#373 wc

[lgcjisoo]

lime green. it's a colour that he never really focused on, or paid attention to. any belongings or articles of clothing managed to find their way into his closet through the magic of time, the little gremlins that had legs bringing those pieces there somehow. but he never wore it that often. there were other tones of green he preferred. that much he found out. so he's bringing what he has, props and the few slivers of clothes that he has to the stylist so that he can go over it with them for the respective shoot. after seunghyun and he brainstormed, this was what he could come up with. the essence of green, and maybe not so forced, especially for arena homme? he's unsure.

what did he manage to find? well... a dusty old gameboy colour. nintendo switch with one green controller. socks. scarves. not much clothing wise, other than one shirt. it would have to do. they did indicate for clothing and props, thank goodness.

"i'm so sorry, this is all i have to my name. i'm hoping seunghyun will be able to come up with more, possibly? i don't really think it's 'my colour', but i could be wrong." he's never done one of the personal colour tests after all, which jisoo really does want to do for his channel one day.... "please be completely honest and tell me if we can actually use any of this," as he did prepare the one shirt he had, with a black outfit. there's no way he can do a full green. it endss up being one green piece that sticks out among the rest of his green outfit. "is this green enough? i could also add the socks in there, and make them stick out if i wear a more cropped pant. what do you think? he takes another blazer that the stylists recommend, and take off the sweater instead. this shows off the green undershirt a lot better. they always did have a better touch, which is why its their careers after all. he's thankful for the ability to be able to communicate and discuss with the stylists, after all. "what do you think about this now? a belt, no belt?"

[bekaito]

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had kaito expected to get a callback from his audition? not really. yes, he had hoped that he would, though hoping and actually achieving something were two totally different things. so, the moment he received the notice of passing, including the instructions that he needed to know about the callback audition, he began thinking of what he wanted to show them. he could easily show them a self-made choreography, though at the same time he's sure that he had shown most of what he could do when it came to dancing when he was on next gen, so, in the end, he decided to do a self-composed rap instead.

standing in front of the company officials, kaito takes a moment to introduce himself and make sure that everything is in place. "hello, i'm yamamoto kaito. i'm currently 24 years old and currently working part-time as a dance teacher and tutor." once he's done with the introductions, he gives a slight nod to one of the staff members off to the side to show that he's now ready to begin and within a matter of seconds, he's starting.

making sure that kaito displays not only his confidence but also his more charismatic side, he makes a point to maintain eye contact with those within the room. after what he had learned and experienced from participating in next gen, he even makes sure to have fun and let loose a little. he not only treats this like an audition, which is what it is, but also shows them that any ounce of nervousness he had previously felt upon arriving was now gone as he continues performing the rap he had prepared for them today.

only once he's done does he stop and let out a heavy sigh of relief, thankful that he had managed to keep his flow during his performance and also glad that he hadn't choked up and made a fool of himself. bowing politely and thanking them for their time, kaito finally exits the room and can only hope that they'll at least consider giving him a chance to prove that he's more than capable of doing this. he won't let them down if they were to decide giving him a chance.

[peacheeeliz]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ a funeral pyre spin-off!

SYNOPSIS ⤏ after niki takes over her old roommate's lease, y/n has a hard time adjusting to the new living arrangement. it's totally not because niki's life goal is to terrorize her or anything.

PARING ⤏ roommate!niki x promiscuous!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, miniseries, rom-com, enemies to lovers, college au

FEATURING ⤏ heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and niki from enhypen, anton from riize, wonyoung from ive, gunwook from zb1, danielle from newjeans

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ loveyeno on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, kms/kys & lots of nsfw jokes, mentions of hook-ups and multiple partners, suggestive, pls ignore timestamps 💔, y/n is a bit insufferable for awhile

PLAYLIST ⤏ pornstar, nessa barrett | let's be friends, emily osment | me and your mama, childish gambino | champagne & sunshine, plvtinum | one more night, maroon 5 | eyes don't lie, isabel larosa | die for me, chase atlantic | positions, ariana grande | r u mine, artic monkeys | hit my line, plvtinum

STARTED ⤏ 12.21.2024

STATUS ⤏ completed ♡

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

mean girls | niki & co.

001. roommate duties

002. where. tf. is my oat milk

003. what r u on rn...

004. jennifer's body ahh response

005. it's sad

006. time to lock in

007. sausage ur favorite 😒

008. RIKI'S HOME

009. maybe she kissed him

010. WHAT

011. make me

012. emotional support animal

013. sound familiar??

014. roomie things 😋 (373 wc)

015. god he's so hot

016. oh.. this is fitting

017. the prettiest girl

018. u better be running

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

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[amatariki]

STUCK IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ it's not like i'm still not over you

in lieu: you meet riki again a long time after your breakup at a wedding party.

the muse: non-idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader wc: 373 warnings: uhm uhm cringe ig? js random stuff

whispers: first drabble...not really a drabble...js smth I wrote based off ariana grande's twilight zone for the funsies. don't expect anything for the next 6-7 weeks...exams man...

reblog and i'll kiss you <3

You look around, a glass of champagne in your hand as you continue observing the party happening before you.

It’s lively and cheerful; the two things you don’t feel right now as couples twirl around in front of you to the songs playing.

However, you can’t resist the rhythmic tapping your foot takes on as a song plays. And it’s not just any song. It’s that song. It’s your song.

As you find yourself swaying to the beat and humming along with a smile on your face, you reminisce how you and Riki met each other at a house party back at college, having dance battled each other to this song.

You remember his smile as you two match each other’s vibe, his laugh when he won. Of course, he’d bragged about it first, but then he was cool about it. Choosing to flirt with you instead.

You snap out of your thoughts as a familiar deep chuckle erupts from someone nearby. You look to your left to see Riki.

“Thinking the same thing?” You ask, your tone friendly.

“Yeah,” he says, his tone equally warm. “I know it’s been a long while and we’re over, but this song brings back good memories.”

"Yeah," you agree.

He pauses for a second, as if he were contemplating whether or not to do what he was about to do. Then, with a chuckle, he sets down his glass of wine before holding his hand out for you to take. “Maybe you’d like to dance to our old song?” He asks, hesitantly.

For a moment, you’re speechless. But then, you place your hand on his, and he swoops you onto the dance floor with a smirk.

The song goes by as he twirls you around skillfully, cracking jokes and making small talk throughout the song.

“It’s so strange,” you say to him. "Having a dance with my ex. This, I never do.”

He chuckles, his voice deep and velvety. “Maybe, we could have more than a dance,” he says, smirking as he pops the suggestion like it’s nothing. “Do you wanna maybe catch up over dinner next week?”

You think about it for a while. It’s not like you had anything to lose. “Sure,” you say as the song ends.

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[mirrology]

𝒞ARE (.n) ꒰৯ ໒꒱ ━━    " the process of protecting someone or something and providing what that person or thing needs " wc: 373

── .✦ 𝒴our brothers are idiots. You know that very well, they get into scuffles almost daily and can never stop bickering. Every time you walk into their room they're already arguing about who knows what. Despite all of this, you know that they care about each other, you suppose that throwing insults at the other is their love language.

They care for each other, and they care for you too. Whenever you feel like your world is falling apart, they always know how to make you smile. Atsumu's hair ruffles might be annoying, but they bring you back to reality when you start to spiral and remind you that you’re not alone. Osamu’s rare home-cooked meals provide warmth and serve as a reminder that even when you don’t see it, there will always be someone who is concerned for your well-being.

Yes, your brothers may be idiots, but it didn't matter to you.

↳ Soft snores escaped your slightly open mouth as you gripped the soft blanket in your closed fist. Your eyes were puffy and red, and drying tear tracks shone under the dim light of a lamp. A calloused hand stroked your head, the same one that lulled you to sleep not too long ago. "Geez, they fell asleep pretty fast." Atsumu hummed with an amused grin, propping his arm on the plush bed as he lay on his stomach. Osamu nodded, continuing to provide you with comfort, even if you were asleep.

"They must have been exhausted." The grey-haired twin uttered, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your tear-stained face. Atsumu picked up on his twin's gaze, "D'ya think it was someone?" His face turned serious. Osamu only shook his head. It was a possibility, but they would have found out by now if someone was making fun of you.

The fake blond only raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "We can ask when they wake up if it makes you feel better." Osamu huffed at his twin's judgemental stare, giving him a deadpan in retaliation. Atsumu nodded and turned to lay on his back, perhaps he could also take a nap in the meantime. Osamu rolled his eyes at the other, but he didn't mind looking over his siblings.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Bound to happen || Billy the Kid x reader

Summary: Billy knew what would happen when burping his newborn child, yet he still insisted on doing it anyways.

Warnings: vomit, breastfeeding? I think that’s abt it.

Wc: 373

A/n: I wrote this for the second time because I accidentally clicked onto a notification from tumblr and it didn’t save 😃

Divider by @pommecita

You sit in the cozy rocking chair, cradling your three-month-old daughter, Kathy, in your arms. The soft glow of the lamp in the corner casts a warm light, creating a serene atmosphere in the room. As Kathy nuzzles against you, finding comfort in her mother’s embrace, you catch a glimpse of your husband, Billy, watching with a curious and intrigued expression.

Billy has always been fascinated by the wonders of the female body, and the act of breastfeeding seems to captivate him. You can see the admiration in his eyes as he observes the gentle bond between you and Kathy. It’s a quiet moment, filled with the subtle sounds of your daughter’s content suckling.

“Ever think ‘bout how incredible it is, what your body can do?” Billy breaks the silence, his voice filled with wonder. You glance over at him, a smile playing on your lips. “Absolutely,” you reply, feeling a sense of pride in the marvels of motherhood.

The fascination in Billy’s eyes deepens as he continues to watch. After a while, he shifts in his chair, a newfound determination on his face. “Mind if I give it a shot?” he asks, a playful glint in his eye. You raise an eyebrow, amused by his curiosity. “Breastfeeding might be a bit challenging for you, dear,” you tease.

Billy chuckles, “Not that, but how about burping? Can I try burping her?” You nod, “Of course you can, Billy” passing him your precious bundle. He carefully takes 3 month old Kathy from your arms as she’s practically swallowed by Billy’s arms.

Billy, now holding Kathy with a mix of uncertainty and excitement, positions her against his shoulder, You watch as Billy gently pats Kathy’s back, slightly rocking her. “This is fun-“ Billy freezes as he feels something drip down his clothes back.

You stifled a laugh as he shuts his eyes, his nose crinkling from the smell. “Jesus,” He groans as you grab a cloth and wipe his back, Kathy’s staring at you over Billy’s shoulder with her blue doe eyes. “Well, that’s a first,” he says, glancing at Kathy, who looks equally surprised by her own actions.

After you finish wiping his back and Kathy’s mouth, Billy readjusts her in his arms. One hand behind Kathy’s head while the other was just under her bottom. Kathy looked up at her father with an innocent expression. “How could I get mad at you, darling?” He sighs, kissing her cheek as she breaks into a smile. You look over Billy’s shoulder just as your daughter smiles, Billy and you aweing over her cuteness.

[party-pri3st]

Pandreo can't see the end of the line of people pouring into the cathedral. For all he knows, it could stretch all the way back to town. There are a few branches extending to a handful of priests behind the pews, but even with their experience, they seem overwhelmed.

As out of place as he feels, Pandreo is no stranger to holding people's troubles, giving them a listening ear - it's just that it feels customary for him to lead them in a freeform dance afterward. But this is simply not the place.

He takes his station, and his own little line forms. There are weeping mothers who have not yet found their children, wounded soldiers who can't support their families. Others ask only for an audience with Archbishop Rhea, but even Pandreo hasn't gotten a glimpse of her yet.

He grasps hands, holds shoulders. He treats everyone in his care like they're the only ones in the room. He prays with them, asking for the Goddess to guide them, soothe them, reward their piety.

(Pandreo starts out praying to Sothis. He really does. But as the line shows no signs of dwindling, he slips back into his comfort zone. He invokes the Goddess, but behind his closed eyes, he sees the Divine One.)

After what might be hours, when his feet sting and his neck feels heavy from bowing his head, Pandreo finally notices Professor Byleth. He recalls the splendor of his Emblem well, how his guidance made Pandreo dance with a borrowed grace - but he knows this man is not the same. 

As far as Pandreo knows, the Professor isn't a priest, and yet he's comforting the wayward townspeople just like one. Pandreo watches him with a sort of wonder, some starry-eyed familiarity. The Professor will not recognize him, at least not from his Elyos days.

When the crowd dwindles and Pandreo has a chance to strike up a conversation, he goes for it. "It's good to see you, Professor." He extends his hand. "It's been great to pray with so many people in such a difficult time. To be honest, though…When things are this heavy, all I really want to do to lift people's spirits is throw a party for them." @cendrivinite

before this river becomes an ocean

[Mission Task: Restoration - Rekindling Faith]

[myngmynggie]

nerdy!euijoo x mean!gf reader where people wonder how they could ever date but euijoo actually is SOOO DOWN BAD 😭 js a fluffy fluff bc euijoo brainrot is real 🙏🏽🩷

Nerdy bf Euijoo x Reader Headcanons (kinda i think?)

Nerdy! Bf! Euijoo x Mean! (but not really) Gf! Reader

Tw: none, just fluff to the best of my rushed ability

Wc; 373

☆ De note ☆ juju brainrot is so real I fear. (Also so so sorry this short ahh fic took so long 😔) if there's any mistakes forgive me I didn't proof read..

• Nerdy!Euijoo who's friends just could not see what about you he liked.

• You were cold and didn't get along well with others at all, the complete opposite of their dear Euijoo so how?

• But you two were cute together, anyone could tell from a glance how into you he was.

• In the way he's always seeking you out on campus, to the way he looks at you- so full of love and adoration- the man was whipped and you loved that.

• You weren't exactly mean just blunt and not many people could take that. Unlike nerdy!Euijoo who's outgoing and positive, you were more aloof and pessimistic-- more so with others you didn't know well, though you were still very much so closed off to those you considered close-- Not like you're going around beating people up how some people thought.

• Nerdy!Euijoo who does everything in his power to let the world know just how infatuated he is with you.

• Never shutting up about you! (save his friends they're tired..)

• "Today me and y/n went-"

"Told y/n I loved her today for the tenth million time, one day she'll say it back!"

"OMG GUYS!! You wouldn't BELIEVE what just happened while I was with y/n!"

• Genuinely save them.. they're this 🤏 close to strangling him.

• Love love LOVES to shower you in affection no matter where you are, even if you aren't the most receptive to it.

• In private however, you can get a little touchy. Especially if you've just hadn't the best day and need your cute Nerdy! boyfriend to comfort you 💗

• in conclusion, you may be a little mean at times but you love him dearly (maybe tell him that sometime.. he's been waiting patiently-impatiently-)

Nets: @kstrucknet

☆  De notes ☆ sooo... long time no fic but ☝ I'm like hella busy + unmotivated/(I'm getting back into drawing so my other hobbies are calling me more when I have a little time 😬)

Gonna try to be more active tho.. anyways, reqs are still open (since I only got one) plz don't be shy and send a ask! I really hope this was okay lol

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[wistericaine]

axe or chainsaw? | mattheo riddle

murderer!mattheo x murderer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 373

summary: you and mattheo debate whether to buy an axe or chainsaw

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk (bc these two are freaks i say)

“Did you want to get an axe or a chainsaw?” you asked Mattheo curiously.

The two of you were standing inside of a tool store—one that the two of you go to often to grab tools for new cases. Mattheo had been acting rather rash and aggressively recently, which made the both of you decide that it would be best to get new tools. 

“A chainsaw’s rather flashy,” he murmured quietly, hand on his chin as he thought. “Hard to wield, but more effective. The axe is always timeless though.”

“Just like us.” you hummed out quietly, a small smile on your face. “You need arm strength for axes.”

Mattheo gasped dramatically when you said that, hand clutching at his heart with an almost hilarious fold of his shirt fabric. “Are you calling me weak?” he asked you with a fake sob.

“I’m just reminding you.” you smiled innocently at him, batting your eyelashes just a bit before picking the axe up. “You might have more precision with this one. Chainsaws might be a bit easier to lock away.”

“How on Earth is a rotating saw blade easier to lock away?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Personal experience.”

Mattheo and you debated the two tools for a couple more minutes before deciding on just buying both, the weapons in one hand and the coupon in the other. You were rather positive that the coupons would be accepted, though Mattheo wasn’t sure whether the blood stains on them would be questioned. He was sure that the new tools would be used very soon if the clerk questioned both of them.

Said clerk looked at the coupons when the both of you walked up with them, though he responded with nothing more than a chuckle. “Remodeling job?”

“Something like that.” you smirked.

The clerk laughed as he scanned the coupons, the cost of your tools cut. You decided to hold your axe as you walked out of the store, putting it in the back of the truck in preparation for your next killing. “Do you think he believed it?”

“Do you want to kill him just in case?” he asked you genuinely.

You looked at him for a moment before shrugging. “I think he believed it.”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! yall thought u could escape me on vacation but u were wrong, im posting still and there aint nothing u can do about it. thanks so much for reading!

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[writing-until-i-drop]

Edging | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader | wc: 373

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! oral (fem receiving), dom!Phoenix, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

“I was thinking we could get sushi for dinner,” Tasha said from between your thighs, pretending like she wasn’t just eating you out like a woman starved. You groaned, raising up on your elbows to glare at your girlfriend. This was the fifth time in the row she had brought you to the edge only to stop for a conversation.

“I’m seriously regretting buying you a ring right now,” Natasha froze, fingers digging into your hips. The shock on her face was worth spoiling the intricate proposal you had planned for next week.

“What?” You stayed silent, staring her down. “Say that again, baby girl.” 

“I’m not saying shit until you let me cum,” You were feeling a little snippy, frustrated that she was dragging this out so long. She knew you loved it though, the next orgasm she gave you was going to leave you a whimpering mess in the bed and she’d spend the next hour cuddling you. 

“Ask me the question, baby girl,” You arched a brow at her and then laid back down on the bed, waiting for her to give you what you wanted. “God, I love you so much.” She licked a stripe up your pussy and you moaned her name, it didn’t take long for her to work you up again, you were so pent up from the last hour of her going down on you that she probably could’ve gotten you off with just some dirty talk if you were being honest. 

Right as you reached the edge Natasha pulled away,

“Ask me the question, baby girl,” She asked before sucking on your clit, bringing on your orgasm. Your release came over you like a tidal wave, your back arched as your vision blurred, Natasha’s name leaving your lips in a raspy scream. Natasha licked you through your orgasm until you were a whimpering mess. When you were done she kissed up your body, sucking a dark hickey on your collar bone. 

“Marry me, Tasha,” You whispered, trailing your fingers over her sides. “Make me the happiest girl in the world and annoy me for the rest of our lives.” Natasha laughed, pressing kisses all over your face.

“Of course I’ll marry you, baby girl.”

[senerist]

soren can't take it.  Between falling asleep and nearly ruining the only burgeoning friendship he's managed to form here and dozing off on his feet, soren has not only met his limit of sleeplessness, he's surpassed it.  While he'd rather do without, he knows the sharpness of his wit is dulled by his own wretched habits, and he can't accomplish anything without the whetstone of slumber rejuvenating him.

The solution he decides upon is a secluded tree, with enough sun to keep him from getting chilled as he rests.  It's far enough away from goings-on that he feels relatively safe taking a break here, and deep in his heart he hopes Ike may join him.  (That's a selfish thought, but it's enough to convince soren to take care of himself in this.)

he manages to nod off, and enters a dreamless rest that warms him definitely fulfills its purpose.  However, soren has never been a deep sleeper.

“Hey there,” some one calls gently, and soren wakes instantly, eyes opening suddenly and searching for the source.  Weighted by the deep rest and the lingering effects of soren's sleeplessness, he's momentarily disoriented.

“Ike?” his mouth forms the name before he realizes that's not the case.  This man is huge, too, but not necessarily in the same way.  He's more beansprout than Ike's sturdy trunk.  

“…No,” soren answers his own question.  he shifts, curling into a ball, but priming his muscles to rise and exit, because despite the soft edges of the other man's words, soren feels the need to fight or flee.  “Excuse me, i…  Yes, i don't mind if you… stay.  It isn't as though this is a private spot…  Though i'd been hoping.”

he exhales in a small huff and brushes some of his hair out of his face.  his eyes feel dry, and he has a paradoxical and very uncomfortable pull between his heart pounding from surprise and his body pulling him back into slumber.  It helps that this person doesn't seem to have any plans for interacting with him.  No manipulations, no ulterior motives…  None soren can see, at least.  Exhausted as he is, who knows?

“Is this… your spot?” he asks cautiously, as though the answer will have serious consequences.

Photosynthesizing is good for the soul

Stahl & Soren

[shih-coulda-had-it]

People crucified Nana for years for taking OFA knowing she had a child at home. Now we learn she only took it bc she was the closest to En as he was dying and didn't want AFO who was close to snatch it up. She gave up Kotaro shortly after that, she thought what she was doing what was right but it only led to the doom of her entire family. Poor Nana.

based off the panels in C408. wc: 373

//

When Nana takes the hairs from En’s outstretched fist, she doesn’t really feel in control of herself. Like she’s Floating, even as her boots thump against the ground, a heavy stagger backwards because En should be dead, not dying. He’s never been good with pain. Being severed in half should have knocked him out immediately.

He shouldn’t have to be conscious. He shouldn’t be forcing out Smokescreen.

“It’s okay,” he wheezes, smiling at her encouragingly. “It’s okay. Go. Don’t--don’t let him catch you.”

One step, two steps--the smoke clouds hug Nana, shrouding her and her surroundings. Instinct tells her to look up from the pool of En’s blood, and she sees him. The bogeyman from all of En’s stories, a huge silhouette in the smoke that keeps stalking forward.

She swears she’s going to move. Any second now. But first, Nana glimpses the self-satisfied smirk on the asshole’s face, and then she locks eyes with the deadened, pale gaze of All for One. He tilts his head, lifts one hand--and Nana instinctively taps into Float and flees. She keeps low in an attempt to not disturb Smokescreen any sooner than she has to, but then Smokescreen redoubles in potency, the first of the parting gifts from Smoke-Eater.

Nana risks a glance at the hairs in her hand. She grimaces, and even though every self-preservation instinct screams for her not to, Nana crams the short strands into her mouth and works to overcome her gag reflex while running away.

What had All for One seen? What could he find out, in that brief glimpse?

My son, she thinks frantically. Does she go home first? What about Gran Torino? Nana can’t hide her acquisition of One for All, not from En’s boyfriend. If Sorahiko insists on taking One for All from her--what if he doesn’t, how do you justify insisting he have it instead, how do you ask your friend to die to protect yourself and your son--Nana has to deny him. She has to deny her own desire to offload this Quirk onto the first suitable person she meets.

I don’t want this, Nana realizes. Ah, but what does that matter? It was too late the moment All for One caught sight of her.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

for the ask game: blue salvia!

❀ blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.” hi mika!! thank you <3 WC: 373 | F/O: Ambessa | Kind of pre-relationship; it's like a summer fling when they're younger

"There you are," Ambessa murmurs as she feels a soft hand settle against her arm. "What sort of trouble did you get yourself into this time?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at the sheepish look on April's face.

April's too sweet for this country. She always manages to get herself into situations that Ambessa has to rescue her from. Anything from getting persistent merchants to leave her alone (or other persistent individuals who want her attention) to rescuing her when someone's trying to scam her. She's just too polite, even when the situation doesn't call for it.

Not that Ambessa minds being her protector. But she'll need to grow a backbone eventually.

"Nothing this time. Just… hold out your hand?" April asks.

With the question, Ambessa realizes April's clutching something in her hands, and so, she opens one of hers for April to drop something onto her palm.

"Here," April murmurs. "This made me think of you."

Ambessa's heart does an odd little flutter in her chest as she hears that, bringing the piece of jewelry up to her eyes to inspect it. It's a gold necklace with a very pretty ruby pendent in the shape of a crescent moon.

It really is fitting. A moon for the wolf that she's always striving to be.

Her eyes flicker to the nervous anticipation on April's face. She really does wear her emotions so plainly for everyone to see. Yet it makes Ambessa soften further. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

April relaxes and the awed look in her eyes makes Ambessa's heart clench. "Put it on for me?" Ambessa asks, leaning down enough that April can reach. She resists the urge to tease her for how her hands tremble as she clasps the necklace. She also ignores the way April's eyes flick to her lips before she pulls back. There'll be time for that later.

The pendent settles perfectly in the center of her chest. "Come on," Ambessa murmurs, her voice a little softer. "I'm in the mood for a snack."

April nods eagerly, her hand curling around Ambessa's forearm in a silent signal to lead off.

In this moment, both of them wish that this summer would last forever, so that they'll always be together.

[peacheeeliz]

014. roomie things 😋 (wc: 373)

Riki opens the door quietly, inching into his apartment very early in the morning. The streets outside were still bustling with cars and pedestrians, the city wide awake with the bright lights seeping through the windows and the honking of cars echoing off the large buildings. He gently rests his keys on the foyer table, kicking his shoes off before venturing further into the apartment. Despite all you were putting him through, he made sure to keep quiet in case you were sleeping.

As he steps into the dimly lit living room, a lamp flicks on near the couch, illuminating your figure sitting on the plush cushions. “Jesus Christ,” he jumps, holding his palms up to his chest. “What the fuck are you doing out here? It's three in the morning, giving me a heart attack and shit.”

You stand quickly, “Sorry, sorry,” you say, making your way towards him. “Riki, we should talk.”

He laughs coldly, “Now you want to talk? Or do you just want to yell at me?”

You take in a deep breath, “Riki, please. We need to talk.” You pause, reaching out to hold onto his hands. He pulls away in an instant, but you continue. “I fucked up. I know I did, so please.”

“What? You fucked up when you slept with me?” He questions, watching your head shake back and forth quickly. “Oh, no? Then what could you have possibly fucked up?”

“I just want to talk, like I should've done in the first place,” you tell him. He turns towards his room with a scoff, but you're right on his heels. “I wanted to, I really did. But I didn't want to make things worse between us.”

“How'd that work out?” He asks, trying to shut his bedroom door behind him, but you shove it back open.

“I know, I know, that's why I fucked up,” you explain, watching as he shuffles through his closet. “Riki, I don't want to forget what happened that night.” He stops, eyes never leaving his clothes. “I want to work things out with you, okay? I want to treat you and everyone else better. So, please, can we just talk?”

He lets out a sigh, looking down. “Fine, let's talk.”

synopsis ⤏ after niki takes over her old roommate's lease, y/n has a hard time adjusting to the new living arrangement. it's totally not because niki's life goal is to terrorize her.

a/n: another double post as we're nearing the end of this series 🩷🩷 i hope everyone has a happy new year 🫶

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[marveladdictjones]

Just Hold Me

pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader warnings/tags: angst from reader, like girl is not doing good atm, peter dealing with his own spider-man troubles, mentions of bruises/blood (briefly but still) summary: they're just a bunch of tired people trying to catch a break a/n: I suppose this is what some would call hurt/comfort... anyway, I wanted to write something, but kinda felt pretty shitty today, so here you go wc: 373

You're sitting at home on your bed, zoned out as you're staring at the wall. The day had started like any other: wake up, morning routine, go to your classes, go home, do homework, eat dinner, relax.

Or at least, you were supposed to relax, but that admittedly gets quite difficult when your mind is running around like crazy.

On some days, you'd ask yourself which was worse: having an endless train of thoughts running through your mind or the fact you'd somewhat gotten used to it.

Keyword: somewhat. There were days where every thought got too loud, where all you wanted to do was scream and bury your head in your pillow, in the hopes of draining out all the random voices and that annoying tune that just wouldn't get out of your head.

But you had no such luck today. Unfortunately, there were also days where all you could do was stare off into space, feeling yourself drown in your mind as you froze in time, unable to do anything except get overwhelmed.

That's how Peter found you when he crawled through your window. Normally, you'd look up and greet him with a smile, whether it was a real or fake one. So, when you didn't, he knew.

He always knew, knowing too much from own experience to know what thought-induced paralysis looked like.

"Too loud today?" He asked, to which you simply nodded, "Alright, come here."

For someone who wasn't the biggest fan of physical touch, you strangely found a sense of comfort as he wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Bad fight today?" You asked after a few moments in silence, making Peter raise his eyebrows.

"How did you know?"

"Your muscles are still tensed up," You say softly, "And I can practically smell the blood on your face."

Despite the depravity of it all, Peter couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. "Guess we both had a bad day today."

"Yours is worse, you got beaten up," You argue, "I just had a busy mind."

"It's not a competiotion, love," He whispers as he holds you close. "Need something?"

"Just hold me."

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[violettduchess]

A/N: This was my contribution to the @flash-exchange content creation challenge over on discord. My "victim" was @olivermorningstar. I had the prompt: Sweet, Sour, Bitter

Sariel x Reader

WC: 373 (We had a limit of about 400 words, which for me was the hardest part of this challenge 😆)

Sweet: the way his amethyst eyes light up when you enter the room; the feel of his fingers brushing yours as he passes you another document to read, another book to learn from; the tilt of his lips when you say something clever (or something sarcastic) that he just can't suppress; the short inhale of breath when you look up and catch him staring at you; the way you feel when your eyes lock and you feel like the tide being drawn by the pull of the luminous moon; the Sariel scent of parchment and musk that lingers in the air like wisps of smoke after a fire; the way your heart is buoyed by the sight of him across a room, dark head bent as he confers with one prince or another; the rich, deep tone of his voice like coalfire embers; the sweet yearning that fills you whenever he’s near.

Sour: the endless lessons, the non-stop drills, the testing testing testing of your mind; have you done enough, have you proven yourself, have you satisfied all his demands; the disappointment in his eyes when you haven’t; the ache of humiliation and remorse when you see the way his gaze drops, his head shakes; the way his hand unconsciously presses against his stomach  whenever a prince (usually Clavis) causes trouble; the sure-footed way he manages to navigate the machinations of court life even when it comes at great cost to him; the dark rings shadowing his beautiful eyes; the sour, forbidden yearning that fills you whenever he is near.

Bitter: the way he must acquiesce to those less intelligent simply because of his station; the ghosts that haunt the violet mansion of his gaze when he hears Licht sigh sadly; the turbulent ocean in his heart when he observes Nokto and his mask of flippant carelessness; the never-ending list of things you still need to know, things you have not yet mastered; the pressure on his shoulders to make sure you make the right decision, the one that will steer the direction of the entire country; the delicate (and at time, indelicate) work he does in the shadows, away from the harsh light of day and its judgements; the bitter yearning that fills you whenever he is near.

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