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Why's every x reader fic gotta be fem!readerrrrrrr and Why's so much of it gotta be hyper fem!reader like enoughhhh I'm dying out here
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m a r s i got this request nd im gonna write it but i also wanna see how u do with it, ive always really liked ur writing :< u dont have to im js curiousss
"luigi x male reader, pov luigi is your senior year [___] professor (pick a class, make one up even) and theres only like a 1-3 year age gap between you and him, and your friend is picking on you bcs she dont think he gonna go to [insert upcoming dance] with you so you ask him in front of the whole class just to prove her wrong"
Holy shit, im so sorry this is a couple months late. I haven't really looked at my inbox (no one has given me any asks since the dawn of my account) but I love this, thank you for giving me more writing fuel <33
| Roses | Luigi Mangione X Male!Reader |

{Y/N finds himself falling for his handsome professor, Luigi Mangione, but his bff doubts he'd go to the spring formal with him because he's a teacher. And now Y/N is going to prove her wrong, in front of the whole class.}
{Tags; Fluff, College AU, Professor/Student, Very lighthearted fluff.}
{A/N; Thank you anon for the prompt, I hope you like it! <3}
{F/N = Friends Name}
Photography class was pretty easy, but Y/N’s only source of inspiration was the professor himself, Luigi Mangione.
And it was hard to explain his muses for certain pictures when they all lead back to the man asking the questions; he had to know by now from every time Y/N stammered and looked through his notes, about how nervous and bashful the professor made him. but maybe he mistook it as just anxiety? that's what Y/N’s bff was saying anyway. “Listen, as much as i want you to get a boyfriend; do you actually think professor Mangione would go to the spring formal with you?” She punched Y/N’s shoulder while he was trying to decide what to eat for lunch. “Geez, do you always have to bring me down with you?” He said lightheartedly and gave her a shoulder punch back. “Well think about it, He’s a professor, you’re a student; if you two are seen having a few steamy affairs then he’ll get fired.” “Ew, come on, I’m not going to make-out with him on the spot… I just want to get to know him more.” F/N gave him a smug look as they sat at a table with their food. They ate in silence until F/N put her fork down “How about this, I’ll set you up with a different guy; someone who's actually a student.” “You can’t actually not believe in me this much, right?” F/N stammered a response “I- I believe that there’s plenty of fish in the sea for you.”
Y/N groaned and stood up from his chair.
“Fine! You know what? I'm gonna prove you wrong. I’ll ask him in front of the whole class then, and if he dumps my sorry-romanticizing-ass, then you have something to tease about til the end of time.”
Y/N left the cafeteria, letting what he just said he’d do sink in.

Photography class didn’t bring Y/N quite as much joy as any other day; on other days he wasn’t going to say anything other than ask questions, or for a presentation. So he waited until some of his classmates were getting their things before he made his way towards Mr. Mangione’s desk, “Um, Professor Mangione?”. His eyes met Y/N, and they were so beautifully daunting that they made Y/N doubt if he was even worthy of speaking to him. But F/N would probably ask Mr. Mangione for him if he chickened out now. Especially now that he had eyes on him. “So uh; Spring formal is next week and I was wondering if you…” Y/N grimaced, and by the raise of the professor’s eyebrows; Y/N didn’t need to finish his question. “Y/N” Mr. Mangione started, “I’m sorry, but I don't think that’d be appropriate. I’m sure there are students that would love to go with you.” Y/N was always glamoured by how professional he sounded, but his hopes of hearing his casual tone were gone. Y/N’s shoulders slumped slightly and he tried not to sound too bummed out, even though acting like he wasn’t only made his feelings more obvious. “I’ll see your photographs tomorrow, Y/N.” “Okay, have a good day, professor.” Y/N said over his shoulder. “You as well.” the professor said back.
Y/N caught up with F/N and she had an awkward smile on her face, Y/N sighed “How much did you hear?” “Everything…” She responded. Y/N ran a hand through his hair as they walked on the campus’ grassy grounds “At least I ripped the bandaid off quickly…Right?” F/N put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry I was making fun of you, I’ll do whatever I can to still make the spring formal fun for you.” F/N reaffirmed as she put a hand on his shoulder. Y/N smiled slightly, “you’re right, we can still have fun.”. The two of them liked walking around campus after classes; talking about their day and whatnot, before they had to study. Y/N parted ways with F/N and began to make his way towards the dorms, when on his way he saw some roses. But it wasn’t the roses themselves that made him stop; it was their color. They were the same cranberry-maroon of Mr. Mangione’s sweater he was wearing today. Y/N took out his polaroid camera and snapped a picture; took a moment to memorize the folds and waves of each roses petals, feeling their softness as well, and put the small polaroid inside his bag as he started to walk to the dorms again.
The next week went by like that flash from his polaroid camera, and now it was the evening of the spring formal.

“How do I look, Y/N?… Y/N!” F/N hollered at Y/N when she got her dress/suit on. Y/N snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his friend's voice “Great! you look amazing.” inside he was thinking about how awkward it’s always going to be every time he sees his professor; it has been for the past week. “Thanks, you look great as well. Even if you don’t have a date for the formal, that doesn’t mean you can’t get a cute guy to dance~” She said as she delicately applied her mascara on her eyelashes, “I think they’d be stupid to not dance with you.”. Y/N chuckled and smoothed out his pinstriped pants in the mirror; that also matched his suit coat and tie. As Y/N brushed out his hair and styled it in different ways, F/N held her hand out to him. Two tiny rose studs laid in her palm “These go well with your outfit. I can wear a different pair.” Y/N looked between F/N and the studs. “Oh, thanks.” He accepted them and put them on, and it was safe to say she was right; she always was. First it was the rose bush last week he saw, and now these rose earrings. He took them both as good signs.
At the door Y/N and F/N show their student IDs before they enter the gymnasium, greeted by loud music and even louder classmates and students. The two danced to a few songs, got drinks, and danced some more. Y/N couldn’t seem to get anyone to dance with him though, was it the earrings? He didn't want to think about it too much. He should just be having fun with F/N. The last slow song of the night played and F/N was able to get someone to dance with her, so Y/N decided to just go outside of the building. A chilly spring breeze blew past him and he shuddered a little, but the slightly cold weather would be better than the oven that was summer. So he tried to enjoy it, it was just that seeing some of his classmates going home with their dates,with their jackets over their shoulders; it made him feel a bitter melancholy. So he sent a text to F/N about where he’d be, and walked out to the football field to mope on the bleachers. He took out his phone again and looked at his phone case, where he put the polaroid of the roses in. All he could think about was his professor, every color he wore, everything he said, Y/N saw and heard him in everything. It was as if he was made of roses, and all Y/N wanted to feel how soft he was and memorize the folds and contours of his face.
“Nice picture, I haven’t seen roses like those in a while” Luigi said as he looked at the polaroid over Y/N’s shoulder, he flinched a tad at the sudden pierce of silence. “Professor Mangione- I uh, I saw them on campus.” Y/N shifted to make room for him, Luigi’s lips lifted up in a small smile. “You don’t have to be so formal with me, Just call me Luigi.” Luigi remarked, as Y/N put his hands in his pockets. The professor took in how Y/N’s hairs stood up in the breeze. He didn’t ask before he took his coat off and put it on Y/N; he tried to keep his touch on him brief. Y/N looked at Luigi with surprise “Pro- Luigi?, I’m fine, you don’t need to give me your-” “Nonsense, you looked cold… On top of looking lonely.” His considerate tone nearly took all the wind out of Y/N, and his face grew pink and bashful. Y/N didn’t get why Luigi seemed to be so caring now, after how professionally he rejected him, but he liked it nonetheless even if it confused him.
Luigi broke the tension by scooting closer to Y/N and placing his hand on his knee, “What you asked me last week, about the spring formal, i wanted to accept… But you do understand the consequences of what’ll happen if we’re together. I don’t want to jeopardize your future, especially with eyes like yours”. Y/N gulped down the echoes of his beating heart “I know, really I do. And I wouldn’t want to lose my inspiration.” He said, which made Luigi curious as to how he could be; Y/N explained further “I only took that picture of the roses because they reminded me of you. If something doesn’t connect with me, then I don’t waste film on it.” Y/N said, and he found that maintaining eye-contact with Luigi proved to be difficult when the rest of him was already attracting his attention. A smile returned on Luigi’s face as he brushed some of Y/N’s hair behind his ear, the sudden contact made Y/N’s chest feel as light as sun rays “I’m glad we have that in common. I just hope I’m not a waste of film to you…”. Luigi’s fingers traced down Y/N’s jaw, then his neck before they glided down to his waist, causing Y/N to lean closer to him. He welcomed the blackness of his eyelids as Luigi kissed him, focusing on the softness of Luigi’s lips. After all those months of daydreaming about how Professor Mangione’s lips would feel like; He concurred with all the other hopeless romantics, that they felt just like roses.
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|My Well|
I know I didn't speak much to you because I'm at the bottom feeling water: Blue.
Once in a while I looked up when I felt my voice; and now you think my silence is my choice.
You never came sooner and told me what bothered your mind; now I don't know if in the future I'll call you mine.
I can't help it that when you left me without more than a few words, any of my leftover love for you flew away like birds.
And by the way, even though you didn't ask.
I'm having fun being at the bottom of my well, feeling bitter at night, but at least you're doing better than me, right?
I don't know if we could even become friends, so I'll start weaving in all my loose ends.
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|Memories|
I don't like the setting of the sun; all it reminds me of is everything that's said and done.
And I hate the gleam of the stars and moon because then I know what I wanted was you.
The way water pours is both sparkling and thick; I hate it when my thoughts click.
When our songs play, I hate them too because none of them speak to me the way you do.
Of all these things that I accrue, I hate them all because they are not you.
#mlm poems#original poem#poetic#love poems#poemsbyme#poetry#poems and poetry#poet#poems and quotes#poems on tumblr#mlm#mlm thoughts#mlm yearning#t4t mlm
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|In My Backyard|
In my backyard I would've laid on the grass with you in the hot sun.
I would've blown dandelions into your hair, even though I couldn't have wished for anything better.
I would've joked about my rivals, or about something you liked, and reveled in your laughs.
I would've watched the sky bloom like a rose and grow dark with brief starlight.
I would kiss you again.
I would come alive once more if I did.
I would touch you again.
I would do everything I wanted to with you, if I could see you.
I would be there with you again as the world fell down.
But im still in my bed.
Because the sun doesn't shine when its not in my backyard.
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 12:Christmas in Blood|
{Billy x Stu x Male!Reader}
{Plot; Y/N is going to be lonely on Christmas so the neighborhood murderers surprise him on Christmas day.}
{Word Count; 874}
{Tags; fluff, Mild blood, drabble.}
Y/N already knew this was going to be a rough holiday season for him, since his dad had an early morning to evening shift at the hospital on Christmas day, it didn't help he was an only child either. But at least his dad said he could have anyone he wanted over as long as they didn't trash the house. Surely his friends could take a small part of their Christmas to get him… Right?.
"No can do; my old man wants to spend 'quality time' with me." Billy said in response to Y/N's plea, his arms crossed as he leaned back against Stu, who had his arms around him from behind as usual, "And as much as I'd like to be there, my parents are making me go out of town to see family." He flashed Y/N an apologetic grimace at his disappointed expression. Y/N shook it off and realized to himself that it was such a selfish thing to ask, on Christmas too? There would be no way in hell anyone could make him fit into their holiday. And now Y/N felt bad for being such an invader. "No, it's fine; I shouldn't be acting like an attention-seeking toddler anyway. I just hope you guys have a Merry Christmas." The guys watched in concern as Y/N walked off to his next class a bit early, since he felt so embarrassed at how childish he acted. Maybe being lonely for once would make him realize that he could be more independent?, his dad was always working some shifts at the hospital; would this really be that different?.
Well, as the week went on, things only felt more dreadful as Christmas was now just right around the corner. Y/N didn't want to just feel like some lonely loser on Christmas in his empty house; he could already hear that deafening awkward silence occasionally broken by ripping wrapping paper. God, he hated his imagination sometimes. On Christmas Eve night he thought he would just sleep in for most of the day and then wake up to start Christmas with his dad. But he found himself waking up early in the morning, his eyes slowly opened from sleep before he heard sounds from downstairs. He checked the clock, and it was 7 am. His dad wasn't still home, and he began to grow more awake from fear at being robbed and murdered on Christmas Day, on top of being a lonely loser. With a baseball bat in hand, he crept down the stairs as he began to hear hushed voices from the living room. "You're getting blood on the damn tree!" "I think it makes it more festive with the red, actually.""Billy!? Stu!?" Y/N said as he saw the two covered in blood and surrounded by some poorly wrapped presents. Those were definitely not his dad's craftsmanship. "What the fuck are you guys doing in my house!? I mean, I get being murderers and all, but don't you guys have family to spend time with?" Y/N said, suppressing a yawn from raising up in the middle of his sentence.Billy and Stu looked at each other, Stu grinning at Billy while he scoffed with a slight smirk on his face that he turned to Y/N. "We lied; after you told us you'd be alone, we decided to surprise you—" "It was my idea!" Stu cut in. Y/N gave them both a look of disbelief, "Really? Don't they want to spend time with you both?." Stu giggled mischievously. "Nah, I'm a well-behaved man to my parents, so they let me go for a bit." He stepped through the presents and hugged his arms around Y/N's waist; the smug sort of look on his face made Y/N want to smack him with his lips, even if he did have some blood on him. "I can be pretty convincing as well." Billy said as he looked at the two.
"Well, I just—why would you guys lie and kill, by the looks of it, to spend time with me?" Y/N asked as Stu was absently flicking the tip of Y/N's ear. Billy let out a brief chuckle and came closer to Y/N, "Because you're very special to us now, and we don't intend on just leaving you here by yourself. And so what if we have to kill some old fucks to buy you a few things? It's no big deal as long as you like it." His hand came up and traced Y/N's cheek, gazing at him as if he were a one-of-a-kind collectible. Y/N swallowed and glanced between him and Stu as heat rose to his face. He smiled flusteredly and let out a breath he subconsciously held. "I don't know what to say… But thanks for doing this all for me; I really appreciate it."Stu grinned and placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek. "Anything for our pretty little boy~," he cooed teasingly. Billy leaned in as well and placed a kiss on his opposite cheek. "Don't be scared shitless next time to say that you're feeling lonely, especially to us. Got that?" Y/N nodded at Billy's words and began to smile.Spending Christmas in blood was better, he imagined, now that he was with his two favorite murderers.
{A/N - Thank you for reading my drabbles and for just liking and giving me notes on tumblr/ao3, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and I'll be back to writing more nest year. Thank you!!! <3}
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 11: Winter Waltz|

{King!San x Male!Servant!Reader}
{Plot; it's the first winter celebration without San's wife, the queen, and he realizes just how much his most trusted servant has done for him.}
{Word count; 682}
{Tags; Royal AU, Fluff, King san, brief mentions of grief, san has a daughter.}
Once San felt the embrace of frost and the crunch of snow under his boots, he allowed himself to breathe, his breath becoming another part of the hollow cold. This garden was her favorite place, and after her death he didn't dare let any of the flowers wither or die: he wouldn't even let the gardeners touch anything and took it upon himself to keep his queen's flowers alive. And in frost they were frozen as if in a portrait. He took a moment to breathe back in the frost and flowers before he told a guard to fetch Y/N and to give them privacy once he was here.
“You called, majesty?” San turned to the sound of his servant's voice; Y/N's posture was straight in respect as always when hearing directly from the king. San stepped closer to him across the snow, his smile the warm thing among frost. “I saw how you have made everything for the ball; you have done me well… My queen would've been as proud as I am of you.” Y/N smiled and bowed his head in thanks; he felt like his father when he was a servant to San's father, when San and Y/N were just tiny tots in this big kingdom. “I thank you very much, your majesty.” San felt his service wasn't done out of fear or out of personal reward; Y/N truly seemed to care for the king and the little princess. “Take the rest of the night off; enjoy the festivities you worked so hard to plan. Maybe find yourself a partner for the waltz.” The younger man didn't seem too taken aback by his king’s generosity; he knew how gracious he was, how he resolved an entire war after the queen died. It was like a checkmate in a game of chess; a king couldn't bring himself to go through more war without the reward of his queen's embrace.
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As the dinner at the winter celebration had finished, San saw all of the young ladies of the kingdom look for their partners, but mostly they all wished for the king to take their hand in the waltz. Word spread during the celebration that San was looking for a new ruler to aid in leading his kingdom, and that's why he had invited all that could come. So before the waltz started, San stood and began to speak. “I am pleased to see my kingdom before me, grand, healthy, and flourishing in beauty as always. May we all be gathered here in hope of another gracious year, and blessed be each of you this harsh winter...”
San began to walk through the people in the ballroom, all bowing and parting a path for their king, and once he made it to the person he wished to dance with, he bowed his head to them and offered his hand to him. “Will you do me the honor of beginning the waltz?” He said to Y/N, the poor young man almost looking mortified at the way the king paid respect to a mere servant like him. “I—Your Majesty, I have done nothing to gain your hand; why me?” San looked up to Y/N, clasping his hands over one of his, leaving barely enough space between the two of their bodies. “You and your father before you have held this kingdom from the brink of collapse; you have done everything to deserve my respect... as well as my hand.” Y/N, too shocked to speak further, took hold of the king's shoulders. San held the servant close to himself before signaling for the orchestra to start the waltz.
The guests spun like snowflakes in the air as they waltzed in sync on the ballroom floor, but the most noticeable were the king and the servant, San, sparkling in gold and snow white. Y/N complimented him more than anyone else in the castle with the blue and silver colors of his clothes. San soon realized that just because this was the first winter without the queen didn't mean it was the only lonely one as well.
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 10: Luminous|

{Sorcerer! Yunho x Male!Reader}
{Plot; Y/N's younger brother accidentally shrinks him down nd he is taken to the village sorcerer, Jeong Yunho.}
{A/N - I feel like yunho in a fantasy setting as sm howl energy that it's lowkey crazy- enjoy! <3}
{Word count; }
{Tags; fantasy au, pure fluff, magical shenanigans.}
Everything around Y/N suddenly started growing bigger and bigger before he realized that no, everything wasn't big; he was just the height of a blade of grass now thanks to his younger brother practicing a spell on him. The moment you shrunk down, your mom rushed in and scooped you up in her palms; her touch was very delicate for obvious reasons.
And now you were at the best sorcerer in the village, Jung Yunho. “I just didn't know what else to do or who to go to for this kind of thing!” Your mom worriedly explained as she handed you to Yunho's palms; you were now literally in his hands as they spoke. “I see… Thank you for trusting me, ma'am; I'll get him back to size by this week.“ He spoke with the right amount of authority and care; he could easily wipe out everyone here, but he would never use his magic for his own gain; it was the mage's code after all. He closed the door as he said his goodbyes to your mother, and he placed you on his desk, tapping his finger against his chin as he looked down at you. “My… Your brother is quite the spellcaster; aren't you supposed to be a teacher of magic?” Y/N huffed and climbed on top of one of Yunho's books. “I am, now are you going to help me?”
Yunho walked over to a shelf and began to look through various scrolls and books of his; he found it a little cute how Y/N was so feisty for someone the size of a bug. He picked out a book and flipped through the pages as he sat back down at his desk. Y/N tried to peer at the pages to see what Yunho was looking at. Yunho closed the book and smiled down at Y/N. “It seems I'm going to have to make a bit of a journey for a few things; I hope you don't mind waiting until the weekend before you're back to size.” Y/N was a little anxious about being tiny for more than a day, but he had to be grateful that he was at least getting help. He shook his head. “I don't mind! Just as long as you know what you're doing!” He had to basically shout to Yunho so that he could hear him. Yunho chuckled, and he picked up Y/N in his palm. “How about some dinner to settle things down?” He said, lighting up the candles in his kitchen with just the snap of his fingers.
Y/N couldn't just deny dinner; from what he could see and smell from Yunho's dining room table, the sorcerer could cook. He didn't even have to make a dinner for 2; instead, he just carefully cut small portions of his plate and placed it on a doll's table he set up for Y/N, who gladly sat down and took in what was a large dinner to him. “Thank you!” Y/N said to Yunho as he sat down, smiling in response. “It's no big deal; you're like feeding a firefly.” He chuckled and scooped up a spoonful, trying not to stare down at Y/N as they ate, but he couldn't help but keep seeing how cute he was, eating with tiny doll utensils at the tiny doll table. Y/N happily munched on the bread and stew that Yunho prepared, although he yelped when a fly started hovering around him; he tried to shoo it away but to no avail. Yunho flicked the fly away from Y/N's food and cast a tiny circle of protection around him. “Better?” Y/N started to nod but realized Yunho wouldn't see his motion. “Yes!”
As Yunho refilled the little cup for Y/N and gave him seconds when he asked for more, he realized just how much he enjoyed having someone around. He hoped Y/N would come over more after he turned him back, because he made his home more luminous than any light he could make from magic.
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 9: Pink in the Night|

{Park Seonghwa x Male!Reader}
{Plot; A soulmate AU in which you and your soulmate will glow pink in eachothers presence once both you turn 25.}
{A/N - This is obviously very inspired by Pink in the Night by mitski, so thank you queen for making one of the best songs EVER <333}
{Word Count; 758}
{Tags; Soulmate AU, Light angst, Happy ending, Fluff, song inspired drabble.}
Y/N felt himself sink deeper into his bed sheets as the rain and traffic sounded from outside his apartment; he had just turned 25 today, and he hadn't barely spent it with Seonghwa. He didn't want to have to face Seonghwa and come face-to-face with the chance that he wouldn't glow; he'd already been through so many relationships before, and the thought of Seonghwa not being the one was already making his heart break. He heard it beat like thunder in his ears and took it as a sign it was breaking. What if he was wrong? What if one of his past partners was the one, and he'd never find them again? What if they, or Seonghwa, didn't love him back?.
Y/N almost didn't hear the knocking on his door; from the sounds of his heartbeat, he knew it was Seonghwa, and he also knew that Seonghwa had a key. But he wouldn't enter yet since he knew how hard it would be for Y/N and himself if they were never destined to be. His phone buzzed, and he opened it to find Seonghwa's text.
My Love ♥
Hey darling, I'm at your door. Do you want to talk to me?
I know… Could you just give me a minute?
Of course, I'll be right here when you're ready.
Y/N hugged his phone to his chest and wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks; he couldn't say goodbye to Seonghwa, and he could never in his life imagine him with someone else. Seonghwa no doubt was feeling it too; Y/N had been there for him when he needed him the most. He could feel that special kind of fondness and genuine connection that Y/N had with him. It didn't sound real that there could be anyone more meant to be than them; they loved each other. After some few tear-filled moments of contemplating, he rid his eyes of any more tears that threatened to fall before texting back.
My Love ♥
You can come in… please.
Y/N needed to know if his anxiety was right, that the last three years they'd been together were a mere waste of time. that his real soulmate would never compare to such love that Seongwa gave him. He never knew how much he could hate a squeaky door hinge until his opened. He squeezed his eyes tightly as he heard Seonghwa's footsteps come closer to the door, and then, inside his room, Y/N buried his face into his pillow as Seonghwa put his hand on the crown of his head. He gently strokes his locks as he lets out a heavy sigh. “Y/N... I don't—” His words stopped short, and Y/N tensed for the worst; the rain outside seemed to grow more with his constantly growing heartbeat. Seonghwa took a moment to look out at the heavy rain on the balcony through the glass doors; he breathed in a shaky breath. And he pulled the pillow out of Y/N's face to hold his face. “Y/N, open your eyes.” His tears started to come back as he slowly opened them up to Seongwa, now bathed in a pink glow. He let out a shaky gasp and sat up abruptly. As he looked down at himself, he too was glowing pink. Seonghwa was quick to pull him up into his arms and hold him tightly, their pink glows growing brightly as Y/N cried into his shoulder.
He wiped away his tears before he gave Seonghwa a weak and loving smile. “You're finally mine…” he breathed out. “I was always yours. This just makes us more concrete.” Seonghwa pressed his lips onto Y/N's; the faint sweetness on his lips felt like a new flavor he could never find anywhere else. They pull away after a moment, and Seonghwa looks at the rain through the glass doors. “I didn't do it right; can I try again?” He asked as he pushed them open, the sound of pouring rain nearly indistinguishable from the way Y/N's heart. Y/N nodded and stepped out into the rain with Seonghwa, smiling down at him with a softness that was amplified by his pink glow. He put his arms around Seonghwa’s neck, Seonghwa following suit around his waist. And with hearts beating and their beings glowing pink, they touched their lips together once more, with every drop of rain seeming to sing.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you’
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 8; Blue Moon|

{Chiba Mamoru x M!SailorMoon!Reader}
{Plot; Y/N is at the party with tuxedo mask (Unknowingly)}
{A/N - Y'all i was kinda lazy with this one im sorry T~T}
{Word count; 582}
{Tags; Male reader, sailor moon reader, Fluff, Drabble,}
Y/N couldn’t stop Mamoru from whisking him away on the ballroom floor, and frankly he didn’t want him to. With this kind of atmosphere—drinks, playful chatter, romance—it aided in lifting Y/N’s stress from having dealt with more enemies sent by Queen Baryl. The other sailors were either on the sidelines talking, getting a drink, or dancing with another guy. Y/N hoped Mamoru wasn’t too uncomfortable with their close proximity; he always enjoyed Mamoru’s, but sometimes he wished that Mamoru would just press his hands further into his skin and lean in and—“Y“/N, your feet are a little wobbly; do you need to rest?” His voice pushed Y/N out of his thoughts. The sailor-soldier might have had a bit of a long walk from school to his house thanks to missing the bus; mixed in with the fighting earlier sure exhausted him. He nodded, and Mamoru took him out to the balcony.
“Hm, a full moon…” Y/N pointed out as he looked up to the sky, he sat on the stone bench beside Mamoru on the balcony. “Full moon again? It must be a blue moon.” Mamoru gazed up at the moon as well, and Y/N couldn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes even through his mask…
His mask sure made him look familiar.
Y/N’s eyes widen a tad, but he doesn’t let Mamoru see when he turns his gaze back to the man beside him. “How have you been recently?… You seem more tired than usual, even for an airhead like you.” He teased, and Y/N huffed, “I’m fine; I missed the bus earlier, and I was, uh, working out as well.” He said quickly, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to beat faster with each of Mamoru’s words. Mamoru raised his eyebrows and smirked, “Working out? You must fit in with the other dumbbells.” He chuckled, and Y/N wasn’t mad as soon as he heard that laugh, and it caused his face to warm and pinken in a soft blush. Mamoru stopped when he saw the look in Y/N’s eyes and the new color on his face; Mamoru was starting to think that Y/N was even cuter like this, with that look of fondness and adoration in the smaller man’s eyes. He coughed a little, and the air around them fell silent, save for the party that was inside, and they both looked away from each other.
“Mamoru?…” Y/N spoke up, his tone indicating that he was a little nervous. He looked up at Y/N as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah?” Y/N bit his lip in contemplation. ‘Just ask him out!’ His thoughts shouted at him. “Have you ever dated a guy before?” ‘NO, that wasn’t what I was supposed to say!’ Y/N felt the awkward question leave his mouth along with any moisture left in it. Mamoru’s eyes widened, and he started to smile again. “No… But— He took Y/N’s hand in his. “It’s you, and I don’t care much about your gender… Sailor Moon. Y/N let out a small gasp and abruptly stood, Mamoru following suit. “It—it is you! That's why you look so familiar with that mask.” Y/N’s smile soon took over his lips, and he hugged Mamoru tightly. The taller man held him as well and ran a hand through Y/N’s silky hair, a feeling of déjà vu washing over them both, no doubt from a millennia ago on the moon.
“My Sailor Moon.”
“And my tuxedo mask.”
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|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 7; I love him|

{Non-Idol!Kim Hongjoong x Male!Reader}
{Plot; Y/N in love with Hongjoong, and even at his engagement party Y/N's feelings don't fade away.}
{A/N - I physically couldn't not make this have a hopeful ending T~T}
{Word Count; 928
{TW!!; Internalized homophobia, religious guilt, use of the F slur.}
{Tags; Pining, Angst, First person POV, Angst with a hopeful ending.}
Pure is what the wind around me was.
Here, my best friend's engagement party. out in a large field of wild grass and flowers. The fairy lights swayed in the gentle waves of night air. The moon glowed with a serene ambience, hanging above the guests in faint light. The chatting among the guests sounded like the chirping of birds in a forest. all while a small orchestra played their old folk songs that seemed to echo beyond the fields with flowing, god-like grace.
Not me.
I was happy that my best friend Hongjoong, who had chosen me as his best man, was getting the happiness he deserved with a relationship that was destined to be perfection and fulfillment. But it always seemed to be other people's happiness that was like the thronging of a church bell, reminding loudly of whom I was in this moment in time and where I wanted to be. Even though I had repented for all of my thoughts and feelings, I would always be the fallen angel of the morning star that burned forevermore. And you can't love a god when you're the lucifer in his story.
The way I walked through these strangers reminded myself of that snake in the garden, having eaten and now slithering with the knowledge of my own sin, all while surrounded by the blissful Adams and Eves. all so perfect... And I am the ultimate sin, son, as I always will be. I can tell I'm being watched as I look for Hongjoong; I know their every thought since I've heard it all before. 'He'll be burned and torn in hell.' A familiar stranger I pass probably thinks, 'He's just some fag,' I can feel another thinking. It's always the same, but then again, I'll always be the same, no matter how hard I try to not be. He waves to me from the field where there are people dancing, "Hey y/n!, come dance with me!" He says with a sinless smile, one I wish to keep forever. I stride to him with my gaze turned down at the grass, just so I pretend like I'm admiring nature, then trying to be ignorant to the eyes of judgment around me. He clasps my hand in his, and I start to feel ashamed of myself as he speaks to me softly, "Why don't we practice a little? since there's still time for you to get a nice lady for the wedding."
He chuckles, and it's the sweetest sound I'll ever hear. yet it doesn't soothe me one bit as I feel the warmth of his skin on mine. And all I wanted to do was melt, in hopes a part of me would be stuck onto him forever. but I'll never let him know. "Sure, just don't make it weird or anything like that," I said in a way where he would take it as a joke. when really I'm scared of how he'll hold me and how he'll make me want it more.
He smiles and sweeps me into his embrace as we now follow the same movements as the other dancers. My chest is nearly pressed against his, his breath becomes mine, and his hands are holding me...
He is. holding. me.
He's holding me like I was always his to be. He's holding me as my throat is about to cave in. He's holding me without even knowing how much this is hurting me.
And all I want is to cry until I am nothing but bones in the dirt.
He glides me across the grass and flowers like it's a royal ball. His hands are cupping my waist while I suppress my dirtiest sin; I look in his eyes as he looks back and hold back the quiver in my voice and shaking in my hands. "A little cozy, aren't we?" He falls for it and chuckles again. "Yes, but you're my best friend. It's only natural we're so close." Does he not realize we're closer than he thinks?, or am I the one thinking we're closer?when this is actually the furthest I've felt from him. And for the first time in a damn while, I want him to see me. I want him to see my sinful thoughts, to see just how tainted I am from my feelings for him. That's the only way I'll ever feel like I can live on to be at his wedding and watch him marry what God intended. But maybe God doesn't want my happiness.
If he did, I would be the one in her place, and Hongjoong would be the one saying his vows to me; he would be the one kissing me, and he would be holding me like he is now if we had a first dance. I wouldn't feel ashamed to be his husband if God wanted my happiness.
Hongjoong smiles brightly at me as we are whisked away in dance among the cool breeze like leaves, "You feel so cold, Y/N..." He pulled me flush against him, and our noses are nearly pressed together. "Let me help you." I want him to help me; I want to have him all to myself like I used to. A part of me starts to feel hope, not from God, but from a chance that this is the universe where I don't have to be a girl. I have to tell Hongjoong tonight that I can't do this to him or myself anymore. I don't care if God hates me.
Because I love him.
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|12 Days of Drabbles | Day 6; Last Kiss|
{Luigi Mangione × M!Reader}
{Plot: Y/N sees his bf as soon as he found out he was caught.}
{A/N - Hear me out...}
{Word count; 518}
{Tags; Drabble, humor (attempted), Angst, Mlm}
Y/N could barely believe it; as soon as he heard that they got him, his Luigi, his Gigi, his lover, or whatever name the media decided to give him, but no matter what and before anything, that man was the love of his life. He’d kissed him before Luigi had done it, and by god, did that kiss hurt knowing what would happen if he was identified as the culprit; Y/N refused to let prison separate him from Luigi, and he couldn’t not be able to visit him in prison.
He practically fought his way through reporters and officers in order to see him, and Y/N would rather drop dead than tell any of them that he knew about it; even if his Icarus flew a little too close to the sun, he would be there to put his wings of wax back together. Y/N, by some Christmas miracle, had been let inside to see Luigi while he was still in police custody after questioning. He saw the shock in his eyes as he entered the small room and was left alone with Luigi, although the cameras would pick up anything they did and said. “Y/N?" Luigi stood, but his handcuffed hands were still bound to the table, so Y/N slung his arms around him and held him tightly. “Gigi, I can’t believe this is happening to you—” Luigi pressed his lips on Y/N’s from all the adrenaline of being caught; god, it was just what Y/N needed as well. He didn’t know when he would get another chance to feel Luigi’s lips on his, so it was better to kiss him as much as he could now.
Luigi pressed more passion-filled, desperate kisses onto his lips before pulling away slightly, their noses brushing against each other. “Oh vita mia, you're always with me when I need you the most. Are you sure you’re not an angel from above, Tesoro?” His lips curved up in a small smirk; it could be the last time Y/N saw that look on his face. His only wish was that Luigi wouldn’t be put in some place solitary. He smiled back slightly and looked deeply into Luigi’s dark eyes. “I wish I was, then I could get you out of here, and we’d be back at our place with McDonald's and each other.” Y/N couldn’t hide the melancholy in his tone; he would miss those midnight McDonald’s runs that ended in the most passionate nights of his life. With Luigi’s hands bound, all he could do was pepper delicate and desperate kisses. “I’ll be alright, vita mia; all you have to do is keep my bed warm while I'm away… This is not our last time together; stay happy for me, Tesoro.”. Y/N sucked in a breath as if he tried to taste Luigi’s words on his tongue, and he nodded before pulling him into another kiss of love-filled longing for more time—just a little more space to breathe him in and exhale his stress. But if there was one thing Y/N knew for sure…
This would not be their last kiss.
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|12 Days of Drabbles| Day 5; Snow On The Beach|

{Felix X Gn!Reader}
{Plot; Felix finds their childhood friend alone on the cold, snowy beach.}
{A/N - Inspired by Snow on the beach by ts/lana del rey, Enjoy! :3}
{Word count; 441}
{Tags; Friends to lovers, mild hurt/comfort, drabble.}
Felix was all that they could think about; they were his best friend. It’s no wonder Felix ran out of his hotel room to the bay with an extra coat for Y/N.
Y/n hugged themself as the winter breeze swept through their thin sweater. "Y/N!, hey!” They turned around to the sound of his voice. Felix ran up to them along the beach behind them; he quickly caught up to them and held out the coat as he tried to catch his breath. "Don't get cold, Y/N. It's still winter, you know, even at the beach." Y/N took the coat from him and put it on; he didn’t have to ask to know it was his. “Thanks…”. Y/N kept their gaze lowered; they couldn’t bear to look at him with all the thoughts that swirled like cocoa in their mind. “What’s wrong?” Felix asked. “Nothing” ‘Everything’ was what they wanted to say, and Felix knew better: you wouldn’t be walking down the frost-dusted sand if it was nothing. “Don’t lie to me… please.” He sounded desperate, and it made Y/N feel guilty having caused that tone.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered up at Felix as they took in a breath of frosty air. “Would you hate me if I liked you?…” Their eyes grew teary. Felix and Y/N stood in the snow as waves ran up and down the shore, snow settled on sand like dust, with no one else but them. Felix wasn’t surprised by their question; it hurt that they didn’t know the answer. He placed his hat on their head snugly and hugged them tightly. “No… Never.” He whispered, as if his breath would blow away the dust-like snow on the beach. Y/N let their tears fall in small lines, growing cold on his face with the coming breeze, as he put his arms around Felix as well. “Good…”.
Felix wiped away their tears once he saw them with mittened hands, holding their face to keep them warmer. A small smile fell on his lips like the falling frost. “Your lips look cold. May I?" He felt it wasn’t necessary to say what he wanted, and Y/N knew what he was asking, so they lifted themselves up on their toes and brushed their lips to his. Their kiss didn’t become any more passionate than how it started, because it's what they both needed most; Y/N more so than Felix was a soft love. Felix’s arms wrapped around Y/N’s torso for more warmth and closeness.
Even in the numbing cold, Y/N felt the warmth and no frost, and just like snow on the beach, it all was weird but fucking beautiful.
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