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[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕  — 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ shao lisheng 9948e x fem!reader ꒱ after a long day of spoiling you for your birthday, liseng decides to give you one final gift

˖ ࣪ ଓ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔◞ sexual content ღ fembod ღ rough fucking ღ dirty talk ღ 'slut' name ღ explicit language ღ riding ღ biting ღ overstimuation ღ unprotected sex ღ creampie ღ light degradation ღ 1.2k

˖ ࣪ ଓ 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒔◞ this is for my darling @kiatheinsomniac 's birthday! happy birthday love, hope you enjoy<3

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“Long day, huh?” 

A chuckle leaves the kitsune, dark tails swishing in delight as you fall atop his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. Whining and nuzzling into his shoulder while his clawed hand comes up to cup the back of your head. A long day indeed, one of fun and spoils all thanks to your lover. 

Red nails trace along your back in an affectionate manner, brushing a variety of patterns as he eases your limp form. “Awww, poor, poor girl,” he tuts in that honeyed tone of his. One of his fluffy tails curls around your waist to hoist you closer and allows you to breathe in his floral perfumes. As sweet as his voice, well, apart from the undertone your ears, prone to all his trickery, were picking up on. 

Yet for the moment you decide to push those thoughts away and instead enjoy the warm embrace of your yokai boyfriend. He has always been quite the snuggler — and after a long day of walking and surprises, it was all that you needed. 

“Hmm,”

His hum leaves your brow arching, but just before you could even so much as question him — the kiss to your ear and the whisper that follows answers all of your questions.

“How about one more surprise?” 

                               

  . ˚◞♡ ◞ ₊˚

It seems that the spoils had yet to come to an end, for as Lisheng claimed — you still had until midnight before your birthday was over. Oh, and he intended to use those last remaining hours to his fullest advantage in the giving of his final gift. One that brought a series of whimpers and spluttered moans from your parted mouth. Lips now smudged with the lipstick he had bought you earlier as he presses hungry kiss after kiss. Swallowing your moans just as your tight cunt swallows his pounding cock. 

“Mmn, that’s it — that’s it pretty girl,” those red nails flush your skin as he grips your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to bounce you within his lap. He had not even bothered undressing you out of the outfit he gifted you; all he did was hoist your underwear to the side and delve right in. 

“Taking my cock so well - fuck - look at that mess. . . ”

Amber eyes flutter down to the puddle between your legs, to the way your skirt hikes and clings onto your moist flesh. A clawed hand lands a firm spank to your partially exposed thigh, before squeezing it and holding you in place. All so he can fuck up into your quivering, squirting heat whilst you could barely thrash against him. 

“Making such a mess all over the clothes I got you huh? Look at that, mngh. . . only care about cumming around my cock yeah? Yeah? Oh I know sweetheart, I knoowww,” Lisheng’s drawl drips with all that same honey as his hold on your jaw forces your gaze down to the onslaught between his legs. To the ring of cream around the base of his cock as you squeeze and take him in like you always do. “See that? See how she takes me? Hah. . . birthday girl’s still such a slut f’me.”

His typical clear words and poetic tongue are nowhere in sight. All that spews from his red lips are slews of filth, degradation and praise becoming one as he bounces you along his pulsing cock. Wet slapping mixing with your pathetic pleas and his slurred voice muffled by his kisses to your neck. He has long since painted your skin in bite marks, ones that he runs his long tongue over and delights when you whine at him. 

In response, Lisheng grips onto your hair and yanks it back, free hand running behind to spank your ass and press your cunt fully onto him. Forcing you to take all of him and enhance your high-pitched whines. “L-Li —” you try to plea amongst your spluttered cries and noises. Lashes wet with tears that drip down your face and ruin your makeup. Yet all the kitsune does is lean in, lap at the moisture and hold your head firm. 

“Words, my pretty slut.” 

A particularly harsh thrust is angled to that one spot that makes your back arch and toes curl. “Mm. . . Use your words. Come on.” Wet kisses trail up your neck before sharp teeth nip at your flushed earlobe. “Or am I gonna have to fuck you ‘till you cannot even use your voice? Hmm? Oh I-I’m sure you’d love that.” His grunt turns into a few more as he abandons his hand on your head to instead grip at your waist with both. Nails digging in just as yours rakes down his shoulders. He clings to your soft flesh with a great amount of strength as he moves your body in time with his thrusts and tempered grinds. Creating an oh so intense series of motions that has your head spinning and eyes rolling back. 

“B-Baby - please hngh,” you sob, limping over him. “C-Can’t — I-I can’t it’s. . . s’too much,” you manage to squeal amongst his onslaught of rough-fucking. 

“I know sweetheart, I know,” another grunt as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Lips pressed into your skin to muffle his own whimpers and loud moans. “One more okay? J-Just wanna feel this perfect cunt cum around me one more time.” His pants fan your flesh and he focuses his thrusts into one spot, limping your body from the tidal waves of pleasure and overstimulation crashing upon you. 

You squeeze around him — drawing his hiss into the air as you cling onto him for dear life. Eyes fluttering, breaths bated as you whine, gasp, whimper his name out. All as you are brought higher - and higher — until the final slam of the head of his cock against your sweet spot leaves you reeling, squirming,

“L-Lisheng - Lisheng! B-Baby ah - anghh,”

and sobbing his name out as you squirt around him for the fourth time that night. 

It is only then that his movements slow. Easing into a gentle grind of hips as he rides out your orgasm and cradles your twitching body riddled with overstimulation. All until his motions come to a complete standstill and he strokes a gentle hand along your face. Catching his breath from his own load that he had shot into you, that squeezes past his length still buried deep and dribbles into the puddle upon the sheets. 

“That’s it, thaatt’s itt. . . good girl.” Lisheng’s croon comes with a deep lull in your ear as he slowly slides out of you, shuddering at the loss of warmth — yet chuckling at your desperate little whine. “That a whine I hear? What happened to ‘ah, ahh Lisheng baby it’s too much’?” 

Your light smack to his chest vibrates another chuckle from it as he hoists you nearer and presses a few affectionate kisses along your face. Fluffy tails wrap around you, just as his strong arms do when he lifts you up into his hold and cradles you to the bathroom for an extended session of warm baths and body rubs. All while whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling into the side of your face. 

“My pretty, pretty birthday girl. I do hope you enjoyed your special day.”

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ꨄCherry Chapstickꨄ

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff 💕

You rummaged through the different products in your makeup bag, searching for your favorite cherry chapstick.

All of a sudden, you hear Simon enter the house after going out to run errands. So you called out to him, hoping he’d know where it is.

“𝐒𝐢! 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭?”

Footsteps echoed through the hallway, and soon you heard Simon enter, him taking off his jacket and placing it back into the closet.

He then walked up behind you, grabbing your chin and turning it to face him.

To your confusion, Simon didn’t answer your question but instead pressed his lips to yours gently put firmly. Then you knew why.

As he kissed you, you could taste your cherry chapstick on his lips.

He pulled away, a smirk on his face at your bewildered expression.

“𝐘' 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞?”

You raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips.

“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤?”

He pulled you close, picking you up, your legs now straddling his waist.

“'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

You huffed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥! 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚-“

Simon cut you off by kissing you again, the taste of the cherry chapstick on his lips.

~

Note: AHHH YALL I NEED A CHERRY CHAPSTICK SIMON IN MY LIFE ☹️

[sharkie-ds]

🟢Isekai Bride🟢

🟢:This was based on @teasnarker92 fanfic-btw it’s really good

🟢:The Isekai Bride of Skeletons

🦈D: my name is ———- Nirmala but you can call me lady d it’s a pleasure to meet you

🧩Aster: well lady d my name is Aster serif and the pleasure is all mine (kisses hand )

[ghosts-post]

Yan alien time!

-He’s a huge softy and cry baby. He just wants his darling to be happy and to make sure he isn’t a burden. He uses he/they pronouns and his name is Aster!

-He’s small only 5’0 and he uses his height to his advantage and by that I mean he will demand to be picked up and sit in your lap plus lots of hugs. If you refuse he’ll start to tear up but won’t argue he doesn’t want to upset you.

-He’s got light green round eyes and freckles/spots all over his body but mainly on his cheeks. His hair is medium to short length but choppy and messy mostly because he’s not used to caring for his body/hair and does his own haircuts because long hair makes him uncomfortable. He’s relatively slender and weak looking which he uses to his advantage when talking to people or pulling you away from social situations.

-VERY easily scared as mentioned in his Halloween post, new things are terrifying and he’s surrounded by new things all the time so you can’t leave him! He needs you to feel brave and safe!

-When he sees you doing chores, work, or cook he will try to copy you to help around the house and impress you but becomes extremely anxious when he knows he did something wrong even if you aren’t upset with him.

[inkluvs]

IVES IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

could I possibly get smth abt steve celebrating your birthday w you please rahhh maybe he does smth cute for it, I’ll leave that up to you teehee

have a lovely day bae <3

many moons ago

a/n: ok i wrote this really quickly so i'm not exactly sure how i feel about this? queueing it before i can overthink but happy (belated when this posts) birthday bae i love uuu <3 tw: food ; steve is a morning person ; one line that mentions sleep deprivation ? (0.3k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Sunlight pours in from the sliver between the blinds and the windowsill, just enough to have you blinking rapidly as you try to turn around in search of your boyfriend. He isn’t there. You run through the reasons in your mind: He might have work, picked up a weekend shift, and forgotten to tell you. He might’ve gotten started on breakfast, which would explain the smell that’s starting to waft into the room. Or maybe there’s an occasion you’d forgotten. 

It’s your birthday, is what you’re forgetting. Ridiculously late nights that pour into early mornings dismembered your sense of time altogether. For all you know, it could very well still be new years. 

You drift in and out of sleep for the next hour and a half, only stirring awake when the door hinges creak as it swings open. Steve’s soft like this, you think, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, apron tied ‘round his waist and neck as he walks in with two plates. 

You smile into your pillow as he sets down the food on your nightstand, the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric reaching your ears as he unties the apron. Your bedsheets rustle as you turn to face him, your arms reaching out to pull him close.

“Mornin’ pretty,” He murmurs, words pressed tight against your neck.

“Morning,” you hum. “What’s the occasion?”

Steve’s never been that great of a storyteller, constantly getting distracted by little details and branching off when you give him input, but that didn’t always stop him.

“Many many moons ago,” he starts smoothing his thumb over the slope of your cheek, “on this exact morning,” he pauses, “you were born in the morning right?” You nod and his voice drops to a dramatic whisper, “You were born.” He dots a kiss against your hairline and your cheeks split in a grin.

“That’s what it was.” You realize, eyeing your breakfast with fervor.

He hums, “Happy birthday honey.”

[seb-reads31]

Request - None, I got random inspiration✨

Tw’s - None, unless if you count crying but they’re happy tears <33

Genre - Fluff

Comments - I got random inspiration like, a month ago?? And just no finished it. It is currently 3 minutes past midnight as I type this. So please enjoy my suffering 🥲

Confessions

Today was like any other day in your college classes, being absolutely bored out of your mind, listening to the teacher ramble on about something… cells you think? Who knows, the only thing you know was that you were on the verge of a well deserved nap…

That was until there was a hand on your shoulder, lightly shaking you. You startled awake and turned to the owner of the hand. And when you did, you came face to face with an equally startled Aster, the shyest boy in the class. How you two became friends was a mystery to the rest of your classmates, and sometimes, even to you. But you don’t regret it for a second.

In the middle of the first semester, a new student, Aster, joined your class. He was incredibly shy, never talking to anyone, choosing the only empty desk in the class in the very very back of the class, alone. If someone did try talking to him, he would stutter out an excuse, pretend to not hear you and speed walk away, and would even sit in the library during lunch to avoid people. You noticed a lot of things about Aster just by watching him, he had piqued your interest after all.

The things you noticed weren’t too surprising. First off, he either didn’t have any friends on campus, or just didn’t have any at all, making you feel sorry for him. Second, he hated being touched by anyone. He would always flinch away from people coming too close to him, and even waited in classes long enough for the halls to empty a bit before going to his next class. And finally, he didn’t socialize, (shocker, huh?). And after watching Aster carefully for a month or so, you decided to try and be his friend!

..Which is easier said than done. He would always walk away from you whenever you tried to talk to him, which made you frustrated, but even more determined to befriend him. It finally happened when you decided to follow him to the library for lunch, and asked if you could sit with him during lunch. And ever since that day, you’ve been friends.

And today, you two were gonna have lunch in the library like normal, but you had a surprise for Aster. Today, you were going to confess your growing feeling for the shy raven haired boy. How you might ask? Well, you had been planing this for about a week, and finally decided to make Aster cookies, put them in a nice bag with a note to give to Aster in the library, knowing how shy he can be around a lot of people.

You snapped out of your thoughts of how you were going to confess to Aster when he stuttered out something. “I.. uh.. s-sorry.. I d-didn’t mean t-to..” He said, looking away, quickly pulling his hand away from you, bringing it to his chest. You shake your head, giving him a soft smile before responding, “No no, you’re fine Aster. All you did was startle me.” You had to say it gently, reassuringly to make sure he didn’t overthink and get stuck in his head.

Aster looks surprised when you reassure him, and gives you a look of wonder. His cheeks start to turn a soft pink color, his eyes wide when he looks at you. You nod, silently hoping that Aster wasn’t doubting himself like he used to do at the beginning of your friendship, and believed you.

You suddenly remembered about your plans to eat lunch in the library, and wanted to double check with him. “Oh yeah! Are we still going to eat lunch in the library?” Aster hesitates to respond, almost in awe of your attitude towards him. Once he finishes his hesitation, he gives a quiet nod, then gives you a soft smile that makes your heart melt without fail. “Y-Yeah, we are..” When he responds, there’s a hint of nervousness in his voice and body language, showing that he’s still worried that he’ll do something that’ll make you angry, or dislike him. But you give him a reassuring smile, so warm and full of kindness.. “Great! I’m excited!” You tell him, both showing how excited you were, but not too much so you don’t spook him. Aster smiles, feeling at ease thanks to your eagerness. It even gives him confidence, despite his normally shy demeanor.

“I’m a little excited too..” He says quietly, but the happiness in his voice still shown.

~At the end of class~

Once the bell rings, signaling the end of class and the beginning of lunch, you pack up your stuff, and wait for Aster to be ready to leave the room. Aster walks up to you once he’s done packing his stuff up. “Ready to go?” You ask, wanting to make sure Aster was ready before just leaving. And he was surprised when you did, instead of just deciding for him. “I’m… Well, I’m ready.” He says, and starts to walk alongside you. “The library, right?” You nod, “Yep, and~ I got a little surprise for you!~” you pull out a small decorative bag and show it to Aster.

Aster’s eyebrows raise curiously, eyes wide as he stares at the mysterious bag. “What is it?” He sounds nervous when he asks, not used to getting presents. But if it’s from you, he’ll appreciate it, whatever it is. “You’ll just have to wait until we get to the library to find out!” You exclaim, there’s a pep in your step now, adoring the curiosity in Aster’s face.

Aster smiles at your joy. Even though he may be anxious about what’s inside of the mysterious decorative bag, it was an enjoyable thought to him.

As you two walk to the library, there’s a silence around you, a comfortable one, leaving Aster with a small smile on his face. “I hope I like it,” Aster spoke again, making an effort to keep the conversation going. Although he’s quiet about it, he’s trying, for you.

“I hope so too, I spent a couple of days thinking about this, and only decided on one idea yesterday..” You admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck with the hand that wasn’t holding your gift to Aster.

Aster was surprised at how long you had planned this little gift for him, but was flattered at the same time. He wasn’t used to it. And he wanted to pay the favor back, but wasn’t sure how to. The best thing Aster could think of at the moment was to try and express how much it meant to him. “Thank you, truly. That means a lot to me, no one has ever spent that much time on a present for me.” You could hear the gratitude in his voice, as clear as day.

You blushed at how sweet Aster was about his gratitude, but look away before he can see it. “Gee… now I’m really anxious for you to open it,” you muttered under your breath, just as you both reach the doors to the library.

“Don’t be.” Aster said quickly, reassuringly. Your comment about being anxious made his heart beat faster, still not used to people caring about him. “I’m sure I’ll love it. The thought alone makes me love it already.” He smiled warmly at you, giving you even more reassurance than before with that smile and his kind words.

You blush again, deeper this time, not once expecting Aster to hear your muttering. But you smile anyways, walking towards your usual table on the corner of the library, and sit down with Aster taking the chair across from you.

Aster is smiling a bit from the light pink color of your cheeks. He feels more at ease seeing you smile, your happiness spreading to him, making him less anxious. “You have no idea, how much you mean to me,” Aster says quietly, his face lightening up with a small smile of his own. He always seems to have a calm and relaxed demeanor when he’s around you. “I’m very lucky to be allowed to call you my friend.”

Your blush grows impossibly deeper. You look away quickly, and slide the mystery bag over to Aster. “H-here… I uh, hope you like them…” Aster opened the bag to reveal chocolate chip cookies. They were cooked long enough to not fall apart in your hands, but not too long for them to still be soft and melt in your mouth deliciously.

When Aster saw what was in the bag, a huge smile lit up his face. “You baked these?” He asked, looking even more excited than before. The cookies were perfect, Aster wasn’t sure if he wanted to eat the cookies or stare at them in awe forever. “They look great!”

You nodded, smiling shyly at the praise, then remember that there was something else in the bag Aster had yet to take notice of. “There’s a, um… a n-note in the bag..” The mentioning of the note surprised Aster, his face lightening up even more. “You wrote a note as well? You’re so sweet!” He seems so genuinely surprised, but also touched that you did all of this for him. Aster reaches into the bag and pulls out the note carefully.

“Can I read it?” He asked softly, wondering what was in the note. You nodded, looking away as he opened the note, reading this:

”Aster, since the moment I laid eyes on you, there was something about you that drew me in. I remember the day I walked up to you and we started talking as if it were yesterday. That moment was the start of an amazing friendship, (in my very humble opinion at least.) But lately, I felt my feelings for you… changing…. not in a bad way though. But I think I.. like you, Aster… But it’s completely fine if you don’t feel the same way! I just.. wanted to tell you how I felt…”

Aster was quiet for a moment as he reads the note, his cheeks turning pink as his eyes widen, seemingly speechless. A few tears escape his eyes as he quickly gets up from his chair and walks over to you, wrapping you into a tight hug. He doesn’t even need to tell you how he feels, his actions being all the answer you need.

“T-Thank you so much.. I like you too..” He says softly between sniffles. You gasped at the sudden hug, not quite expecting it since how Aster avoided being touched by absolutely everyone at all costs. But after you got over your shock, you slowly, but hesitantly, wrap your arms around him as well, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks as well from all of the emotions you’re feeling.

Despite Aster’s usual avoidance of touch, he hugged you for a good while as you both shed tears of joy in each other’s embraces. He holds you tight, putting every ounce of love and affection into the hug he possibly can, letting you know silently how much he cares about you and your growing relationship, but he slowly pulls away from the hug and holds your hands in his gently. When you look at his face, his cheeks are pink with tear streaks running down them with a gentle smile to bring it all together.

Notes - It is now 12:15 🥲 crying. Please make sure to point out any mistakes you see, and I'll be sure to correct them ^^

[bklynsboys]

The Theory on Other Halves

pairing: spencer reid x reader summary: "there's an old buddhist saying, i once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making." genre: fluff word count: 1k author's notes: i wrote this because this particular line of spencer's is one of my absolute favorites! i think it's really beautiful how all of the people we love were meant to be in our lives since 500 years ago. and of course, as a fan of space & constellations, i had to insert it into this fic. enjoy <3

THE AIR HUNG HEAVY WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A PARTICULARLY BRUTAL CASE—TYPICAL FOR A DAY IN THE BAU. Dust specks danced in the pale slivers of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Hotch decided it'd be best to give the team a few hours to rest in the motel before heading back home. If it were up to you, you'd be back in your bed as soon as humanly possible, but rooming with the resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid—the object of your unspoken affections—is an opportunity you wouldn't miss.

For months, the two of you have shared a silent dance of exchanged glances and shared interests. Your colleagues, particularly the girls whom you confided in, seemed to think it was mutual. Now, you sat across from each other on motel beds, a comfortable silence blanketing the room. You traced a thoughtful finger along the rim of your empty coffee cup.

"You have a constellation," he said softly, breaking the stillness.

Your gaze flicked to Spencer, then down to your arm where his hand had landed. A faint scattering of moles dotted the inside of your forearm, resembling a modicum of stars. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Looks like Ursa Major," he mused, tracing the pattern with his finger. "Though perhaps a little worse for wear, and without the usual bright light, of course."

You chuckled, mirroring his action on your arm. There, nestled just below your elbow, was a crescent moon birthmark, a surprise you always enjoyed revealing.

"Here's another one," you offered.

He turned his hand, examining the crescent with a childlike curiosity. " It's beautiful," he said simply.

"Did you know," Spencer added softly, his voice barely a murmur, "that the ancient Greek saw Ursa Major as a bear?"

You tilted your head, surprised by the random fact. " A bear?"

A smile played on his lip. " Apparently, the constellation's asterism resembled the animal to them. Makes you wonder what they saw in the night sky that we don't."

"Well, my mom had a different take on that," you began, a fond memory surfacing. " She used to say my moon and stars meant I'd meet a space nerd someday who'd love these marks, and we'd be orbiting each other, kind of like the Earth and the sun. She was into soulmates, you see, and space."

The conversation flowed easily, a map of your bodies sketched through shared stories. You pointed to a jagged scar on your knee, the fading memory of you running around and ending up with a scrape on your knee. He, in turn, showed you the faint line on his palm, a souvenir from a particularly enthusiastic attempt at a science experiment as a child.

Your fingers trailed down the faint scar near his hairline, so faint one wouldn't notice it if they weren't looking at Spencer's face intently. "What's this from?" you asked gently.

Spencer chuckled. " You know, how I have really bad coordination?" He sighed. " I was lost in a book, I ran straight into a doorpost. My mom called me 'Crash' after that."

You squeezed his hand gently, a silent understanding passing between you. You knew how much Spencer cherished his mom, especially with her health declining. Sharing stories about her felt like a tender offering of his vulnerability.

He returned the gesture, his thumb tracing the faint outline of a mango-shaped birthmark on your back. " My mom swears it's from all the mangoes she craved while pregnant," you said with a laugh, remembering your childhood debates about the science behind birthmarks.

As the night wore on, your exploration became a conversation without words. You ended up curled up on one bed. You ran your fingers over the slight dip in his lower back, a lingering ache from a wrestling match between an unsub gone wrong. He skimmed his thumb across the freckle dusting your shoulder, a map of sun-drenched summer days.

There was no urgency, no pressure. Just a quiet appreciation for the way your bodies, like your minds, fit together, like puzzle pieces worn from being fitted together—entangled from experiences, both big and small. In the faint intimacy, you found a deeper connection, a comfort that transcended beyond just physical.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke, his voice soft. " Maybe your mom was right, you know."

"Right about what?" You murmured, head tilting at the man's question.

His gaze met yours, a thoughtful crease furrowing his brow. " About finding your soulmate," he said hesitantly. " There's an old Buddhist saying, I once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making."

A thoughtful hum escaped your lips. " That's beautiful, Spencer," you whispered.

He continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Plato once wrote humans used to have four arms, four legs, and two faces, but Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half."

A soft blush crept up your neck. You hadn't expected such a personal turn in the conversation.

"Plato," you murmured, surprised." The one who wasn't a big fan of the soulmate idea, right?"

Spencer's lips curved into a small smile.

"True," he admitted. "But even a brilliant mind like his couldn't deny the undeniable pull we sometimes feel towards certain people. Maybe the Greeks weren't so far off . Maybe the stars, the constellations, these little imperfections on our skin... Maybe they all tell us a story of where we belong."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You found yourself captivated by the way the moonlight glinted in his eyes.

"So," you finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "are you saying we're destined to be wandering halves searching for the other?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "No," he said, his voice a smooth cadence. " Maybe... Maybe we already found each other."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken sentiments. The air crackled with a tension that both terrified and exhilarated you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat to the quiet reverberation of the night. Curled beside him, Spencer's arm draped casually across you, its weight a comforting presence, you drifted off to sleep.

A faint smile touched Spencer's lips as he listened to your soft snores. "Good night," he whispered into the darkness.

[subbyboysgalore]

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ABOUT

hi! I'm Aster and I go by he/they. 18

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[burgojo]

Seven days a week couple meeting each others parents?

i'm only gonna do it for reader meeting jk's parents bc it's still a self insert and i don't want anyone feeling put-off or excluded because i don't write their family dynamics/culture :)

sfw. a tiny bit longer than usual bc i get carried away lol

"i'm going to explode."

"no, you're not. you're going to be confident and kind and let them know that our relationship makes you happy and that you expect a serious future with me, which is why this introduction is important."

"i do?" jungkook squeaks, huge eyes swivelling to you.

"unless you don't expect a serious future with me, and you've been lying every time i asked?"

"no, no," he rushes out, rubbing his temples. "but do i tell them that? what if they think i'm too young for something so serious? oh, god, what if they think you're too good for me? how are you not panicking right now?"

"i'm panicking as well. stop messing with your hair, it's making me anxious."

he hisses, "you're anxious? you look like you're going to make a cup of coffee!"

you reach out and grab his hands, holding them tightly. his eyes widen as the tremors shake him all the way to his marrow. "i've mastered the art of masking my fear. it's terribly helpful when my boss calls me into his office for no reason. still don't believe me?"

you take one of his hands and slip it under your suit jacket, pressing it firmly against your chest. beneath your skin, your heart rabbits like his own.

"if this whole nine-to-five thing doesn't work out," jungkook breathes, "you could be an actor."

you laugh. "sure, baby. i'll keep that in mind."

as the older one in the relationship, you have a particular weight on your shoulders to do everything correctly. jungkook had made himself a secret plan to make sure his parents would know just how well you treat him and try to take some of the pressure off – it included things like bending down to pick something up near a table edge and taking off his outer layers. you won't have to do anything out of the ordinary to play right into his plan, jungkook thought to himself giddily.

you don't notice anything different, politely chatting with his parents at the dinner table and only sparing him a glance when he bent over to fiddle vaguely with the end of his jeans. he smiles to himself when his father spots your hand over the corner and nods to his wife. jungkook collects your hand in his and holds it in his lap for the rest of dinner.

"i'm gonna go wash up, hyung," he murmurs, sliding out of his chair. you nod with a smile and hold out your hand as he slips off his many rings. you drop them into your pocket and smooth the opening down to make sure you won't lose them. jungkook's mother narrows her eyes at her husband and jungkook knows the look: why don't you do that for me?

on the way back from the bathroom, he chucks his jumper into his old bedroom and closes the door. he doesn't mention it until after the sun has gone down and he's pointing out all the plants in the backyard that are as old as he is, at which point he tucks himself into your chest and whispers innocently, "i'm cold, hyung."

"of course you are. you're not wearing nearly enough for this weather." you toss your jacket over his shoulders and he hums, snuggling into the warmth that remains.

after a moment, he says, "i'm still cold."

"then we should go inside. you can tell me about these asters some other time."

"asters?"

"yeah. that potted plant there." you point. "those are aster flowers."

he squints at it, crouching down near it and pushing the sleeves of your jacket up slightly as to not dirty them. he touches the green leaves. "are you sure? it just looks like a bush to me."

"i'm sure. the leaves are long and thin and the heads are shaped like tiny heads of lettuce. that's where the flower is."

he giggles, gazing up at you from his place next to the potted plant. "i didn't know you had a green thumb, baby."

"i don't, really. this one's just special to me." you kneel next to him, waving off his concerns about your fancy trousers. "the aster is september's flower."

"september...?"

"yeah. it's your flower." you hum, stroking the leaves of the plant. "would you like to come to the nursery with me tomorrow?"

his eyes grow wide; they sparkle. "you want to adopt with me, hyung?"

"i do."

"i'll come with you." he smiles. "i promise to water it every day and give it lots of sun!"

"or as much as it needs."

"or as much as it needs," he agrees. he punches your arm playfully. "you really looked up my birthday flower? you're such a nerd."

"i did, because for you, i'm a big sap. hah – get it? sap?"

"you have five seconds to run."

you scramble to your feet. "you're being a little unprofessional!" you call over your shoulder, playing peek-a-boo with the rotary clothes line between your bodies. you peek one way. "you don't appreciate my jokes nearly enough!" you peek the other way.

"unprofessional? i'm your boyfriend!" he shouts, laughing as he grabs your tie and tugs you into him. "jeez, old man, is your job your entire life? where's the room for me?"

while he talks, he wraps your tie around the clothes line's pole, holding it there to make sure you can't run away again. you lean against the pole, humming as he steps closer and presses a kiss to your lips. it's dark, and jungkook's parents had kicked you both out of the kitchen – you because you are their guest, and jungkook because he just gets in the way and stresses everyone out, watching his mother scrub the dishes with the drying towel ready in his hands to accept the next plate.

"who are you calling an old man, young man?" you tease, tugging the knot around your neck to loosen it. "you're choking me, love. i'm going to die in your parents' backyard without proper shoes on."

"maybe you deserve it," he retorts, letting your tie twist free. "i'm still cold."

"would you like me to take off my shirt, too, then? it's so thin. it wouldn't insulate you at all."

"your trousers are woollen, though."

you reach for your belt. he nearly jumps out of his skin, grabbing your wrists and pulling them to your sides. "what are you doing?"

"giving you my trousers," you reply innocently. "you said you wanted them."

"i wasn't being serious, stupid!" he huffs. "ass. let's go inside before my parents wonder what we're doing."

"yes, dear."

that response alone gives you their approval.

[ovobawrites]

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒 ♡ 𝐹𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

disclaimer: this has already been posted on ao3 and quotev, i'm just reposting this beach episode special as a promo for the fic. after this is all my previous author notes.

this is a fem!reader and also a half chinese!reader insert.

previous ♡ next

Crewel stood ominously by the door to the lodge, looking over you all with a critical eye. 

"I hope you mutts are planning to clean yourselves off," he started, "and Trey, Lilia," the two perked up. "you two will be cooking tonight's dinner."

Who decided to let Lilia cook... at least there's Trey?

The contrasting reactions would be funny were you not at risk of food poisoning. Lilia beamed, so excited he started floating. Meanwhile Trey was already working up a sweat, running through every possible future in his head. Silver, for once, was wide awake and looking horrified, face awash in a nausous green. Malleus, on the other hand, faced this death sentence with a grim look on his face, ready to meet his end fighting. 

Cater and Riddle were hurriedly whispering at the back, Riddle's face slowly growing more and more defeated as Cater continued on with his gossip about Lilia's poisonous cooking. Jamil frowned in disapproval, holding Kalim close to him as his housewarden started to pale in worry. You had already gone through the five stages of grief, accepting of your impending doom. The rest, however, weren't so quick.

Crewel frowned. "What are you all looking so deathly for? Go on, shower! Dirty dogs must be cleaned."

"Y-yes professor." You managed to stutter out, offering a shaky smile before treking up to your room, doing your best to avoid the other boys. For all you can act like everything was okay, you still felt that clench of fear in your gut as you closed your door behind yourself.

This would be hell. 

How could I have been so- so stupid! You bemoaned to yourself, Idia's gonna hate me for this, I just know it! It was completely improper and juvenile of me to yell at him. And over something so meaningless! Why did I- How could I- Wait. Why were you so upset? Why were you wholly embarassed? The other boys yelled and fought all the time and yet, for you to do such a thing. Why did it make you feel this way? What caused this fluttering of butterflies in your stomach, the angry buzz of bees in your head? 

You crashed your head into a pillow and let out a muffled yell. This trip was already shaping up to be a disaster. They already saw me in such a state. To get angry like that... how could I be so foolish! I should die for this. No one will ever look at me in the same way again. I was so utterly uncouth- to the point that none of them will ever even want to see me again. Sure, Floyd said it wasn't a big deal... but the moment any of them look back upon this moment they'll- they'll-

And that was the root of the problem, wasn't it? You weren't ashamed of getting into a silly little argument, you were afraid. 

They'll hate me.

But that was fine, right? People have hated you before, and people will for evermore. There's no point in crying over spilt milk, what's done is done. You should've thought thrice before you acted, but there's nothing you can do now but learn and pray for them not to think any different of you. 

You smiled sardonically, Like that'll ever happen. Who would like me after seeing me act like that?

...

These intrusive thoughts were getting you nowhere. Best to shower, fix up your makeup, and try to calm down. Let them despise you and look down on you. It's not like you cared anyways.

You finished up your shower on autopilot, routine muscle memory taking over as you sank further into your melancholy thoughts. If brother had been there... what would he have said? He'd disapprove, I'm sure of it. Getting close to others when you're an Aster is always a gamble after all. But... is it so wrong to want friends? I don't know anymore. It would have been better if I had just refused Crowley's offer.

Your face remained flat, never betraying your inner turmoil as you brushed through your hair mechanically in front of your vanity. (H/C) locks tugged at harshly as you brushed through the knots. A self flaggelation, of sorts. The pain both grounded you and sent you further into a self-depreciative headspace. It wasn't healthy but it was all you had. How foolish of you. 

I don't know what to do anymore. Should I just leave? Maybe I need to talk to-

A knock on the door. 

"Uh-um. (Y/N)? It's... it's Idia. C-could you maybe let me in?" His voice floated over from the door, the warble to it showing his nerves.  

Ah. I see. He's here to yell at me and tell me to never talk to him again. That's why he's so nervous, Idia's never liked confrantation after all. 

The silence rang out as you remained seated, frozen in place. What do you do? Opening the door means accepting a broken friendship and- you didn't want that. You didn't want to hurt anymore. 

"I-it's fine if you don't w-want to let me in!" Idia mumbled, "I-I just wanted to apologise, I sh-shouldn't have..." he trailed off before groaning in frustration. "Agh I'm so-" he halted, before hesitantly speaking up once more, "Could you p-please open up? I-I heard apologies are more genuine when you- you look at someone and Ortho said that..." Idia muttered rapidly, his words too quick for you to understand. 

Maybe hearing that he wanted to apologise was made you stand up and open the door. Maybe it was his obvious anxiety. Maybe it was out of pity. Who knows? But you let him in, like an idiot. 

Idia stumbled back as you opened the door, shock painted on his face. A nervous laugh. "I-I didn't think you'd actually open the door..." He turned his head away. "This was easier when I practiced... ahhh." He covered his face in his hands for a moment, then slapped his cheeks and straightened up, looking you in the eye. "Can I come in?"

Your throat was dry. Your stomach in knots. Greens and blues pulsed in your veins. "...Sure." You stepped to the side and closed the door behind Idia.

IDIOT! Your instincts screamed. Now you're trapped inside with him, you're not gonna be able to run away and get safe. You can't hide! What is wrong with you! He could-

"S-so, firstly, I'm sorry." Idia spoke up, fidgeting with his hands as he sat down on the chair, turning it to face the bed as you went to sit on it. You had no idea what to say, but this silence seemed to only spur Idia on. "I-I know you get... upset when we're loud and I- I shouldn't have yelled in your face. I know you hate it when that happens, and I should have respected your boundaries."

Wait, what? He wanted to actually apologise? Not yell or scream some more? You were too stunned to speak. 

"And-and secondly!" He got braver now, raising his voice from the soft volume of before. "I'm sorry that I escalated that argument. If it wasn't for me getting so heated, it would've been fine but I just- I felt- I was-" He groaned in frustration, covering his face with his hands. But something made him reveal himself and open up once more. "You were right, I was... you know. I felt... of Ruggie." His voice was so quiet at that point that you couldn't make out what he said by the end of it.

"I- you were... what of Ruggie?" You spoke up, and Idia made eye contact with you, hair glowing pink, eyes glaring. "...Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I was being-"

"No-no it's fine! I was-" Idia sighed. "I was jealous. Of Ruggie. That's all." He turned away, looking at the trinkets on the vanity. "And again, I'm sorry for acting like that. You don't have to forgive me or anything, I just..." he slowed down as he turned to look at you, your (E/C) eyes still on him. "I just. wanted. to. apologise." The words came out stilted as his hair went more and more pink, cheeks flushing a brilliant red. 

You just sat there, hands on your lap, still as can be. As the shock simmered down and bloomed into reds and pinks in your chest, you started to chuckle. Idia froze as you started to full on laugh, a sound he'd never heard before. 

"I-I" You tried to say in between giggles, but you couldn't stop laughing, tears starting to run down your cheeks. "I apologise. I'm just so-so happy." A watery smile. "I thought you would- never mind. I'm sorry too." You looked Idia in the eye. "It wasn't just your fault. I also escalated the argument, you know. And I was the one who started raising my voice. I shouldn't have- no. I'm sorry that I did so, I shouldn't have drawn so much attention to us when I knew you dislike that many eyes on you."

"I-Don't cry!" Idia fluttered his hands around, leaning forwards and brushing the tears off of your cheek. "I- I really am sorry, you know. And even if it wasn't just my fault, I still should take the blame. I scared you. T-that's like totally an incel move on my part." He offered a weak smile, hands still on your face. "And I accept and forgive your apology. Really."

"I-I forgive you too." Your laughter quieted down and you beamed. "I'm glad that we can still be friends. Even though I acted so- so horribly." That's when the two of you realised what position you were in. Idia towered over you, hands on your cheeks, as you sat on your bed. It was highly improper. Your face went hot at the thought, steaming at the proximity. Idia's hair went from a light pink to a bright fushia, he stuttered and stumbled back, crashing into the dresser. 

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He yelped, cowering away from you. "That-that was so lame of me!" He muffled his embrassed yell with his hands. 

"No-no it's fine!" You stood up and tried to comfort him, hands hovering over his back. "Really, it's fine I don't mind!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah." 

Idia looked you in the eye, trying to gauge the verity of your statement. You stared back, eyes steady. The two of you stared at each other, silence enveloping the room. And for a single, halting moment, you wished that the moment would never end. 

Then- 

A knock and Silver's voice from behind the door. "(Y/N), Idia? I know you two are resolving things but dinner's ready. Just wanted to make sure you two are prepared..."

You jumped back and started to pat yourself down, avoiding eye contact with Idia. The boy laughed weakly and ran a shaking hand through his hair. 

"Guess we gotta do that boss fight now... Idk if I have the stats to survive Lilia's food..."

You gave a small chuckle at his joke. "Does anyone?"

"Silver and Malleus, they have to brave it like every week, right?"

"I thought they just magic it away when Lilia's not looking..."

"...That makes a lot more sense."

It was akin to a walk of shame as you and Idia entered the dining room, side by side. Crewel was absent once more, likely ordering an actually edible meal for himself. While the rest of the boys tried not to make it obvious, it was clear that they were all looking at you, trying to guess whether you both actually made up. 

"Koi fishie!" Floyd waved you over excitedly. "I saved you a seat!"

"Absolutely not!" Riddle snapped. "You'll only stress poor (Y/N) out! Come, sit with us, Trey and I saved you a seat!" Riddle smiled kindly, puffing out his chest like a robin would. It was adorable. 

Trey smiled at you and shrugged, face as bright as day.

"Would your high strung nature not stress the poor dear out even more?" Jade hit back. "Let her sit with some fun people, for once."

"(Y/N), want to sit next to Lilia and I?" Silver blinked innocently at you, offering an out from the cat fight.

"Ah- sure, I'd love to." You quickly sat down before another argument would break out.

Riddle puffed his cheeks out and Trey drooped down slightly. Maybe you made a mistake. Floyd and Jade looked unhappy too, but... asides from sitting like how cultists circle their prophet, there was no pleasing everyone.

Lilia offered you a fang-filled grin and gestured excitedly to the centerpiece meal on the table. "Gentlemen and dearest (Y/N), Trey and I have created the most scrumptious meal for your consumption this twilight. Methinks you all will enjoy it greatly."

Side-eyes were exchanged as you looked over the main dish with a critical eye. You could only hope Trey managed to rein Lilia in. A large platter of seafood sat on the giant plate, grilled fish and shrimp lay on a bed of decorative lettuce, the colours lacking the normal ashy black that Lilia's meals took the appearance of. But who would take the bait and reach for a bite?

Leona elbowed Ruggie and gestured to the platter. The hyena sighed, shrugged, and grabbed a slice of fish. You all watched on, concerned, as the hyena chewed on the piece of seafood. His face went through many expressions, suspense, shock, pleasant surprise, and finally, a look of joy as he swallowed down the fish. He gave a sharp grin at Trey in thanks for his service and immediately went to spear more and more fish for his plate. 

Ruggie's reaction encouraged you all to partake in the meal, and thank god. It seemed Trey's godlike cooking skills managed to triumph over Lilia's lack thereof. The chefs of the night glowed with pride as you all lavished praise on both of them. Silver and Malleus making the executive decision to find Trey's secret before the night was over. Money was exchanged under the table as you all betted on how Trey managed it, the secret groupchat flooded with messages as the group enjoyed the delicious meal.

☆Kay-kun☆: i bet trey locked up lilia in a kitchen cabinet!! he totes did all the cooking on his own lmao

Vil Schoenheit: No, obviously he took Lilia's cooking and threw it away while passing his dishes off as both of theirs. Lilia must have fell for it.

gamer-idia-1812: no no no its obvi tht trey cast a spell on lilia so hed be frozen + unable to unleash that horrible beast upon the world lolol

(Y/N) Aster: Maybe he had Lilia do the prep work while he handled everything else? Or got Lilia to wash the dishes while he did all the cooking.

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Maybe Lilia learnt how to cook!! I think he'd be a great one!!!

Silver: Kalim, I guarantee that is not the case.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: LILIA WILL NEVER BE GOOD AT COOKING.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: WHY ARE MY WORDS IN UPPERCASE?

Silver: Ah, young master, your caps lock button is on. Press the upwards facing arrow on the keyboard to turn it off

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: THANK YOU SILVERJSKA;DLKDJLKLDLJKSKLGLHJKFDSGKDFLKHAHKL

(Y/N) Aster: Ah. Silver, maybe you should go help him?

Silver: (￣^￣)ゞ

Trey: Oh, I just asked Lilia to make the dessert while I cooked the main course. 

Jamil Viper: sorry, you WHAT

leona: if i die cuz of u, green haired bastard, i'll haunt you to your grave

Riddle Rosehearts: Perhaps it won't be that bad? Maybe the rumours were exaggerated.

Trey: Personally, I'd use the word understated

gamer-idia-1812: goodbye cruel world... maybe i'll meet the Premo in heaven

leona: a radish sprout like you will be fit in hell

gamer-idia-1812: lolol i'll see u all there

(Y/N) Aster: My mother paid the church a lot of money so that I wouldn't go to hell. I'll just roam the earth as a calamity-level ghost. 

Ruggie: The power of rich ppl astounds me...

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Oh! I should do that for all of us! So no one will go to hell ＼(≧▽≦)／

Jamil Viper: Kalim, don't waste your money doing something so stupid. Some people deserve to go to hell.

Azul Ashengrotto -50% off at Mostro Longue, Order today!-: Please, Jamil. You shouldn't be so antagonistic towards your upperclassmen! Maybe you should transfer to octavinelle to learn a bit of kindness from our Sea Witch.

Jamil Viper: I'd rather rot in hell.

Floyd >^)))&lt;;～～: so no one won the bet? o(TヘTo) who does the money go to? (・・ ) ?

Trey: I think we should save it for the hospital bills

☆Kay-kun☆: ye just took a look at the kitchen, great idea trey!! 

Mini Theatre Trey: I looked forward in time, I saw 14,000,605 futures. (Y/N): In how many of those did we survive? Trey: 1. - (Y/N), monolouging like a drama queen: 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。 Everyone else: Wow, that fight got a little intense! I'm glad no one got hurt :) - Idia, in the common room: EMERGENCY MEETING! PLEASE HELP ME APOLOGISE TO (Y/N)!!!! Azul: But- Idia: I'll pay you like 3000 thaumarks Azul: Done!  Cater: Should this be, like, a group discussion?  Ruggie: Shut up I wanna see how much of a trainwreck it'll be.

and here is the fifth part of the beach ep. if you'd like to read the rest of the fic, you can read it on ao3 here, and on quotev here.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎! 𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒃 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ₊˚

𖹭. mad scientist x reader, spider monster x reader, villain x reader ‧꒰ smut, breeding!! ꒱‧

your mad scientist, spider monster boyfriend who wants to breed you so so bad but can't cause the experiments for his mutation rendered him infertile.

pathetically rutting into you again and again while you're splayed out on his desk. his labcoat undone. he's pumping another load into you. groaning your name every time.

he knows it's pointless but he'll keep going. keep biting you everywhere. he just wants to breed you. just wants to make you his.

he's fucking cum drunk on you but he'll keep messily pumping his hips. squirting more of his thick cum and whispering out how he's gonna keep stuffing you full till his seed finally fucking takes. no matter how long that is.

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍰 rishen 209 ꒱

[brisquad-unit-4402]

it's pribe :) nijien celebrating pride month hcs

no matter where you are or where you'd like to be; how loud you wear your colors or keep them close to your chest; to everyone that can take up the room, and to everyone that needs to be safe; the ones that have their identity down to a T to the ones that have questions to the ones that don't define themselves: we are siblings, and we are beautiful as is.

so here's some vtuber fanfic lol. stay safe and have a good pride everyone!

tags: no reader insert lol, just pure pride month celebrations, also EVERY SINGLE NIJIEN VTUBER this is gonna suck to tag

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every day is a party and every moment is a treasure. they live unapologetically, and loud, loud, loud! they eat and drink as they please, with confetti in their hair and and glitter on their skin, the music of the parade drifting in and out as the streets paint colors under their footsteps:

doppio dropscythe, luca kaneshiro, nina kosaka, selen tatsuki, vox akuma

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

not so social, but joyous nonetheless. their workspace might boast a flag, or on other days they wear their colors themselves in accessories or outfits. a sticker on their belongings. it's intimate. there is love in the everyday, pride in normalcy. they are what they are and embrace it:

ike eveland, kotoka torahime, maria marionette, reimu endou, shu yamino

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

it's with their friends that they feel most at home, and most themselves. small gatherings under the overhead light. one pours a drink for the rest of their chosen family. another tells stories of where they've been, how nice it is, their latest endeavor. we're safe and calm as we are. we're here:

alban knox, elira pendora, millie parfait, rosemi lovelock, scarle yonaguni

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

what they dream is more than what could ever be, and what they dream is beautiful. memories sculpt through art and thought becomes song. words are only as much as they feel, and even though the pen is dark on the paper, the spectrum of the rainbow bleeds through the margin. their creations are their own celebration:

aia amare, enna alouette, fulgur ovid, ren zotto, uki violeta

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

indulgence is the greatest form of celebration. they feel as they feel, and who are they to reject it? especially when they're surrounded by so many that think just like them. they connect with others. sometimes for a night. sometimes two. and sometimes for years as their relationship shifts with time, always cherished:

aster arcadia, finana ryugu, meloco kyoran, mysta rias, pomu rainpuff

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

it's almost just another day for them. there's a different air as they walk, but they act as if it were any other month. they go about their business as they always have, their mind set on their own goals, but the world around them morphs into flags and color. they continue. and when they see their own flags, a surge of happiness runs through them:

hex haywire, kyo kaneko, sonny brisko, petra gurin, ver vermillion

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[sharkie-ds]

🟢I guess you can say d likes his laugh🟢

[ghosts-post]

How would Yan!Alien react to tall motherly like reader?

Aster would instantly be in love. You care about him and are patient and kind and willing to teach him new things and-

The list could go on but he would adore a motherly darling, would be willing to try out so many new things if it meant it would make you happy and proud.

They would be extremely clingy though and don’t even think about having anyone else to care for. He’s all you ever need to worry about and care for.

[futuristic-disaster]

ROTG x Child!Reader (Part Eight)

(This episode has been brought to you by me forgetting how to spell 'eight', despite knowing how to write it for ages) --------------------------------------------------

Previously in a land far, far away

Pitch : Well, well, well...

Pitch : It seems they've found their way back home...

Pitch : *smiles*

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Location : North's office

Jack : *barges in*

North : *looks up at him, annoyed and not surprised at all*

North : Oh, what now?

Jack : North! The Kangaroo is getting suspicious about Y/N!!!

North : Kanga- When did we get a kangaroo? Did you bring in a kangaroo without my knowing?!

Jack : No! I MEANT ABOUT BUNNY!!

North : Why is he getting suspicious? Doesn't he already know?

Jack : Well ... No ...

North : Then just tell him.

North : *insert old grandpa sigh*

North : *mumbles* Kids these days...

Jack : Huh?! What?! We can't "ThEn JuSt TeLl HiM"!!

Jack : His teensy tiny eeny meeny cupcake weenie Sofia and Emily Spidy Widey little peabrain won't be able to handle it!!

North : Then handle it yourself, I have inportant stuff to d-OH!!

Y/N : *in front of him*

Y/N : Candy?

North : Oh, right.

North : *hands two pieces of candy*

Y/N : Yay!! *runs off*

Jack : *smiles*

North : What?

Jack : Look at you. Being all soft.

North : You still have to tell Aster about this.

Jack : Oh!Right. *runs off*

North : And that. Is what we call...a smooth topic change.

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Location : Globe room thingy

Jack : Alright ...So when Kangaroo walks through that door all we have to tell him is that there's a kid, living with us...that he can't see.

Jack : Sounds...

Jack : Totally...

Jack : Normal...

Jack : Oh Shi...iiitake mushrooms! He's going to thing we're crazy!

Jack : But then again...

Toothiana : *Taps him on his shoulder*

Toothiana : Hey Jack!

Jack : AH!

Jack : Oh...Hey...Tooth

Toothiana : What are you so nervous for?

Jack : *smack lips*

Jack : I'm gonna tell Bunny about the kid today.

Toothiana : Wait...Really?

Jack : Yes!

Toothiana : And what did North say about this?

Jack : IT WAS HIS IDEA

Toothiana: HUH?!

Jack : YEAH!!! I WAS SURPRISED TOO!

Toothiana : DA....AAARK CREEPY HALLWAYS!!! THIS IS MAKING ME NERVOUS

Jack : DON'T WORRY!! WE GOT THIS!!! ALSO WHY ARE WE YELLING!!!

Toothiana : I DON'T KNOW!!

Toothiana : Oh, look. Here he comes.

Toothiana : Be cool.

Jack : We got this.

(Jack and Tooth right now 👇)

Bunny : Hey guys, have you seend Sandy? I need to talk to him about leaving sand all around my tunne-

Jack & Tooth : We need to talk.

Bunny : O...k? Can this wait? Because-

Jack : No, it cannot wait, E.Aster Bunnymund.

Toothiana : Exactly. This is important.

Bunny : Alright then. Out with it.

Jack : How would you feel if we say that a child...

Toothiana : ...Who can use magic...

Jack : ...Has been living with us?

Bunny : A child?

Bunny : Oh,you mean like that kid? *Points at Y/N who's just entering into the room*

Jack & Toothiana : Yeah, exactly like tha- wait how long have you known?

Bunny : I've known about them for two weeks...I think.

Jack : How did you...

Tooth : ...Find out about them?

Bunny : *Sighs*

Bunny : Sandy spilt it out when I was talking to him.

Tooth and Jack : *Facepalm*

Y/N : * waves and motions to follow them*

Bunny : Oh, look. It's steal candy from North'o clock. Catch you later.

Tooth and Jack :

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Extra :

North : Alright, goodnight you little gremlin.

Y/N : Ok..but we have two problems..

North : ???

Y/N : One : I'm not tired

Y/N : AND TWO. THERE'S STILL LIGHT OUT.

North : WhaAaAt??? What are you saying?

Y/N : I know you closed the curtains but I can still see the sun!!

North : Shh...Go back to sleep...

North : *Walks out*

Y/N : I CAN STILL SEE THE SUN

(Hats off to Hedger Humour. Best thing I stumbled upon)

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[asterwritesfanfics]

Hi, I'm AsterWrites, but you can call me Aster. I'm planning on writing some MHA Oneshots, Sans AU Oneshots, Pokemon Oneshots and possibly a series. (Some self-inserts will have OCs as the main character)

The content I will write are fluff, smut, angst, and occasional self-insert oneshots. The tropes I will write are; enemies to lovers (healthy), friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, found family (platonic relationships), soulmates, omegaverse, fantasy.

Characters I write for:

MHA: (Mainly) Dabi, Shoto, Deku, Bakugo, Iida, Tokoyami, Denki, Kirishima, Tomura Shigaraki, All Might, Spinner, Dabi, Twice, Natsuo, Miriko (Kinda) Aizawa, Mirio, Amajiki, Hawks. (NO) Endeavour, All For One, Toga, Chisaki group, Giran

Sans AUs: (Mainly) Nightmare, Dream, Cross, Error, Horror, Dust, Killer, Swap, Ink (platonic only), Lust, Dreamswap Dream, Dreamswap Blue, Dreamswap Error, Dreamswap Nightmare. (Kinda) Outer, Swapdream Dream, Fresh, Geno, Reaper, Birdtale. (NO) Anyone created by the creator of the NaJ AU

Pokemon: (Mainly) Gladion, N. (Kinda) Maxie, Archie, Cynthia, Hau. (NO) Ghestsis, Cyrus, Giovanni

Obey Me: The brothers, datables, and side characters (if you request them, please tell me about their personalities, I am not far in the game)

Now I need to figure out how to make a masterlist

ALSO, if my grammar is bad, even though English is my first language, I'm a fast typer after having experience of writing ever since Elementary, mix that with Autism and ADHD, there will be some misspells, if there are, please let me know

Rules: No non-con requests, no stepcest requests, no incest requests, for minors, it will only be fluff unless the request has it where the character is 18+, I am allowing people above the age of 14 to interact with my content cause I too did read smut as a 13-year-old but that was because I was on Wattpad, no abuse, I will not be writing any Hawks x Reader x Dabi, I will write disabled characters, I will write gay relationships, no abusive relationships with the requested character