn’t know what to feel with his visuals anymore, it made your heart go crazy. 

“The water is good Y/n, come on!” He said, motioning his hands to join him. 

“Fine,” You said, giving a teasing look before jumping on an empty spot, splashing the water all over him. “Wow, that was good!” 

“I told you,” He said as he started swimming around. 

You watched him enjoying the moment, following him in the water wasn’t probably the best idea but it was worth having so much fun even if it’s just one night. He was splashing water on you as you did the same, another heartfelt laugh, it was the way he had his hands on your waist lifting you, gently throwing you in the other direction. A delicate squeal was heard as you tried to get back at him. Diving in the pool, you pushed him behind his back, it was hard enough to knock him over but he was too quick to wrap his arms around your waist, tickling you down. 

Giggles echoed around the pool area, Hyunjin suddenly stopped as he stared at you, it was such a beautiful sight. Laughing with you felt so comfortable and different. Wiping your face out of it being soaked, you could feel Hyunjin’s hands still being wrapped around your waist. His eyes looking at you, filled with wonder and curiosity with a hint of intimacy and interest. He was smiling, not minding how stupid it is to have you being dragged away. A total stranger that suddenly caught him off guard. You were beautiful in his eyes, a precious gem that he wanted to keep for himself.  

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, suddenly feeling awkward with the situation. His fingers traced your cheek, taking the wet strands off your face, leaving them behind your ear. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He said quietly, making you blush, but before you could say something, you felt his lips planted on yours. 

It felt the same as the first time you tasted his lips, but it is now mixed with champagne and a hint of your strawberry-flavored lollipop. He pulled you closer to his body as your arms were around his neck. A hand was placed gently on your cheek, slowly caressing it as he deepened the kiss. Your lips molded against each other as he could taste the champagne with the hint of your cotton candy lip gloss. You started playing with his wet hair as he smiled between the kiss then biting your upper lip, sucking it before he could devour it again. 

It felt so good, nobody made you feel like this or this is how falling in love with a stranger looks like. Stolen glances across the hall, a small conversation that turns into running away, deep talks by the beach, sharing your first kiss—one that can melt you inside—clubbing and stolen glasses of champagne, and a kiss in the swimming pool. You wanted to hold him longer. There are a lot of unexpected things happening and it’s only midnight, you’d likely stay awake all night for the sake of this heavenly feeling. Freedom, rebellion, and dancing with a stranger, it all started because of a gaze of astonishment. 

“Hyunjin!” It was his manager’s voice as the door banged open, causing the kiss to be cut off. Hyunjin hissed under his breath as you turned away out of embarrassment, covering your blushing face. 

“Chan hyung, what the fuck!? Can’t you knock?” Hyunjin growled as Chan sighed in disbelief. 

“Go back to your room now. You have a schedule tomorrow,” He said with a stern look as his eyes landed on you then his face softened. “Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you—you look great by the way,” Chan said sheepishly, turning to Hyunjin again whose hand was on his waist and the other on his nape. “Hyunjin, get out of the pool now.” 

“Fine,” He scoffed as he went off first before reaching out his hand to help you. “I’m sorry for this, let’s talk in my room, yes? Wait for me,” He said, kissing your forehead before going to Chan. “Now what?” 

“Your next exhibit will be at 8 tomorrow morning, I thought you’d be back by 10 pm. Not 1 fucking a.m.! You’re not even answering my calls,” Chan nagged as Hyunjin sighed. 

“I thought I told you about this hyung? I spend the night going wherever I want after the exhibits, I didn’t promise to be back at 10,” Hyunjin explained as you stood there feeling guilty for taking his attention away. “What am I, a child? Oh my God, hyung!” 

“I have nothing against it! All I want is you to be mindful of the time,” Chan sighed harshly. “Look, just go into your room. I need to talk to her,” Hyunjin looked at you, flinching at the spot. He reached out his hand as you came forward. Being nervous as you are, Hyunjin gave you a reassuring look before holding your hand, squeezing them before he left for his room. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned to face Chan, his stern look faded in a few seconds. 

“Is everything alright? I think I caused him trouble with you, I should just go,” You said but Chan shook his head. 

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” He smiled. “I’m just glad that he’s with someone right now unlike the previous exhibits where he comes back in the morning,” He laughed half-heartedly. 

“I’m still very sorry, we might have lost track of time,” You said, rubbing your arm in disappointment. 

“It’s okay, love,” Chan insisted. “Aren’t you Jeongin’s older sister?” 

“Yeah, how did you know?” You asked being confused. 

“Hyun.e is your father’s favorite painter, I usually visit his office when he wants to negotiate with some of Hyunjin’s paintings. I happened to see your family portrait,” Chan said. “And yeah, Jeongin’s friends with us, I just didn’t know why he didn’t introduce you to us,” 

“Oh, it’s just that, I’m always busy, and Jeongin’s has a lot of free time, so…” You said, rubbing your nape. “But uhm, please tell my brother that I’m fine, I can’t tell him where I am since my phone is dead.” 

“Okay,” Chan nodded. “But please if you ever plan on staying for the night, please do not let Hyunjin out of your sight, yes?” 

“I will,” You smiled. 

“He’s in room 1320, 13th floor,” 

“Right,” 

A small bow was exchanged before you head back to the elevator down to Hyunjin’s room. The night is starting to get exhausting, including the fact that you’re fresh out from the swimming pool with water dripping from your hair and dress. A small sigh of frustration escaped from your lips as you reached the 13th floor, knocking a few times on Hyunjin’s door. He was already wearing the hotel’s robe, his wet hair is slowly getting dry but still wearing that disappointed face of his. You smiled at him before you entered the room. 

“Are you okay?” You asked as he handed you an extra robe. 

“Yeah,” He sighs. “Go wash up first and wear this, I’ll find some clothes for you to wear okay?” He smiled softly, taking the robe. 

“Okay,” You said before making a beeline towards the bathroom. 

Hyunjin took his glass half-filled with wine. Champagne wasn’t good enough to satisfy his needs, it was cut off so quickly. He leaned by the doorframe, taking appreciation of the view up from the balcony. Everything was quiet enough to calm him down, a few cars rushing by the highway, the stillness of the stars and the moon slowly setting down, he suddenly thought about making another piece for his upcoming exhibit. A sudden hit of inspiration. He licked his lips, taking it into deep thought with a few sips of wine. 

Meanwhile, you just got out of the bathroom wearing the robe. He forgot about the clothes, but seeing you wearing the white cloth that envelopes your body, he thought you don’t need it anymore. Such a pretty face even without make-up. Hyunjin fell for your beauty even more. Clearing his throat, he placed the glass on the nightstand. Everything he needed was right in front of him, a muse, this painting he’s been thinking of would be different from before. You. 

“You look great,” He managed to say. 

“Thanks,” You answered with a smile as he spread his arms for a hug. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face on his bare chest. 

“I am,” He said softly, playing with your hair. “Are you leaving tomorrow?” 

“Probably, I can’t stay,” You chuckled, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Chan said you have something to attend to tomorrow,” 

“Hmm,” He hummed in between. 

“Why?” You asked, caressing his cheek. 

“Nothing,” He smiled. “We still have a few more hours,” 

“Yeah, you should be taking all your time with me instead of thinking about what’s going to happen,” You said, giving him a long kiss. The beating of his heart was nothing like before, strong and jumping as if it was going to explode. 

“Y/n, you’re making me so damn crazy,” He hissed under his breath the moment the kiss was off. 

“And you are to me,” You said as Hyunjin smirked before taking your lips again, hands on your cheeks as you melt at the sudden action. 

Heartbeats going fast, eyes closed to savor the moment, lips colliding in response to the tension, hands holding one another for support, the kiss was getting hot. It was the way Hyunjin slid his hand off your cheeks before taking your chin as he deepened the kiss. Taking your steps backward, your waist felt the width of the table being placed by the wall. He lifted you to sit down as he stood between your legs, still enjoying the taste of your lips, biting and sucking them earning a soft mewl from you. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with his black locks as he deepened the kiss. Heads tilted together, eyes were closed, just you sharing a passionate exchange of affection. 

It was sweet, you’d agree that falling in love with a stranger would rather be weird or taking the risk unexpectedly.  A fool that fell in the hole. Two lonely people staring at the frame of a wonderful painting decided to take flight in the middle of the night. You couldn’t blame yourself either, it felt like Hyunjin was given to you this evening to take a turn in your perspective. It became so different, you didn’t like the bar but you drank and danced with him, you love staying at home watching Netflix while enjoying the food, but here you are, kissing the artist that hovered your attention. A dark hotel room with only the moon and the other city lights contributed brightness, it savored champagne and candies. 

Heavy breaths and loud thumping of hearts, you bit his lower lip as Hyunjin placed his thumb in between your lips, feeling his kisses on your neck. You hummed in response to his touch, a hand on his shoulder tightening your grip, you had to look the other way to give him more access. His fangs met your skin, nipping at the delicate scent of vanilla and candies mixed after the bath. Hyunjin suddenly got more intimate and felt the strong urge to touch you. You bit his thumb, sucking it before he stopped to kiss you again. His fingers started to play with the laces of your robe, trying to hold himself to take it off. You pulled him closer to yours as you felt his hand squeezing your ass. Meanwhile, you could sense how he’s stopping himself from doing anything, a kiss, more than a kiss, he wanted it—you wanted it too. 

“Y/n?” He called in between. 

“Yes, love?” You hummed in response. 

“Can I?” He asked when you understood what he meant. 

“Yeah,” You said quietly as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, untying the lace of the robe. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” He said seeing your bare skin after slipping the sleeves off your shoulders. Blood rushes to your cheeks feeling the same heat the way Hyunjin impresses you with compliments. His lips met yours again, slowly caressing your body that send shivers down your spine. It was the way he started pinching your nipples making you moan in between his kisses then proceeded on massaging your breasts. He felt your body flinch under his touch that led his lips to form a smirk. “Like it?” He asked. 

“Y-yeah, oh my God,” You gasped, holding onto his shoulders when his fingers came in contact with your went cunt, slowly rubbing your wetness. 

“I’m not even halfway of touching you but you’re already so wet for me, love,” He said still wearing that smirk on his face. 

You bit your lower lip in embarrassment when he started kissing you again, slowly inserting his 2 digits inside, tightening your grip on his broad shoulders and the other free hand at the back of his neck. Sharing a torrid kiss, Hyunjin slowly thrusts his fingers inside you and a hand squeezes your thigh. Hissing underneath your breath, he let out a soft chuckle, enough to blow your mind at the moment. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth as you started to suck on it, licking all over. His fingers’ pace started to go fast, receiving a delicate and sinful sound. You started humping on his fingers as your mouth gap, Hyunjin’s kisses fell back on your neck again, nipping your skin. 

“H-Hyunjin, hmm…” You hummed in response. 

“Yes, love?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I want to feel you,” 

Hyunjin’s gaze turned dark, he pulled his fingers gently before tasting your wetness on his lips. A wicked smile surfaced together with a soft chuckle. His wet fingers caress your lips, “Are you sure?” He asked in between as he leaned closer to whisper something in your ear. “‘Cause I won’t be able to stop,” 

“I don’t mind,” You said quietly, looking at his eyes, kissing his fingers on your lips. 

“Fine,” He smiled, capturing your lips again before lifting you, carrying you towards the bed. Your back felt the warm white sheets against your back as Hyunjin’s lips never left yours. The sound of smacking lips echoed in the room as his kisses suddenly went back on your neck. You felt them traveling down to the valley of your breasts, slowly taking your nipple as the free hand squeezed the other. He loves the idea of playing with them, sucking and biting gently just to hear how you’d react. With a satisfying sound, heavy breathing, and gasping of air, you suddenly wanted him to do more. Then there is Hyunjin enjoying it. His mouth came in contact with the other one and started licking it—the way the tip of his tongue was rubbing on your hard nipple hinted at your strong arousal. 

“Fuck,” You gasped as his lips started kissing your stomach, slowly making their way down on your wetness. 

“Spread your legs for me, love,” And without hesitation, you just felt the need to let him see everything. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking wet, I love it,” He hissed at the sight of you. His thumb came in contact with your slit, rubbing the wetness that made you mewl. Licking your inner thigh, you felt his tongue replace his thumb, kissing and licking your cunt. It was impossible to think straight at the current situation when he’s eating you out, hands squeezing your thighs as he leaves you a moaning mess. 

A simple gaze of astonishment turned into something sinful. Kisses were supposed to be sweet but they can lead to bodies wanting to sin. Your hands met the white sheets, looking for something to hold on to—his tongue was all over your soul, it felt so good and warm. It’s making you go insane, you didn’t want him to stop. He enjoys the sight of you suffering under his touch, the facial expressions you make, the loud moans from your mouths, it’s not only you who’s about to go crazy. 

“You taste so good,” He said, as your body arched, tightening your grip on the sheets, feeling his mouth devouring you. Biting your lips, Hyunjin’s hands ended up on your breasts again as you held them tight. Squeezing them while he eats you just added to the heavenly feeling but you know it is not only that. He loves the sight of your dripping cunt with a hint of his saliva, he loves the way you taste and for being so wet for a hot stranger like him. But he was no stranger anymore. 

He licked his lips as he crashed them onto yours. The taste of your wetness from his lips had gotten the place even hotter. But it didn’t last long for you to whine when he pulled away. He stood in front of you as he untied the laces of his robe while you lay with your elbows. The robe slipped away from his broad shoulders showing his bare skin, a perfect physique that made your heart pound like crazy and mouth gaped open. He was staring at you while stripping off, his gaze locked with yours, taking a condom from the robe’s pocket, he knew he’d be able to use it, but not without your permission. His teeth met the packaging, harshly ripping it open as he took it out to slip his length in it. 

“Lay down,” He said softly, as you obliged, Hyunjin hovered above you, a hand on his length, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet cunt. 

“Shit,” You hissed at the sudden friction. His smirk appeared again as he made his lips come in contact with yours, slowly sliding himself inside you—causing your eyes to roll back. You have your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back as he starts to thrust himself, being gentle at first. Hyunjin deepened the kiss, as his hand held your cheek while the other supported his dominant position. 

2 a.m. 

The time was already forgotten. Fuck the schedule, Hyunjin doesn’t want to be anywhere but here, fucking the shit out of you as he goes faster. A sinful sound escaped your lips as you dug your fingers into his bare back. He hissed under his breath at the sudden reaction but it felt so good. Your voice is like music to his ears, your neck still smells like your perfume that he always wanted to bite, your legs spreading wide for him as his length drives you crazy. Eyes were shut, feeling every movement Hyunjin makes. 

“Oh, shit, Hyunjin!” You blurted out, scratching back again, he could feel the pain from your fake nails—he had to take them off from his neck and hold them above your head, interlocking fingers with him. He went faster than before as your grip tightened along the way. 

“You’re so tight, fuck!” He hissed, making you moan even louder. 

“I’m going to kill you after this,” You said in between your gasps, tears started to form in your eyes in the sweet madness. 

“You can’t,” He teased as your walls tightened. Hyunjin is taking his time, he doesn’t care if you’d wake someone from the other room. All he wanted was to ruin you. A girl he just met, being a mess under him, can be considered as a one-night stand if he left in the morning—but he knows he’s going to look for this moment again. Even if you flee later. 

“Kiss me, you fucker,” You said as he happily obliged, still messing you up down there. His lips were hotter than before as you kept letting out his favorite sounds in between a torrid kiss. Hyunjin let go of your hands as that gave you the opportunity to play with his hair, as he went rough with you. “Fuck!” You screamed at the feeling. 

He started nipping your neck, biting and kissing before licking the mark. But your hands gripped onto his biceps, moaning about how good it feels to be ruined by him. You weren’t like this, you didn’t know why this man is making his way on you. Heavy breaths and sweat slowly dripped down from his forehead to his bangs. He sweats easily but it made him look so fucking attractive. You don’t mind, his siren eyes were staring at you, smirking at the sight of how messy you are. Being riled up as he is, you could feel how close you are. 

“You’re so pretty,” He said. 

“Baby, I’m close, fuck!” You moaned out of breath. 

“Shh, let it out,” He said grunting underneath his breath, trying to get the most of it until he felt it on his own.  

“Shit,” You hissed as he pulled away to release. A sigh escaped your lips, it was good. 

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, taking the condom off from his length, tossing it away to the bin as you lay exhausted on his sheets. Hyunjin sat down beside you as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, caressing your cheek. “Tired?” 

“Yeah, we had a long night,” You said quietly as he smiled softly, placing a soft kiss on your lips, making you smile in return. “You’re so sweet,” 

“I got scared when you said you’ll kill me,” He chuckled as you laughed along. 

“I was just overwhelmed,” You said, holding his hand as he interlocks your fingers again. 

“Do you want to wash up?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” You answered, giving him a nod. Another soft kiss occurred in between before he decided to carry you towards the bathroom. 

Rays of sunshine came in contact with your eyes as they flutter open only to see the curtains being drawn open and Hyunjin’s side of the bed was empty. He had you wearing his white polo, one that gave you sweater paws with it. The sudden hit of disappointment envelopes your body after realizing his things were gone, the room was quiet and you didn’t even budge to jump out of the bed. His strong, intoxicating scent remains on the sheets as you take the duvet in your arms, hugging his evaporated presence. It was a good night, you wanted to do it again but he’s gone. You didn’t know his schedule anyway, Chan didn’t even tell you. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you tried to get up after being sore down there. Disheveled sheets and robes on the floor, it was a night to remember, not only the moment where you made love. He was an interesting stranger, one that could sweep you off your feet in a blink of an eye. You wouldn’t deny the fact that he hit you like a train, faster enough to make you fall under his unique charm and beauty. It just felt stupid how distracted you were and forgetting one of the most important things. His contact number. 

Facepalming yourself at the thought, a piece of paper caught your eyes. It was laying down on the other side of the bed, curiosity filled the atmosphere, as your hands gently took the thin canvas. You knew it belonged to Hyunjin but you were surprised by his subject, it was a portrait of you. The one that he saw from the art exhibit last night. Every detail was there, the black dress, your handbag, your hair, even if it was only being sketched with a pencil and a white pen, it highlighted your beautiful face, altogether from his perspective. It was candid. That one talented young man. Even his signature was present at the bottom and a short notice at the back. 

“My beautiful Y/n, when you wake up, I already left. Didn’t want to wake you up since you were exhausted, don’t worry we’ll see each other again. I just don’t know when I’ll be back, but when I do, I’ll find you, Love, Hyunjin,” You read. “P.S. We already have our A Gaze of Astonishment and it made me realize how I want to plan out my entire life with a beautiful stranger from across the hall,” 

Tears started to form in your eyes, it made you fall for him even harder. Hyunjin woke up a few hours before you did. He spent his time taking glances at your beautiful figure sleeping on his sheets after an amazing night. Train of thoughts and inspiration suddenly devoured his soul, he couldn’t help but sit down and take his sketchpad and pencil to draw you. You were so peaceful and still, each glance was worth it for his art. He studied your face, he imagined the look you have from last night. It was the very first few seconds of your meeting. One that he’ll remember and cherish in his life. 

His hand dances with the pencil above the thin canvas for a while, he captured that moment like a photograph in his mind. And he will bring it with him wherever he goes until he comes back and takes you out again. A smile of satisfaction formed on his lips as he ripped the page off of his sketchpad. He stood up from the bed, leaving the paper on the other side before walking toward you and leaning for a kiss on your forehead. Hyunjin fell in love, he wouldn’t deny it. It was the best night of his life and he was thankful that he met you. 

He started to caress your cheek and whispered, “I love you, Y/n,” 

And that was it. 

“I love you too,” You said quietly hugging the thin canvas, but careful not to be ripped. 

The clock says 10 am, and that’s when you realized you should go home. Your phone is still dead and your clothes were still wet, only Hyunjin’s polo remained decent. I can go home like this right? No, it will be embarrassing, train of thoughts and panics came all over you, hoping that Chan has contacted your brother when you heard a few knocks on the door. It made your heart race, couldn’t be Hyunjin who forgot to take something or the staff? But you heard them calling your name outside. You hurried to open the door and it was your brother gawking at you. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?! I’ve been calling you since last night, but you’re not一wait,” He stopped when he realized what you were wearing and how messy your hair was. “Did you and Hyunjin hyung一oh my God,” He said as you came in blushing. 

“I was…” You paused. “We had a long night,” You continued with a sheepish smile while rubbing your nape. 

“You better tell me on the road, and Father’s furious, fix yourself up, now.” He said which made you startled. 

Jeongin knows you too well, you weren’t like this, maybe Hyunjin did make much of a difference for you in just one night. It was so unexpected for him, even for you. But hence he was happy, it’s not every night this kind of moment exists in a person’s life. You had subtle flings before and you thought that was the end of it. Then this stranger came, and it was bold and direct. No drama in between, you just wanted to have it again. Even if it takes time for Hyunjin to come back and find you. But maybe your brother can help you out. 

“You never told me that you know him?” You asked, closing the door of the passenger’s seat as Jeongin started to drive. 

“I thought you weren’t interested, besides, you’re not into art are you?” He asked. 

“I fell in love with his arts last night so I consider myself as one right now,” You said as Jeongin sighed in response. 

“Whatever,” He groaned. “I was looking for you the whole evening at the exhibit, I was shocked to know that Chan hyung saw you running away with Hyunjin hyung,” 

“He invited me to,” You chuckled. 

“You usually decline going out on the weekends Y/n,” Jeongin scoffed as he take glances at you. “Something changed about you,” He said as you smiled at him. A smile that tells happiness and love, with a hint of giddiness and excitement, warmth and delight. “Wow, in just one night, Y/n,” 

But you two just laughed it out. 

1 month later…

Your father was furious when you got home that day, Jeongin did try to explain everything but he was not getting into it. He decided to ground you for two weeks leaving you and Jeongin staying in your apartment, but that didn’t stop you from roaming around the art museums in the city with the famous artists of this generation’s works being displayed. You did try to argue with Jeongin sometimes to give Hyunjin’s contact but your Father was strict enough to ban you from it. Even Jeongin followed him and you were close to giving up. Yet that portrait of you being plastered on your apartment’s wall tells you to trust Hyunjin. Even if you just met him once and even if he’s going to take more than a month to come back, you believe he is a man of his words. You just need to be patient. 

It was another exhausting day at the university, but thank goodness you were done with this week’s tasks. One that would make you spend your whole weekend free and maybe, sleep after consistent nights of staying up. English Literature left my brain cells in you. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you plopped on your couch when Jeongin’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes were tired, glasses not being in the right place, messy hair, and crumpled clothes. You never knew why he stays in your apartment instead of your Father’s house where he lays as his favorite child. 

“You scared me to death,” You said, clutching your chest after swearing at him a few seconds ago. 

“I was awake the moment you arrived,” He yawned, scratching his back. 

“And?” You asked, getting up from the couch to take your bag back from your room. 

“Father called, he’s going to have a gathering this Saturday, yeah, that’s tomorrow,” He said checking the calendar on his phone as you emptied your school bag and went back to the couch. 

“You know I don’t attend his parties,” You scoffed. “You can go alone, or invite Seungmin or Changbin to go,” 

“They will come for sure, they’re already invited,” He sighs. “But that is not the point. What I’m trying to say is: Hyunjin hyung will come back home from Paris,” 

“He what!?” You exclaimed enough for his ears to hurt. All this time he was in Paris without telling you, he was meant to leave the country after that day to where Chan said he had a schedule. 

“Yeah, shocking right? Father told me about it, he said if you wanted to see the Artist again, you should come.” Jeongin shrugged. “Besides, he knows your affairs and you know how much he loves Hyunjin hyung’s work so—” 

“You’re such an angel!” You said tackling your brother down to the floor with hugs and cheek kisses. It was probably the best news after a week of suffering at the university. Jeongin laughed at the sudden affection, he loves it very much especially when it comes from you. Though he’s just your half-brother, you love him dearly. 

“You’re still into him after a month, without communication?” He asked, regaining your positions. “What if he found someone else in Paris?” 

“That, I will find out tomorrow,” You sigh. “I was thinking about that possible scenario, I couldn’t call him, I couldn't talk to him, nothing, but if he found someone new then, that whole one month of mourning wasn’t worth it, we were just strangers anyway,” You smiled bitterly. 

“I hope he hasn’t, I was so happy about the sudden change of your personality overnight because of him,” Jeongin said, encouraging you while patting your shoulder. You smiled at him, holding his hand. 

“I just wanted to be with him again,” You sigh. 

“Better get a new dress, sis,” Jeongin winked. 

Saturday night came, and the gathering was being held on the top floor of your Father’s company building. Everyone was there, but Hyunjin, or maybe he was just running late. There was no sight of Chan either. A sigh escaped from your lips taking that glass filled with champagne as you sat at an empty table while everyone was talking business with each other. Even Jeongin was occupied with Seungmin and Changbin’s presence. You crossed your arms on your chest, playing with a glass of champagne, you were lonely again. The decorations were nice to take your attention and even some of Hyunjin’s paintings were intact on the walls. 

Drinking everything from the glass, you walked around not minding a few stares from people from your Father’s business. Others were intrigued that you finally showed up, just for once. You didn’t care about them, you didn’t care about your Father’s opinion. It was only Jeongin and Hyunjin you came here for. A smirk surfaced on your lips when you came to have a close-up of a large portrait, one that possesses the image of a clock tower. It had his signature on it—a sketch that was painted with watercolor. You stood there, catching every detail, studying how he managed to blend everything. There you are again, giving the same look the first time you locked eyes with the very first painting you saw that night, it was beautiful. 

“It’s enthralling isn’t it?” A familiar voice said, coming in your direction. Your heart started to beat faster, really knowing who it came from. It was him, Hyun.e, Hwang Hyunjin. 

“Y-yeah,” You stutter like before. His eyes were on the portrait as you were looking at him. He was smiling with his hands behind him.

“Beautiful as always, my dear,” He said, finally looking at you. “It gets me every time, how have you—” But before he could finish his sentence, you tackled him down for a hug. Hyunjin immediately let out a soft chuckle embracing you. 

“I missed you,” You said, burying your face in his chest. 

“I missed you too,” He whispered in your ear, caressing your hair. “I know I have a lot to explain, I’m sorry for leaving without contacting you,” He sighs. 

“It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re here,” You said looking at him as he smiled, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.  

“Tell me, baby, you want to drive out of the city?” He smirked, taking a few strands of hair out of your face. 

“With someone you just met?” You chuckled in response. “Well, I’m not going to hesitate with your concept of running away, I waited for a month anyway—take me wherever you like,” 

“Your Father won’t be pleased when I say I’m not taking you back home anytime soon,” He said, giving you a long kiss before holding your hand, interlocking your fingers together. 

“Jeongin can handle him, my brother can cover for me,” You said reassuring him. 

“Good, now let’s go,” He smiled as you left the hall, excitedly. Your brother saw that as your Father was busy. A smirk was formed on his face as he continued talking to Seungmin and Changbin, you deserve to spend time with Hyunjin with no disruptions. You both head to the parking area, the car he used the last time is still the same, but before you could enter, Hyunjin pulled you again for a kiss. One that you longed for, something that you wanted to last for a while. “Champagne?” He asked, pulling away. 

“Yeah, I had a few,” You said, sheepishly. 

“It tastes good,” He chuckled. “Come here, baby,” He added, leaving a peck on your lips as he opened the door for you. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, sitting on the passenger’s seat, closing the door with a loud bang. 

“No specific destination but, we’ll have something later,” He winked again as he sat down beside you and started to drive away. 

There you are again, enjoying the rushed car ride when the night is young, the moon is high and the stars illuminate the dark sky. City lights were dancing as the cold air brushed against your bare skin. He loves that black dress you were wearing, it’s prettier than the last time—thin laces on your shoulders and a slit that shows your left thigh as it falls above the knee length. It looks so good on you, and the way he is dressed tonight matches your aesthetic. Black suit and a few buttons opened, his black slicked-back hair and rings adorning his fingers—breathtaking like usual. 

He started speeding up, a hand on your tie as the other one kept steering the wheel. You looked at him dearly, 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

“I loved that sketch you made when you left,” You said. 

“It was a rushed piece, but thank you,” He smiled. “Say, I’ve been thinking,” 

“About what?” You asked, taking his hand away from your thigh, starting playing with it, interlocking your fingers again. 

“I was going to make an exhibit in this city, every piece of art, all inspired by the image of you,” He said proudly. “But, I can’t without your permission of course,” He added, taking your hand as he kissed your knuckles. 

“Park the car,” You said, Hyunjin suddenly felt nervous as he did under a lamppost on an empty street. 

“Is something wrong? You don’t want it?” He asked immediately the moment the car settled in when you grabbed his collar, crashing your lips onto his. Hyunjin’s heart started to beat faster than ever as he pulled you to sit on his lap, deepening the kiss you shared. Hands around your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. It was warm and passionate, filled with longingness and desire. 

“Are you kidding me, you’re such a genius! I would be honored!” You cried pulling away, but he just looked at you as if you were his most treasured piece of art. He held your cheeks, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Then you’ll have it,” He said. 

“You never fail to amaze me,” You said, melting under his touch. 

“And you never fail to make me crazy over you,” He answered, earning a soft chuckle from you, kissing you again. 

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[sweatandwoe]

hello! ^u^

request for a terzo love confession fluff w/ gn reader, just need to feel smth lol

ty sm!! :D

I know you said fluff so there'll be a touch of that here, but I got an idea

Terzo x GN!Reader, Love Confession, Slight Angst, Fluff, Very very slight hint of Omega x Reader x Terzo

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He needs to confess. It is not a want anymore, it is a need. The longing in his chest is becoming overwhelming, to the point he finds himself drifting into a gloomy state whenever he passes by your room.

Terzo is a man of passion. He never has a plan - he tends to just go with his heart, then his gut, and sometimes his head chimes in when he may be doing something far too stupid. Maybe that was why you hadn't spoken to him in the past week.

He can hear his head chiming in now, that the clergy will have his head for this. But he honestly doesn't care. The third Papa needs to tell you he loves you. Face to face.

The ghouls will help, they're already waiting outside your room. He knows they have probably lingered for some time now, guarding your door the moment he started to feel the need to confess. They always were aware when he was about to do something stupid.

He hopes you don't mind it. That you won't be too angry with him.

Your room is cold. Dark. Which wasn't a surprise, when he sees you laying on top of the plush bed. Flowers surround your head, and petals decorate the length of your body. There's a small shine from the glass coffin lid that keeps you fresh and contained.

He was glad he denied the burial to happen, a point of contention between himself and Imperator. You look like a fairytale in the coffin. Painted lips, a beautiful black robe covering your body. Your hands folded over your waist like you could've just been sleeping. If he flicks his gaze over you fast enough, he can almost pretend like there's a movement.

Almost.

Terzo is a man of action, and the ghouls help him. Drawing the runes in blood, guiding him in action. Omega watches over your corpse with such care, and Terzo knows how much the ghoul misses you as well. His clawed hands rest on your coffin, and he rests a gloved hand on top of the ghoul's hand, giving it a light squeeze before they're both ushered away to light more candles, or draw more runes.

The lid is removed and Terzo speaks words he knows he was forbidden to say. Similar ones he helped curse Nihil with, with his brothers so long ago.

But you'll last far longer than a song.

After it's all stated, he sits in silence for minutes. It's terrible. His chest aches, the longer he watches you remain still. Not a single twitch. And then -

You're gasping for air. Your eyes are so wide, blinking hard from the lights. He can't even imagine how dry your eyes feel now, and you're gazing around near blindly. There's a wildness to you that hadn't been present in life, but he moves his hand over to hold your own and you begin to calm.

"Terzo?" Your voice is rough, and he shushes you, gently. Leaning down to kiss your forehead and he holds your hand tightly.

"Don't speak, amore." He smiles at your wide eyes, and he moves to kiss your cheeks next too. Joy fills his chest, and he can't help but kiss everywhere he can right now, covering your face. Omega is the one who manages to pull him back when you start to feel overwhelmed. "Apologies, tesoro."

"Terzo... I-"

"I know." He holds your cheek, smiling down at you, quieting you again with a soft tone. Your voice sounds so rough, he doesn't think you should speak even though he wants to hear your voice. "And you're back now. It will never happen again. Not while I am here."

The ghouls surround the coffin. A protective barrier, as though the clergy would burst through at any moment. But they wouldn't know the spell had been performed until your living form left this room.

You sink into the coffin bed and glance at him. The fear is slowly leaving your eyes, and he holds your gaze. He will never let anything take you away again. Terzo will put his foot down, you will accompany him on tour if you must. Or he will threaten to retire-

Mist conjures up water, and helps you drink while Terzo keeps a close eye, Omega hovering behind him. Once you've drunk your fill, you look far more lively. A tension still resides in your shoulders.

"Why did you bring me back?" It's a whisper, but now it's one of shock, laced with worry, but at its core, he knows what it is - fear. "Terzo, they'll do worse than they did to me, to you, for this. You can't-"

"I have." He says it firmly because it is already done. There was no going back now. "I love you, tesoro. I couldn't stand to live without you." Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to your own. "The clergy can strip me of my Papacy. I don't care. I do not need to follow their rules to worship the Dark Lord. We can run away together, we can-"

You silence him, by touching his hand. Your fingers are warm now, and he never thought he'd relish so much into that. "I love you too."

His heart is full. He meets your eyes before you share one more kiss, before you whisper his name in question once more. "Yes, amore?"

You lean close to him and whisper, "Get me out of this fucking coffin, please."

With a laugh, he helps scoop you up. Putting you on your feet, but looping his arm around to steady you.

No matter what happens, Terzo doesn't think he could ever regret doing this.

Even if it does cost him everything.

#sweaty asks #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost band #the band ghost

[eternadreeblissa]

Ok but the potential for Silent Prince Link. In that roleswap or so AU in BOTW

Listen, imagine him, the descendant of Hylia, trying to achieve his sealing powers but his prayers keep falling on deaf ears. The suffering he has to endure with a strict parent who doesnt give him much freedom, failing expectations so exceptionally well he beats himself up silently and secretly resents Hylia. We all know that but imagine inserting darling for a sec: he meets this person, who's been nothing but kind to him. They don't berate him or scold him, they don't expect much from him and wants nothing more but for him to be happy and given relief from his duties. His heart has never been touched and caressed so gently like soul, so he just, follows darling around, maybe roping them in strolls somewhere outside the kingdom. He takes every excuse to spend time with you, including skipping his training, or, maybe he has you with him instead of Zelda guarding him.

Now, his relationship with Zelda, isn't the greatest. One of the people who speaks their minds aloud to him (AKA near outright berating). I imagine this Zelda thinks he has it easy, or that maybe he's so privileged that he can do whatever he wants. Whatever it is she just got the wrong idea abt him. She doesn't like the fact she has to babysit him or smth guarding him; the guy avoids her like a plague anyway! (Asides from escorting him to the shrines and all. But on Link's side, he just didn't want to handle Zelda's criticism on him on top of his own parent's disappointment) she was living her best life being herself bonding with her mom, but she had to be taken away bcs she had the whole knight lineage thing under her name.

Anyway meeting darling was a breath of fresh air to him. I imagine he thinks of them as an escape: similar to how people escape reality. He spends nearly every waking moment with them, or at least as much as time and duties can allow. He never met someone who saw him for himself: as Link. Not the prince, not the descendant of Hylia. Just... Link. And she loved and cared for him like a real person.

Zelda, didn't exactly like this. Mostly bcs asides from already getting in trouble for not having Link in her vision as part of her job, if she lets you go on you might as well steal the prince away from Hyrule the more he skips duties and she might even be replaced. And while that would be awesome she'll be in even more trouble with the king or queen, AKA: Link's parent. She couldnt go back to the life she once had, not when it was taken from her and robbed of her childhood and all...

Yes, you and Link have to avoid Zelda a lot. He's actually pretty good at hiding. While he gets heavily lectured by his own personal guard its all worth it spending time with you.

But then... Hylia happened.

Why now, of all times, did his powers awaken and why of all people, did it have to be you? You were the real light of his life, in a world of darkness and oppression. The only one who gave him hope and more to live for than just his duties. Why now, when he was about to confess and run away with you, and he had you in his arms, did suddenly his own voice betray him? He wasn't himself— no, it wasn't him speaking AT ALL. THIS IS A DIFFERENT PERSON TALKING THROUGH HIM PLEASE STOP.

But he was helpless, helpless as his words were twisted to hurt you: no you weren't useless to him, you weren't in the way! You were everything he needed in life— no you were his life! He needed you! He truly loved you please! But your tears fell from his eyes, and just as he thought it was over, his hands glowed gold, he panicked, not understanding what's going on, but his hands were raised towards you, and his voice chanted; and in a bright flash, you were gone.

No. No... NO!

He fell to the ground. His life just came crashing down. Any light and joy and hope, all the good things he had in life, were taken with you as you were sealed— no, vanquished by his own hands. (he couldn't bear the thought he truly did seal you away from Hyrule forever)

It... It wasn't him. No it wasn't...

That light. That golden light. The one that his hands were forcibly used against you. There's only one person who he knows could do that to you: Hylia.

If he only disliked Hylia for putting him all through this not answering his call before, then he certainly hates her with every fibre of his being for making him lose you.

(Under the cut if yall are interested in how my OC Ava handles this! And it has some more details on how things happened—)

When she met silent prince link, he was out hiding from Zelda again and escaping from his well, life, while Ava stumbled into his world separated from the chain.

I imagine, she started off being all nice and everything to him. While Link is confused cuz this gal thinks he's the hero? Anyway, they started off a bit smooth at least and this first meeting alone had him enjoy her company, and wishes to see her more.

So they meet up more and more. Link clarified he wasn't the hero, or heroine in this matter, but didn't reveal he was the prince either. All he said to her was that, he was just Link, a nobody. And he wants to know more about her. Ava respected that, and they talked and all, but at some point Zelda found out abt her and shooed her off. (Link has never disliked Zelda more than he has now, astonishing really, currently nearly up with his resentment for Hylia)

Thank goodness he found her in some of the usual spots she visited. It was a good thing she told him about it too (if she hadn't he'd scour the entirety of Hyrule just to find her—) he tells her not to be discouraged to continue meeting up with him. He truly did enjoy his time together with her, and he doesnt like Zelda or pretty much all of Hyrule kingdom in general, sometimes including his own parent, and especially Hylia. He then spills his past to her, leaving his whole heart bare to her being.

Ava, in processing this, is then a little conflicted: His story is just like Wild's except... he's in flora's position? Wherever she is, she's somewhere very, very far. History can't be turned upside its head and forget everything and have... This. But how did it happen? Asides her thoughts, Ava understood, and would be more than happy to be there for him. Link couldn't be any more happier.

...There's just one problem: Hylia. She isn't sure how... They could continue on for long. She tells his she wants to stay a bit and help him out but, Hylia, as far as shes known that goddess, meddled a lot with her life. Often using Zelda to seal her away every time (sometimes she beats the Zeldas to it, by going back home on her own. Either the Zeldas sealed her away willingly, or forcibly, as there are some who didn't actually mean to do anything. Regardless, she was often in all sorts of troubles of messes because of her. All of this lore bit abt her can be explained for another day jsufbfhhb). She tells him Hylia doesn't like her, and if he's a descendant as he actually says he is, then she might.. use him against her.

Hearing all this, Link was furious. His resentment for that white goddess just increased a ton. He told her he won't let it happen. No matter what. He promises. Ava could only hope that promise can still hold true even with Hylia looming...

So they spent more time together, and they bonded a lot. But the King/Queen heard Link hasn't been doing his duty, (as if he hasn't already been slacking off in their eyes) so Ava didn't see Link for a few days and worried about him. The next time Ava saw a glimpse of him, he was out with Zelda, who seemed more of a hawk than she was before, heading out for training and everything.

It was quite horrid for Link :'(( so when he got back to her, he was latching onto her like a koala, wanting her attention on him and only him. If anyone tried to take her eyes away from him he glares and it's the most chilliest thing anyone has ever seen, nor did they even know Link was capable with that kind of expression! (Considering his lack thereof, in the public eye). Ava had to distract him and tell him to stop or at least, lessen that just a bit, as she takes him away somewhere more isolated where nobody will, hopefully get hurt. (He looks like he's just one breath away from hurling a book at someone's face—)

Anyway, Link wanted to catch back on lost time spent being away from her. And they did that! But again... Hylia happened.

After coming back to train once again or so, Link felt different. A bad different. He feels like he wanted to wash himself off from this feeling all over his body. He probs bathed like 3 times but, it didn't get rid of it. Probably bcs he despises Hylia a lot now and being around her mere statues or stuff just sickens him. He hopes all of that will be forgotten or washed away around Ava's presence but haha it couldn't be any more worse :'))) just like time and time again, Hylia used Link, awakening his powers and sealed her away.

...In the end, she didn't learn her lesson did she? Try as she might, leaving before she was sealed off from any of Hylia's vessels but, here she is. She stayed too long. She got attached again. She got both of them attached again and now, they're both going to be hurt, wounded from this. It's her fault she let this happen. She could only hug him in tears, trying to be there for him and comfort even though he spoke piercing words and trying to get her off from him. But deep down, this wasn't him. It was Hylia. Link always told her he loved her company and wanted nothing more but for her to stay. But just like before, with every link she met, no matter what she gets separated every. Single. Time.

So before she completely vanishes into the light and she burns in pain from its power, she could only tell Link, through her tears, she'll come back again. Just like before, as well. Because even though despite the fact she will always end up leaving or not staying for as long as she wanted, even though both her world and his wanted them apart, they'll just meet each other, again and again. In another time, or a different era, maybe a whole other world even. It cannot be helped, they were both connected. Maybe in his case, the hero's spirit didnt call her like it did with the others, simply because he doesn't have it, being Hylia's descendant. But somehow, even without it, she was here, met Link again, and similar scenarios were played. It's almost like... They truly were soulmates weren't they?

Because of that, she assures him: she'll come back, as a goddess. She'll train more, work harder, learn, just so she can stand against the selfish divine who kept meddling with their lives. She'll be there for him, and he won't have to suffer for so long in silence, but for now... It's farewell, until they meet again.

It was the one hope Link clung onto for dear life, as everything else in his world faded from mind.

#haha I went overboard under the cut whoopsie-doodles #I hope yall enjoy tho its very fun to ramble all my thoughts on this #no I do not have a name for this link im sorry 😭 at least officially. the only thing I can think of is Silent 🧍🏻‍♀️ #yes you can do whatever u want w this idea #hence the open ended idea or prompt #altho if u wanna know more about Ava #feel free to ask me! #itll finally get the ball rolling for me to explain and I love anyone who wishes to know abt my darling baby #yandere linked universe #dreerambles #ava rosamaryllis #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x oc #yan! LU x Reader #yan! LU x OC

[blazingblorbos]

oh god. oh god. oh.. oh gosh. I didn't expect this so soon. I didn't expect this today, I've been busy with life related things so the HYV calendar is really unbeknownst to me, is this update really next week already?? where can I rant about this- whERe can I rant about this-

oh. I made a blog for that exact purpose ! OKAY—!

fuck. fuck me, dude holy-

FUCK.

the slightly worried look on Arle's face as Snezhevna is reaching out her hand, only for her face to seemingly revert back to cold and neutral once the camera actually focuses in on her. Her tone is cold but her words are reassuring,,,,,,,,

ALSO GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. HOW GENTLY SHE HOLDS HER HAND.

the d o o r. the DOOR. THE FUCKING DOOR, CHAT. the slow opening at first, and once you can make out that it's certainly Arle's silhouette she shoves it fully open - both doors, both hands. incredibly attractive—. the FEAR in that man's eyes.

The crossed hands. We can't see her face but you know what expression she's making (it's not really an expression. it's neutral but you can feel it). THE FUCKING F E A R ON THAT MAN'S FACE.

Oh- she literally just grabbed him by the throat. Just like that- ! There's the expression. Oh, you feel it, alright. If you go frame by frame, you'll notice her eyes narrow in the slightest right before ->

POV: you're getting chocked out by Arlecchino, and that's actually the least of your worries. (my god she is beautiful).

I did not expect him to simply be thrown down to the ground and I ... d i d not expect her to step on his FACE. [insert gay masochistic joke here. you know the one]. Did not expect her to smile (this is the ONLY scene wherein we see her smile even slightly... huh...) *And the reason I say "I did not expect her to smile", is because with the momentum we were getting I thought she was straight up going to crush his throat, or stab him (hand, weapon or otherwise). It looked like she was digging the forefoot of her shoe into the guys head and not the... .. y'know deadly fucking heel, so that.. confused me. (and the sound when she supposedly stomped his head in did NOT sound all that impactful) but ANYWAYS I digress-

I'm of course assuming more happened after the cut to black because . madam where did you get that bloodstain on you—

BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE!?!?!? (more on this in a second)

Freminet??? Freminet feature ! (not Lyney or Lynette.. interesting). :(((( the poor boy sounds so,, desensitized. His father

holy shit quick intermission. After the mental chronological fuckfest that was "The Song Burning in the Embers" I don't think I can look at Arle and the HotH the same anymore because she's.. she's like not even 10 years older than them (?) it's insane this doesn't make any sense- ANYWAYS.

HIS FATHER comes back with what we later see to be real blood on her face. Tells him "I've acquired new funds". We know what that means... HE knows what that means!!, and the way WE - THE AUDIENCE - know that Freminet knows what it means is because the boy replies "Oh.. Okay.."

LIKE-! chat omg this is truly just routine for them,,,, Like out of the 3 siblings, Freminet always gave off the biggest child assassin vibe, but wow. To see that routine and desensitized nature of the HotH's line of work just,, splayed out in a Character Trailer is . wow. and the look in his eyes as he says it is- wow.

YEAH UHH BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE??/ The lighting in this scene now is evidently less saturated. And it's just- oh my FUCKING GOD it does so many things:

the blood on Arle's face looks... dry. it doesn't look as fresh as you may expect which could mean many things. It could mean she spent,,, hella long in there with that guy doing what needed to be done. It could mean she took care of something else immediately after dealing with that guy (perhaps smth related to the children Snezhevna wanted to save). But regardless, it means she didn't put in the effort to clean her face and hide what happened. OBVIOUSLY !!! that is so . obviously her style but to S E E IT IN MY GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTER TRAILER it's- oh my god

it serves to highlight the really, truly, bleak nature of the scene now that we know plain and simple Arlecchino just killed a man. There's no subtext, there's no reading between the lines. The only thing that didn't happen is that we didn't see contact nor see a body. But, no sugarcoating, Arlecchino killed a man. No one is hiding it. You are not surprised. No one should be but damn.

and ofc it acts as a representation of Snezhevna dying...

because it seems like the saturation is back once the camera switches to looking at Snezhevna laying in bed.

And is it me, or does it look like Arle's allowing herself to actually display a tinge of worry in her expression this time? And also, EVER so slightly in her tone as well. You can feel it, it's gentler.

"Once I'm better I'll start my next mission.."

THIS. THIS!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS!

OKAY. so bear with me. I haven't actually read any of the sibling's character stories yet, so there could be a LOT of info I'm missing but:

There's still a pretty thought-provoking conversation going on (in MY mind, at least) about just how intensely these children are being trained to be soldiers for the Fatui. They're obviously in an environment that indoctrinates them into being soldiers of SOME kind, but I still don't know what kind of soldier that's supposed to be. Are they all ALWAYS extensions of the Fatui? Or are they more-so extensions of Arlecchino specifically..? Snezhevna was obviously trying to help those children she came across, and I'm assuming that happened on her latest mission, so was the mission for a charitable cause?? What was her next mission supposed to be?? Same line of work? Saving people? Or would it switch up and was she going to be sent to "take care of" (kill .) someone???

So I don't know whether to interpret that line as a hint of them being overworked and 1) feeling like they need to continue their work out of pure fear that they'll be deemed ineffective and useless... or 2) feeling like they need to continue their work out of a sense of loyalty and duty to the place that took them in and raised them. Or both..

and ofc the funeral scene. I can't say much more than what's already shown right on the screen.

and am I bugging? Or is the location of the grave....

#LONG post #first of all. I am kissing Genshin Impact's (HoYovere's entire) artstyle on the mouth. #second of all #Erin Yvette #oh my god Erin Yvette. #the 'My child...' line.. what if I literally blow up the world I'm going to explode #Arlecchino is drop dead gorgeous in this. That's a given but what kind of gay person would I be if I didn't say it anyway #it's always a given with their trailers. A l w a y s. #she's so drop dead handsome oh my god I fucking hate gender #blazingramble #holy shit new tag wtf #I try not to do these on here often but... #meh. my blog #I needed a place to write it down and I'm honestly getting self-conscious abt using my discord server #I say the kids at the HotH are desensitized 'cause like.. it's FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE that they DON'T know!!!! #they can ACT like they don't !!! sure! repression is very real and these kids are exposed to a LOT of trauma. Yes #but they are NOT FUCKING IGNORANT about it #the older ones at least; of course the younger they are the more likely they're sheltered from the Fatui's violent practices #like Lyney Lynette Freminet and other kids their age are child assassins. Now I'm PRETTY FUCKIN CONFIDENT they've killed people #like it wasn't hard to believe before but (and remember I haven't read their character stories) before it was mostly believable conjecture #I can't get over the scene where she returns to the bed #Arlecchino #genshin impact #genshin #genshin arlecchino #the knave #Genshin the knave #blazingshitpost genshin edition #blazingshitpost #Youtube

[fisheito]

how would you eat/cook each nukani character

oh noooooooooo (holds my face in great contemplative agony) u can't do this to me

Eiden: oh mein gotTtTtt getting my hands on eiden would be like receiving an entire cart of summer fresh-from-farm produce. or an entire cow carcass . i would have SO MANY PARTS and SO MANY WAYS to prepare him and every part of him would taste delicious in its own way. there's no way i can ONLY cook eiden one way. i'd have to put him thru every process possible (true to his versatility). i thought about spitroasting him (for the joke) but that's too much eiden for one method. i need to covet him like the king tuna at the fish market as i take him apart piece by piece look. i am frying him like egg for a fast breakfast. i am meticulously grinding him to a paste in a traditional mortar and pestle. i am using him as pesto AND as dipping sauce. i will dehydrate him and drink him as tea. he will be roasted . braised. devoured raw in ceviche. i'll infuse him with vinegars! syrups! oils!! is there a way to make a sourdough starter but it's eidough starter so i can just keep him on my shelf and feed him every day and pass him down for generations? i want eiden for every meal of the day prepared 1000 ways

Aster: would aster taste like blood or the absence of it? hmmmm..... i guess it depends on when he feeds! maybe if i bite into him after a feeding session, he'll burst like a cherry tomato. but otherwise i feel like giving aster the sashimi treatment. put him all fancy on the plate with some garnishes after i treat him with a light citrus wash or smth. a fresh cool flavour!! i'm tempted to make some sort of beverage out of him. dilute him into a fancy mocktail of strange spirits and woody spices. aster juice?!?! looks like pink wine???! i have to treat this one like i'm spoiling him with gifts. he'll probably end up on the artisanal charcuterie board with the fusion jams and marmalades...

Morvay: i feel like he would have a very...particular aroma. he eats a very specialised diet so of everyone in the clan, he has to follow "you are what you eat", right?? my first instinct for some reason is to cure him. like, turn him into prosciutto. if he's gonna have a funky smell, might as well turn up the salt and cure him. tie him up and lock him in the carefully controlled environment of the curing basement. dark... surrounded by other meatbags... slap him around every now and then. slice him up thin and put him on that fancy cheese board with a bunch of other strong smelling foods. slurp him down him with a glass of astringent aster juice to balance out the richness of the morv

Yakumo: soup. he's getting souped. it's only right. might split him half and half into one soup and one stew. maybe the soup will just be a concentrated essence of snek-style broth. like a clear, warming bowl of pho that is DISTILLED YAKUMO and doesn't need much else besides some fave spices to accompany the flavour. as for the stew? i just straight up like stew and it can be so nutritionally complete. so he's going in the classic comfort stew. chunks of yakumo and seasonal vegetables simmered to make a thick hearty pot of glorp. maybe add some alcohol to it if i want to live dangerously. he will sustain me for days to come. anything that i do not turn into soup? i'm going to steam him. a mild little parcel of wrapped yakumo, gently steamed for a hot minute. yakumo tastes best to me when a little wet.

Edmond: to honour his thick sugary ass, i have to turn edmond into some sorta dessert. turn the defrosted ice queen into ice cream? now i could just put edmond in a pot and reduce him until he turns into a syrup but then i would waste all the extra good bits that make up edomon. u need the tsun with the dere and reducing him to pure dere is NOT balanced. he can withstand quite a bit of punishment so maybe i'll whip him up like a custard (by hand FIRST. if that's not strong enough, i'll use an electric hand mixer). turn him into an earl grey creme brulee where u can set him on fire then smack that caramelised crust before spooning out the goopy insides.

Olivine: i feel like i'd wanna enjoy olivine in his least processed form. just enjoy the pure marbled goodness of well-exercised, tender oli. so why not a steak? medium rare to rare? just a little pan-sear and we can chew on him all we want. (i considered searing on a grill, but it's easier around here to get a pan instead of a grill. and oli is all about being accessible to the greatest number of people.) on the other hand, that might not honour oli's nature. he, too, can stand up to a lot of punishment. he might even like it. so part of him can be the relatively unprocessed slab and the other can be a cutlet. that way i can beat him with a hammer, dredge and bread him, then toss him into the deep fryer. to be served with a variety of heavy or creamy sauces.

Quincy: this man is OLD and TOUGH and he probably tastes like every bit of wildlife in the forest combined. then again, he's also always sleeping so does that mean his meat is quite relaxed and i don't have to tenderise forever to be able to chew it? quincy probably eats the simplest diet (no processed microwave preservative type cocktails in here) so he'd be best appreciated in an equally simple dish?? i'd like to skewer him. make him bite-size and cook him over a campfire. alternating with simple salt vs. intricate dry rubs bc i'm not sure which i'd prefer. if he ends up being tough, i'll let him hang out in a savoury marinade for however many days he needs (do NOT make me put a pineapple in there, mister).

Kuya: i lied. **THIS** man is OLD and TOUGH and SINEWY and A BITCHASS to deal with and i bet if i cut him at *just slightly near the wrong spot* then some mystery sac of foul gunk will explode all over me like a punk'd prank. i will take any excuse during the cooking process to abuse this one. grate his rind to infuse in the sauce. mince him for the physical satisfaction then throw him into the blender anyway. toss him violently into a fiery wok and start saute-ing him with every other ingredient ever. i hope you get stabbed by a bunch of pointy carrots. i'll broil him as if he's not already crispy. and I BET at the end of all this work, i'll have somehow have messed up and made him inedible. skill issue. at this point i give up, toss the entire kuya into the pressure cooker, and turn him into stew.

G/Karu: i wanna toss them like a salad (i think they'll have fun with that). i could go the traditional way and make wolf jerky. bring it on the road for a durable snack! if i could somehow chop these two up and turn them into furikake, they could become my convenient, reliable flavour injector for a quick bowl of rice. it's tricky because there are two distinct flavours and they gotta be treated differently to bring out their full potential. but they're also inseparable. what do i do??? i might just put them into my party-type foods where flavours are supposed to mix and it's the wildness of the combos that make it all fun. he's going on the 12-topping pizza!! he's being melted onto the giant tray of nachos!!!

Blade: CAN I EAT THIS? WILL I DIE? WILL MY TEETH BREAK OFF? i have to debone him. i bet there are pointy bits hiding everywhere. get my special tools out and pluck at him for over an hour (i must be thorough). might just put him in the microwave (he'd probably enjoy that). i feel like essence of Blade would also do well as a bubbly drink. mix a simple edroid syrup with some club soda and some edible flowers to look pretty (low calories too!). if the legends are true and blade can adapt to any flavour, i might just turn him into a condiment or special spice mix. grind him to dust and put him in a nice glass container near my stove so i can add him to various foods (the weirder the combo, the better). keep the spirit of experimentation alive with Blade popcorn seasoning!!

Dante: i am gonna make him fragrant as hell. gonna smoke him over intricate spice combos or tea leaves and impart him with the most alluring lung-punchiest sniffs. i don't wanna be too harsh with him but i trust that he'll at least stand up to heat well. he'd probably complain about wasting time, but i'm not rushing the process. u will sit in the smoker and steadily break down over time. maybe after the smoke, i can tuck the odds and ends into a savoury saucy pie. bake him for an hour surrounded by a flaky buttery crust? i might also experiment with some fermentation, like a dante kimchi. i'm curious as to how he'd change flavours given time to age (and just relax for a bit, really).

Rei: i am pickling him. he's gonna become that sour salty lil accompaniment to every meal i have. he'll last forever and somehow never mould and no matter how long i leave him chillin in the fridge, when the time comes to put him on a bun, i know i can rely on him to not suddenly go limp. i still gotta be careful with him tho. can't just stick my fingers in the jar and introduce contaminants all the day because it IS possible to Spoil the Goods idk i just feel like i'd have to let him sit in SOME sort of marinade or brine. if i try to eat him raw i might turn 14 shades of purple before dissolving into radioactive bile

#this is something i never thought about until u brought it up #it felt like zizz pointing to this big button on my head like WHAT'S THIS? #and i respond: uhhm. i don't know. maybe you shouldnt- #zizz: presses the button #[a door on my skull swings open and my brain leaps out. landing on the floor with a wet florpch] #dude legit i was thinking about this for days #if you're wondering whether i was imagining real gore or just fun silly metaphorical cooking #it was oscillating between both. i can't tell where the mind theatre is right now. probably jumping between genres #last night i was tempted to erase my entire blurb for yakumo #and just go I WILL CONSUME HIM. ALIVE. RAW. I WILL VORE HIM STARTING FROM HIS FINGERs #then i slept on it and woke up with inhibition renewed so i left the blurb alone #the clan's all here! #asks

[fanatic1997]

OMG I LOVED ur promise you’ll fly back to me imagine soooo good!!! can i request literally anything sweet and cute with rooster? maybe smth like he comes home from a hard mission and you baked him cookies and he hugs you from behind and yall just cuddle idk i just love him!

Cookies and Small Surprises

Summary: Your husband hasn’t been home in three weeks since being sent back to TopGun for a mission. He comes home to you baking cookies and he falls in love with you more when he recognizes the recipe as one of his mom’s. After three weeks, he needs you but you’ll be damned if he ruins the small surprise you have for him.

Warnings: pure fluff. Some strong implications. 

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“Honey, I’m home.” Rooster yells out from the entrance of your shared home. You sigh in relief and feel a weight you hadn’t realized you had lifted from your shoulders.

“In the kitchen,” you hollered. Your hands were currently buried in cookie dough. You roll another ball of dough and place it onto the pan. You already had a batch in the oven. Maybe you had gone a little bit overboard. But you hadn’t seen your husband in 3 weeks.

“Mmmmm, something smells good,” Rooster walks into the kitchen and sniffs the air before leaning against the door frame. His face lights up when he recognizes his mom’s recipe.  

He cocks his head and slowly drinks you in. “You look good Mrs. Bradshaw.” The charming smile he flashes you takes your breath away. Lord, how could you forget how handsome your husband is.

He chuckles seeing your cheeks go pink at the pet name. You should be used to it by now.

You, in fact, had still not gotten used to being called Mrs. Bradshaw. Especially not the way your husband would say it with an undertone of the possessiveness.

He slowly walks over to you. You continue to roll dough trying to not show how much his closeness affected you. After all, you hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks. You feel the hairs on your nape stand as he stands behind you. He snakes his arms around you and envelopes you in a tight hug.

I missed you, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your neck.  Rooster hugs you tight and pecks your cheek before dropping his head onto your shoulder.

“I missed you too,” you lean back into him, feeling at peace in his presence. 

Your husband must have differing thoughts, however, and you shiver when he places an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder.

He continues to place open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. Your breathing grows heavy and you feel Rooster smile cheekily into your neck. Your husband knows damn well how sensitive your shoulders are.

He had been away for 3 weeks, and he had missed you. He missed the soft gasps that would escape your mouth when he kissed your most sensitive spots. He missed being buried inside of you while you lay underneath him. Most of all, he missed seeing your beautiful face thrown into ecstasy as you fell apart around him.

There was only one thought in his mind right now and it was to get you to your shared bed ASAP. Another gasp escapes your lips. On second thought, the kitchen island would do just fine.

You knew what he wanted and where it would lead next if you didn’t stop him now.

“Mmm Bradley, I’m making cookies,” you pull away and re-roll the dough you had accidentally crushed in your hand. You smirk at his groan. You need him too, but you had worked hard on the cookies. Plus, you had a small surprise for him.

The baby aviator onesie you had bought after your positive pregnancy test was tucked away in your room. You were not going to let your husband ruin your plan.

He grumbles under his breath but scoots away, nonetheless. Rooster runs a hand through his curls and swallows thickly trying to get a grasp on himself.

After the oven timer goes off, you reach for the oven mitts. The sound that escapes your husband as you bend over to reach for the tray of cookies is sinful and a promise of what was to come as soon as you let him touch you.

You slide out the fresh batch of cookies and place them on the counter. You add more time to the oven and go back to rolling more dough.

Bradley reaches for a cookie, and you smack his hand. “They’re still hot.” He pouts, holding his hurt wrist to his chest. You roll your eyes. If the baby inherits his puppy eyes, you’d be screwed.

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Author’s note: Thanks for sending in the request, I had fun writing it :) I hope you enjoy it!

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[birgittesilverbae]

smth smth mary looking at every place shannon has never touched. running her fingers along stone, over bark. at night taking out that tube of pb33 just to feel closer to her, sketches all gathered and sifted through her hands.

beatrice telling her to handle everything with care, so that it lasts. a basin of warm water because this is an archive. the oils all dried, old pallet knives, their edges still rough with paint.

mary looking at suds dripping off her fingers and feeling helpless. knowing that shannon would have painted her if she’d disappeared first. would have captured her from every angle and papered the walls with her presence, her absence. but mary sees shannon as a light pressed against the fabric of her world, leaking through and always, always out of reach.

shannon used to whisper colours sometimes, in such a whisper you had to be close to make out the sound of her voice. now, mary hears it in the quiet, in the ocean, in the wind and the rain. cadmium, sienna, cerulean, ultramarine, umber. telling her about linseed, gum arabic, pigments worked into binding agents and the way solvents and pigments are all derived from other things. pine resin and cobalt and titanium. others from organisms - bone, ivory, wood. how a painting is just pieces of the world lifted up and shaped.

so mary goes and tries to do the same. in her own way, threading shannon’s ghost in everything she touches.

thinking of shannon at the end. her bloody hand lifting that pendant high, knowing that it would serve as an anchor. shannon silently asking her to stay, to witness, to go looking for her on mountain trails, in art supply stores and galleries and in watching ava taste a milkshake for the first time.

mary puts the drawing of the cornflower into her skin as a way of saying to shannon, i’m carrying you with me.

i can never put you down

the day mary comes home with her fresh tattoo, raw and painful, an open wound, ava stops by, sits in the living room with her, interlaces their fingers. tells her, in a voice schooled away from her usual scattershot rapidity, about the dream she'd had all that time ago on jillian's couch. tells her about shannon soft and steady, still loving her family from beyond the grave. tells her about the strength it had imbued in her, the understanding of purpose. the understanding of the need to protect those she loved.

mary, unsteady with it all, trying desperately to find ways to keep hold of shannon, of the memory of her. driving ava to her physio appointments and relaxing with her on windswept beaches with her afterwards. ava, as shannon had been, always happy to soak up every bit of sun she can.

the ache in mary's chest dulls over time, with each and every sunrise and sunset ava gets to experience, with each and every moment bea gets to spend by her side. with each time lilith flickers in and out of their shared apartment, each time she carefully dusts the mantel and presents a dredged up memory to mary like a gift, like an apology, like a benediction.

lilith pulls the three of them, she and bea and mary, to far-flung destinations every so often, to sit on remote peaks or wander downtown streets of places shannon never got to visit. beatrice takes up watercolours and looks surprised, eyes shining with tears, when mary pulls shannon's supplies out for her, tubes of paint and pans and half-pans still labeled in shannon's careful print

"she'd want them to be put to use," she says, voice half caught in her throat as she shows bea how to fill pans, how to use a toothpick to remove air pockets, a q-tip to clean up the edges before slotting it into a travel palette. practiced movements, now, after spending afternoon upon afternoon relaxing and watching shannon's hands at work.

beatrice makes a soft request and mary finds herself on the rooftop at the old cat's cradle, bracketed by bea and lilith, travel palette in hand for bea's ease of use as lilith leans heavily against her other side. the light of the setting sun paints them in quinacridone gold and alizarin crimson and pyrrol orange, paints them in brushstrokes as even and careful as beatrice's beside her, and mary finds herself at peace

#ask #'anon' #warrior nun #myfic #mywn #fic: tmtl #mary x shannon