#I know it's kind of cheesy to say i want my blog to be a safe space for everyone but I really do

[dw-flagler]

it has come to my attention that i have been really shitty the last few months about my stance on incest. i am so sorry to anyone I might have offended or made uncomfortable. I was ignorant about the examples of incest in the real world and the harm it can have on people, basing my real opinions on a hypothetical non-entity, and I apologize for any harm I may have caused by doing so. I have never nor will I ever condone any form of abuse, and if anything I said has ever implied that I do I am sorry to have said so

[lorelune]

(minors dni & ageless blogs dni /// inspired by this post and brainworms with @petrichorium)

"dear?" neuvillette asks. you're sprawled out on his chaise lounge, reading today's issue of the steambird. you're distracted.

"yes?"

"what exactly does it mean if you're 'wet'?"

you smile at him sweetly from across his office, "... come again?"

he looks overwhelmingly serious. though he does, occasionally, toss a joke or two into his daily conversations, it's rare. you know the look he wears when he does so. and in this moment? he looks completely sincere.

"if you are wet, the meaning, please. i believe you should know?"

"i-i mean," you laugh. "neuvillette, love, dearest— are you... being entirely serious?"

"yes."

"ah, alright." your lover is the current incarnation of the hydro draconic primordial, but regardless. "to be damp. moist. covered in liquid, probably water?"

neuvillette brow scrunches. then relaxes after a moment and he shakes his head. the soft, curved horns that curl into his hair tremble with the motion. he smiles and shakes his head, shutting the book he'd be paging through. you catch a glimpse of the cover and— oh.

everything comes together.

"A Seaman's Conquest: The River's Maiden and Jewel" is the latest erotic novel by the quietly-famed 'Épée Honnête'. you recognized the cheesy art on the novel, and the flourishing text. you've read one or two of the author's works, but in the quiet and private of your own home. stashed atop each other in your nightstand, with a seldom-used vial soft oil. their prose is a... bit over the top. but they're also a sensation.

you have to wonder how and why neuvillette, of all people, is reading the book (and by your brief look, seems to be about half-way through it.) it is not the kind of thing he'd pick up himself— you've never seen neuvillette reading anything other than case files and evidence prior. yet apparently he's been ripping into erotica. right under your nose.

which explains his question.

"o-oh!" you swallow. "you mean wet like—"

"yes."

you squeeze your thighs together.

much to your initial surprise, neuvillette had incredibly limited experience when it came to bodily pleasure. intimacy in and of itself is something that he clearly yearns for, but perhaps does not know how to convey. you're not sure if neuvillette, in all his stature, could ever truly be bumbling, but he gets close to it with physicality.

he's careful. an incredibly fast learner but bent on taking his time, being thorough— meaning that most of your physical encounters are kissing under both of your lips are bruised and slick. you know that neuvillette feels aroused in those moments; the hard press of his clothed cock nudged up to you is proof of it. and you're turned on in those moments— horribly. you've soaked through your panties on more than one occasion. he makes you so— wet.

"wet is like... female arousal." you say simply, steeling yourself. you'll jump him otherwise.

"it this makes you... wet? is this like perspiration?"

"no, no. not at all. not really." you shake your head with a laugh. "it's like. slick? f-from my insides. it's lubrication for intercourse, to be entirely clinical about it."

"... but it's indicative of arousal?"

"entirely." you nod, trying to focus on the case file in front of you. your eyes have skimmed the same line three times.

neuvillette pauses and your hear a flutter of pages before his 'A Seaman's Conquest' closes once more, "have i made you wet before?"

you swallow. get ahold of yourself.

"yes. frequently."

"hm." neuvillette hums and his chair creaks as he sits back. he picks up his silver goblet and swirls it. the gem on it's side refracts the warm glow of the office light, dragging your gaze to his.

he's looking at you— hungry. perhaps something else. something insatiable.

"i want to know more." he tells you. rises. walk toward you with the defined click of his heeled boots on the hardwood fo the floor. "i feel as if i was missing something important without this knowledge. and there's more to be understood."

"well, ask away. i'm an open book." you tell him, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

"may i make a request?"

"of course."

"i..." neuvillette swallows around his words. you drag him onto the lounge with you and lean into his shoulder. moral support and all.

"it's fine if you don't know quite what to ask. or what you want." you assure him. you'll eat up anything he gives you, really.

"i know exactly what i want, it's a matter of phrasing."

"oh, yeah?" you wonder if he's nervous about you not understanding his desires. or if he's worried about being too blunt or forward.

you tilt your head back until neuvillette coaxes you down into his lap. his hand, gloved hand, smooths down your jaw. his fingertips trail down your neck, pressing into your curves and divots. bones and flesh alike. it's exploratory.

neuvillette touch slips down your collar, to bare skin. you shudder. "i'm curious."

"y-yeah? seems like you are."

he laughs, gentle and under his breath. his palm cups your cheek, soothing and kind. with a tilt of his head:

"i'd like to make you wet with my touch, and then taste you."

he says it hushed; it's just meant for you and you alone to hear. the intention of it makes you feel crazy, out of your skin. the look he's pinning you with. the ability he wields while being entirely sincere is going to undo you.

you swallow, a little sound sticking in the back of your throat. you squeeze your thighs together and close your eyes, "neuvillette, you're killing me here."

"am i?" there's a hint of a tease in his voice. you want to coax out more of it. you try and bury your face in his hip, but he doesn’t let you. he drag your chin straight and holds his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip.

"yes, y-you are." you mean to sound firm about it. but it comes out as a whine.

"so precious." he says softly, adoring. his thumb presses in into your mouth and runs along your teeth, into your gums. "would you like if i tasted you too?"

"fuck, neuvillette—" your words get muffled as his fingers press into your mouth further. he presses down on your tongue, the scent of clean leather and his gentle personal cologne almost suffocate it. you welcome it.

"is that a yes?"

you try to reply, but your words don't come out— his fault— so you only nod. perhaps too enthusiastically, but neuvillette doesn't seem to mind. his lips curl into a gentle smile, and he strokes over your cheeks. his only hand trails lower, finding home on your inner thigh.

"are you wet now?"

"'pworably—"

"cute." he says again. he still looks hungry. like he's going to eat you alive. there's an appetite in him, even if he doesn't know what it fully is or what to do with it. it seems, it really seems, like he's learning it. "may i find out—?"

"Monsieur Neuvillette!" The sharp crack of knocking on the door interrupts him as he leers over you. It's Laith, on the Seven— "the court time is within a half hour. do you require an escort?"

his grip on your thigh tightens. almost to point of hurting, but in the best way. you know you're wet now.

"no, laith, i will be alright on my own. i will be departing shortly."

"the prosecution's attorney sent over some last minute evidence files and requested i deliver them as well." the knob of the door starts to shift and you almost bolt up and away. neuvillette places his spit-covered hand on your chest to brace you down.

"i do not require the documents at this time. have them prepared for me at the opera epiclese."

the knob slips back into place, "of course, Monsieur. i'll see that they're delivered."

steps echo away from the door and you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, "awful timing."

"unfortunate." neuvillette sighs. "truly unfortunate."

his duty is paramount. you know this as he helps you to stand and as he straightens your close. he's being more dutiful about it than he could be, given his next court time is so close. you relish it.

"... are you wet?"

"right now?" you feel sticky in a way that's a bit cold now. you press your forehead to his lips in a quiet beg for a steadying kiss. he relents easily and gives it to you. "yes. you have that effect on me."

neuvillette takes a steadying breath and squeezes around your shoulders, "i apologize for the timing of things, but—"

"i know." you tell him. "it's okay. besides, i have fingers and some toys at home. you've given me new material to work with."

"... you think about me when you're pleasuring yourself?" he blinks at you, eyes wide. you can't help but smirk.

"consistently." you nod and beam at him. "often. basically every time. i haven't even seen your cock but my mind's eye has come up with some creative theories and visual concepts."

that gets him to blush, a high, pearly pink that's almost purple. it fades into his hairline.

"this is going to be a particularly difficult court session."

"i can only imagine. is it my fault?"

"only partially." neuvillette assures you with no bite. "perhaps blame wriothesley for that book he lent me. he insisted i read it and get back to him for a review."

"huh."

you could lose it. really. wriothesley is a bastard. you should punch him. or kiss him— except you've grown from those days and you haven't seen that busted-lip smile of his in years. nice to know he's still doing you favors. you should send him an edible arrangement.

"and myself, too. thoughts to entertain at home, and not at the office."

"perhaps, perhaps." you tell him. you don't mind. you brush your lips to his cheek.

"would you visit me, after court?" who knows when that will be. you don't really care. you have a key, afterall.

"of course." you'll have tea prepared. perhaps sex education flashcards. maybe. or you'll break out the lacey slip that's been seldom-touched since purchase and surprise him. who knows. the world's your oyster.

and as you walk with neuvillette out of the palais mermonia and see him off on one of the aquabuses, you catch it in him again. in the almost-longing gaze he sends you as he departs, you see it. something awakening. old and new all at once in him. directed at you. he's famished. or, perhaps—

thirsty.

[peachyogurtwithchocolate]

Sebastian SDV Dating Headcannons

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A/n: Hey guys I just wanted to say thank you so much for getting me to 50 likes on my blog!! It means so much to me💜

Please ask me for writings/prompts! I would love to get to know you guys. I'll write full stories, headcannons, fluffs, smuts, you name it! Just respect the boundary of no noncon, age gap, or other controversial things relating smut. Thanks!

As mentioned before, I absolutely love it when you guys reblog my stuff but just dont claim it as yours!

As with every fanfic, these are just my opinions!

Word Count: still too lazy to do it😀

Warnings: my horrible spelling lol (none)

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I feel like telling Robin about dating him would be the most awkward thing ever. I saw another blog saying that ot would probably happen by her walking into Sebastian's room to see you too cuddling and i couldn't agree more. (Ps if anybody finds the author of that blog I'd love to mention them and give them credit)

There is never a truly dull moment dating Sebastion. Oh, its a rainy day on the farm? You bet your ass hes on his way to explore the caves with you in his free time

I feel like Sebastian isn't the biggest on PDA. Sure, he'll wrap an arm around your while playing pool with Sam at the Saloon, but not much more than that. He absolutely loves you and makes sure youre aware of it, but he likes to show his affection privately.

Speaking of, I think that Sebastian would enjoy spending quality time with you. One of the many perks of him working from home means that he typically has plenty of time to watch a cheesy horror movie or two.

Dont get me wrong, I think that Sebastion would still be into gift giving, but not nearly as much as just spending some time together. In my opinion, he probably doesnt super get the whole gift giving "just because" thing but he makes sure youre appreciated. Oh, he made some extra coffee because he couldn't sleep? He'll give it to the farmer

If youre like me and use the Stardew Wiki page religiously, then you'll also have an "insider's hint" you could say on his favorite gifts. When he gets a frozen tear from the farmer at the Feast of The Winter Star, hes actually kind of shocked. Other than Abigail, there isn't really anybody else in town that he talks to about it semi-odd likes and loved gifts.

If he were to get the farmer as a secret friend for the Feast of the Winter Star, however, he would totally get them a DND related gift. You mentioned a cool die that you've been wanting? Its already in his online shopping cart.

Back on the topic of movies, I think that Sebastion would like horror movies. Not just the jump scare type of horror, but the physcological type of horror, like the Blair Witch (one of my personal faves)

Dates are always interesting with Sebastian. Most of them are just spur of the moment decisions like "wanna go see if there are unexplored caves up in the mountains?" And other things like that.

Over all, I think that a relationship with Sebastian would include a lot of independence but also some really good quality time with some odd dates scattered in between. Just know that even if he takes a walk by himself that day, he still loves you with literally all his heart.

[etoiile]

1,2,3, EYES ON ME

starring bachira meguru!

synopsis: your boyfriend has noticed that you have some problems with eye contact

notes: RAHHH IN MY DOWNFALL ERA 😭 i cannot write at all rn and i actually forced this piece out of me and its so bad i cannot but i have to post SMTH bc nothing has been posted on this blog for WEEKS ITS A GHOST TOWN HERE

"hey, why do you always do that?"

"huh?"

"that." bachira replied. "you always look away whenever i compliment you."

"oh," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing your hand against the nape of your neck. "i dont know, it's just kind of embarrassing sometimes, y'know?"

"embarrassing?" he looked at you, puzzled. "how is that embarrassing?"

you sighed lovingly as you played with his pretty hair absentmindedly. "you don't know because you have no sense of shame, love."

he grinned stupidly. "yep! but the thing is, baby, i want to be able to reallyyyy see you when i give you a compliment. so, we're gonna practice!"

you stared at him. "what do you mean, practice?"

he sat up and turned to face you. "'m gonna shower you with love, and you're gonna look me in the eye the whoooole time!" he grinned.

you groaned. "meguru, this is so cheesy. and stupid. 't's no big deal, it's just a little embarrassing."

bachira wouldn't hear it, though. "hey, baby? you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen, you know that?"

your cheeks erupted and by instinct, you averted your gaze elsewhere, flustered.

"a-ha! see, you DO need practice!" he teased gleefully. "my baby's so flustered, awww!"

you groaned as you buried your face in your hands. he was so stupid. like, so, so stupid. why were you doing this?

suddenly, he grabbed your wrists and pulled them away, revealing your red cheeks. he gently guided your chin to look at him, and said, "seriously, i think you're the love of my life. i love you. like crazy."

your face, if not already, was heating up like crazy as he stared into your eyes lovingly. "...i love you too?" you mustered out, not really knowing what else to say.

he just grinned and pulled you into his chest, letting you feel his annoyingly steady heartbeat.

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

© 𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[charlessainzz]

Hello!! I want to ask for a fluff carlos fic with reader who has an acute resting b face to the point people think she hates dating him, while the truth is that she's a pretty chill and sweet person as long as she with someone she closed with.

That's it i guess, thank you and have a great day love ❤

thank you for requesting this!!! it’s such a cute idea. hopefully it’s somewhat okay hehe

RBF

Slamming your phone down on the counter caused your wine glass to go tumbling.

“Well shit!” you shouted as you stared at the pool of red. You had had enough already. You were not about to cry over spilled wine too.

Your friend had sent you another Instagram post from the F1 drama blogs about your “Resting Bitch Face”. After every race or moment you are seen with your boyfriend, another post is made about your “RBF”. It was like they were obsessed with talking about it!

Your boyfriend, Carlos, walks into the kitchen. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why is there wine everywhere?”, he asked with concern.

Letting out a huff, you pointed to your phone. “They won’t stop picking at me! They keep calling me miserable and a bitch!” you say raising your voice.

Carlos walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Let me see”, he whispers into your shoulder. You hand him the phone and click on the post. It’s a picture of you and him in the paddock having breakfast. Of course the focus isn’t you two holding hands in the picture. The focus is your face. Unfortunately you suffered from chronic resting bitch face. You couldn’t help it! You just always had a serious face, especially when listening to others or when concentrating.

“They all think I hate you…”, you squeaked. Tears beginning to appear in your waterline. Carlos immediately took notice.

He clicks your phone off and sets it aside. Turning you around to face him, he places your face in his hands. “I like your serious face.”, he jokes giving you a kiss. “I like all your faces…” he says again.

You feel your cheeks blush and try to squirm out of his embrace. “Carlos I’m serious! The world thinks I hate you, it’s only a matter of time before you think the same!” you groan.

“Hey hey. Don’t say that. I could never think that y/n”, he says with conviction. “Who cares what they say online. They don’t know the real you”.

You give him a pouty face.

“I like that face too”, he says with a smirk.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you fall back into his arms again.

“Oh yeah that’s my favorite face of yours”, he admits. You look up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

Nuzzling your face into his neck you say, “You have to start warning me when I’ve been showing my RBF for too long”, you muffled out.

He hums in response as he runs his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“Carlos I mean it”, you stomp.

“Okay. Okay. I will warn you if you’ve had it for more than 10 minutes”, he says rolling his eyes.

“No, for more than 5 minutes”, you plead. He laughs and just nods his head in agreement. In his head he’s thinking of how he wished to world could see you through his eyes. How kind and relaxed you truly were. Even though you had a chronic RBF, he knew that you were the sweetest person in his life. Especially with him.

“I have an idea….”, he says with a devious tone. Carlos picks up his phone and holds the camera in front of your faces.

“Let’s show them our RBFs together”, he says. Carlos snaps the picture of you two staring into the camera.

Having a look, you let out a laugh. “We look hot”, you say. “What are you going to caption it?” you ask.

You see Carlos’s eyes go wide as he thinks. Then it’s like a lightbulb went off and he starts tapping away at the keyboard.

“Couples who RBF together, stay together”, he says proudly. You scrunch your nose at his cheesiness.

“Hmmm perfect”, you whisper. “It’s definitely true”, you joke.

“Of course it’s true y/n”, he says with his big bambi eyes looking into yours. He leans down and plants a firm kiss against your lips. You let out a breath in relief as you two keep kissing and hands start roaming.

Eventually, you lean back into his arms as you watch the post blow up on Instagram.

Let’s see what the trolls have to say now.

[wave2tyun]

policy of truth and lies | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive

summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?

warnings: mentions of throwing up

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!😼😼💞 i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

“carefully planned-out coincidences” - that’s what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.

a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.

1. no texting each other when you’re next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.

2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless you’re well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.

and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.

your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldn’t figure out the right way to do it. you couldn’t just randomly go up to him and say: “remember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that night”.

it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai weren’t glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brother’s pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasn’t because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kai’s hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy “can i…?” that he whispered against your cheek.

as cheesy as it may sound, it’s a night that you will never forget.

-for various reasons.

one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain “shift” in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each other’s presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.

it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.

kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.

and there are no risks, without possible consequences.

it was something that kai had learned…the hard way…on the lovely day of february 14th.

soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they weren’t supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobin’s knowledge) “single”.

while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldn’t take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhaps…not only see you.

depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other one’s cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.

none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a “kiss and run” type of situation.

“hey- the race started, why are you not moving?” soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kai’s across the screen.

snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself “i have to go to the bathroom-” he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face “i think those sweets aren’t sitting right with me”

as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.

kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.

“what are you doing? you can’t be in here-” you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.

however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.

he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands “i wanted to see you”

“is that so?” you asked coyly.

kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.

“it is so” he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.

“if you don’t believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-”

“no-” you tugged kai’s arm, laughing “stay, i was kidding”

kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant “you know i didn’t intend on actually doing it” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“i know” you chuckled “but you have to make it up to me for the teasing”

you pulled at the collar of kai’s shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasn’t long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kai’s hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didn’t involve letting go of each other.

a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.

“y/n? can i come in?” soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.

the strong fear that he’d come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.

“what was that sound- are you hurt?” you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.

“i’m coming in, okay?”

seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.

“everything alright…?” soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.

“yeah- never been better” you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.

soobin’s eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.

“i swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-”

“nope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came in” you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.

kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobin’s attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.

“are you building a bird nest or something?” he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave “don’t answer that actually- i don’t want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you don’t come down on time, i can’t promise that there’ll be any left for you”

with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kai’s lungs to be released.

it was only after this incident that kai’s venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didn’t stand in his power to do more.

nevertheless, it wasn’t long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.

after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?

people knew that it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your school’s pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.

what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the band’s notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.

this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.

kai

[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^

[9:18 am] i miss you…

the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for “discreet” pda.

you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“and that’s a wrap- good job guys” yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.

“kai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you don’t forget to lock up the doors before you leave” yeonjun threw the keys in kai’s direction, which he caught effortlessly.

“what? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?” kai’s brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasn’t one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.

“scored a date with that girl from the mall” yeonjun winked “which, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help you”

everybody else’s eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: “i have a project to finish” “i did it last time” “i just don’t want to do it” ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.

nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldn’t simply pass by it.

“i can help you”

soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.

“we’ll leave you to it then” beomgyu swung his arms around soobin’s and taehyun’s shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.

“yeonjun always does this” kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor “i love him but- for once, i wish he’d keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minute” the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.

“careful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i don’t think he’d be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by you”

“sorry” he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh “i guess i’m just fed up with everything”

as you placed a hand over kai’s cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.

“would a kiss make you feel better…?”

kai nodded eagerly “i might need more than just one kiss though” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.

his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something more…heated. hands brushing over each other’s bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.

what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an “honourable” place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.

too bad that adrenaline rushes don’t last forever though.

you felt kai’s heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.

“am i interrupting something?” the person standing at the door’s threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.

you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.

“care to give me an explanation?” soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.

in a single day, all of the rules you swore you’d follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.

kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.

you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies can’t last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.

your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he “forgot something” in the practice room, he didn’t have a concrete plan in mind.

“how long?”

“what?” you murmured.

soobin repeated himself “for how long has this been going on? this…thing between you and kai?”

your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:

“…a year” you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.

the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.

“y/n, i’m not the one who chooses who you’re gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, it’s my best friend who you fell for- i can’t tell you to stop seeing kai”

his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic “but i love him“? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.

“so, what i’m getting is…you’re approving of our relationship?” you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.

soobin hummed “as long as you don’t hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. i’ll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?”

you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand “deal”

“shouldn’t kai have a say in this too though?”

“something tells me he’s already agreed to it” soobin laughed, pointing at a “totally-not-eavesdropping-kai”, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.

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[noemilivv]

hi! could I request Noah x "intimidating" looking reader?

like, RBF, punk/alt clothes, tall and quiet, but actually lowkey pining for him?

btw I like your name, Mio sounds rly nice lol

- Toxic Milk (i don't wanna ask with my main tumblr blog hence the anon ask)

Ofc you can! Also on that note abt my name, thank you lol!

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), kinda short, cheesy(?), barely proof read

Noah TDI x Male!Intimidating!Reader

You and Noah met on the first season of Total Drama, at first, you guys don’t necessarily speak, Noah didn’t have anything against you, but you weren’t the kind of person he was familiar being around

He would never admit it, but yes, like to some of the others, you were intimidating. The way you towered over him, and how you didn’t really talk, it almost felt like a monster towering over him from behind (Not that he ever thought of you as a monster)

But you and Noah got paired up for a challenge, and all of a sudden, things just fell into place.

Noah thought you were a chill guy, he enjoyed talking to you, even if he did most of the talking. And besides, he thought your fits were hot cool.

Over the course of the show, you and Noah had your fun, but eventually, he got voted off.

In the process of goodbyes, Noah stays silent, thinking to himself, he was in awe, he couldn’t believe he’d be off of the show for good. But before he could stop he blurts out…

“(Y/N), I really like you!”

…

“Uh… I just wanted to let ya know..! Like, uhm. Before I left. Heh. Yeah?”

Safe to say that elimination did not go as ANYONE expected.

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE APPRECIATED !!

[imagine--if]

"What am I to you" Bruce Wayne/Battinson x reader?!?

A/N: I kinda just went with the flow on this haha, there's a smidge of riddler x reader too but hi battinson peoples!! It's been a while 😁🖤 enjoyyy, sorry if I didn't follow the trope as much as you wanted bahaha

Wordcount: 798

"I'm sending you to Wayne Manor. You'll be safe there."

You blink up at the mystery man clad in all black in shock, rubbing at the mild red tape marks around your wrists. Wayne Manor? Was he joking?

"Wayne Manor?" you repeat incredulously. "You can't just go to Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne lives in Wayne Manor."

The Batman doesn't look up at you as he gently pulls a hand away from your wrist, cleaning the agitated skin area with a softness that should be alien to the vigilante, who stalks troublemakers and maniacs each night, warding them off the streets by any extreme means that doesn't involve guns.

"He'll understand."

You gape at him in a daze, the night's events a blur, making your head hurt just thinking about it. Of course, whatever drug that dampened the towel The Riddler shoved in your face before you were whisked off to a cold, crumby hotel room can't be helping either, and you swear you can still feel the effects making you feel weak and shaky even after The Batman stormed into the scene, cutting it short with an untamed rage you'd never seen in those dark eyes before.

Before all this, you'd never properly met The Batman, least of all been saved by him. It was only now that The Riddler was targeting the corrupt, trying to prove himself to Batman, and save you, his so-called angel, a beacon in this dark, cesspool city, from the corruption and the dangers lurking around every corner. But, if anything, The Riddler seemed like a danger to you, constantly sending you love poems and riddles on old-fashioned, cheesy valentines cards and promising his followers and viewers of his streams and trials that another reason to carry out his acts of terror was for you.

"So- so pure, and innocent, and angelic... and they're being corrupted! The influence of this rich, disgusting vermin of the city is attacking the biggest influence and symbol of hope in this forsaken place! I'm going to do something... something spectacular. All you have to do is watch and wait for a little while longer..."

If you'd have known that donating to charities for orphans and helping out true detectives like James Gordon with crimes instead of being bought off by Falcone would gain this kind of attention, you might have thought twice. But here you are. Being obsessed over by a murderous genius, and protected by a vigilante mystery man.

"Do you know him?" you ask Batman in wonder, as he frees your wrist, treated carefully and delicately. "Mr Wayne? I don't know if he'd be happy with me staying there. I mean, he doesn't talk to many people and... well, no one really knows much about him."

"He can make an exception," Batman answers you. "This is serious. I don't want you going back home or anywhere by yourself until Riddler's behind bars. You're a part of his plan, too."

You sigh, putting your hoodie back on and pulling the sleeves over your hands, fingertips poking out of the material. "I know. But I'm not your responsibility. You have enough to do already."

"It's my responsibility to keep you safe," The Batman argues. "I'm sure you're a very capable person, but this is dangerous. People have died. You know that."

"I don't think he'll kill me," you say after a beat of thought passes.

"He won't," The Batman says. "He won't go near you again. I'll make sure of it."

"Well..." you struggle to find the words, confused, as Batman goes over to his car, like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Thank you. But why do you care so much?"

The Batman freezes, glancing over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.

"No, I mean," you continue quickly, "apart from the fact that you're a vigilante and a protector and all. Like, what am I to you?"

You cringe inwardly at yourself after hearing the words come out of your mouth, and at the masked man's bemused expression. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was only protecting you because there's a terrorist on the loose, right? What exactly are you expecting?

What you don't expect is for The Batman to take a heavy step towards you, offering you a gloved hand to help you into the vehicle. His hand lingers in yours when you're sat down and he hesitates, an odd look of - what, insecurity? Flustered, just a little? - written in his features as he looks you dead in the eye, the intensity making your breath catch in your throat.

"Probably more than you think," he replies after a few moments of silence, and then his hand slips out of yours as the engine roars to life.

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[ryuichirou]

I apologize if it is too personal but how do you deal with "antishipper" and the way they make callout posts and harassment campaigns against you ? It’s legitimately so scary and it makes me hesitant of posting my own art

Anon! I am very sorry you are going through this horrible feeling of hesitation and anxiety; knowing that people get targeted like that could not only stop you from posting, but stop you from creating altogether, and this is the worst part about this whole thing.

It’s not too personal, and I don’t mind talking about it at all. I’ve talked about our position and our relationship with fandom policing a bunch of times already, so I’m sorry if I’m repeating myself.

I used to be worried about posting certain stuff too. Well, when I was a teen/in my early 20s I wasn’t worried about anything: we had so much juicy stuff posted here lol But then the nsfw ban happened, and the social climate of this app and internet in general started shifting, the first stories about people driven to end their lives because of the hate they received started to come out, and we stopped posting completely. It wasn’t a huge loss to us back then, and this situation wasn’t the only reason why we stopped, but still, it clearly became much more difficult to just appear out of nowhere, throw problematic stuff in your blog and run away again.

I vividly remember us wanting to post my Shingeki no Kyojin drawings and comics based on our AUs and stuff, but not knowing what to do with Ereri – there was no way for us to be “unproblematic” (which was never a concern to us, we just didn’t want to get tons of hate lol) and still post Eren with a man twice his age. So we started posting them without a tag, starting with a drawing that wasn’t too shippy, and then miraculously the world didn’t end. That made us bolder, and we started to post them openly, and posted them for almost two years pretty regularly, alongside some of our other problematic ships + problematic themes. Of course we did get hate, we got a lot of hate while we were posting SnK stuff from all kinds of people, but what we also got a lot of people who found our content refreshing and interesting, even if it was weird and uncomfortable at times.

We weren’t the only people who shipped Ereri (let’s ignore my petty thoughts about the difference between Ereri and Rivaere for now), and we weren’t the only people in Twst fandom who liked Shroudcest, which is another ship that we were super hesitant about posting or even mentioning at first. But with all the hate around I was so certain the world was going to end the moment we post them, and that didn’t happen. The end of the world never happens, but what does happen is that people either get introduced to a fun new dynamic and get invested, or get happy that someone finally posts for the ship they were too afraid to post for. Somehow, when you see some other person being ballsy, you don’t feel as scared anymore – it happened to us with other people’s posts too. Yes, I still say this even though it spawns a bunch of callout posts and harassment, as it did with us. Were we cancelled? Yeah, somewhat. There’s so much you can say about an acc that states “problematic stuff, 18+”, right? I was super relieved and happy, actually, that a lot of people left/blocked us just because they’re the people I’d never want to interact with my art.

I’ve been yapping for a long time already lol so I’ll give you some pieces of advice instead… These are things that legitimately help us.

Surround yourself with people who support you – if not you personally, then at least your ideas (i.e. other proshippers). Luckily, nowadays it’s easier to find them… But also, having a friend who you can vent about these things to helps a lot! It’s cheesy but it’s a fact: when you’re not alone, it’s not as scary.

Always ignore comments/asks from antis and block them on sight, block anonymous asks too. Even if you really want to sass them, it’s much more effective to ignore them: when you give them attention, it invites more engagement from them.

Block people you get bad vibes from. Block those who like or comment bad takes or support harassment of others, block all of their alt accounts. It’s tedious and takes time, but it really helps to keep you hidden from them, at least to some degree. I look up Shroudcest sometimes just to block new people. They try to make fun of me for that, but who cares if it works? You can’t block everyone, but these people usually flock together and it’s usually just a bunch of friends, so taking several posts on these topics from people from the fandom and blocking everyone involved will obliterate the majority of harassers.

In terms of your safety, having multiple accounts in case you main one gets mass-reported helps + I would advice to keep irl stuff away from your fandom stuff just in case.

This is going to sound stupid, but please keep in mind that this isn’t about you. These people are very miserable and not very smart. Even if they try to paint you like a bad person, they don’t know anything about you, so don’t let their judgment affect how you feel about yourself. This is exactly what they want – to have power over you.

Stay strong and take care of yourself, i.e. lock your acc and/or take a break if you feel overwhelmed. Don’t worry, it will pass: it’s very rare for these clowns to keep focus on one person for a long period of time; they have like 5 different dramas per day. There are some absolutely batshit crazy rapid assholes who won’t leave an artist alone for years, but those are super rare and special cases altogether, I don’t think you need to be worried about those.

Keep in mind which fandom you want to do this with, btw. It’s usually okay for the most part, but if the fandom is just a bunch of kids, it’s more likely not worth it or deserves an empty account, at least. Twst is surprisingly good despite anything it might look like! Thanks to Yana being a shotacon and a creator of Kuroshitsuji, I guess. There are many great and supportive people in the twst fandom, it’s been a pleasure to be here, even though, once again, it’s the first fandom where I got a bunch of callout posts and nasty stuff in my ask (SnK fandom usually harassed me for other things).

TL;DR: it is scary, and you could easily get callout posts about yourself, but guess what, you also get to be yourself. Because realistically, callout posts can’t stop you from creating art. They want you to believe that they have power over you, but this isn’t true. Your life online won’t end after some random callout post – mine didn’t. They also don’t understand that each consequent callout post affects the person being called out even less. We do have a minor panic attack for the first hour or so, and it does involve more extra blocking, but mostly it just sours our mood for the day and drops our morale. I still draw, though, out of spite a little lol Oh, and do try to report these types of posts if you get them, there’s nothing wrong with that.

People had been persecuted for their art and ideas for centuries, so what happens now is really nothing new. Without diving into specifics, there are way worse things they could do than writing callouts, but they aren’t super likely to do those. Luckily.

Take care of yourself, but also please don’t doubt yourself; when it comes to your art being way too fun for lovers of censorship to handle, you’re in a very good company. I’m referring to all the artist and writers of this world btw and not just me and Katsu lol but us as well!

[baileypie-writes]

Hello! My name is Korey! I've recently been seeing your blog pop up whenever I search for veneer stuff and when I tell you I am STARVED for content- (I understand that there might be more content out there but I haven't been able to find any ;-;) I personally love your headcanons and the way you write everything and I was really hoping if you could do a Veneer x Male reader? And don't worry!! I read your rules so I have a basic idea for the story!!! You can do headcanons or a one-shot, either one works!!!

So; Masc!Reader is like a tall intimidating guy that dresses rather formally, often in reds whites and blacks. HOWEVER! They are SUCH a softy. Like, they have the voice that could scare anyone but they love stuffed animals and like dressing up in cute animal onesies!!!

When Veneer first met this gentleman, Reader would often keep to himself at first because he didn't want to accidentally scare him, but Veneer is immediately head over heels just because he sounds and looks cool. But as soon as the Reader says that they love bunnies and start opening up more he is just SWOONING-

And when Veneer starts ranting about how he thinks Reader is cool to Velvet, she is just; "That guy?? He's terrifying-"

I'm so sorry if I made the request too long, please let me know if you need more info or if you can't do this request! I will definitely understand!!!!

A/N ~ Aww this idea is so cute! Love all the details you added! I decided to do headcanons, cause it’s better for me to get all my thoughts down. Hope you enjoy!

~Veneer with an Intimidating, but Soft Boyfriend~

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None!

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~ I feel like Veneer is naturally drawn to tough looking guys. So obviously, he likes you the moment you meet. He thought that you were just too cool! He wasn’t scared like most people are, he just wanted to get to know you!

~ When he finds out that you’re actually just a big softy, he falls for you ten times harder. Like, you’re just so cute to him.

~ He’s in love with your voice! He barely texts you, because he prefers calling. He just wants to hear you!

~ You love plushies? Well guess what, you’re now getting a new one every week. Veneer is big on spoiling you, so be prepared to not have any room left on your bed. Plushies everywhere!

~ Veneer buys you guys matching animal onesies. Multiple sets, in fact. Each with a different color and animal theme. His personal favorites are the rainbow unicorn ones.

~ Sometimes he forgets that most people perceive you as scary. He’ll get confused when people are nervous around you, until he remembers how intimidating you look to them. So he tries his best to make people see you as you truly are: kind and caring!

~ He personally loves how you dress formally. He thinks it makes you look so handsome(not that you’re not already). Sometimes he wears the same style so you two match.

~ Veneer sees you as his Prince Charming. His night in shining armor. His soulmate. And he calls you all of these things as nicknames. His sister hates it, thinking it’s super cheesy. But he couldn’t care less.

~ Secretly want you to carry him around bridal style. It adds to the whole Prince Charming thing. If you actually do it, he’ll literally swoon.

~ Veneer loves how much taller you are than him. He loves when you lean down to kiss him, or when he has to stand on his tip-toes to reach your lips.

~ Before she met you, Velvet created an image of you in her head based on what Veneer says about you. Let’s just say that she was surprised when she did meet you. You were definitely not what she was expecting. You? Sweet and soft? How?

~ Velvet is honestly confused on how Veneer isn’t scared of you. She finds you terrifying. She physically jumps when you just ask her a simple question because your voice sounds so scary. Veneer doesn’t get it at all.

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~~baileypie-writes

[captainlunaxmen]

Away for Christmas

Charlie Weasley x reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰Also if you want to be tagged in future Charlie's stories let me know❤️

Summary: no return home for Christmas.

Warnings: Charlie's cuteness.

Alright, I put the salt in there... the pie is in the oven... the pudding is almost set... I can focus on the custard.

I grab the spoon, and I'm about to grab the bowl.

"Good morning, love." He tiredly says, fully entering the room.

"Shit!" I jump, dropping a wooden spoon, "you scared me!" I laugh.

"Sorry... sorry." He laughs too and gets closer, putting his hands on my waist from behind, "what are you doing?"

"Cooking." I simply say.

"I can see that." He chuckles again, "what are you cooking?"

"Food."

"What kind of food?"

"The kind to eat."

"Which is...?"

"Dinner."

There's a pause before he suddenly grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I laugh.

He gently throws me on the sofa where he starts tickling me.

"You think you're so smart, uh?" He teases as he keeps on tickling my sides.

"Stop! Stop it!" I say in between laugher, "it's not fair!"

He stops and looks down at me, catching my breath.

"Still feeling so smart, love?" He grins.

"Actually... yes." I wink.

He considers me for a long moment but then smiles brightly and just leans down to kiss me.

"You're lucky you're cute, my love." He says once he pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheesy."

"You love it." He smirks, and I roll my eyes playfully.

"C'mon, let me up, I have to finish that." I say, he pulls up and holds a hand for me to take.

"Finish what?" He tries again.

"Food." I stick out my tongue at him and quickly head to the kitchen.

Resuming the making of the custard, I listen to him following me.

"You don't have work today?" He asks, leaning on the door.

I stop my movements immediately.

I don't have to work today... I have to work tomorrow and the day after... Christmas day.

"I... uhm..." I take a shaky breath.

"Hey, love, what's wrong?" Charlie immediately comes close to me, gently rubbing my arm.

"Nothing... it's nothing, really." I shake my head, getting back at the custard.

"Love, it's me. What's wrong?"

I sigh and put the spoon down, turning towards him.

"I don't work today." I say.

"Why? Did something happen?" He asks, getting concerned.

"No, no, it's just that... I won't work today because I'm working tomorrow and the day after." I softly say.

"The day after... it's Christmas..." he thinks out loud. "Wait... didn't they say they would let everyone off on Christmas?"

"They did. But apparently, they picked a few 'lucky ones' because they 'can't stay fully closed'." I sigh.

"That's... what the hell?" He swears.

"I can't go back home." I then say, "I'd have to work all day."

"Love..." he hugs me. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's alright... I guess." I shrug, breaking the hug."I already sent an owl to warn my gramps... he will know how to break the new to my mom."

"I wish I could do something..." he whispers.

"It's okay, love," I smile at him, "Please, please don't worry about me."

"You're asking for the impossible here." He smiles back, and I chuckle.

"Now, let me finish this, or it will never be ready in time." I tell him, turning again to work on the custard.

"In time for what?" He asks, genuinely confused.

"For you to bring them to your family." I answer, as if it were obvious.

There's a pause he doesn't answer, so I look his way. He's arching an eyebrow, more confused.

"What?" I ask with a chuckle, getting confused myself.

"You think I'm letting you stay here on your own... on Christmas?" He asks in disbelief.

I sigh heavily.

"Charlie..." I start, but he interrupts me.

"No, no. I'm staying here." He smiles.

"Charlie, I will be working all day, I will probably get back very late. And then YOU will be alone most of the day. It's not fair for you." I firmly explain, "you're going to see your family. Final."

"So that you will have a bad day at work, because you always do, because that job, let me say it, it's awful, only to get back home... alone... on Christmas day? No way, love. Nope. Not a chance." He pouts.

"You're telling me you're willing to miss all those pretty traditions you love so much and you get so excited for?" I challenge putting a hand on my hip.

"Yes." I can see he's trying to look tough, so I raise my eyebrows to challenge him more, "I... hey, stop looking at me like that!"

I laugh and turn back to the cream.

"I told you, Char, it's okay." I try to reassure him.

"Yes, but what about YOUR traditions, uh?" He exclaims.

"Of course, I'll misse them, but I can't do anything about it." I sigh.

"You can just accept me staying here and just share our traditions." He offers.

"Did you hear the part about me having to work all day? Did I say that?" I pretend to wonder.

"It takes me nothing to grab you and throw you on that sofa and tickle the hell out of you, smarty." He warns, and I playfully shove him.

"I accepted it already. It's okay." I tell him seriously, "Please. Don't let me hold you here."

"You're not 'holding me here', I want to stay here with you." He gently grabs my hand, stopping me.

"What about the gingerbread houses competition, uh? You love that. You always say that it can'tbe Christmas unless you, and I quote, 'make them see who the real gingerbread king is,' " I ask with a soft laugh.

"What tradition are you giving up then? What makes Christmas Christmas?" He asks back.

I look up at me, thinking about all the things my mom, gramps, and I do during Christmas... but one thing always makes it properly Christmas.

"Snow globes." I simply say, and Charlie smiles so sweetly at me that I could just melt.

"What about them?" He asks, genuinely interested.

"I would always find a snow globe on Christmas day," I start, "it's something my dad started, completely by chance and from there every single year the thing I would wait, more than the food, more than the presents was what kind of snow globe I would've found."

"Every single year, a snow globe? You must have lots at home then." He laughs.

"Oh yeah, lots and lots. Every year, a different one. Every single ye... except one, actually." I sadly say.

"Why?" He asks.

"The year my father passed." I sadly shrug, unconsciously holding Charlie's hand tighter.

"Oh, love." He hugs me to him again.

"So please, don't let this make you miss your gingerbread houses competition."

"I..."

"Please?" I whisper, and I feel him sighing.

"Okay... I won't miss the gingerbread houses competition." He rubs my back.

"Thanks." I pull away to kiss him and wipe away tears I wasn't aware of, I get back to my tasks. "Shoot... I better get back to work, or I'll never finish." I let out a laugh, and Charlie smiles at me.

"Need a hand?" He offers.

"Nah, I'm good." I kiss his cheek.

"Not even... a taste tester?" He grins.

"Even if I needed one I wouldn't choose you, love. I actually want to send something and not empty dishes." I tease him and he roll his eyes.

"Fine, fine... I have some stuff to finish for work," he tells me, "want some company at least?"

"I could use some, yes." I brightly smile at him as he goes to take whatever stuff he needs.

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I don't know what's worst... having said goodbye to Charlie this morning, this working Christmas or coming home alone.

The day was a nightmare: classify all furniture, constantly being yelled at because, no matter how perfect the work is, it's never enough, not even a lunch break... on freaking Christmas.

I need a hot shower, I need to just lay down and, hopefully, never wake up until Charlie is back.

I open the door and enter, throwing the keys on the table and taking off my coat.

An unexpected smell surprises me, I definitely didn't cook anything this morning. There was no need to.

I go investigate into the kitchen only to find Charlie with a roast in his hands, to show me.

"Charlie..." I start, already feeling tears forming.

"You really thought I would let you, my love, stay here alone on Christmas day?" He laughs, "I thought you knew me."

"I... I told you..." I stutter, walking to him as he put the food down.

He gently grabs my face with both hands, making me look up to him, and all I see is so much love that warms my heart completely, making me forget the whole day.

"You told me not to miss the competition, well..." he moves my head to the side so I can see all components for the houses, I can't help but let out a laugh, "so here it is."

"But... what about the-"

"I did apparate this morning for a few hours, dropped the food, which made my mom very, very... very happy." He explains, still holding my face, "I left before anyone was back..."

"Charlie..."

"It's alright, love. Seriously." He quickly says, "I explained what happened and what I wanted to do, mom actually almost kicked me out. Said 'go care care of that girl, I raised you better than this.' When, not even a second before, I told her I wanted to get back." He laughs, playfully rolling his eyes, "then she quickly packed all the food she could, gave me all the instructions to properly heat it and all."

"Very thoughtful." I smile. "You didn't have to."

"Exactly. I wanted to." He move his hands to bring me closer by the hips, "plus... I wanted to destroy you at the gingerbread houses competition."

I laugh and shake my head.

"Keep on wishing." I say.

"You're so adorable, all happy-teary and all, I'll let this one slide." He softly warns.

I kiss him, I canwait anymore. I just grab his face and kiss him as hard as I can, with all the love I feel for him.

Charlie squeezes my side as he kisses me.

We both break the kiss to breath and just laugh. Happy to be together.

"Thank you." I whisper to him, our foreheads touching lovingly.

"Trust me," he pulls back to look me in the eyes, "it's all completely selfish. I would've missed you too much."

I laugh and caress his cheek.

"I love you." I tell him.

"I love you too, my love." He replies, leaning into my touch. "Now how about you go take a shower, while I finish here?"

"Sure. I definitely need a shower." I laugh and head to the bathroom.

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The shower was the cherry on top of Charlie's surprise. I want to be mad at him for missing Christmas with his family, but I'm so glad he stayed.

I put my most comfortable pj's and walk back into the kitchen.

"Need a hand?" I ask.

"Nope. It's all done." He turns to me, smiling brightly as ever, "just sit at the table and I'll be right out."

"Sure?"

"Let me freaking spoil you, sweetheart." He laughs.

"Fine, fine." I raise my hand up in surrender.

I walk to the living room where he set the table, it looks pretty good actually.

My eyes stop in the middle.

As I get close I notice what it is.

A snow globe.

That alone is enough to make my eyes wet... but at a closer inspection I notice the base is a rock and inside the globe there's a cute little dragon. It's probably an enchanted globe, because the little dragon moves and it seems to let out small clouds of smoke... even though it's in the water.

"Here we are." Charlie announces putting the plates down. "Hey... what's wrong? You don't like it? I shouldn't have, uh?" He panics, walking up to me.

"No," I choke out a sob, "it's just... shit... it's just..." I let out a big puff of air, "you're just amazing."

"Feeding my ego... that's the greatest gift you could've have given me." He kisses my temple. "But seriously... do you like it?"

"Do I like it?" I almost exclaims, picking up the snow globe to inspect it better, "I love it. It's perfect for us."

I notice the enchanted-fake-dragon moving to look at us, puffing out some smoke with a cute grin.

"I thought so too." He holds me to him as we look at the dragon.

"Let's eat, alright." I say putting the globe down and move to sit, followed by Charlie.

"Good idea... you'll need all your strength to compete against the Victor." He smirks.

"Oh... you'll wish you'd never met me," I wink.

"I don't think that will ever be possible." He smiles again and take a bite of food and I do too, enjoying the taste of Molly's cooking.

"Thank you again, love." I tell him, "it means a lot."

"It means a lot to me, really."

We ate together, enjoying each other's company. I got to vent about work and he got to talk about the news about his.

Now we're sitting on the floor, by the small table in front of the small fire... hands full of frosting.

Suddenly the timer ticks.

"Yes!" I exclaim, having finished the house before the timer, and, most importantly... before Charlie.

"Oh c'mon!" Charlie laughs, shocked. "I can't believe it!"

"Told you." I wink.

"Yeah, yeah, you warned me." He sighs, smile never leaving his lips. "Next year, you're coming home with me... and you'll be on my team."

"Whatever you want." I say, crawling to him to straddle him and give him a peck on the lips.

He pulls me back to kiss him properly, his hand trailing down my body, stopping on my hips and he squeezes.

As the kiss get more heated, and his hands more grabby, he suddenly stands up and takes me with me, making me gasp.

"Let's start a new tradition, shall we?" He grins.

"I think that's a great idea." I nod, holding onto him, enjoying the way he is kissing me... all the way to the bedroom.

We definitely need to start our own traditions.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[4.55]

― pairing : Seungmin x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, wolf au, reader is a witch, soulmates, hard dom Seungmin, angst with a happy ending, medieval settings as always, if you think I quoted that iconic Ryan Atwood quote, yes, yes I did and I would do it again , unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.456

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Festivals in your hometown were always funny and entertaining, and you absolutely loved them. You spent the night among the villagers, chatting and sometimes joining the dances illuminated by the candlelights, and in a warm mid-summer night, that’s how you met him. Your bodies ungraciously crashed together during one of the dances, since both of you were distracted laughing with the momentary partner you both had assigned until you were supposed to spin around and change position.

«Who are you?» you timidly asked the tall, handsome boy who was securely holding your waist with his right hand, while his left one was gracefully placed on your elbow, his hold being the only thing preventing you from falling on the floor.

«Whoever you want me to be.» he answered, his eyes wide in stupor and a wide smile on his lips. If anybody else ever tried to use this kind of cheesy pick up line with you, you would have immediately rolled your eyes in annoyance, apologizing for crashing into him and then going back on your way, but there was something mesmerizing about the boy, his gentle smile and his soft eyes that made you giggle, a faint blush on your cheeks.

As if you were in a fairy-tale, the world around you shortly disappeared, before the boy asked you to dance with him. Needless to say, the answer was yes. You spent the whole night with the charming and mysterious boy, which introduced himself as Seungmin, and the more time passed, the more you did not want him to leave.

Both of you were seated on a small bench, far away from the crowded square and the main streets, enjoying each other’s company while sharing some sweets that Seungmin offered to buy. There was something hypnotic about him, and you could not understand what exactly it was. You were sure you were not under the effect of a love spell and it was not the first time you were alone with a boy, either, so, why did you felt like a young girl dealing with this first crush?

The timid and dim lights of dawn surprised both of you, which with a mutual blush realized that you sat there talking all night. Being the gentleman he is, Seungmin escorted you back home.

«I hope to see you again.» Seungmin said, and you nodded, heart hammering in your chest. Seungmin smiled, inching closer to place a short but sweet kiss on your cheek, before walking away.

One month later, you and Seungmin were officially a couple. Summer eventually started to give way to autumn, and you gave yourself to your boyfriend on a rainy, autumn evening.

That night, Seungmin made love to you until your legs kept shaking, his touch melting your skin and his kisses being the only grip on reality.

«Come on, be a good girl,» Seungmin mouthed against your throat, holding back a strained moan, his deep and hard thrusts overstimulating you once again, «I know you can come again.» his left hand reached out to lift your trembling thighs around his waist.

«Seungmin, I-» Closing your eyes as his name left your lips in a whimper, you clenched your jaw as your right hand buried itself in his soft brown hair, roughly pulling on it. «I can’t.»

«But you were the one who told me to ruin you,» Seungmin cooed, biting dark marks on your throat and your collarbones. «I want to make you cum until you can barely form any words, » in the brief moment your eyes met, you swore you saw his eyes flashing blue. «Until you can barely beg for me to let you come.» you threw your head back, the discomfort you had previously felt totally subdued to pleasure, the sinful movements of his hips along his voice giving you trouble to keep your breath steady. You came again not too far later, stuttering on your words as you begged for him to let you come, and as soon as you heard Seungmin’s affirmative response, you let go once again, the familiar sensation of your orgasm bringing you once again on cloud nine. Seungmin came few thrusts later, the bed harshly slamming against the wall as he buried himself inside you with a choked moan and his cheeks flushed pink.

«You did great,» Seungmin said, peppering your face with kisses, the dominant behaviour he showed until few moments earlier, now completely disappeared. You giggled, sneaking your arms around his neck using all the strength you had, and pulled him against your body. «Such a good girl for me.» he added, carefully rolling you around – his length still buried inside you, but now you were laying on top of him.

«Seungmin.» you groaned, on the verge of falling asleep. «Why, and I mean this whole heartedly, are you still hard?» Seungmin’s laughter caused you to move by inertia, and as sleep was about to take over you, you thought you heard Seungmin’s voice answering a soft «Must be the moon’s fault.»

Three months passed since the first night you and Seungmin met, and sometimes, you had the feeling the boy was hiding something from you. You never questioned him about it, you figured he would eventually come around; after all, he just discovered about you being a witch, so it was fair to give him his space and his time, you just needed to trust him. You had your fair shares of suspicions when his eyes would flash blue while he was being possessive and dominant while you were having sex, but you never voiced your thoughts.

“For all I know, he could be an incubus or a werewolf”, you thought. You learned to know Seungmin, despite his rough behaviour during sex, he was the sweetest boy you have ever met, and you knew that asking the right question at the wrong time could end up in him trying to go a little easier on you. Thing, which you absolutely did not want to happen.

During sex, Seungmin brought you to the verge of tears more than once, your lips were bruised due to the rough kissing and biting, and your legs were sore; despite this, you knew that the pleasure, the aftercare and the cuddles were absolutely worth any kind of pain.

«What are you thinking about? You’re blushing.» Seungmin said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear using his pinky finger. You both stopped in the crowded streets of the village, your date coming to an end since your boyfriend accepted to walk you around to buy herbs you needed.

«Nothing,» you sighed, noticing how Seungmin seemed to tense up all of a sudden. «I spaced out. Is everything okay?» you asked, noticing how he nervously looked at the crowd, as if looking for someone.

Seungmin nodded, «I forgot I promised to meet Chris,» he said, before sweetly pecking your lips. «You think you can get home by yourself?» You nodded at him, and he kissed you once again, the feeling of his lips lingering on yours even if you parted ways. You walked home with a happy heart and a smile on your lips, but sadly, your happiness turned out to be a fleeting feeling.

«Well, look who decided to come back home.» an unfamiliar voice said, and you immediately tensed up. Two boys around your age were waiting for your return in front of your front door: one was leaning against the brick wall next to the door, and the other was sitting on the small step in front of it, his chin casually placed on his palm. «I hope you had a wonderful day, sweetheart.» the seated boy stood up, and took a step towards you.

«Don’t move.» your eyes flashed golden in a silent spell to block his movement, and his jaw tensed immediately.

«Now, sweetheart, it would be nice if you didn’t get on my nerves.» the stranger said with a smile, which gave you an incredibly uneasy feeling. Despite him being handsome, there was something in his behaviour, which was definitely unsettling. You were too focused on him that you didn’t notice the smirk plastered on the other boy’s lips, which simply nodded his head with a scoff. While your spell was still active, you glanced at him, before the feeling of a short blade pressed against your jaw made you freeze. Stupidly, you didn’t consider them having any kind of back up. You deduced the boy must have pressed the blade a bit too harshly, since you felt the warm sensation of blood trailing down your throat.

«Oh, you hurt Seungmin’s pretty mate.» the boy you blocked spat, and your spell dissipate due to your sudden confusion at your boyfriend’s name being mentioned. He scoffed, pleased at how you were easily triggered, and nodded at the boy standing behind you.

Don’t hurt her any further,» he instructed, a smirk plastered on his face. «We can’t blackmail then with a dead mate.» a sharp pain in your neck made you stumble forward, and your senses were surrounded in darkness, falling in the stranger’s arms.

As soon as he parted from you, Seungmin quickly met Chris and the rest of the pack. «They’re here again,» Chris simply said, and Seungmin understood that he was referring to the nomad’s pack which occasionally intruded their territory. «Apparently, they want to settle down.» he scoffed, holding out a letter for everyone to see.

«What are we going to do?» Hyunjin questioned the alpha, and he shook his head in response.

«They’ll understand we’re not leaving this place, by hook or by crook.» Chris said, and the other nodded at him. They all grew fond of their territory – the woods, the village next to it, and no one wanted to leave.

Seungmin paled all of a sudden, and Changbin rushed at his side. Explaining his worry for you, they followed him back into the village, all the way to your house. Seungmin’s uneasiness grew each step he took, the possibility of something happening to you making his heart sink in his chest. He and the others stopped in their tracks in front of your house; the basket, which contained the herbs you and Seungmin bought, was on the floor, the herbs scattered on the driveway and blatantly trampled. What confirmed the fear squeezing his heart was your necklace, laying on the floor. Seungmin hesitantly kneeled to take it in his hands, the broken chain indicated that it had been torn and deliberately left as a warning.

«They took her.» Seungmin said, eyes flashing blue, about to let his wolf take control. Chris’ strong hold on his shoulder was what made him restrain from giving up to his instinct.

«We’ll get her back.» the alpha said, and Seungmin nodded, rage and regret filling up his heart.

“It’s my fault,” he thought, “I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

You woke up feeling cold; you hesitantly opened your eyes, a dark and minimal environment meeting your eyes.

“Am I in a dungeon?!” you thought, the previous events coming back to your mind; you jolted forward, immediately checking your clothes for any sign of things out of the ordinary. The loud shackling noise of the metal chains attached to your handcuffs did not go unnoticed, and you tried to free yourself with the help of your magic.

«Try as much as you want,» your head snapped up as you recognized the voice owner’s, which was looking at you with an amused smile on his face, sitting on a wooden chair turned backwards. «the handcuffs are enchanted, so your magic is pretty much useless.» he said, running a finger through his soft, brown hair. «Also, no one didn’t try anything, Seungmin’s scent lingering on you is disgusting.» You furrowed your brows, confusion evident on your face. The boy let out a surprised laugh. «He didn’t tell you?! You’re in for a big surprise then, sweetheart.» without adding anything else, he got up and left, whistling to a song you didn’t know, and immediately decided you didn’t like.

«Chris,» Seungmin said, rushing into the other’s cottage. «It’s been three days.» Chris sighed, acknowledging the other’s state: Seungmin looked like he hadn’t sleep since he found out you had been kidnapped, and knowing him, he probably did. «If you’re not coming up with a plan, I’m gonna go alone.» Seungmin spat, his kind and gentle gaze completely gone, subdued to angry and bright blue eyes.

Chris got up from his desk chair, and slowly made his way in front of his friend. «Seungmin,» his authoritative voice said, «I understand your concern, and I plan to do everything to save her,» Chris’ eyes flashed a bright red «but don’t challenge my authority.» Chris’ firm voice caused Seungmin immediately adverted his gaze, looking at the floor while harshly clenching his jaw, he sighed, and nodded; Chris hated using his status to make the pack follow his order, and he shortly felt bad for it, but he couldn’t let one of his bestfriend act when his actions would be clouded by his anger and furtherly put him in danger.

«Sweetheart, it’s already been so long,» the boy said, playing with your conception of time while harshly grabbing your chin with his right hand. «Will your mate ever come to get you?» he tilted your head, and dangerously inched closer to your lips. «Or shall I mark you as mine instead? He didn’t even mark you, what a coward.» he scoffed, his eyes glancing at your lips; despite your weak state, you managed to kick him in the stomach, using all your strength. He smirked to himself, before standing up and brushing the dust off his clothes. «If by the full moon they haven’t given up, your pretty mate will definitely have an unpleasant surprise.» he said, before walking away while whistling that obnoxious song.

If you had to be honest, you completely lost perception of time: they kept you in a mostly dark room, so you couldn’t tell when the day took the place of the night and vice versa. Despite their harsh and obnoxious attitude, they still gave you the essential amount of food and water a human being could need, you simply decided not to eat and kick the tray away occasionally, out of spite.

Deep in your heart, you knew that Seungmin would have come for you, but sometimes, the boy that kidnapped you managed to get under your skin until the point where you started to doubt it. You didn’t even know how many of there were beside him, since the only boys you saw in the face were him and the other one who was lying against the wall back then, so you didn’t do anything; you were left there, alone with your thoughts.

You felt guilty for having doubted about Seungmin – probably, few days later. With your eyes lost somewhere in the ceiling, your head was resting against the wall, as the boy was still trying to convince you that your “pretty mate” would have never come to get you, almost getting under your skin once again, when the wooden door of the chamber slammed open, and seven unfamiliar faces barged in, followed by Seungmin. You immediately lifted your head from the wall in surprise, your heart immediately feeling lighter as your eyes briefly met.

Seungmin’s eyes were still a bright blue, and he roughly yanked the boy up to the chair and slammed him against the wall; Seungmin was holding him by the throat, and you could see claws on his hands; you thought you must having hallucinations due to your lack of food. You didn’t have time to investigate any further, or try to recognize his friend’s faces, as one of them immediately kneeled in front of you, occupying part of your sight.

«Hi! I’m Jisung,» he said, a friendly smile on his face. «I’m Hyunjin!» another one said, intentionally kneeling behind Jisung and hugging his shoulders, so that now they both completely prevented you from seeing Seungmin. «And he’s Jeongin,» he pointed to a boy which kneeled next to you as well, offering you a gentle smile. «We’re Seungmin’s family, so you’re safe now.» Hyunjin said, a smile on his pretty lips, and you tried with all your might to ignore the traces of blood the three of them had on his clothes, or on their faces.

«I’m really sorry,» Jeongin’s sweet voice said, and you looked at him, confused. «But it’s better if you don’t hear, either.» you furrowed your brows as his gentle hands covered your ears, shielding them from any noise. Your eyes flew towards Seungmin’s direction, and you distinctly saw him turning into a wolf. Hyunjin reached out to cover your eyes, but your mind must have decided that during these days, you endured too much.

Feeling safe, you let darkness surround your senses.

You woke up with the feeling of a hand gently running through your hair; your eyes snapped open, and fear shortly paralyzed your body. Seungmin’s startled gaze met yours, and you gradually relaxed, looking around to take in your surroundings, pleased with the fact that you were finally home. You closed your eyes once again, and Seungmin kept caressing your hair, your cheeks, and your nose. Tentatively, you reached out to hold Seungmin’s other hand, which was pressed flat on the mattress.

«I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were a werewolf,» you whispered, your throat burning due to the lack of talking in the past days.

«To be fair, when we first met, I said I was a dog person.» Seungmin innocently smiled at you, shrugging.

«Oh my God» you groaned, hiding a smile behind your hands which now both covered your face.

«How angry are you on a scale from one to ten?» Seungmin mumbled, and the guilt that transpared from his tone made your heart clench.

«A solid one and a half.» you answered with a sigh, asking him to help you move so that he could lay down next to you. You thanked Seungmin for having bathed you and cleaned you up, and you weakly cuddled up to him.

«I’m so sorry,» he mumbled in your hair, and with a strained whine you turned on your side, so that you could hug me closer.

«It’s not your fault, Seungmin.» you said, and the sudden, loud rumbling of your stomach interrupted anything Seungmin was about to say.

«Let’s go,» Seungmin kissed the top of your head before escaping your grip around his waist, helping you to get up from the bed. «I’ll make you something to eat.»

«Then I take that back, I’m not angry anymore.» you joked, silently thanking Seungmin for having picked you up instead of making you walk all the way to the kitchen.

With a full stomach, you definitely felt better; you stretched your limbs, still feeling a bit sore, but you felt better than you thought.

«He said that you didn’t mark me, what does it mean?» you saw Seungmin eyes flash blue with irritation at the mention of the boy, before his gentle smile returned; he quietly explained everything to you, the special meaning that marking his mate holds for a wolf, and the inevitable stronger bond that grows between the wolf and his mate.

«Generally, we mate during the full moon,» he explained.

«So cliché,» you answered with a smile, getting up from your chair, pleased with the fact that you weren’t dizzy anymore. «When is going to be the next full moon? I lost track of days back there.»

«Tonight.» Seungmin answered, furrowing his brows in confusion at your question. You nodded, clapping your hands twice and urging him to get up.

«Come on, pretty boy, we have a mating ritual to complete.» you said, holding Seungmin’s hand and leading him to your room.

«You’ve just been kidnapped, and you’re still weak!» Seungmin said, as you lightly pushed his chest, so that he was sitting on the edge of your bed. «You know I tend to be rough-» with a finger on his lips, you silenced your boyfriend and sat on his lap, Seungmin’s arms loosely wrap themselves around your waist.

«I want to be your mate,» you said, pressing your forehead against his, Seungmin’s eyes appearing even bigger from that angulation.

«And I love you.»

«Are you sure?» Seungmin asked once again, and as you nodded, he leaned up to briefly kiss your lips. «I love you, too.» he said, re-adjusting your positions on the bed so that you laid under him, the dim light of the full moon illuminating your bedroom through your window.

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[moonfromearth]

~ Happy Simblr Gratitude Day! ~

I didn't realize how much I had to say thank you for until I started working on this post. It's all probably going to be incredibly cheesy but in the few years I've been on here there have been so many things that I'm grateful for. When I joined a whole two years ago now (wow it went so fast!) I was incredibly lonely, shy, and very socially anxious. Despite still being all of those things being here has introduced me to a whole community that was more kind and caring than I could have ever hoped to find 😊

Soooo on to some shout outs...

To Many of the Simblrs I've Loved Before: To call out as many people as I can making awesome content... @oswanily, @resurrectonomitron, @p1x1e-simsm, @pixelnrd, @bastardtrait, @servegrilledcheese, @sojutrait, @gloomlet, @saltybluffs, @sonicblooms, @simmingonthelow, @papiermaker, @wildmelon, @rebouks, @neighborhoodstories, @seokolat, @heartblobs, @deathbypufferfish, @simelune, @d4isywhims, @carousel-of-sims, @lovecidik, @noeyinthemist, @windslar, @dreamlandiasims, @buglaur, @thebramblewood, @aheathen-conceivably, @loveryss, @druidberries, @kashisun, @rainymoodlet, @sasaofastora, @come-hell-or-high-water, @panicsimss, and @simsandgiggles. You're all so amazing! 🥰

To the Sims Groups: I joined several Discord servers this year and I'm not very good at it, and I'll try to be more active next year, but I've appreciated the communities you've built and I got to find a lot of new blogs and awesome people because of it, so thank you @nexility-sims @thewoodslegacy @300yearschallenge @simstrashkingdom @crownsofesha @lynzishell @sirianasims @salemssimblr @simlishpiadina and @buttertrait.

To Some of my First Followers: I've never gotten a chance to thank some of the people who've been following my posts since the beginning. You made me want to keep creating while also being talented creators yourselves! I'll never forget seeing that such talented people thought my posts were worthy of liking, so thank you @lalunebleue @akitasimblr and @minty-plumbob for always being here.

To Everyone Who Interacted with My Blog In Any Way: Thank you for every ask, like, comment, reblog, everything. Even if it was only on one post it made me incredibly happy and I'm so grateful you took the time to look at my sims. 😊

I'm sure I forgot some people (and tumblr limited my tags so I ran out of room), so, to anyone I forgot/didn't get to mention, thank you so so much and to anyone who might not have gotten a mention today you are beloved as well and your presence in the community is still seen.

I'd also like to give a final thank you to @armoricaroyalty for setting up Simblr Gratitude day! It's been such a wholesome day so thank you and know that you're amazing as well~!

I could say so much more about everyone I mentioned but it's already gotten really long 😅. Know that you're all so insanely talented and I'll never not feel lucky to be a part of this community.

Thank you~ ❤️

[lambertdiary]

hi girl! you're my favorite dalton lambert writer i love your blog sm!! can i plz request a cute fic where dalton and reader are excited about halloween in their off-campus home? maybe not a part two but it does take place in that same universe and reader is kinda excited to buy candy for the kids on their street and dalton thinks its really cute and then he tells her that halloween wasn't as exciting after his coma and y/n feels bad for him so she wants to make it up to him?

sorry if its too specific but thank youu ily

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A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST. I loved writing it so much and I do have to say I got a little carried away with the idea,  so if this is too cheesy that’s why. Anyway thank you so so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this so please let me know what you think 🫶🏻🤍

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of having kids, EXTREMELY CHEESY, fluff, mentions of Dalton’s coma

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Home Sweet Treats 

One chilly October evening Y/N and Dalton found themselves roaming around one of the local thrift shops looking for Halloween decorations. As soon as the calendar turned to October 1st, they excitedly declared that it was officially ‘spooky season’, but it was especially Y/N who couldn't wait to celebrate their first Halloween in their home. 

“What do you think about this one? Is it too spooky for the kids?” Dalton held up an old looking halloween mask, a big notorious rip at the top.

Y/N stared at it for a moment, trying to picture how it would look outside their house “I think it’s kinda lame”

Dalton scoffed, his eyebrows coming together as he scanned it again “I think it would look okay, we can make him wear a hat to hide the ripped part” Y/N didn’t look too convinced so Dalton put the mask on slowly and held his breath almost immediately, it was an old mask “See? It doesn’t look too bad when it’s over something”

Y/N giggled at this, walking towards him and taking the mask off “Let’s keep it for now in case we can’t find anything else” 

They had spent their weekend exploring every Halloween store they could find, but decorations were a little more expensive than they initially thought so that’s why they ended up scouring thrift shops. They were also planning on picking out a couple of pumpkins from the nearby pumpkin patch and brainstorming costume ideas for the so awaited Halloween party Chris couldn’t stop talking about. But there was one thing that they were the most excited for: buying sweets for the little trick-or-treaters.

Y/N had some fond memories of dressing up and going to every house asking for treats and they were determined to create something memorable for the kids in their neighbourhood, so the spooky decorations outside had to be perfect if she wanted it to be the full experience, and when she shared her idea with Dalton he couldn’t help but love her even more.

A couple of Sundays before the big day, they decided to take the entire day to pick out a couple of pumpkins and carve them. Their trip to the pumpkin patch was quick but a little intense, it was hard to find the ones that were big and steady enough since it was filled with kids and their parents who were looking for the same thing, but once they secured their pumpkins they made their way back to their home.

“So I’ve never actually done this so you’re gonna have to help me” Dalton said with a soft chuckle, laying the pumpkin carving tools on the living room floor.

“Never?” Y/N looked at him in disbelief as Dalton shook his head.

“At least not on my own, when I was a kid my parents used to help us do it but after… you know, my coma, Halloween wasn’t the same”

Y/N came up to him and softly placed a hand on his cheek “I’m sorry to hear that, baby”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I missed out on the Halloween experience, at least I get to do it with you” He replied with a smile.

Y/N nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips “Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect” She whispered.

They sat next to each other so that Y/N could walk him through the entire process, giving him the steadier pumpkin so it would be a little easier for him.

“We’ll start by cutting out a lid” She grabbed a serrated knife and carefully pushed it into the pumpkin “Make sure you do it with an angle though, otherwise it will fall into it” Dalton was paying close attention to her as she went around the top of the pumpkin, taking his own knife to start with the process “Your lid should be bigger than mine, you hand has to fit inside the whole to take the seeds and pulp out” 

Dalton nodded and did as she said, smiling when the top of the pumpkin came out in a perfect circle. They proceeded to scoop the insides of the pumpkin with a spoon over a plastic bag to avoid making a mess, putting everything in a bowl to try and make a recipe Y/N’s mum had sent her. 

“Do you know what design you want to do?”

“Uh-” Dalton stopped and pulled out his phone, and after a moment he showed her his screen.

“Jack Skellington and Sally? I can barely make a regular face”

“Is it too hard?” Dalton was genuinely asking, he thought it was just like drawing something.

“Well… drawing isn’t the hard part, but we do have to carve it into the pumpkin and that can be a little tricky” Y/N took Dalton’s phone and zoomed into the pumpkins, analysing them closely “There are a lot of tiny details”

“We have the smaller detail sculpting from the carving kit, I think we can make it”

She looked up at him, he had a big smile and hopeful eyes, most likely waiting for Y/N to say yes. She sighed as she gave him back his phone “I’m sure you’ll do great, you’re an artist after all, but you’ll draw mine”

Dalton’s smile grew bigger. He excitedly drew on both pumpkins their respective designs, biting his tongue in concentration as his eyes focused on it. Y/N was right, he did a great job and both pumpkins looked amazing, now all they had to do was actually carve it.

That took a little longer than Y/N had anticipated, since she had never done such detailed faces but she was extremely happy at how they ended up looking, they were identical to the reference photo Dalton had shown her.

“You did fantastic, love” She said, hugging his side.

“We should do this every year” He hugged her back and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist “It could be our very own halloween tradition, we’ll buy the biggest pumpkins and our kids will learn how to-” He said that without even thinking, stopping as soon as he realised. Y/N looked up at him immediately, a smile forming on her face and noticing how his face was going red “Sorry-”

“I think they’ll love it” She interrupted him “And you will be a fantastic pumpkin carving guide” Y/N stood on her tiptoes and placed both hands on his shoulder blades, kissing him softly. Dalton smiled into the kiss, his eyes filling with tears as he thought of his future with her.

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Halloween was just around the corner, it was the weekend before and Y/N and Dalton set out to buy all the sweets they would need to satisfy the little trick-or-treaters in their neighbourhood. Y/N walked through the shop’s hallways as Dalton followed her around with a shopping cart. They filled it with a mixture of chocolates, gummies, lollipops, and other sweets she thought the kids would love and a few others for them to keep.

"You two are going to be the most popular house on Halloween night!" The cashier smiled at them as she scanned everything they were buying, making Y/N and Dalton blush.

Back at their home they were finishing up with their decorations. It was pretty much done and it was already looking great, including the old mask they got a few weeks ago, but Y/N found a big skeleton that would be perfect to hold their sweets. They had everything ready, including their matching costumes for the Halloween party which was a good thing since the days seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, Halloween had arrived.

The plan was to meet Chris back on campus at 8:00 PM, giving them enough time to hand out sweets to at least a few kids before they had to leave. They were getting ready in advance, Y/N had told Dalton how much she loved it when someone in a costume opened the door for them, even though she doubted the kids would know who Ghostface and Casey Baker were.

As the sun began to set, children in all sorts of costumes began to trickle into their neighbourhood and soon enough the first group of kids were ringing on their door bell.

“Quick, should I keep the mask on or off?” Dalton asked, holding the mask next to his face.

“Definitely on, otherwise they’ll think a black long robe is your costume” He nodded and put it on, following Y/N as she made her way to the front door.

“Trick or tick” Four kids said at the same time as soon as they opened the door, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they noticed Dalton’s costume. 

“What do we have here?” Y/N said, taking a handful of sweets and dumping them into their tiny baskets “A fairy, a princess, a witch and a ghost!” “Are you a ghost too?” The little ghost asked Dalton. “Yes, but a cold one, that’s why I’m wearing a robe” He replied, making the kids laugh.

“What do we say?” A woman behind them talked.

“Thank you” They said in unisound, waving them goodbye and leaving their front door.

After that more and more kids started showing up at their door, and Y/N couldn’t be happier. They chatted with the parents, admired the creativity of the costumes, and shared stories of their own Halloween experiences.

Sadly the time for them to leave came, so they placed the remaining sweets in a big decorated bowl outside their door, next to the skeleton. 

“Thank you for doing this with me” Y/N said as Dalton locked their door and took her hand.

“It was my pleasure” He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss “I think this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had, and that’s thanks to you, darling”

Y/N blushed at the pet name, she was used to them by now but it always made her feel some type of way “I wanted you to have good Halloween, and hopefully next year will be better”

 "Well I can't wait to do it all over again with you"

[drchenquill]

Writer Questionnaire~

Thank you @the-golden-comet , @kaylinalexanderbooks and @the-letterbox-archives for the tag!

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

I think a couple of months.

what led you to create it?

I wanted to find a place to share and talk about my stories and OCs and meet other creative minds.

what’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

The support. The overflowing creativity that inspires me to keep writing and the lovely people I've met so far.

what’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

That I appreciate every type of interaction, really. Even if you want to reach out to ramble about your stories, I always welcome it. ( Although I won't do the first step because I'm socially anxious and awkward)

is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I like my dash how it is, but I would love more positivity, any kind of positivity. People need to know that they are loved and appreciated, because everyone is.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I'm currently writing on a WIP called "Daisy." It's a werewolf romance story with some drama sprinkled in.

how long have you been working on them?

God, I don't know. Long? I often forget because I work on others in between so I lose track on when I started what.

do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

It was born in my "Wattpad-werewolf-story" era. (I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I basically inhaled those type of stories)

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

A lot.

when someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

I usually say I write fantasy-romance, which is just the tip of the iceberg. I don't usually talk about what I write outside of Tumblr, other than my family, and they know exactly what I write about. (I basically force it down their throat)

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oof, my OC list is way too long for this. I'm just going to mention the ones I mentioned here more often:

Leon Martens - Kilian - Margaret Robins - Kiki - Azul - Sophie

who’s the most unhinged?

Okay, I think it would be Atlas. I never, ever, mentioned him, but he is bat shit crazy. One of the first scenes of his story, he jumps from one moving car to another, laughing like a maniac. But right after him comes Azul.

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

I think Azul.

do you ever cringe at them?

Yeah, sometimes I write some cheesy sentences and cringe a bit, but I love it~

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

NONE. These bastards don't care what I have planned for them, they just do what they please.

do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

I love, love, love, love getting questions about my babies. In any shape or form.

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I follow based on vibes, I think. But mostly because I'm very much interested in the stories.

what makes you decide against following?

Easy, if I feel like they are a bad person or if our morals don't align.

do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not that often.

do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

YES! A LOT! Some honorable mentions: Dr. Tievis, brought to life by the lovely @finickyfelix (he is a little meow meow. I know he wants to fuck monsters, but nobody is perfect.) Vesperine by another lovely person @theink-stainedfolk (she is beauty, she is grace) Marsh by yet another lovely person @paeliae-occasionally (I know he kills a lot, but I don't judge a man by his hobbies) and recently I've wanted to adopt Tenshi by the lovely @the-golden-comet (but I was told someone was faster)

This is just the top, there are so many more because you lovely people have such a beautiful and creative minds that you always amaze me with your creations.

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Thank you for reading this far. I love you~ (very platonically but very affectionately)

Tagging for this with no pressure @theink-stainedfolk , @finickyfelix , @thecomfywriter , @paeliae-occasionally , @davycoquette , @oliolioxenfreewrites open tag~