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[effnyous]

closed starter for @sheldoney

lips parted with a soft sigh as she lay on her side in the bed that was Leonard's room but he'd moved out of the apartment a few weeks ago when sheldon had told her he wanted to help her raised her baby, even though it wasn't his nor was it his responsibility. many people had said sheldon wasn't a nice person, but she'd argue otherwise. this man, who had rarely shown emotion and didn't like stupid people, had said he WANTED to raise this baby with her. it was out of character, but it made her realize that sheldon really had to care — right? he wouldn't do something out of pity...right?

they'd gone to her sonogram appointment together that day, just to make sure the baby was okay since she hadn't visited since she found out. it'd only been a few weeks, but still. they'd seen the baby appear in black and white, the image grainy but they could clearly see the little person in her womb. sheldon had looked delighted but all of these fears began to whirl through her mind and she couldn't shake them away.

as soon as they'd gotten home, she'd retreated to her room and locked the door so that she could be alone. it was rare she shut him out but her fears were closing in and she needed to try to work through it herself. figure out a plan on what to do IF he DID change his mind. eventually, some hours had passed and she'd gotten up to go to the bathroom before retreating back to her room and shutting the door, though the lock was never latched.

she curled back up on the bad, her back facing the door as she struggled to fight off the tears threatening to fall. the door creaking alerted her to his presence, and she felt her body tense but she didn't roll to face him. ❛ what do you need, sheldon? ❜ not SHELLY this time, not when her heart felt like it was breaking at the thought of him not going through with his promise to her, even if she'd known him all their lives it seemed.

she wouldn't blame him if he did change his mind, because this baby wasn't his responsibility. he didn't need to be attached to her and a baby he didn't help make. he'd never want her and that's what tore and clawed at her.

[kostenkos]

Julie  had  always  been  into  sports  --  or  as  into  sports  as  she  could  be.  head  cheerleader  in  high  school & college,  she  kind  of  had  to  have  some  kind  of  involvement  with  it.  but  this  was  a  whole  new  thing  for  her.  SHE  UNDERSTOOD  SOCCER,  SOMEWHAT.  ﹙  whoops.  football  ﹚  But  they  took  it  way  more  seriously  in  other  places  ﹙  which  she  loved,  mind  you  ﹚.

so  there  she  sat,  in  a  pub  on  her  much  needed  vacation  ﹙  she'd  earned  it,  damnit  ﹚  watching  a  game  on  the  tv  above  the  bar.  the  game  had  to  have  been  earlier,  because  she  heard  some  commotion  as  someone  came  in  and  her  brows  knit  before  she  looked  back  at  the  tv  and  to  the  person  and  back  again.  well,  wasn't  this  ironic?

❝  jamal,  right?  ❞

♡   ─── @diemauer gets a starter for jamal!

[oraclegallowbloom]

Title: Flowers and an Offering For: Gleam | @gleamlaurent

Oracle could talk to anyone. That was her gift - her greatest strength. Ever since she was small and had been plucked out of the line at the orphanage and presented to prospective parents (the forever and ever kind, not just the ones who only wanted her for a season), she was able to chat and hold conversation. She could speak about the weather and migratory patterns of birds, as well as current fashion trends and the importance of proper tea etiquette. She read and retained information and like a good performing little doll, she could regurgitate the information on demand.

It was why she was such a good escort (she thought) and why she had been chosen (not true).

Yet, there was always that one person bound to trip her up and make her nervous. Oracle had never met Gleam in person. She only knew her from her entry page on the state website. She knew her from her game and her interviews. The videos she had seen of her -- but she had never met her in person. Prior to this year, she never had cause to be among the victors - always a wallflower or part of the crowd. Yet now, she had two tributes who needed her presence and instruction. "Miss Laurent?" Oracle greeted hesitantly and with the same reverence in tone normally reserved for speaking to idols in a temple ... "I wanted to say hello," she said, speaking carefully so she didn't stammer over her words.

"I knew that you were going to be here tonight and ever since you won your game - I wanted to give you flowers. I couldn't bring them here with me tonight because I wasn't sure if you'd like them or were allergic but -- I could send them to you."

[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlike what you seeㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤflustering them by staring for too long ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, childe ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( p.s. amai never proofreads)

"anonymous order; ...can i have the prompt 'screw you and your cute face' with wanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, and childe ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi just love the idea of flustering these guys ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthank you and hope u enjoy, xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

if you think the easiest way to fluster this man is by staring at him with that lovesick look in your eyes, then you're absolutely correct.

he could be minding his business and you'd take your place beside or in front of him, and after a few minutes he can just feel the way you stare at him. your eyes burn into his skin, but not in the way he'd grow uncomfortable under your gaze, instead, in the way he could feel his face heat up.

he would huff before looking up at you, about to nag you for staring, but he always finds his words locked in his throat when he locks eyes with you. archons, the way you look at him is always so hypnotizing, it makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he'll never admit he likes.

he tsks, "can't you go, i don't know even just a minute, without staring at me ?" he snaps his fingers in front of your face, causing you to hum and look away from him. no, no don't stop staring. i didn't tell you to stop. his eyebrows furrow.

you chuckled, "sorry sorry," you turn back to him, chin resting on your palm, "i can't help it when you're so handsome." and you just had to back that up with a grin. archons you were doing this on purpose !

as much as he tries to fight back the warmth in his chest and the shudder your voice sent through his body, the shaky breathe he let out betrayed him as he opted to look back to the textbook he was reviewing.

he stuttered, "w - whatever ! just stop staring so much." before burying his nose back into the textbook as you laughed at him. "i can try ~"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

in your relationship, it's usually heizou doing the flustering. and he does a whole lot of that staring too, especially when you're busy and he happens to be bored out of his mind, but ironically enough it's his weakness too. especially like this . .

the two of you had a free afternoon ahead of you, and what better way to spend it than to wind down in a hot spring ? you stepped into the water first, beckoning heizou to join you.

he turned his back to you, rather shy to take off his shirt, and you happened to make him even shyer by whistling once he slipped his shirt off. he turned to you over his shoulder, a smirk on his shocked red face, only for you to return a cheeky grin as you leaned against the rocks of the spring.

he shook his head, choosing to retaliate by teasing further. "so, you like what you see ?" he turned to you, hands on his hips with confidence that you'll be the one turning red, only to watch your eyes look him up and down. "yeah, yeah i do." you hummed, closing your eyes, missing the way heizou's face burned up again.

he cleared his throat, now stepping into the spring and taking a seat beside you, trying his best to brush off your gaze on him. since when did you know how to look at him like that ? he leans back, relaxing in the warmth of the spring and closing his eyes.

"if i get to see this sight everytime i take you here, i might just buy this entire place for ourselves." you spoke, piquing heizou's attention as he opened his eyes to turn to you, and not even the heat of the spring could compare to the heat he felt on his face as he met your gaze.

he chuckled, embarrassed, "well, aren't you bold today ?" he tried to tease, scratching the back of his neck. "why, don't you like it ?" you joked, cupping his chin to make him look at you, earning a shy smile from him. "i do, i do like it actually."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao !

being new to the concept of expressions and reactions to certain antics, xiao is easily flustered, though he is yet to realize it.

"is it a natural habit for you mortals to. . stare ?" he quizzed without looking at you, his eyes still closed as he savored the rich flavor of the almond tofu you had brought him. he opened one eye slowly and gazed at you you from the corner of it, perking up to the sound of you chuckling softly to yourself. "i suppose you can say that," you waved a hand in front of you.

"more like, it's natural for us to stare at something, or someone, we find interesting, puzzling, or alluring." xiao now fully turned to face you in curiosity, the bowl of half-eaten almond tofu set on the fencing of the balcony.

there was an emphasis on alluring, he mentally noted. was that intentional ?

"i see, so, which do i fall under ?" he asked, his gaze now fixated on you with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. you tilted your head at him, "what ?" "do you. . stare at me because i'm interesting, puzzling, or —" "alluring." you smiled at the way amber eyes seemed to widen for just a split second before they were replaced with the back view of messy sacramento green locks as the male turned away from you.

"i stare at you because you're alluring, xiao. very alluring, even." you hummed, leaning your elbow against the fence of the balcony and resting your chin on your palm ever so casually, watching and noting the way his shoulders tensed then relaxed.

he might consider being thankful that your view was locked on his back, hence you couldn't see the humiliating red he could feel his face burst into. he tried to clear his throat, his hand grabbing the bowl of almond tofu and spooning the rest into his mouth to distract himself.

"every part of you is alluring, even how red your ears are." and at your words, one of his hands reflexively came up to cover his ear, causing you to laugh out loud as the adeptus turned to glare at you lightly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkamisato ayato !ㅤ

if this man thinks he's not easy to win over, he is funnily mistaken.

sure he's the smoother one with words, he knows all the right words and habits to adapt to make you swoon. but other than that, he's more vulnerable to your simple antics as he lets off.

"ayato," the way you'd say his name and drag on the last syllable, as if cooing at him, how he loves it. "ayato," the way your touch would linger on him even at the lightest taps, something so simple could tug his lips upward into a grin. "ayato !" a soft hit to the back of his head caused him to turn to you, finally.

"ah - good afternoon, darling." "i called your name three times ?" "ye. . yes, pardon me. i thought i was lost in my imagination again." he admitted as he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles gently.

you hummed, "and what was so engrossing about your imaginations this time ?" you questioned, taking a seat next to him while his hand rested on your waist, now leaning his head against yours. "you, i was just thinking about you." he hums, "you smell sweet."

and a few minutes of comfortable silence followed after, enveloping the two of you in a rare calming atmosphere, ayato's head was now laid in your lap as you stroked his hair softly. ayato then started to feel your gaze on him, by how familiar it was. he smiled, looking up at you.

"staring much ?" he teased, sharing laughter with you as you playfully messed with his bangs. "i can't help it, you're very pretty like this."

"only like this ?" ... "stop staring at me, darling, answer my question." ... "please ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤchilde !

"childe."

now, you wholeheartedly think your boyfriend's eyes are pretty, regardless of how lifeless they are whenever he's not gazing at you like this.

"tartaglia."

but, at this moment, you can't help but find them a little bit irking. just a little bit. just a tad.

"ajax."

it's the third call of his name, yet he's still sitting there, chin on his palm and everything, with that smug smile on his face ! while you're here, trying to cook a full course meal, he's sitting there staring at you like you're the food.

but in his defense, is there a law against admiring your lover ? there better not be ! he's done nothing but sit there innocently, just drinking in your pretty face, because if he can't do it no one else can !

it's when you softly pinch his side—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him snap out of his daze—that he finally raises his hands up in surrender. "what, i can't ogle at my own darling lover anymore ?" he makes a show of jutting his bottom lip out in a pout, but you just huffed at his antics. "you can, if you would actually help me cook." "help as in ?" "cut some carrots maybe." "but i can't stare at you intently if i'm cutting something." "maybe that's the point."

ah, how you wound him.. kidding, a day without your attitude is a day incomplete for him. he fakes a sigh before standing up from his chair. he grabs a chopping board, a knife, and a few carrots, then gets to work.

it's a few minutes later that he feels your eyes on him, so from over his shoulder he turns to see you, in your seat with your cheek propped up against your fist, smiling at him. he grins, "now you're staring at me." "what, i can't ogle at my own boyfriend anymore ?"

he raises an eyebrow at the way you turned his words back onto him, but he laughs nonetheless before shaking his head and going back to work, assuming you would too.

you did not go back to work. he could still feel your eyes burning into his back. and he would never, ever—he would, out of the blue just to fluster you one day—admit that it was starting to shake his focus. his cuts were starting to get uneven as a result.

"are you going to keep staring at me ?" "is there a law against me admiring my handsome boyfriend ?"

alright, you win. just this once.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[ak319]

Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader

ミ☆Headcanon#3𓏲

(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! ‎♡‧₊˚)

♥︎ Headcanon #2

🍭"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."

"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."

"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when he’s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.

"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."

"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."

Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a father—of your child—filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldn’t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.

Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Weren’t you both careful? Wasn’t he taking pills, too? Well, it didn’t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.

Months passed, and Narin’s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.

🍭"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.

"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?

"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldn’t he see that?

"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."

"What if it’s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.

"Then we’ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.

"Listen, Narin baby. You’re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if they’re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. I’ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"

He shook his head sincerely.

"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.

"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You won’t leave, right?"

"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didn’t feel close enough. "And don’t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you won’t."

He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.

In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if it’s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that you’ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when you’re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.

But lately, there’s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. You’ve started a new venture with your friend, and it’s consuming more of your time and energy.

🍭"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I don’t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

"I’m not dying here, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

"Why are you even doing this?! Isn’t your salary enough-"

"No, it’s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.

"Yeah, you’re right. And also, it’s not like we’re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.

"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narin’s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.

@mel-vaz 🍭

[c0smoshit]

Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡

(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)

If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).

Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!

I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉

Also best of luck with school starting!!

I LOVE THIS omg

Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡

Jealousy ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321

He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.

He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.

Maybe he was stressed out?

This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.

But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.

. . .

Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.

His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.

Why was he that needy all of the sudden??

Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.

You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.

You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.

The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.

But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.

You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.

His lips devoured yours not even a second after.

Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.

His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.

You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.

He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.

However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.

It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.

The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.

His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.

The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.

Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.

However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.

"Oop!"

A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.

He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.

You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.

You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.

You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.

His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.

But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.

"What's up with yo-"

"Who was he"

His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.

"What? What are you talki-"

"Who was that guy"

Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.

Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.

. . .

You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.

The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.

Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.

A mature, bearded man.

He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.

But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.

You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.

But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.

Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.

You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.

"I saw you back there"

Okay.

You hadn't expected that phrase.

Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?

"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"

What?

You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.

But why did he knew?

"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"

It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.

That was sweet. . .?

. . .

"Ohh, that man back there?"

He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.

"I saw him to-"

Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?"

Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.

Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.

His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.

He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.

"Let me make you feel good"

Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.

"So pretty"

You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.

But he meant all of them.

His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.

His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.

He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.

You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.

Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.

"Get on with it"

He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.

Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.

As dirty as it sounded inside his head

Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.

But it sure ignited something inside him

He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

He needed to feel you.

But not like this

So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.

His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.

"turn around"

His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.

You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.

And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.

When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.

"Please"

However, he kept going.

No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.

So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.

You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.

Did you actually like it?

So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.

"Mmph- Cloud"

There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.

You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.

But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.

"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"

How sweet

But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.

So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.

"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"

And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.

"Got you, almost there"

His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.

But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.

He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.

You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.

That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.

And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.

He was done.

So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.

[angelbwrry]

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥! 𝐥𝐢���𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠ミ★

the music was deafening, bass seeming to turn your insides into mush as you stood in the bustling crowd.the distinct smell of weed filled your nostrils intoxicatingly , your eyes glazed across the room to find the source.then your eyes found him.

he wore a fitted black shirt that emphasized every muscle,every vein.the material practically stretched with at how big his muscles were.your eyes flickered down to his tattoos,each delicately drawn and shaded as the last on his pale skin.his jawline was sharp and clenched,red solo cup wrapped between his huge hands making it look like a toy.and as if he could feel your eyes admiring him he looked directly at you across the room,dark eyebrows furrowed over dark eyes.

a half lit cigar lay tantalizing between his plump pink lips,he wasn’t supposed to be smoking in the the party’s host house but he didn’t care.his dark hair was pulled up into a messy half up half down and you longed to run your fingers through the raven mess.you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, suddenly feeling exposed with your black v necked leather shirt and skirt so short your ass would be out of if you bent over.

involuntarily your legs began walking towards him, pushing through the crowd to get to the mysterious sexy stranger.a smirk tugged across his lips as you finally made your way in front of him in all of your glory.glistening brown skin,plump two-toned lips lined with a brown pencil,upturned seductive eyes adorned with big fluffy lashes a smile cascading across your face showing off your pearly white straight teeth.

“hi i’m y/n.”

your voice was sultry and sweet like a siren.his dark eyes searched yours for a moment before he returned the smile.

“getou.”

his voice was deep and guttural,matching him perfectly.now that you were close you could smell him a mixture of musk and spice. everything about this man was perfect.you wanted him.from the moment he looked at you he could tell you were a freak,despite that innocent look you had he knew.getou knew you desired to bent over like a slut,choked until your face turned purple and your lungs screamed for the sweet release of air. he couldn’t explain the sudden attraction to you and yet it made him crave for you even more.

“f-fuck getou.” you whimpered out as he rocked his hips into you,hands wrapped in your hair as he pulled your head back whilst kissing and licking your neck.he felt so good inside of you that you wanted to scream but all you could do was grip the bathroom counter and take his relentless thrust.

“i knew you wanted me to fuck you,you slut.” he whispered in your ear,a shiver riveting through your body as the sound of your wetness filled the bathroom with each thrust.getou was so fucking deep inside you that it hurt but in that pain was a hint of pleasure.you whined as his tip brushed against your g-spot,eyes screwing shut as he drilled the spot perfectly and effortlessly.

“a-ah you’re fucking my pussy s-so good.” you cried out,hands finding his messy hair and pulling.he groaned into your neck,dick twitching as you pulsated around him.your pussy was tight and wet,and he fit like a puzzle piece .you could hear the muffled music from the party along with angry beats on the door as someone shouted to come out from the other side.

“cum on daddy’s dick,it’s okay let me fuck you through your orgasm.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍓

thinking about turning this into a longer oneshot or a full story?

＠ ᴄɪɴɴɴ4ᴍᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ. ᴍᴡᴀʜ, ʙʏᴇ♡︎

[marasvenus]

What Does Your Future Spouse’s Dark Side Look Like? — [♡] ;

☆ ミ book a personal reading with me ☆彡

Pile One ༣

Cards: The Sun, The Moon, Queen of Wands, King of Cups, The Fool, The World, Strength, Seven of Cups, Five of Cups

Your Future Spouse seems to hold in a lot of emotion. It seems like they have a side of them that’s shown to the public/those around them and a side to them that they keep to themselves. The side that others see is very self assured, stoic, hard working, straight forward, etc. and there’s another side of them with insecurity, doubt, fear, etc. that they hide from others and I think they also try to neglect that side of them themselves. They struggle with feeling invalid and unworthy but refuse to open up to those around them. It’s like they don’t even give themselves the option of vulnerability or true connection with others out of fear of rejection. They’re afraid others will reject them the way they’ve rejected themselves for so long. They are their own biggest critic and are very harsh on themselves.

They seem to be empathetic towards others and incredibly understanding of others and their situations. They might be an older sibling or just seen as a mentor or parental figure to others. They seem very wise but may struggle with connection with others. I’m hearing “tolerate it” by Taylor Swift. They may unknowingly neglect the needs and emotions of those around them because of this lack of vulnerability on their side. They do care and are an incredibly caring and emotional person but their inability to meet others have way and connection in a real and emotional way is a huge blockage for them in their personal relationships.

I do believe they will overcome and work through this before you meet them but it will take some time. I think their love and dedication to those around them will be the driving force behind this change in them.

Pile Two ༣

Cards: The Hermit, Five of Wands, Page of Wands, Page of Pentacles, Six of Wands, Queen of Pentacles, The Sun, The Chariot, The Lovers, Five of Wands, Three of Pentacles

It seems your future spouse comes from a very long and difficult history of abuse. Possibly very extreme abuse and they could be in therapy for it. They may have had to move out and pave their own way at a very young age or were possibly in foster care until they aged out of it. They’ve had to struggle through a lot on their own, though and build a life for themselves. It does seem they’ve built a very good life for themselves, though. I think they could be business owners or something like that. For some of you, they may own a tattoo or barber shop.

Your future spouse may be very friendly, social and kind but I think very few know what they’ve actually been through. I think they have a select few very close friends that they trust and that probably knew them as a child when they were experiencing the trauma they went through. Your future spouse may struggle with mental health and go through periods of time where they isolate themselves. If they own a business they may take time away from work during these periods of isolation and they just stay home. I do believe they have a very good support system that helps them out of this place, though.

I also think they have other ways of coping with their struggles like going to the gym, possibly meditating outside and walking. Being near large bodies of water also seems to help them. It may remind them of a childhood memory that was good. Possibly camping at a lake or maybe they lived near a body of water. For some of you, your future spouse may be Scottish. That was oddly specific but came in randomly lol.

Overall, your future spouse seems to be very kind and warm to anyone they meet and most of the time they seem to come off very happy and extroverted but they do struggle with past trauma and mental health and they fall into periods of deep depression and isolation that they may struggle to get out of but they have a good support system and good coping mechanisms that they utilize to pull themselves out of these difficult places.

Pile Three ༣

Cards: Eight of Swords, Ten of Swords, Page of Wands, Seven of Swords, King of Pentacles, The Chariot, The Moon, The Fool, Death, Five of Pentacles, The Magician, Knight of Wands, Queen of Swords, Two of Cups, Knight of Swords

I think your future spouse is their own worst enemy. They hold themselves back from so much. They’re bad about self sabotaging and letting their fears and anxieties hold them back from going after what they want. They lose opportunity after opportunity because they take any chance to achieve their goals/dreams away from themselves before anyone else can. They allow the fear of rejection or failure to keep them in this box where there’s no room for growth or development.

I think they have friends/family around them that consistently lift them up and encourage them to go after what they want and I think that encouragement work for a short period of time but they always immediately start tearing themselves down and erasing any progress those around them have made on their self confidence and assurance in themselves. They give themselves no opportunity for growth or change and honestly may have a sort of victim mindset where they blame their lack of growth or forward movement on their circumstances or “lack of opportunity”.

I think this will change for them though because I think a friend or family member, possibly a male friend or older brother? Will sit them down and be brutally honest them and that’s really what your Future Spouse needs. I think once their own illusions are broken down, they’ll finally see that the sky really is the limit for them and they have so much opportunity and potential for growth and expansion in all aspects of their life. It will take a lot of time and failure before they get to that place, though.

[minhosbitterriver]

──── *ੈ♡⸝⸝ THROUGH MY EYES ( newjeans )

❛ In a quiet moment beneath the shade of an oak tree, you and Hyein discover the depth of your love for each other through a heartfelt drawing that captures the beauty you see in Hyein’s soul, leading to your first tender confessions.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 11 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Here's another wonderful request made by @dgybbvrcsacgswtcbkyv! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Non-Idol AU, High School AU, insecurities and self-esteem issues, mild anger, brief crying, two school girls in love, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The late afternoon sun lingers low in the sky, casting a warm, honeyed glow over the park. Its golden light filters through the thick canopy of leaves above, creating a dappled pattern that dances gently on the ground beneath the sprawling oak tree where you and Hyein have settled. A soft breeze stirs the branches, carrying with it the fresh scent of grass mingled with the faint sweetness of wildflowers blooming nearby. The air feels alive with the gentle promise of twilight, a perfect blend of warmth and coolness that makes everything seem to slow down, inviting a quiet moment of reflection.

You and Hyein, still in your school uniforms, occupy a well-worn wooden bench that has become your chosen spot for the afternoon. Your bags are carelessly tossed on the ground beside you, forgotten for now. Hyein sits with one leg tucked beneath her, her back resting against the bench’s armrest, giving her posture a laid-back elegance. Her school blouse is slightly untucked, a small rebellion against the neatness expected within classroom walls. The sleeves of her crisp, white shirt are rolled up to her elbows, revealing slender arms that are now comfortably exposed to the cooling air. Her tie hangs loosely around her neck, a simple gesture that hints at the relief of finally being free from the day’s structured demands. Her plaid skirt is carefully smoothed over her legs, creating soft pleats that fall in tidy lines. On her lap, her sketchpad rests, her pencil hovering uncertainly above the paper as she contemplates the self-portrait assigned by your art teacher, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Beside her, you sit close, your own school blazer draped over the back of the bench, as if marking your shared territory. Your sketchbook leans against your knee, pages already filled with faint outlines and shadows as you work on your own portrait. Your tie remains knotted around your neck, though it has shifted slightly askew from the day's wear, giving you a slightly disheveled look. Every so often, your eyes drift from your drawing to Hyein's face, watching the way the sun caresses her features. The light catches the delicate curve of her cheekbones, casting soft shadows that emphasize the natural beauty in her expression. Strands of her hair, gently tousled by the breeze, frame her face in a way that makes her seem almost ethereal, like a subject from an old painting.

Between the two of you rests a small pocket mirror, perched precariously on the bench. It's a shared tool, held between the brief pauses as you both glance into its reflective surface, examining your own faces with analytical intent before returning to the delicate lines of your portraits. The mirror catches the sun at certain angles, sending tiny flecks of light dancing around you, adding to the atmosphere of quiet intimacy.

Around you, the park is alive with the gentle sounds of a late afternoon drifting toward evening. The leaves rustle softly above, their movement creating a soothing, whispering melody. In the distance, the high-pitched laughter of children playing reaches your ears, mingling with the occasional chirp of birds hidden among the branches. Nearby, a small stream gurgles over smooth stones, its waters sparkling under the sun’s fading rays, creating a soft, calming background melody that weaves through the other sounds like a thread of tranquility. Occasionally, a few families or students from your school pass by on the gravel path, but their presence is like a distant hum—momentary and insignificant compared to the bubble of serenity you and Hyein have created around yourselves.

In this golden hour, time seems to stretch and bend, and you find yourselves lost in this quiet corner of the world, where every small detail becomes a story, every breath a shared moment of peace.

Hyein's usual bright expression seems dimmed today, like a cloud passing over the sun. As you sit side by side, sketching in the warm afternoon light, you notice her growing quieter, her brows knitting together in a frown of concentration—or perhaps something deeper. Her pencil hovers uncertainly over the page, and she has been staring at her sketch for what feels like too long. You can't help but watch her from the corner of your eye, a sense of concern tightening in your chest as you pick up on the faint tension in her posture, the way her movements have lost their usual fluidity. It's as if a storm is brewing beneath her surface, and you're close enough to feel its subtle tremors.

Moments pass, and you see the frustration begin to well up within her. Her lips press into a thin line, her grip on the pencil tightening as if she's trying to hold back a wave of emotion. Then, almost without warning, the dam breaks. Her hand moves with a sudden, furious energy, and the once-delicate lines of her sketch are obliterated by harsh, jagged strokes. The pencil becomes a weapon, each slash cutting across the page in a frenzy. The soft contours of what was supposed to be her self-portrait are lost beneath a chaotic lattice of dark, aggressive lines—an explosion of raw emotion laid bare in graphite.

The sound of the pencil's sharp edge scraping against the paper is grating, almost violent. You flinch, startled by the intensity of her actions, the suddenness of her discontent erupting into a crescendo that seems to scar the very essence of her drawing. The erratic marks dig deep into the paper, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil, each stroke bolder and darker than the last. It's as if she's not just covering the image of her face but trying to erase something deeper—something that words alone cannot touch. Finally, with a sigh that trembles at the edges, she drops the pencil, her shoulders slumping as her eyes lower to the mangled sketch in her lap.

You’ve been watching her with furrowed brows and eyes full of concern, unable to ignore the heaviness settling between you. "Hey, what's wrong? It was looking pretty good!" you offer gently, trying to coax a smile from her, but your words seem to fall flat.

Hyein turns away slightly, her profile guarded, as if shielding herself from your gaze. "I don't know..." she murmurs, so quietly that you have to lean in closer to catch her words. "Sometimes I just feel...I feel like I don't measure up."

Hearing this, you feel a pang in your chest. Setting the pocket mirror that had been resting between you on top of your sketchbook, you shift it all aside to scoot closer to her. Gently, you drape an arm around her shoulders and use your free hand to softly guide her face back toward yours. When you see her eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart aches, confusion swirling within you as you try to piece together what could be making her feel this way. "Babe," you begin softly, your voice a tender whisper, "What do you mean you feel like you 'don't measure up'? I mean, look at me—I’m no Frida Kahlo. I’m kind of a mess, really. So, there’s no way your self-portrait could be worse than mine."

Your attempt to lighten the mood is met with a small, huffed-out chuckle from her, but her gaze drops again, her fingers fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. "It's not about my obviously superior art skills," she mumbles, a weak smile tugging at her lips. You let out a soft giggle at her attempt at humor, but your face quickly returns to its earlier expression of concern.

Hyein sighs again, the sound almost embarrassed, and her voice becomes quieter, as if she's confessing something she finds foolish. "I just...it’s so stupid, but I feel like I don’t look good...like, at all." She glances away, her words lingering in the space between you, heavy with vulnerability.

You pause, leaning in slightly, trying to catch her eyes and understand the meaning behind her words. "What do you mean?" you ask softly, a hint of confusion threading through your voice. You don’t bother hiding the bewilderment anymore; instead, you gently cup her cheek with your hand, thumb tracing delicate circles over her soft skin, hoping to offer some comfort. Yet, there’s a lingering frustration in the air—your failure to grasp her feelings only seems to add to it.

With a sudden surge of emotion, Hyein pushes your hands away, her touch firm but not harsh, and scoots further down the bench, putting distance between you. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, her posture defensive. Even in her irritation, you can't help but notice the blush rising to her cheeks, a deep, rosy hue of embarrassment spreading like fire. For a moment, she hesitates, her eyes downcast, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her skirt in a nervous dance. Then, almost as if the words had been yanked out of her, she snaps, "I feel ugly, okay?"

Her voice is sharper than you expected, cutting through the afternoon air like a blade, and it takes you by surprise. You blink, momentarily stunned by the harshness of her tone and the weight of her confession. It’s such a rare thing for her to admit; she’s always been the effortlessly confident girl who caught your eye with her carefree spirit and bright energy—the very things that had drawn you to her and made you fall for her.

But as the initial shock fades, a wave of tenderness washes over you. Your heart swells with affection, and a soft smile tugs at your lips. Without thinking, you scoot closer again, your knee brushing against hers. You reach out with both hands, a light giggle escaping your lips as you gently grasp her face, guiding her closer. You press a firm kiss to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your lips. Then, without pause, you move to her nose, planting another gentle kiss there, before finally capturing her lips in a brief, tender kiss that speaks volumes in its simplicity.

When you pull back, your eyes fluttering open, you’re met with her adorable pout. She glares at you weakly, her irritation still lingering, though softened by the corners of her lips threatening to curve upward. There's a mixture of annoyance and reluctant amusement in her eyes, and you can't help but chuckle softly at the sight, finding an undeniable charm in her reaction.

"Love," you begin, your voice a soft murmur, steady yet filled with a raw earnestness. You pause, searching for the right words, though your gaze never wavers from hers—deep, unwavering, and filled with affection. "I wish you could see what I see...I wish you could feel the way my heart squeezes every single time I look at you."

Without giving her time to respond, you let your hands slide from her cheeks to her shoulders, fingers pressing gently but firmly into her skin as if anchoring her to this moment. Your voice, like a gentle breeze weaving through the leaves overhead, carries the weight of every unsaid thought, every unspoken feeling. "Hyein," you continue, each word a carefully placed step forward, "I don’t think you’d be able to handle what you do to my heart whenever your eyes light up while you talk about the things you love. You wouldn't last a day if your knees buckled the way mine do when I hear your laughter. It’s like a melody that always finds a way to brighten my dullest days, so contagious it lingers in the air long after you stop. If only you could see the way your kindness radiates, the way it makes you shine. Sometimes, it almost convinces me that you must be some kind of angel, not just a girl."

As you speak, you watch her closely, noting the way her eyes begin to shimmer with unshed tears. But this time, they aren't tears of frustration or insecurity—there's a smile blooming there, soft and wide, spreading across her face like the first light of dawn. Your words seem to float between you, almost tangible, as if they could reach out and wrap around her, pulling her into your heart.

Even so, a shadow of doubt lingers on her face, her gaze dropping down, her lips trembling between a smile and something more unsure. You can see she's still caught in that place between believing your words and believing her own inner critic. Without another thought, you decide to show her exactly what you mean.

Reaching for your sketchbook, the pages whisper as they turn, the rustle a soft accompaniment to the tender atmosphere. You flip to a blank page and take a deep breath, feeling a rare determination settle within you. You’ve never been one to put much effort into drawing before, but now, you silently plead with whatever gods might be listening, praying to any divine force in this endless universe for a miracle. Just this once, you beg, let me draw something that captures even a fraction of her beauty.

Without another word, you begin. The pencil moves across the page with a certainty you’ve never felt before, your hand guided by something deeper than skill or practice. As you draw, you start to speak again, narrating each careful stroke, each delicate line. "See here," you say softly, "the way your smile curves—it’s not just about the shape, but the warmth it carries. It’s like a quiet promise, like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm." You glance at her, catching the way her eyes follow each movement of your hand, her curiosity breaking through the last of her hesitation.

"And the way your eyes crinkle at the corners," you continue, your voice a soft, steady rhythm, "like they’re holding some secret joy. It’s more than just a detail; it’s a glimpse into your soul, into all the light you carry inside you." You shade in a section of the drawing, gesturing gently to the lines. "And the light in your hair here, it catches like it’s framing you, like you’re glowing from within."

As you bring her likeness to life, the world around you seems to hold its breath. The rustling of the leaves in the trees above, the distant laughter of children playing nearby—all of it fades into a soft, distant hum, creating a cocoon of quiet intimacy around the two of you. Hyein’s eyes remain fixed on the sketch, her expression softening, her lips parting slightly as she takes it all in, as if she’s finally beginning to see herself through your eyes.

When you finish, you pause, staring down at the drawing in your hands—a surprisingly good sketch that, despite your usual lack of artistic prowess, manages to capture not just her features but the light within her. It reveals the subtle expressions that make her so uniquely beautiful, the quiet moments that often go unnoticed by anyone but you. It’s more than a likeness; it’s a glimpse of her soul, the way you see her through the lens of your own affection.

Turning the sketchbook around, you hold it out to her like a precious offering, your heart pounding in your chest. Her eyes widen, the uncertainty in them shifting to something softer, something almost vulnerable. She studies the drawing intently, her gaze flicking back and forth between the lines and shades that capture the curve of her smile, the light in her eyes. Then, slowly, her eyes lift to meet yours, searching, as if seeking the truth behind your words.

"This is what Lee Hyein looks like through my eyes," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, suddenly shy in the face of your own revelation. You hadn’t realized just how deeply your feelings for her ran until this moment, how much of your heart you’d poured into this drawing. It feels like you’ve handed her a piece of yourself, raw and unfiltered.

For a moment, there is only the soft rustling of leaves above and the distant murmur of the world around you. Then, a small, genuine smile begins to bloom on her lips, delicate and fragile, like the first flower breaking through the snow after a long, cold winter. She leans in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, warm and familiar. She hesitates, just for a heartbeat, before pressing a tender, electrifying kiss against your cheek.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, gratitude, and sincerity, each word weighted with a depth that sends a shiver through you. Your eyes widen slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you realize the significance of her words. This is the first time either of you has said those three sacred words. But Hyein’s expression is steady, unwavering, filled with a quiet certainty.

In that golden hour, under the shade of the old oak tree, time seems to stretch and slow. The world around you softens into a hazy blur of colors and distant sounds, fading away to grant you both this stolen moment of pure, unadulterated connection. It’s as if the universe itself pauses, holding its breath, to witness the spark that ignites between you.

With a surge of bravery, your heart swelling with a newfound courage, you lean in closer, your voice steady and clear despite the wild fluttering in your chest. "I love you, too," you reply, the words falling from your lips like a promise, firm and sure.

And there you sit, side by side, the world reduced to just the two of you. Her head gently comes to rest against your shoulder, and your heartbeats fall into a quiet, rhythmic sync, as if they were always meant to beat in time with each other. In that moment, you both feel like the only two people in the world, wrapped in a warmth that nothing could ever touch.

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── spin the bottle ៹ ˖` 🍡ミ

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to ???, slice of life, college au (though not in college), mentions of alcohol/drinking, inexperienced!kai and inexperienced!reader

synopsis: you’re what people like to call a “wallflower.” your more extroverted friends have been doing everything in their power to try and break you out of that. so they dragged you along to a party and somehow you’re stuck playing spin the bottle with people you barely know.

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a/n: i randomly thought of this little drabble idea while thinking of a fluff fic idea to write lmaoo i hope you enjoy! ♡

you love your friends, you really do, but sometimes their methods are a little… uncomfortable. well, maybe not uncomfortable so to say, but awkward. you know they’re trying to help you out, but sometimes you just wish they would leave you be.

that’s what’s going through your head right now as you sit in a circle with several other people you don’t know with your friends as you all drunkenly play spin the bottle. you’re only a little tipsy, definitely not as drunk as everybody else, so your mind is unbearably crystal clear. and as much as you wish you could just down a whole bottle of alcohol, you would rather not get shitfaced around a bunch of people you don’t know.

it’s your friend’s turn to spin the bottle, which means after it’s yours. your heart beats rapidly as your friend leans over to spin the dark green glass bottle, laughing as they almost double over and your other friend has to help hold them up. the bottle lands on some girl you don’t know and the two of them get up, your friend looking at you and your other friend while giggling with heated cheeks, the other girl doing the same with her friends. the two of them stumble over to each other, give each other a kiss, and head hand in hand to the empty closet.

what your friends forgot to mention is that this isn’t just a game of spin the bottle, but seven minutes in heaven as well. the circle of strangers whoop and cheer—some even going so far as to get up and bang on the closet doors as the timer starts—as your friend and the girl enter the closet.

once the seven minutes end, the two come out of the closet a lot more disheveled than they did going in. you inhaled deeply as the made their way back to the circle. it was your turn now and you were dreading every moment.

your friend smacks you on the back with a wide smile, “your turn, y/n!” they then lean close and in a bad attempt to be quiet and say, “get ready to no longer be inexperienced!” your face heats as you look around the circle. thankfully, everyone was too preoccupied with the recent spin the bottle victims. as the group calms down, a bunch of eyes are suddenly on you.

giving a nervous smile, you lean over to spin the bottle and pray that it somehow misses someone. around the group, you hear “ooo’s” and “aah’s” as the bottle starts to slow down. you swear your heart is going to jump out your chest as the bottle slows to a stop onto someone. looking up slowly, you see that it had landed on a guy you didn’t know. your eyes meet and you give him a small, shy smile, to which he matches.

sighing lightly to yourself, you decide to just get this over with so you can gracefully bow out of the game after. you raise to your feet as the guy does the same. hastily, you make your way over to him and place a quick peck on his lips, which majorly takes him by surprise as his eyes widen at you. “boo!” some guy from behind you says. “you can kiss better than that!”

“stop being a creep!” your friend swiftly spits back. you give them a thankful smile over your shoulder as you take the hand the guy has extended towards you. the two of you then make your way to the closet. the group locks you in as they begin the timer and through their banging you hear the guy say, “uh… i’m kai.”

you blink a couple times as you try to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. “y/n,” you reply, giving him a small smile even though he probably can’t see it. you see kai move his dark hair out of his eyes. “we don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable,” he says. “we can just sit and talk if you want.” suddenly it’s like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you let out a small sigh of relief. you really didn’t want to have your first time be in a closet with some stranger as part of a seven minutes in heaven game.

“um… yeah. yeah, i would like to just talk… if that’s alright…” you awkwardly trailed, playing with the hem of your long sleeved shirt. in the darkness, you see him nod. the closet is so small that your knees are touching and you have to lean back onto the shelves just to not be all up in each other’s faces.

your face begins to heat as you realize that you just had your first—albeit, very quick—kiss. “so…” you start as you shift to get more comfortable. “have you ever played seven minutes in heaven before?” you asked kai. it was better to get this awkwardness behind the both of you as you still had a lot of time to spend together. in front of you, you hear kai chuckle, “no, can’t say that i have. this is my first time actually.”

oh no, you think to yourself, i’ve basically just ruined this guy’s chance at seven minutes in heaven. “oh… uh, sorry…” you reply sheepishly and kai is quick to correct you. “oh! no, it’s okay. don’t worry about it! i’m not very fond of this game if i’m being completely honest. i'd rather not have sex with a stranger in a closet.” the both of you laugh and the tension rises.

“have you ever kissed someone?” you asked kai, curious. “well—besides me,” you then add. kai laughs, “one other person, but that was in preschool. so, i’m not sure if that counts.” you nod to yourself. “congratulations, we’ve just lost our first kiss to each other!” you give a slight spin of your fist in the air, which makes kai laugh more.

kai hums for a moment, “i feel like we can do better than that!” you shrug, “i’m down if you are!” heat rises at the thought of actually kissing someone—besides the quick peck you gave kai. anxiety rushes through your body despite the cool and calm demeanor you’re forcing yourself to have. you aren’t like your more extroverted friends—you never kissed anyone and really didn’t know how to kiss someone. the only thing that starts to calm you down slightly is the fact that kai is just as inexperienced as you, so at least if the kiss goes badly you can both blame it on that.

the two of you push off the shelving so you’re basically chest to chest. hesitantly, you wrap your arms around kai’s neck as his shyly come around your waist. “ready?” kai asks quietly, and you’re thankful he’s taking charge of the kiss. you’re close enough that you can make out his warm brown eyes and the mole on his neck. you nod and you both move into each other, lips lightly touching.

your lips press together more and the two of you slowly start moving them to try and find a rhythm, which surprisingly doesn’t take long. you and kai continue like that for a good minute before your arms pull him closer to you and the kiss starts to deepen. kai’s arms wrap tighter around your waist until you're pressed up against him and your lips move faster.

breathing hard out of your noses, you feel the need start to grow more and more inside you as the kiss continues. you also start to feel a little lightheaded, but you didn’t want to pull away from kai. suddenly, the closet door flies open and you and kai jump, breaking apart slightly with plumped lips.

a loud gasp escapes your friend and you get dragged out of the closet. you looked back at kai with a wide smile as he got patted on the back by his friends. kai gave you a wide smile back, cheeks slightly tinted as you got dragged away from each other. you friend followed your gaze and shouted, “call them!” as they did a hand motion for a phone. you heard him laugh and he nodded, looking at you one last time before you made your way back to the circle.

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Saving all my love for you♡︎(CHAPTER ONE)

simon “Ghost“ Riley x Reader

18+!ANGST

Syn: Reader grew up as a hopeless romantic, always seeing the brighter side of things and always getting her heart broken. She finds herself falling in love with a man who happens to already be taken and ends up in a fucked up situation.

CW: Self-harm, manipulation, arguing, ANGST ANGST ANGST, profanity, cheating, mommy-issues, drug-use, SA(NOT BY GHOST!)

A/N: Thank you for tapping in. Welcome to the first offical chapter to my first ff! I appreciate all criticism, I actually encourage it so lmk guys!! If you haven’t read the prologue, you might wanna do that for better context also forgot to mention that readers’ alias is “Sage“ but nonetheless enjoy the very first chapter and I'm gonna try and update as fast as I can everyday!! Here we goミ★

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“So it’s not much of a secret. You two are deffo fucking.” Gaz wiggles his eyebrow, elbowing her side and Soap puts a hand over his mouth to hide the cheeky smile plastered on his face. You weren’t in the room yet, just right outside, and you can hear how sweet the sound of her laugh is. The sound of her nervous voice and her giggles. Oh so she hangs out with the task force now? Should stay in her lane, you think to yourself before pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing.

“What am I thinking? I have no reason to be jealous. God I’m such a loser…” You mumble to yourself, earning a pat on your back from your captain who was just entering the room himself.

“Mornin’ sergeant, let’s go”

As the two of you enter the room, you can feel the stares from Gaz, Soap, and Chel on you. Oh that’s right, her name is Chel. It must’ve slipped your mind, but I guess seeing her face made you remember. Hard to forget really…

Knock it off Sage! She’s innocent!

God my palms are sweaty. Just sit down, you see these guys everyday so why is your stomach churning? Must be the morning sickness…wait morning sickness?! You’re on the pill dumbass. Maybe this is morning Guilt...Or maybe-

“Mornin’ Sage!” Soap and Gaz peers at you while Chel just gives you a shy smile before getting up from her seat. And dismissing herself

“Looks like you guys are getting started. Better get back to my patient, she’s probably waking up by now!” She giggles, covering her mouth. She does it so gracefully, like a mermaid or some shit. Almost sickens you, it’s annoying…no it’s not. I’m just being a green-eyed cat.

The men all wave her off as she walks out of the room. You sigh, and lean on the table with your cheek in the palm of your hand. Facing Simon is gonna be so painful today. Well it’s really painful everyday, you think to yourself with another sigh. It has been ever since we started whatever we have. I remember the first night we got together…

—---

The sounds of wet kisses and ruffled up fabric, whether it was your guys’ clothes or the sheets, are the only things to be heard in the room. He unbuckles his pants without his rough lips leaving your smooth ones.

You place a hand in his chest, in an attempt to reluctantly push him away. It was highly unprofessional for the two of you to be doing this anyways. “Sir…we shouldn't, we could get in big trouble if anyone saw us like this.” You blush trying to hide the obvious tint in your cheeks

“Well then love…it’s a good thing we’re at my place, in my dark locked room, curtains closed, just the two of us away from base…alone” He whispers the last part, closely in your ears nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle out of you.

‘Okay’ is all that you mouth, and immediately go back in.

—----

You remember it like it was yesterday, though it was…almost a year ago. It was actually around the time that Chel started at this base. On that mission… December 14th. Simon taking a bullet for you might’ve been the worst decision he ever made. Because that single bullet landed him in the hospital where he had met Chel and forgotten all about you, made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a sigh, and slouch back into your chair, earning devious looks from the other men in the room around watching you.

“Ey! What’s got you all down in the dumps?” soap, making his way over to sit next to you asks in a curious tone. He leans back in his chair, placing a hand on your thigh. You just can’t help but let out another sigh, blowing raspberries while you’re at it. Just then, Simon walks in ready for the meeting to start,on time like always, but you’re too down in the dumps to notice him.

“Lemme guess. Trouble in Paradise yeh?” Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his overly sweet coffee.

“Yer boyfriend not treating you right?” Soap wriggles his eyebrows

“Woah-ho-ho! Boyfriend?! Since when?” Gaz exclaims. Not sure why he’s so surprised. I mean it’s not like I can tell him that Simon is really my boyfriend. Wait- can I even call him that? This is some evil shit I’m in. Poor Chel. I’m such a piece of shit, seriously. But I guess-

“Eyyyy! LT’! You just sneak in here? We were just talking abou’ Sage’s boyfriend!” Soap blurts out. Is he serious? This shit is SO awkward! When did Simon even get in here! Must’ve been too delirious to notice.

You shuffle your feet under the table, looking down to your lap seeing that Johnny’s hand still grips your thigh.

“The Bloke’s been mistreating our girl. Rough” Gaz snorts, patting your back, accidentally spilling a drop on Johnny’ shoulder while he’s at it

“Tha' Right?” Simon subtly squints his eyes at Johnny's hand on your thigh. You’re too annoyed to notice. At this point you’re so fed up. When is the briefing gonna start? Is it hot in here or am I the only one because everyone else seems to be alright. Get out of your head Sage! Out!

You start to feel your palms sweat. Is this really morning guilt!? Too in your head to realize that the meeting has started. You knew it was gonna be a long day.

Nonetheless, the meeting goes by smoothly, just going over the agenda and then getting on to do your own things. Luckily, you had business with Price all the way across base, so you were basically away from Simon all day, which left you to focus on more important things, and before you knew it, the day was over.

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The drive home was quiet and gloomy, the white noise was deafening honestly and the fog that surrounded your car made it hard to see. It was that time of the year, it was getting colder and darker. Nights like these were when you really wanted someone to hold. Didn’t even feel like turning on the radio, didn’t even feel like crying. Just thinking to yourself. Thinking that maybe a quick pit stop wouldn’t hurt and surely Katy wouldn’t mind any guests.

By the way, Katy’s my best friend, she’s a fashion designer for a local record label so she’s always in that scene. Hanging around those cool small bands and stuff.

You ran to the liquor store real quick, just a couple of blocks away from Katy’s house, and just as you were walking up to the counter, you saw her.

She seemed to have been purchasing condoms or something, the thought made you sad. You already know who those are for. She bags up her items and turns around on her heel to exit until she sees you with a gloomy look on your face.

She gasps “Oh! Sage..? That’s your name right? Didn’t think I’d bump into you here. WHat are you doing? It’s so late out” she chuckles and smiles at you brightly.

God you felt sick. If only she knew the stuff that you did behind her back, she’d hate you. Her smile is just so pure and unknowing. The type of smile that makes you wanna stop sneaking around.

“Hehe…yeah it’s Sage. Just uhm…getting some drinks. Getting ready to head over to my friend y’know” You laugh nervously, placing the pack of beer on the counter.

She smiles and pats your shoulder. “Well be careful with all of that. I’ll be seeing you around. Bye bye!” She exclaims and walks off to her car.

The drive over to Katy’s house had your ears ringing. That might’ve been a wake up call. She’s just so nice and friendly. If you weren’t so guilty, the two of you could’ve actually been good friends. Alright then it’s decided.

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“Sooo...Your ultimate plan is to just ignore him..?” Katy squints her eyes at you all concerned.

“Yeah! I mean it should be easy. I’ll use Chel as motivation, maybe I can even become friends with her!”

Katy sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose like this bitch can’t be serious. Ever since you told Katy about your little fling, she’s been viewing you differently. Of course she’ll always love you but she acknowledges that what you’re doing is just morally wrong. So wrong. She just sighs and looks at you with a defeated look.

“Welp. If that’s what you think. Love always wins though. Because I mean...you can’t just ignore him forever. You work with the man. He’s your higher up for fucks sake!” she pauses and shakes her head “If you don’t formally break things off with him, things aren’t gonna end up like how you want them to.” Katy bites her inner cheek, before getting up to get a glass of water and you’re left, sat there on the carpeted floor of her living room, letting her words replay over and over again in your head.

They rung in your ears for hours and hours, even after you got home, laid awake in your comforter. The dark room brings negativity to your thoughts and before you knew it, you were crying hard, just bawling your eyes out. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like you were stuck, but you love him so much, it’s gonna be so hard to let him go.

Katy also said something that kind of made you feel better, “You know, It’s his fault too. At the end of the day, He’s the border between the two of you women. He’s leading both of you on and that’s not okay.”

She was right of course, but you have to take at least some accountability. All of this shit was just stressing you out. Suddenly your phone lights up on your nightstand, lighting up the entire room.

Lt.: Hey it’s Simon, can you talk right now?

To be continued...

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closed plotted starter for @sheldoney

serefine hardy had been raised in the same neighborhood as howard wolowitz and his crazy mother. they'd been a rather close pair of friends, even when howard hit puberty and turned into an absolute horndog. he realized quickly serefine was definitely not interested in him like that and the pair continued to be friends, even when she moved to medford texas in 7th grade. she'd made good friends in texas, missy cooper being one of her very best. though she moved, as she and howard graduated schools and moved away, the pair kept in close contact with eachother. that was why serefine was on her way to pasadena, to move there for a job opportunity and feeling comfortable knowing she'd at least be around someone familiar to her when her partner had found out she was pregnant and took off, leaving her to raise a baby alone. after arriving, howard allowed serefine a few days before introducing her to bernadette, who serefine thought was absolutely amazing and brilliant and didn't judge her one bit for having the barely there baby bump.

she'd avoided going out, worried about how others might look at her before the fiery little blonde tore into her and convinced her to meet their group of friends. bernie had assured her that no one would judge, and not to listen to anything sheldon says. today she donned a batman shirt and a pair of black leggings, and her comfiest converse. she only put a little makeup on, maybe trying to mask the pregnancy glow from the strangers she was going to meet. when she walked in, she'd been introduced to everyone before one of the people caught her eye. his face familiar and then she remembered he was sheldon.

❛ shelly cooper? ❜

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sitting  on  the  edge  of  the  counter,  she  crossed  her  legs  thigh  over  thigh  and  leaned  back  on  her  hands.  head  tipped  to  tilt  as  she  looked  up  at  him  through  a  wash  of  blonde  bangs.  ❝  do  you  ever  get  tired  of  being  compared  to  a  brick  wall?  i'd  imagine  that  would  get  tiring  after  awhile.  ❞   it  was  a  genuine  question,  and  more  often  than  not  julie's  inside  thoughts  become  outside  ones,  but  at  least  she  was  behaving.  for  now.

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•°♡ Swoon!~ Prompts VII ♡°•

🎶 Cause everytime we touch I get this feelingggg & everytime I kiss I swear I can flyyyy. Everytime my heart beats fast I want this to lastt. Need ya by my sideeeeeee. 🎶

CW: Suggestive

"Do a little twirl for me, sweetheart." (Suddenly, I'm a ballerina.)

"Oh, is someone feeling spicy today?"

"I love how real you are. If God gave anyone a personality, it would be you."

"Your lips are sweet like candy. I might get a sugar rush cause of ya'."

"There you are, sweetheart. I've been looking all over for you."

Parallel Bonding. Just chilling in the same room doing different things but in the presence of eachother.

Trying on lipstick just to cover the other's face with it.

Non-sexual bath time but add water guns & bubbles into it.

Prolonged Eye Contact. (Prolonged Eye Contact.)

Someone burnt their tongue & you kiss it better.

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🩷 - We back in business & I also got some good newsss. I officially have a boyfriend! If you guys been paying attention to my posts, you guys already know that. If you haven't, now ya know! I'm so happy! Also I've noticed we getting close to February & I'm a simp blog so it's my job in participate in the romance.

Like always we're going to have a monthly poll as always & I'm going to make a February writing challenge too! So, make sure you know that because that's going to be important for later! Anyways, thank you for your time!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlove me, or deal with itㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdo they beg for what they want or do they piss you off until ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou give in ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤxiao, heizou, kazuha, venti, wanderer !

"anonymous order; ...puppy eyes or cat eyes from your prompt list with 5wirl ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤone of my favorite prompts, so had to do it first ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthank you and please enjoy, xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao ! ㅤ

while xiao has many behaviors comparable to that of a cat, whenever it comes to something he wants, he gives you the puppy eyes. — and the funny thing is, he doesn't even realize he does them.

"xiao ? do you need something ?" you turned to the male standing a few feet away from you, by the door of the room which he just closed behind him. to you, he looked fidgety, like he did indeed need something. but to him, he — archons he can't even deny it himself, he does need something.

he needed your attention, your affection, come on that's not too much to ask, right ? he's been venturing away from the inn more frequently due to the random increase of monsters in the area that he takes upon himself to wipe out, and whenever he returns it's always clashing with your own schedule, be it you'd be in the middle of a long discussion with the innkeeper, or you'd be sound asleep in your shared room.

the poor thing has been deprived of your attention for some time now, so it wouldn't be too much to ask for your time, right ?

"uhm . . ." he just couldn't seem to get it out. his fingers wrinkled the fabric of his sleeve as you moved your chair to more easily face him. "take your time now, xiao. would you like to come here ?" you beckoned him over to you, to which he quickly accepted, walking over to you and standing right in front of you. you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in and hugging him as you looked up against his chest, waiting for him to continue.

he knew you were trying to encourage him, but please, this is only making him even shyer.

"i just wanted your . . attention." your eyes lit up when he finished, looking up at him with surprise. "attention ?" you sat up, your arms still around him as xiao's eyes darted around the room in embarrassment. "mhm . . please." his voice was rather hushed, but when his golden eyes met yours, you saw that he was pleading, for you to give him what he wanted. and who would deny that ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

heizou, heizou is a menace, take that as you will. he will get what he wants from you, much like a sassy yet playful cat waking you up early in the morning for you to feed it. absolute cat eyes behavior.

being a detective, he knows all the right methods to get his way, to obtain what he wants and needs. and he definitely takes advantage of that when it comes to craving your love.

"baby ~ please, don't ignore me ~" his hands are wrapped around your waist, his head in the crook of your neck, and he was acting like a child. "babe, just a few minutes, promise." you tried to reassure him, but those few minutes, to the detective, are being wasted !

because really, you're prioritizing soup over him ?! well - okay, it is dinner for the two of you, he loves your cooking, so he should watch his mouth, but come on ! he's been drowning in cases as a detective, when he would much rather be drowning in your affection.

"just a kiss ? just a kiss, please ~ ?" he won't be satisfied with just a kiss, but he swears it'll be enough to shut him up for a whole minute ! "promise, when i finish, you'll get more than one kiss, okay ?" you attempted to persuade him, and it was tempting. but you're just trying to shoo him away ! detective shikanoin heizou will not be shooed away ! but then again, more than one kiss ? he'll have to contemplate his choices here . .

"oh fine, i'll sit right here then." he says, and proceeds to sit on the counter where you were working. you shot him a 'what the hell are you doing ?' type glare, only for him to give you the teasing eyes of a cat urging you to pet it. oh, the urge to shove him off is strong. but you endure it because he is damned pretty, and you can't do much against a pretty man basically begging for your attention.

"are you done now ?" "almost, just plating." you scooped some rice into two separate bowls and served with soup too. "now ?" "not yet." your eyes examined the counter in search for the jar of pepper. "have you seen the pepper ?" "right here." he raised his hand up, revealing the jar of seasoning you were looking for, only to raise it higher and out of your reach when you moved to take it. "babe, give it." you tugged on his shirt as he pouted, "kiss me for it." "babe." "kiss, kiss." he was puckering his lips out for you now, like the needy partner he is. "oh my archons." and despite you rolling your eyes at him, you did give in and kissed him, but, only on the cheek. and when he made a gasp of surprise, you took the opportunity to grab the jar of pepper.

"he - hey ! that was so cheating !" "you'll get kisses later, eat first."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaedehara kazuha !ㅤ

he's the type to say please everytime he kisses you, what do you expect ? those puppy eyes are irresistible. don't even make him wait, just give him what he wants, he deserves it anyway.

"my dear ?" you perked up from your place on the comfortable, cold, wooden bench, forgetting about the book you were just reading as kazuha stood in front of you. "dearest ! take a seat, did you need something ?" you sat up, making room on the bench for him to sit, which he gladly did. "i just wanted to spend the rest of this afternoon with you. besides, the wind is gentle on the sails today." he gazed at the waters that the alcor was currently on. the ship was temporarily stopped near a small village on the outskirts of liyue for the crew to rest.

"it certainly is." your eyes followed his, watching the way the light from the sun danced on the surface of the waves. it mesmerized you, and kazuha won't deny that it was a beautiful scenery. "it sure is a beautiful scenery." "undeniably so," you nodded your head in agreement, still watching the waves — though, you seemed to miss the fact that the 'beautiful scenery' that kazuha was referring to, was actually you. while he can't deny that the waves looked especially mesmerizing today, your beauty would rival it if he does say so himself.

"[name] ?" only when kazuha called your name did you turn back to meet his cherry eyes. you shifted to sit closer to him as you hummed for him to continue. "would i be . . would i be selfish to ask that you give me your undivided attention, even for just this hour ?" he managed to finish, his eyes trained on the thick wooden planks of the alcor, missing the way your cheeks heated up. "no, i don't think you'd be selfish. you are my boyfriend after all, but why do you ask so suddenly ?" "it's silly, just that we've both been busy." he moved to lay his head on your lap, which you wordlessly accepted. "i was feeling deprived of your time."

at his confession, who were you to judge him ? you looked down at him and cupped his face with one hand, brushing through his hair with the other.

"then, let me make it up to you, hm ?" you started to pepper his face with kisses. and as he was about to meet your lips, a familiar voice cleared her throat in front of you two, causing you both to shoot up.

"for the sake of the rest of the crew, get a room you two." beidou teased.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤventi !ㅤ

the way this man would shamelessly beg for you attention, puppy eyes are certain.

"sweetheart, darling, love of my life, my dandelion, my sweet—" venti's long recital of his pestering list of cheesy but sweet nicknames was cut off when you softly slapped a hand over his mouth, only for him to lick your palm like a child. "ack - venti !" "pay attention to me !"

his methods of catching your attention was growing rather embarrassing, especially in public. here you were, trying to maintain a serious conversation with charles, the bartender at angel's share, only for your boyfriend to waltz in and do all of this.

"you have an interesting choice in . . suitors." charles commented, shooting you a sympathetic look as you sighed, opting to squeeze venti's face in your chest to shush him for a few seconds. "he's like this when he's needy, which is most of the time." "my only hope is that he treats you well." "hey !"

eventually, you gave up and dragged venti out of the tavern with you, choosing to save some of your dignity for the night. for your boyfriend, you don't know if being a popular bard makes it so that his dignity is immune to it, or makes it so that it was all gone long ago.

"are you mad ?" "not really, just embarrassed." "well if you weren't ignoring me maybe i wouldn't have caused such a fuss." you rolled your eyes and smiled at your boyfriend's childish defense. "i know, i know." your hands were intertwined as you kept walking back to your shared apartment.

"will you pay attention to me now ?" you pulled venti close and landed a brief kiss on his lips, only to continue walking with your hands intertwined. "will that be enough until we get home ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

cat eyes, hissing, biting. sometimes he reminds you more of a cat than an actual boyfriend. but, oh well.

"don't ignore me." "love, i'm not ignoring you." "yes you are." "no, i'm not." "yes you are."

your boyfriend shot you a glare from his place on your bed, across the room. he watched as you continued to read a book on your desk, irking him that you weren't next to him instead. "you're ignoring me." he spoke again, earning a sigh from you. "no i'm not." "then why are you so far away ?" he retaliated, leaning up on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm, the other hand gripping your pillow next to him. "i can't read on the bed, kuni." "why not ?" "i don't like reading while laying down." he huffed. "you can sit on the bed, you just don't want to be next to me." he pointed at your back accusingly, pouting like an ignored child.

finally, this caused you to turn to face him, the most puzzled stare on your features. "now where'd you get that ?" "you're sitting so far away, when you could sit here instead." he closed his eyes, facing the ceiling instead.

now that you've finally turned to him, he chooses to face the ceiling ?!

"come on, kuni. i'm not ignoring you." "hmph !" what the hell are you supposed to do with this man ?

you let out a loud sigh, closing your book and setting it on the side of your desk. finally getting up to move over to him. "kuni ~" oh that's not fair, don't say his name like that. he rolled over to his side and faced the wall as the bed shifted slightly when you finally sat next to him. "kuni ~" your arm snaked around his torso as you leaned over him, waiting for him to look at you. at this, the man started to glare at the wall, growing stiff in his place.

you sighed, opting to pulling him down and sitting on top of him, which finally, finally worked for him to look at you. your hands rested on his chest as you looked down at him triumphantly.

"now am i ignoring you ?" "what the - don't you sit on me !" you shushed him with a kiss to the lips. "now am i ignoring you ?"

he scoffed shyly, "no - no. no you're not."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[whispering-ways]

•☆ミ rain check ☆彡•

♡ summary: you and luffy have a date planned out for the evening, but after a tiring day and a shift in weather, plans change for the better.

♡ pairing: luffy x reader (established relationship)

♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

♡ notes: i'm sorry for taking so long to write a new fic guys! it's my last semester for my bachelor's degree so i've been swamped with grad applications and work for my senior classes. thanks for being patient and i hope you guys like it <3

You were adding the final touches to your makeup when you heard Luffy enter your apartment, his heavy footsteps letting you know he’d come home.

“Y/N?” he called out. “You here?”

“Yeah I’m just getting myself ready in the bedroom,” you respond. He enters and flops down on the bed, looking completely exhausted. “Had a rough day, babe?”

You get only an exasperated sigh in response, which tells you all you need to know. You walked over to the closet, pulling out some heels that you hoped would go well with your outfit.

“You look so pretty. I can’t wait to take you out! It's gonna be awesome! Are you excited for our date?” Luffy asks, beaming at you and turning his head to the side to see you better.

You paused. To be completely honest, it had been a tiring day for you as well and you were truly worn out. You had spent hours conducting tests and repairing lab equipment, leaving you craving nothing more than to unwind.

However, both you and Luffy had been looking forward to this date for months; he was thrilled when you proposed the idea. It didn't feel right to call it off just because you were tired. Besides, you loved spending time with him so you didn’t mind going out even though you were a little beat.

“Yeah, of course, I’m excited! Plus it gives me a reason to get all dolled up for you and you know how I love doing that,” you reply with a soft smile.

With a grunt, Luffy hoisted himself out of bed, shuffling over to you. He envelops you in a hug, resting his head against your neck and kissing just below your ear. You chuckle at the sensation, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before ruffling his hair. “Isn’t it time for someone to start getting ready?” you ask with a smirk.

He let out a deep sigh as he lifted himself off of your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right, babe. Let me just hurry up and get ready. Just give me like 15 minutes, okay?" He said with a cheerful smile, looking down at you lovingly. You press a soft kiss to his lips and head over to the living room to give him some time to get dressed.

You head over to the living room, sinking into the couch as you scroll through your phone while waiting for Luffy. The clunking of his heavy footsteps breaks the silent atmosphere of the room as you send him random videos here and there. However, it didn't take long for that to bore you, so you decided to stretch out to relax.

When a few raindrops began to fall outside of the window, your neck craned up to glance at the dampening window. You mumbled to yourself, "This is the worst time for rain. I'm too tired to get all soaked in the rain."

When Luffy finally finishes getting ready, he steps out into the living room and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Ready to go sweetheart?" he asks with a grin.

You let out a dramatic sigh as you pull yourself off of the couch to sit upright. Luffy chuckles as he draws you in close, settling into a comfortable silence. You lay your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

Despite being excited to plan the date and enjoying getting dolled up, something about today was just too draining. Hope filled your heart that Luffy would sense something was wrong, but knowing his oblivious nature, you knew that you’d probably have to spell it out for him.

Luffy kissed the top of your head and looked towards the window. Although it’d barely been a couple minutes, the rain seemed to have grown more intense, now leaning towards a heavy storm. "Hey," he inquired, turning his attention back towards your face. "It's raining pretty hard outside, isn't it?"

You rose up, turning to look towards the window as well. You perk up, looking at how bad the rain’s gotten. “Maybe we really will be staying at home,” you thought to yourself as you turned towards Luffy, speaking aloud to him now. "Yeah, the rain is really heavy, isn't it?" You continue with a shrug, adding, "I wonder if our umbrellas will be able to withstand the harsh weather."

Luffy looks at you, noticing the hopeful gaze in your eyes and the way you had now nestled closely to him. He understood precisely what that meant. "Hey," he said, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "I know we've planned this date out, but do you want to do a rain check? Maybe we should just stay in tonight instead."

You light up like a Christmas tree, but try your best to cover your excitement. “Yeah sure, can we cuddle up and watch a movie or something instead?”

A soft and knowing smile spreads across Luffy’s face as he speaks to you. "Of course babe," he replies, reassuringly. "Just get all cozy in bed, and I'll make some snacks for us. Okay?" His gentle and caring way of speaking makes your heart melt with butterflies, and your face cannot help but break into a grin.

You nod excitedly, rushing to the bedroom to get comfortable. Without hesitation, you change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and then dive back into bed, wrapping yourself tightly in your warmest blankets.

Luffy heads to the kitchen and reaches into the fridge, fetching a box of frozen jalapeno poppers. He tosses a few pieces into the air fryer, then leans against the counter and waits for the familiar chime of the machine to go off. Somewhere in him, Luffy knew that the evening might conclude like this. After dating you for over a year, he knew you like the back of his hand.

When he checked the morning forecast and saw that it was going to rain, he knew that you would want to snuggle up together. Every time it rained, you'd always snuggle up like a cat with your blanket and look for something to unwind so seeing you so excited to relax together was no surprise to him.

However, he also knew that you wouldn't bring it up because you didn't want to disappoint him by canceling the date. But at the end of the day, Luffy didn’t care whether you went out or not; he was just happy that he got to spend time with his favorite person. And to be honest, he was pretty exhausted himself.

The chime of the fryer brings Luffy out of his thoughts. He takes a plate and adds the poppers, along with some ketchup and a few of your preferred spicy chips, before heading into the bedroom.

Your face brightens as soon as you spot Luffy walking in with a plate of food. The movie was already playing when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Enveloped by his warmth, you snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest.

You were in pure bliss, with Luffy's body warmth and the softest blankets keeping you perfectly snug. You turned over, grabbing your laptop and gently placing it in between you two along with the plate full of snacks.

After a couple moments of looking through options, you both settled on the latest Puss in Boots movie. You had both come across a few ads about it and talked about watching it, so you and Luffy decided to give it a shot.

A few minutes in showed that it was a good decision. Glancing over at Luffy, you noticed his focused expression as he watched the screen with brows. You turned back to look at the movie, but the only thing you could concentrate on is how happy you were that it started raining.