#dandelion yells at cloud

[dandelionsandderivatives]

It's so frustrating to me that sewing pattern company websites have some of the worst search functions known to man.

Like, I should be able to sort by sleeve length, silhouette type, or fabric weight, but instead I have to decide whether the dress I want will be under "dresses" or "sportswear"

[cowboybeepboop]

My Dearest

“That was…” your voice trails off as you close your eyes sleepily.

“Incredible,” Javi finishes your sentence, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Pairing: Javier “Javi” Rivera x fem! Reader

Genre: smut but like with fluff as well

Word count: 3516

Summary: After reconnecting with Javi, you find yourself craving a much deeper connection.

a/n: Wrote this for my bestie bc he’s her twisters crush, but I can’t take him seriously without thinking of Hamilton 😭 also it was like so hard to even find a picture for this? Theres like no good pics of Anthony as Javi 😟 hope you enjoy!

Javi had successfully convinced you to join him, however you weren’t fully convinced this was such a great idea. Even seeing an overpass brought the memories back. The memories of running through the extreme winds, the metal digging into your skin, watching as Addy gets swept away by debris. Squeezing your eyes shut tight as a hand covers the leg that was cut.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?” Javi’s hand covers your knee as he rubs gentle circles into the fabric.

“Mhm,” mustering up a smile, you open your eyes and turn to face him. “I’m okay.” He visibly relaxes as his lips curve into a warm smile. He begins to ramble and you tune him out, your eyes wander out the window once again, taking in the landscapes. The flat yellow-green terrain that seems endless, with the vast and open fields that stretch through the horizon. Clean yet musky air hits your nose as you take in deep slow breaths. On the edge of a field barbed-wire fencing lines the property with a barn and a lone windmill weathered by years of sun and wind exposure.

The truck comes to a stop at what appears to be a rest station, the lot is filled with storm-par vehicles, tourists, and storm chasers (who are only interested in the high of adrenaline). You follow Javi out of the car and he introduces you to his team. “So what do you think?” Your eyes were locked on the screen of his tablet. “Which storm should we follow?” Scott offers his opinion and you shoot Javi a pained expression.

“I think you should choose. It’s been a while.” The tablet feels heavy in your palms as you shift your weight between feet. His warm hand wraps around your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze.

“Y/N come on, you’ve got this,” his voice is smooth and gentle. Biting down on your lip you turn your back to the group of guys, walking away. Javi stops them from following you as he notices your need to be alone. He knew you needed a few moments alone, and as he and his team watched you, his eyes were always on you.

The breeze moves gently through the air, creating a soothing consistent rustle in the dry grass. Fluffy clouds dot the sky with the sunlight bathing everything in a warm, soft glow. The wind carries a refreshing, warm sensation. As it flows, it creates a gentle, rhythmic sound that’s soothing and tranquil. You pick up a dandelion, crushing the soft puffball of seeds between your fingers. The ripple of the breeze carries the seeds into the air.

Turning your back you head back over to Javi and the rest of storm par. “Let’s go west.” You hand Javi his tablet.

“The one to the east has much better numbers” Scott interrupts.

”But the conditions don’t feel right, the cap is too strong. It'll never break.” Scott narrows his eyes at you, a scowl finding its way to his lips.

“You heard her lets go.” Javi’s hand presses into the small of your back.

—————

Once you were facing the storm you freaked out, you couldn’t do it. You made Javi get back in and you drove further away. But instantly knew you fucked up, your stomach dropped as he yells out “We’re too far!”

The car came to a screeching halt as you freaked out and Javi let out a quick curse, his fingers gripping the door handle tight. ”What the hell are you doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration as he turned to look at you.

”I’m sorry Javi.. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you let go of the steering wheel putting your shaky hands on top of your thighs. “I didn’t mean to mess with your data collection.” Your voice trails off as you look down at your lap.

Javi let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair as he took a moment to calm down. He turned to face you fully, his gaze softening slightly.

"I know you didn't mean to, Y/N," he said, his voice still tinged with irritation, but with a hint of understanding. "But we can't just drive away like that. We need to get closer if we want any usable data."

You nod and hop out of the car, watching as the storm moves further away. Javi gets out to call Scott and you sigh. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“Come on Y/N, we should head to the motel,” his voice rings out interrupting your thoughts. You respond with a nod and get into the passenger side of the truck.

You sigh as Javi pulls into the motel parking lot, “I’m really sorry. I just froze, I don’t know what happened.” He nods.

“No it’s okay, there’s always tomorrow.” he smiles reassuringly, “do you want to chill out here for a while? I mean i’d need to go shower and change first but..”

“Javi I’m real tired… But maybe we could watch tv in your room for a bit?” You fumble with the straps of your backpack as you look over at him.

Javi studied your face for a moment, seeing the exhaustion written all over it. He knew that you were hesitant about joining the group of tourists outside, and he didn’t press the issue.

“Yeah, we can do that,” he replied with a nod. “Let’s go up to my room and watch TV for a bit. You can rest there.”

”Okay, come on then,” you lace your arm into his as you follow his lead. Javi couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. He appreciated your closeness, and the way you sought comfort in him.

As you walked together towards his room, he couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked. He knew it had been a long day, and you needed to rest. You open the door with his key, you sigh softly as you let yourself in. Dropping your bag on the floor you stretch your arms out.

Javi follows you inside, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. The room feels cozy, the air slightly cool and crisp from the air conditioning.He walks over to the bed and takes a seat against the headboard, patting the space next to him on the mattress. “Come on, sit down and rest for a bit.”

You smile as you kick off your sneakers and plop onto the bed next to him. Finding your way into his arm cuddling against his chest and pressing your face against his shoulder. “I’ve missed this Javi..” your voice trails off as you turn the tv on.

Javi feels your warm body press against his as you cuddle into his chest, and his arms instinctively wrap around you, pulling you closer. He can’t help but feel a sense of contentment at your words, and his heart skips a beat.

“I’ve missed this too,” he says quietly, his voice a gentle rumble against your ear. “It’s been too long.” You wrap an arm around his torso. Finding comfort in his familiar scent.

”What should we watch?” Your voice is gentle as you nuzzle your face into him. He runs a hand gently up and down your back, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin under his fingertips, you shiver from his touch.

“I don’t know, anything you want,” he replies, his voice soft and gentle. “Just pick something that doesn’t require too much thought.” He couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort at your affectionate gesture. He adjusts his arm, pulling you even closer as he sinks back into the pillows, the warmth of your body against his own a soothing presence.

”Hmm,” you turn your body to face the tv flipping through the movies and shows, you finally decide on a random movie. Tossing the remote to the side you turn your attention back to Javi, repositioning yourself at his side. “I really missed you,” looking over at him you take the time to admire his face. You always did encourage him to cut his hair and damn does it look good on him. In the past 5 years you’ve forgotten just how handsome your friend truly is.

Javi feels your eyes on him as you reposition yourself at his side, and he can’t help but feel a wave of comfort and familiarity at your closeness. He looks down at you, feeling your gaze on his face, and he notices the way you’re studying him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers gently caressing your face. “I’ve missed you too,” he says softly, his eyes locked on yours. “More than you know.” you find a soft blush painting your cheeks as you were caught staring at him. You hope he doesn’t realize you were checking him out, the embarrassment send a chill through your body

”Your hair looks good like this,” you reach up to touch his soft curls, “I’m glad you finally cut it,” Javi notices the soft blush that creeps onto your cheeks as your fingers reach up to touch his hair, and he can’t help but smile at your words.

"Thanks,” he says with a small chuckle, tilting his head slightly to the side to give you better access to his hair. “I’m glad you like it.” He realizes how comfortable it feels having you by his side, just like old times.

”Of course I do, I always told you to cut it,” your hand moves down from his hair to his jaw, you brush your pointer finger over his jawline. “You look so handsome with short hair,” you whisper into his ear. Your words echo in his ears and he can feel a faint blush creeping onto his own cheeks at the compliment.

He turns his head slightly to look at you, feeling your warm breath in his ear. “You always did hate my longer hair,” he responds with a chuckle, his voice a bit huskier than usual. Your tongue flicks out to wet your bottom lip as you notice the closeness of his face to yours. A loud crack of thunder sounds outside the window but does little to distract you both.

“I love your curls..” your hand finds its way back into his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands as you softly pull at the dark locks. His eyes lock onto yours, his heartbeat quickening in his chest as he realizes how close your face is to his. He can feel the heat of your breath on his skin, and his body instinctively leans in closer to you.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he lets out a soft gasp at the sensation of your fingers in his hair. “Mm,” he murmurs, “You always know how to drive me crazy with that.” You smile sweetly while maneuvering yourself onto his lap.

”I know, that's why I do it,” you giggle softly while putting your free hand against his chest. Your weight settles on him with a pleasant sensation. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his hands grip your hips.

He can’t help but smile at your words, his eyes locked on your fingers as they rest against his chest. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice low and playful. “Just trying to drive me wild, hmm?”

”Always,” you whisper into his ear as you begin to pepper kisses from his temple to his jawline. Javi lets out an involuntary moan as your lips brush against his skin. The feeling of your kisses against him sends a wave of pleasure through his body, and his fingers grip your hips tighter.

He tilts his head back slightly, giving you better access to his skin, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he lets out a soft exhale. “You’re so cruel,” he husks out, his voice shaky with suppressed desire.

”But you love it, don’t you?” You tease softly before your lips connect with his neck once more. You move toward his collarbone and begin sucking soft hickies into his tanned skin. He lets out a soft moan feeling a sense of pure ecstasy at the sensation of your mouth on his skin.

He tilts his head back once more, exposing more of his neck to you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “God, yes I love it,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly. “You know I love it.” his hands still gripping your hips tightly as he tries to reign in the growing heat between you. The sensation of your touch combined with the knowledge that you were marking him up causes a pang of desire to shoot through his body.

You pull back admiring the pinkish marks you left upon his skin. Your hands move to the sides of his face as you run your thumbs over his cheek bones. “Are you going to make a move? Or keep letting me have full control?”

Javi looks at you with dark, lust-filled eyes as you pull back he can feel the heat radiating off of his body and he knows that he's moments from snapping.

But the sound of your question, spoken with a hint of challenge, makes him pause for a moment. He raises an eyebrow at you and lets out a low chuckle.

“You really want me to, don’t you?” he asks, his voice deep and ragged as he leans closer, his hands now gripping your waist with a newfound possessiveness.

You begin to move your hips, grinding against him, feeling his hardness through your pants. Your breath quickens as you kiss him, hands owing to his hair, your lips demanding and insistent.

Javi groans into your mouth, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips as he guides your movements. “That’s it, just like that baby.”

As you increase the pace, Javi’s hands move to your thighs, squeezing the sensitive flesh as he thrust upward to meet your motions. “You feel so good, darling. Let me hear you.” His hand rasps the back of your head leaning it to the side as he presses sloppy kisses to your cheek.

You moan as the pleasure builds inside of you, your head falling back as you give into the sensations “Javi.. oh god…”, he slides you off his lap. Pulling you away from your orgasm, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he lays you down on your back.

”What was that for?” You whine a little, his fingers swiftly unbutton your shorts. He pulls them off of your legs, his lips connect with the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“I want to hear you scream.” He encourages, his voice rough with desire. He pushes your legs apart as he slides your panties off next, groaning at the sight of your wet pussy. His lips connect with your tender clit, swirling circles around it with his warm tongue.

Your back arches off the bed as you tightly grip ahold of the sheets. Loud moans leaving your parted lips, your face contorting in pleasure. As if on cue, the storm outside intensifies, the wind howling and the rain pounding giants the window.

He moves you off the bed as he lays against it, lifting your body up to hover over his lips. You moan, gripping a hold of the headboard, biting down on the wood to muffle your cries.

Your hips buck as his tongue working its magic, his hands holding your thighs apart while devouring you. He moans, the sound vibrating against your sensitive leash, his arms pulling you closer, plunging his fingers into your wet heat.

”Oh god, Javi! Right there!” You gasp as his fingers find your sweet spot, your walls clenching around him. He smiles against you, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault. He adds a third finger, stretching and filling you as he feels your orgasm building.

Your hands tangle in his hair, your hips bucking wildly as you ride his face. Javi suckled your clit as his fingers curled inside you, sending you over the edge. You moan his name “I’m gonna cum“ squeezing your thighs around his head as you become more and more sensitive, but he doesn’t let up. You cry out, your body trembling your release washes over you, your juices coating his fingers and mouth.

“Oh god, Javi!” The pleasure becomes too much, you push his forehead gently as you try to squirm away, yet he holds your hips against his lips. After he finishes licking up your cum, he releases your body. You slide off his face, straddling his hips once again.

Javi takes your lips in a possessive kiss as you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his body against yours. He holds you tight, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples.

As you come down from your high, you rest your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his. “It’s my turn now.” You tease. His eyes darken with desire as he moves his hands to the button of his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you see the bulge in his pants, a mix of anticipation and lust fluttering in your stomach. He pulls you into another passionate kiss, his hands moving to yours.

Javi lowers your hands to his belt, your breath hitches as you undo the buckle. Your fingers moving to his fly, sliding the zipper down. As you pull his jeans and boxers down, his hard length springs free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. You bite your look, looking up at him with desire.

“You like what you see, babe?” Javi murmures, his voice thick with need as he slides his hand in your hair. You nod, glancing down at his cock. You reach out wrapping your hand around him, feeling his head and smoothness.

Javi groans, his head falls back as you begin to stroke him, your movements slow and exploratory. “Fuck, just like that… feels so good.” You lean forward, your tongue darting out to taste the salty drop of pre-cum on the tip.

“Oh damn!” Javi cries out, his hips bucking as your warm, wet mouth closing around him. You take your time, your lips and tongue working him over, savoring the taste and feel of him in your mouth.

He clenches the bedsheets, his body rigid as he tries to hold back, wanting to prolong the moment. “Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep this up” with a final, deep suck, you release him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock.

You position yourself above his dick, your eyes heavy-lidded as you reach down, guiding I’m to your entrance. Javi groans as he pushes inside of you, your warmth enveloping him and your muscles clenching around his shaft.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” you moan, throwing your head back as he begins to move, his hips snapping as he thrusts into you.

Javi’s eyes roll back as he feels the tightness of you around him, your wet heat drawing him in. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight..” finding a rhythm, he begins to move faster, his hands grasping your hips as he pushes into you, your flesh slapping together.

You meet his thrusts, your nails raking down his back as the pleasure builds inside you once more. “Fuck Javi! I’m gonna cum again!” Your walls clench around him, your juices flowing as you cry out, your body shaking with the force of your release.

Unable to hold back any longer, Javi surrenders to the pleasure, his hips snapping faster as he chases his own release. “Y/N, I’m cumming!” He buries his face in your nape as he fills you, his release coating your insides as he thrusts into you. Your bodies joined in the ultimate act of pleasure.

As both of your breathing slows, you collapse beside him. He pulls you close, your sweat-dampened bodies sticking together. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he keeps your body tight against his, seeming as if he’s afraid to let you go.

You smile, tracing patterns on his chest as you snuggle into his side, wrapping your leg around his thigh. “That was…” your voice trails off as you close your eyes sleepily.

“Incredible,” Javi finishes your sentence, his voice filled with satisfaction. With a content sigh, you press a gentle kiss to his chest, the sound of the storm outside a gentle lullaby as you drift off to sleep, safe and satisfied in Javi’s arms.

Your shared passion had healed old wounds, the storm outside a reflection of the tempestuous desires that had been released, leaving only peace and contentment in its wake.

[catiuskaa]

strawberry blond.

part of the “now playing: mitski!” series

Jisung had been avoiding the truth for the past six months, but now, it’s time to face the storm. even if it hurts.

angst. and I mean it. (still, hope you enjoy it!) TW: mentions of death and one's struggles to accept it. WC: 2.1k

[☆★🌌★☆]

Han Jisung loved many things, but one of his favourites was to lay down on the grass near Han River after a concert.

He could still hear the echo of the cheering and clapping on stage, his ears buzzing in a high-pitched sound that felt almost nostalgic despite it not having been too long since the show had ended.

A small smile lingered on his features as the night breeze grazed him tenderly, eyes focused on the sky full of stars above, hands playing with the strands of grass in between his fingers, pulling at it, playing with it on his hands, tugging the petals of the small dandelions near.

He had always cherished the night after a show or a concert. And it had always been with you, lying down near the river, either sighting softly at the breeze or laughing under the rain.

He turned his head, blinking slowly, staring at the empty space at his side, and his heart skipped a beat, leaving him breathless for an instant.

Your smile beamed, and so did his, but shyly, as if he was afraid of being happy. With a soft grunt, you got up, almost giddily as you pranced around on the grass, barefoot, tugging at his sleeve and softly kicking his legs so he’d get up too, giggling sheepishly.

“C’mon, Hannie!” You shined.

He sighed, ignoring the hand you offered at him, almost as if it wasn’t there, tangible, before him, and instead pushed himself up by his knees.

You snickered, quickly putting your shoes back on and childishly hopped around him, both heading back to the car.

He stared at you, at your strawberry blond hair that reached the small on your back, the silhouette of the tall buildings that surrounded the area getting blurry in his eyes while your figure took over his gaze.

You faltered, turning around.

“I love this river.”

And I love you.

But he didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he stared at you as you smiled, breathing in, arms outstretched, as if yearning that the breeze would take you with her.

He sighed, again, but it was even more melancholic. Broken. As grey as the clouds that started to cover the sky above, and as grey as the river flowed, not able to reflect the light the stars and moon shined, turning dark.

You frowned. “What’s wrong?” Your eyes softened at him, getting closer. “Why are you crying, Hannie?”

A tearful snicker left his lips. His knuckles threatened to graze your cheeks, your features soft to the eye, but he retracted his hand, shaking his head slightly and grinning at you.

“It’s ok.” He sniffed, heart-shaped smile softly fading away. “I got something in my eye.”

You both got in the car, and he stared at the empty place beside him, eyes in a shy shade of red, holding his tears back.

He heard you giggle when you opened the window, taking your hand out and playing with the wind in your hands, childishly fascinated at the resistance of your palm and the speed of the car, not too fast but enough that the breeze felt much stronger.

The tips of your long strawberry blond hair also were out, flowing rapidly to the air as he stared at the asphalt roadway, fighting the impulse to hold your free hand that rested on your thigh.

But he kept driving, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Driving somewhere he didn’t really want to go. With someone who wasn’t really there.

His heart skipped a beat. Emotional. The happy, nervous feeling that lingered when your body was close to him came back, the feeling that shivered in his body whenever the cute nickname you called him rolled off your tongue. But it ached.

He parked not too long after, and he got out of the car, grinning softly as you played with the dents in the pathway, hopping and skipping around in cutesy, childish giggles.

“Wait!” You whispered-yelled all of a sudden.

And his body stopped in his tracks, almost reluctantly, as if fighting a treacherous battle between his heart and his brain, his stare finally turning to face you fondly, yet his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Can you hear it?”

Your tone was soft, tender, so much that Jisung could almost feel it surround him lovingly, a deep, sweet voice resonated with warmth, like rich honey pouring slowly, a comforting and soothing melody that wrapped around him, a blanket in a cold winter.

The soft buzz of a small, hardworking little bee surprised him, his face displaying raw emotion, a stray tear slowly falling rolling down his cheek.

He was afraid of bugs. But he loved you. And because of it, he had learned to love those fuzzy little bees, who’s buzzing sound you cherished deeply.

The small bee lingered around the two of you, and gently pranced to the small plants and flowers on the side of the street.

“Oh, look! Forget-me-nots!” Your smile shined as you bent down to get a closer look at the small bluish flowers. “It means remembrance, but also true love and devotion,” you muttered happily. “It’s my favourite flower.”

His heart ached as he bent down next to you and picked a small branch, keeping it close to him, twirling it nervously in his hand as you both wandered, walking down the empty street.

“Hannie?” Your voice pondered. “You haven’t said anything in a while.” He smiled softly at your statement, nodding.

He froze in front of a large metal door, its paint thin and torn into small pieces that remained on the floor, the dents left from it falling, now rusty.

“Hannie?” Your voice faltered.

He tried to smile.

“I haven’t been too cheerful tonight, haven’t I?”

His eyes couldn’t hold yours for long, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

He held your hands in a sudden motion, and his touch crashed through your body like a storm.

Jisung gasped, his cries growing in intensity. “It’s… it’s been… what, six months?” He let out a gentle laugh, yet it was painful to hear. “Six months since… you’ve been gone.”

Your eyes widened, as if you remembered everything all of a sudden.

“I…” he nodded, his hands roaming through your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, your body feeling weak by his touch. “The… accident…”

He cried, hugging your now translucent body.

“I m-miss you s-so much.” He trembled, hugging you tightly despite how cold your body felt. “I… I wanted to do so much with you. I… I love-”

“No! D-don’t say it.”

You cradled his face in your hands.

“I… I’ll wait for you. Up there. Next to the stars. Don’t even dare rush to me. I have all my life. Or. Well, you. Y-you have all your life in front of you.” You cried, yet you still were smiling at him. Broken.

He bit his lip. Hard. God, this wasn’t fair. He wanted to scream it to you. To put into words how his heart was beating for you, for the memories of you he held so dearly, and to fail miserably, because no words could ever do justice to what he was feeling. To whisper to the whole world how he loved you.

But he couldn’t whisper anything, because his whole world wasn’t right before him, but six feet under, behind that metal door fence he hadn’t dared to cross.

In the fading twilight, beneath a blur of somber clouds that mirrored the heaviness in his heart, Jisung stayed put, staring at you, someone who wasn't actually there, in front of the cemetery, as if at the crossroads of farewell. The air, thick with unspoken words hung between you like a shroud.

Han traced the outline of your face with trembling fingertips, as if committing each pore in your skin to memory, etching the details of her existence onto his soul, heart, or mind. His eyes, once vibrant with shared laughter and secret glances, now reflected the inevitable sorrow of parting.

In the end, he had to accept it, right?

A silent understanding passed between you, an acknowledgment that this kiss held the weight of a thousand unspoken goodbyes.

As your lips met, the taste of salt lingered—a mix of tears, both shed and unshed. The kiss carried the bittersweet essence of nostalgia, a blend of the moments you had shared and the ones that would forever remain unfulfilled wishes of sorrowed hearts. It was a dance of desperation and tenderness, an attempt to catch a universe of emotions in a touch.

The world seemed to slow as you clung to each other, as if time itself was reluctant to let go, apologizing for separating those in love.

But an apology wouldn't bring you back, would it?

As he reluctantly pulled away, your eyes locked for an eternity, each gaze a silent plea to remember. He clenched the flowers in his hand. He would remember. He wouldn't—couldn't—forget. The space where his hands once found solace in the warmth of your own grasp now laid vacant, a stark reminder of the impending truth that hurt to accept.

The echo of that parting kiss lingered in the air, a taste of salt on their lips, a bitter reminder that sometimes, love is not enough to defy the cruel hands of fate.

And just as mysteriously as you had appeared in front of him, staying close to him since you had died, he hugged you for what felt like the first time in months, yet the hint of your warmth disappeared, just like your figure in his eyes.

Now, you weren’t there.

Now, your death was real.

And he froze, looking around in that tombstone filled garden.

Until he found it.

“Look at you, Miss Strawberry Blond.” He muttered. He felt his eyes itch as he cried.

He wanted to laugh, to smile for you, using that silly colour you chanted when he called your redhead, just to pick on you, but he started to hiccup, crying to his heart's content and even more as he stared up to the stars, just to find the moon beaming right above.

His heart skipped a beat again.

You were gone.

“N-no… wait…”

But your memory would—will—always stay.

“No… please…”

He clung to the recently-carved stone, sitting on his knees, a crying mess.

Jisung didn’t want any memories back. He didn’t care at all about anything he had lived with you if he couldn’t spend another day with you.

He wanted you back.

“Hannie.”

He stopped breathing.

“Hannie, you need to stop.”

Your voice sounded in his head, almost like a chant in his ears, as if you were talking to him from really far away.

He stared at your name in the tombstone, shaking his head.

How could he stop?

His sadness bubbled inside of him, turning mad.

“Why are you here?” He muttered, tone filled with something that didn’t feel like him.

He sounded destroyed, eyes heavy with grief, shoulders slumped as uncontrollable sobs racked his body, his attempts to speak choked by the overwhelming feelings consuming him.

But your voice couldn’t answer or help.

“You know what?” He sniffed, frowning. “I need to say it. I fucking love you.” The silence that followed almost froze his heart, because now he could say it, but there was no one to say it back.

Still, he continued with a hiccup. “I love you so fucking much I can’t grasp that you’re gone— hell, I’ve been hallucinating about you for months because it’s so fucking painful to face that you’re not here. And I could never even say it. I could never even say how much I’ve loved you and how I’ll keep loving you even now, and it’s n-not—.”

And suddenly, amidst the confession, he felt like instead of breathing heavily, Jisung ran out of air. As if he had been hit without warnings of any kind.

His throat blocked and his chest hurt, and it was as if something had grabbed his heart, until it felt heavy, and an overwhelming feeling ran through him from head to toe as he whimpered and cried. It was a similar feeling to fear, only that it seemed that Han’s heart had been filled with stones, now heavy, confused by emotion. Feeling like it was going to escape and burst out of his chest.

And for a moment, Jisung thought he was going to die. That whatever this was was going to kill him.

“W-why ca-an’t you le-eave?” He cried, ugly, deeply, choking in between sobs as his head started hurting.

“God, H-hannie..”

But he couldn’t hear you anymore.

“It… it hu-urts t-too mu-ch…”

You stared at him from above, tears falling down as he tightly gripped his chest.

“Ple-eas-se…” he whispered “…m-ma-ake it s-sto-op…”

He felt droplets of rain starting to fall down on him.

“J-just… g-get o-ut of my-y head…”

Unlike the one he felt under your touch, a real storm was approaching.

And no one was going to hold an umbrella over his head.

~kats, who is trying really hard not to cry because she has homework to do and she can't read past her tears.

P.S: TYSM TO MY ABSOLUTE STUNNING GORGEOUS BABIES AND LIKE GOD I COULD MAKE THEM A STATUE @binsito @hiddlestandom @evermourning and @ire67 TY FOR PROOF READING THIS AND HELPING ME OUT I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU GUYS TYSSSM<3333!!!!!

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❥ Hot and cute things sim jaeyun does as your bf !

♥︎🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖼 ᰔ !w: mentions of making out! // 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

"𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.” ♡

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☆ 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- you’re not dating sim jaeyun if he’s not attacking you with kisses every now and then. He LOVES kissing you sm, his primary form of showing his affection for you and he loves to kiss even places like your eyelids, knuckles, earlobes, nose and collarbones. Everything about you is so beautiful to him and he can’t keep his lips away from you. His signature kisses are always on your lips, where he can drown in your taste and feel the softness of your mouth in between his. Jakey is gonna whine so much when you don’t give him loads of kisses, and he’s on cloud 9 the moment you’re the one initiating them. 💋

☆ 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗡- there is no word as feeling insecure when Jake is your boyfriend. He lives for complimenting you and will always be sure to tell you how you look great in your new dress or new hairstyle. Even when you’re bare faced, he’s gonna utter so many praises and make you feel like the prettiest thing alive. “Baby you look so good ugh” “why are you this pretty?!” He will squeal like your fanboy and be all dramatic, putting his palm over his heart and pretending like he’s being shot by your light lol. He loves bragging about you infront of your friends, and his too and addresses you as ‘my girl’ in public with a proud and lovely smile. 🥺 whenever you guys go out in public, he holds your hands and gives you those lovesick eyes and the entire crowd can see how smitten he is for you and you alone. <3

☆ 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬- jake is very chatty with you. He loves sharing random details about his day to you, placing his head on your lap as you ruffle his hair and he tells you what he’s done. You’re his comfort person, his human diary, his reliable partner and he feels so safe with you that he doesn’t hesitate to tell you anything and everything. His facial expressions are so adorable and the way he looks at you with shining, puppy eyes and kisses the back of your hands is a sight you can get tired of never. He’s also someone who loves listening to you attentively, and encourages you to talk to him as much as he does so you two can grow closer and more comfortable with eachother with time.

☆ 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗦- he’s an amazing photographer and loves taking your photos!! >.< man knows all your angles and poses, and even asks you to pose and smile according. He’s yelling cheers behind the screen and is the first one to propose the idea of taking your photos. He’s the most amazing personal photographer, who will never fail to take aesthetic photos of you. But mind you, there are obviously gonna be photos of you sleeping, you studying, you with your face mask on, you pouting and sulking because ofc to him, those are the times you look “exceptionally beautiful.” ;) <3

☆ 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘- jake is gonna have a separate MASSIVE folder of your pics on his phone. He’s gonna name the folder something very romantic like “my baby girl 💘😚” and have too many of your pictures that he’s gonna randomly see throughout the day when he misses you to cheer himself up. He’s gonna have 2-3 copies of the same picture and argue with you if you say it’s the same so he should delete some (the difference isn’t even noticeable but to him they are 🙄). Don’t ever stop him from taking your pics tho, cause or else be ready to face a whiny puppy jakey who’s gonna pout all day and will be ready to fight you!! >.< (yeah yeah his ‘fight’ means tackling you in bed and tickling the shit out of you with his kisses hehe)

☆ 𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦- this goes without saying that Jake is the romantic gentleman who always buys you flowers even before you ask. You open the doorstep and you see your handsome man standing with a bouquet of flowers with a bright smile on his face. Even when you wake up sometimes, you will find flowers on your table with notes attached like “I love you baby.” Or “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” left from him. He also researches about the meaning of flowers and buys you white roses on your bad days- that represent innocence, loyalty and purity, pink roses on your happy days that represent his gratitude and appreciation for you and red roses on your romantic days to deliver his unwavering love, passion and longing for you. ❤️🌹

☆ 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡- sim jaeyun and him being your #1 simp. 🤭 he loves you very much and he thinks he’s so lucky to have you that he’s gonna set a cute picture of you and him as his lockscreen. So everytime he opens his phone, no matter what he’s doing, he can be reminded of you and feel like he’s with you. He’s also very proud to have you and extremely loyal, so he likes it when people around him can see who he belongs to the moment they look at his phone. <3 Although initially, he’s gonna be really shy and blush crazily when his members tease him about his lovey dovey nature, when he grows used to it, he won’t be able to stop talking about you to his friends.

☆ 𝗣𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦- when Jake calls you his princess, he really does mean it and gives you the true treatment like a princess. 💖👑 that obviously includes carrying your bag for you, feeding you, dressing you up and most of all- giving you piggy back rides. You don’t even have to be tired for it, your lover boy will willingly carry you on his back with your legs wrapped around his waist. He’s gonna smile so much and tell jokes to make you laugh, ans start humming love songs out of pure joy from the ecstatic and blissful moment shared with you. <3 he carries you and carries your heart in the same way- delicately, passionately, and with a lot of care and love.

☆ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥- jake and the pure romance agenda continues. :’) <3 he loves feeling you, and he’s so up for every side of romance with you especially the pure, silent and sensual ones. Like linking your pinkies, brushing your cheeks together, looking into your eyes, intertwining hands and especially pressing your foreheads together. Too often, he just cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes adoringly before bringing your face close to his. Pressing his forehead to yours, he closes his eyes- the proximity making you do the same in turn. He just feels you for the moment like that, letting your warmth seep inside his body in silence. He does whisper a few I love yous and uses his fingers to stroke the sides of your face and jaw dotingly while doing so.

☆ 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧/ 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗬𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- this is a ritual, a rule, an UNBREAKABLE law in the household istg.🙄 if you don’t give him his cherished good bye kisses, YOU CAN’T EVEN SHOVE HIM OUT THE DOOR even if you try..sigh. He will whine like a toddler and shamelessly beg for a kiss and before going to bed, he might even roll on the bedsheets like a nagging baby, who knows? 🤦🏻‍♀️ So you better give him his good morning, goodnight and goodbye kisses on time. 😚 but uhm, I’m warning you, this boy will come up with more- like “good evening kisses” “good afternoon kisses” and everything in between just to steal some more love from your sweet honey dripping lips. 💋

☆ 𝗣𝗘𝗧 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦- jake and pet names go hand in hand. He’s extremely fond of calling you by cute nicknames. As much as he loves to adress you by your name, he also loves calling you “baby girl.” “Angel” “darling” “sweetheart” cheesily. What he uses the most is “my love.” and he is gonna include it after every sentence. But, that one nickname that makes you blush the most and make you kick your feet in the air is when sim jake calls you “my princess” flirtily in his attractive asf aussie accent. ;) 😳

☆ 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘- jake is a keeper, and when he’s in love with you? He’s in love with you for a lifetime. So it goes without saying that he will dream about sharing a house with you one day, marrying you, making you his wife and having you as the mother of his children someday in the future. This man will giggle so much and blush with red cheeks imagining about his dreamy future with you, and oh god he’s even gonna come tell you how serious he’s about your relationship. When you will be cooking one day, he will be overwhelmed by the idea of you cooking for him daily as his ‘wife’ which is why he will dash to you with a bright smile and hug you from the back. Draping his arms around your stomach and resting his chin on your shoulder, he will give you a quick kiss on the neck before confessing excitingly but genuinely. “Baby?” “I can’t wait to marry you, I swear.” :’) <3

☆ 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦- he’s gonna talk about you nonstop all day, cause after all he CAN’T help it when you dominate his mind ALL DAY. :(( <33 you’re his 24/7 constant and he’s gonna talk about you to his members and layla with such fan eyes and permanent happy smile. He’s so proud to have you and won’t just shut up telling them how much you make him happy, even if he has repeated the same thing twice or thrice by now. Poor baby Layla doesn’t understand a thing but still looks at Jake with a nod to not break his excited heart (lol) and when he’s simping over you to sunghoon, expect him to frustratingly drag jake by the collar and leave him at your doorstep for you to take care of. XD 🥺

☆ 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠- jake can’t stay even 2 seconds away from you without blowing you flying kisses or showing you affection in some type of way. It’s impossible to tear his eyes off of you. He’s gonna blow kisses in the middle of his choreo as you watch their dance practice and when he’s waving you goodbye he’s gonna keep his eyes fixed on you and pout in your direction constantly (that causes him to bump straight into the hallway wall but anyways.) He’s the type of boyfriend who keeps opening the elevator door again and again when you walk him out, just bc it sucks for him to say you goodbye and he’s gonna try to hug and kiss you goodbye each time. </3 😩🥰

☆ 𝗦𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬- it’s important for him to always remind you how much he loves you. He always tries to give you these reminders so you keep feeling special and don’t yourself even for a single second. That’s how thoughtful and caring he is. Thus, no matter how busy he is, he will always sneak little ily texts and voice mails for you to read throughout the day. 🥺

☆ 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- jake being whiny, desperate and impatient for your kisses and messily kissing all over your mouth is so him. 👀😳 Latching his mouth inside yours sloppily and kissing you hastily all over, just to drench in the intoxicating wet feel of your mouth on his. He loves kissing you nonstop, dragging down his wet mouth to your neck and collarbones, and loves to use his tongue on your sensitive flesh to make you shiver. He doesn’t even wait to shut the door behind you, as soon as you see him, the first thing you feel is his lips on yours, that addicting mouth of his undressing every part of your body, one by one.

☆ 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦- midnight is the time for honesty and deep feelings. And that is exactly why jake loves staying up late just to talk to you. He finds you so fascinating and admires you so much more when he hears you talk about your most vulnerable and unfiltered thoughts. He himself likes talking about his emotions to you and it’s especially during these hours that he has deep and honest emotional conversations with you. He tells you how by being in his life, you saved his heart and gave him a new light to live with, how you were his angel who taught him all about love and how grateful he is for all the sacrifices you’ve made to be with him. :’) these are the times he makes promises to you- promises of holding your heart forever, caring for you, loving you more when you’re sad than happy and looking after you for the rest of his life with utmost sincerity.

☆ 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗦- Jake’s top priority is making sure you’re healthy and happy. Thus, he will always text you during meal times to ask you if you’ve eaten. AINT NO WAY YOU CAN EVER SKIP YOUR MEALS WHEN YOU ARE DATING SIM JAEYUN!!! 😡 cause If you do, he will pace at your doorstep in his thirty minute break, JUST TO BRING YOU FOOD and make you pinky promise him that you’re gonna finish it while he’s gone. 😭💞

☆ 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦- since he is someone who is bad with words irl, [especially with you bc 1) he is always struck too bad by your beauty and 2) bc of his overbearing love for you] he is gonna write hand written letters for you every chance he gets. He’s gonna draw cute emojis and *attempt* to draw you two holding hands which almost looks like it’s drawn by a kindergarten student and write down his feelings for you. Perhaps about a memory with you he couldn’t forget about, his thankfulness for your support or just how much his feelings for you have strengthened over time. Jake is gonna place these letters scattered throughout the house for you to find accidentally, e.g one tucked under your pillow, one under your bed side lamp and so on. He never fails to make you feel appreciated the way you deserve. <3

☆ 𝗚𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- this is 200% jake. His squeaky giggles are REMEDY. He’s completely the type of person to giggle and chuckle in between kissing you and then go back to kissing you only to end up giggling again. >.< he can be so playful and excited when kissing you sometimes, and both of you end up laughing and ending up on top of eachother from pure playful delight.

☆ 𝗖𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘- jake loves cuddling with you, embracing you, feeling you close to him all the FREAKING TIME. 😤 he has to snuggle you no matter where he is, putting his legs all over you, and resting his head in the crook of your neck. He can’t fall asleep without having you in his arms and will urge you to stay like that all night. You belong to him, which means you need to be with him too!! (Rule made by him, don’t ask me 🤨)

☆ 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬- as much as jake loves to baby you, he loves to be babied by only you sm. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he melts like ice cream when you ruffle his hair, kiss him on the forehead, rest his head on your lap and call him your baby. All his stress gets relieved in 1s when you do that and he turns into a giggling blushy poodle immediately. ☺️

☆ 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗦 & 𝗣𝗗𝗔- In Jake’s dictionary, there’s only one definition of hugging which is aka “gotta squish the air out of her bc I find her the cutest and I can’t contain my overwhelming love for her >.< <33”. Hence, this is the only way he needs to hug you. Holding you SUPER tightly in between his arms and swaying your body from side to the side, to the point where your feet is lifted off the ground and he’s carrying you in the air. Out in public, he loves holding your hands and especially holding your waist and tho he’s not someone who kisses you in front of others, he is totally someone who looks at you with his love struck vision all the time. <3

☆ 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗙𝗙- jake has a free and adventurous spirit and he’s down to trying so many new things with you. Especially moments with you where y’all can behave like goofy little dorks in love. Like trying out new restaurants around the city, trips to unknown destinations, outdoor camping, prank calling your friends and having loads of inner jokes that make you laugh like crazy best friends and partners in crime.

☆ 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘/ 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘- he’s the most observant and attentive person in the whole world and with you? It’s a whole different story. I feel he even knows the trivial details of you that most people miss- like which way you like parting your hair, what snacks you always get during the weekends, how many times YOU YAWN DURING THE DAY AND WHAT NOT. 🫠 you don’t even have to repeat anything twice, he notices everything on his own and always makes sure to do things you like and protect you from your dislikes. <3 ಥ_ಥ

☆ 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗦- if you’re Jake’s girl be prepared to see him sending you song lyrics randomly. Especially jb’s songs. “Picture perfect, you don't need no filter. Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you're a killer. Shower you with all my attention.Yeah, these are my only intentions” he is gonna text you with a snap of himself. Plus, the cutest thing is when he hums these songs as you guys spend your time together. He will dance with you, sing for you and plant a lot of kisses to the side of your head while doing so. <3

☆ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦- since jake is a very fashionable person who likes to try new CLOTHES SO MUCH, he’s gonna have so many shopping dates w you and will urge you to try different style of clothes with him. 🤩 will hype you up so much when you do, and it will be like your own personal fashion show w your #1 lover boy. 🥺😍

☆ 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗨𝗣- he’s a very loving person and also a curious person, so it’s no doubt that he will attempt to do your makeup and hair and dress you up. Will fail so miserably the first times around tho (bc he’s so clumsy he’s gonna tangle your hair in the curler and drop your makeup🙄) but then, he’s gonna be really good at it. He’s gonna take pride in his makeovers and will boast about it sm himself. Will take so many shots of you and make you look in the mirror 100 times, just so you shower him with compliments each time. <3 :p

☆ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦- couple rings are a must!! He’s gonna get you two matching rings and put in on your pinkies. “Pinky finger now, ring finger for our wedding baby🥰” He’s gonna dramatically explain and always link your two pinky fingers and show it off to all your friends.

☆ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗬 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗨𝗣 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦- this is so Jake?? He’s such a cliche and cheesy romantic person istg. “Do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your eyes.” “Want to go outside for some fresh air? You took my breath away”. “Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future”. “Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?” The saga just continues. When you smile and blush the first few times around, he’s gonna be so amused and from there on, he’s gonna come up with new ones everyday just to make you laugh and blush, which is his favourite sight ever. 🥺💞

☆ 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- he is addicted to kissing your neck and it’s not in an innocent way ahem.😳 he will come hug you from behind and plant his lips on your neck, tracing your most sensitive spots with his nose and stroking them with his lips to tempt you. Then, he begins to kiss your neck and collarbones with his wet lips, soon using his tongue to glide it up and down your length to make you shiver and whimper out his unholy name.

☆ 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧- making out sessions happen so damn frequently. 👅 pecks turn into kissing, and kissing ends with his tongue inside your mouth, swirling around yours and his hands tightly gripping your hips. He loves touching you, everywhere, his hands exploring beneath the material of your clothes and tracing your bare skin on sinful places. He loves to hold you down with his strength, sometimes pushing you to the nearest wall for support and most times, impatiently carrying you to the bed only to get on top of you. He loves kissing your mouth deep and with endless passion, his desperate actions causing you to moan right inside his mouth.

☆ 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗚𝗘 & 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧- your chest is his favourite soft cushion <3 he loves rubbing his face and giggling in your chest and uses his nose to tickle you >~< but then, soon he begins kissing your cleavage with his lips and drags it down, lower and lower, to the sweetest spot he could ever find.

☆ 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦- jake loves your hips so much and he loves cupping the sides of your hips with his palms :(( he finds you so sexy and can’t keep his hands off that place. He loves to pull you by the hips and press your bodies together, feeling your soft flesh rubbing against his own.

☆ 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥- jake and the princess treatment agenda. 🥹 whenever you’re tired, he’s gonna wash your hair in the shower for you and give you massages. From scalp massages to your shoulder and back, and don’t ask me why by the end of the shower, he has joined you and you guys are kissing so cozily and romantically in the bath tub. 🫣

☆ 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗔- must just must!!!!! Jake thinks he loves you the most already, but believe me when he sees you with LAYLA? When you play with her, pet her, hug her, sim jaeyun is in liquid state. T~T cutest thing ever. He’s gonna take you out with Layla to dog parks and make so many precious memories with you like this. You’re gonna be like a loving family of three and he’s also gonna hang your family picture in the living room of your shared apartment. <3

☆ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗠- jake can’t wait to introduce you to his mom but he’s gonna be really shy and awkward at the beginning. But after you date for half a year or a year and he’s sure he wants a future with you, he’s gonna make you meet his mom. 🥹 he loves it when his mom loves you and approves of you and from there, you’d be visiting her almost every weekend you get to! <3 she’s just as sweet as her son and both of you are extremely overjoyed that you’re to be a part of this sweet & loving family..so very soon. :’))

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🄰/🄽: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵. ♥︎ 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌! ^_^

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[lewkwoodnco]

I take you like you do your tea, with lemon and with honey - Lockwood x Reader/ Locklyle

And then you’re gone, along with half my hyper heart, leaving me alone with half-formed images of soil, rich and dark, burying what’s left of me. Oh darling, I wanted to write, I fear it is the future I hear calling, and I fear that it is from no further than our garden.

a/n: it's been a while since I've been inspired to write a fic impromptu and GOD have I missed it!! this was very cathartic to write and is one of my fav pieces of writing yet :) I decided to try something new by writing it in first person, from Lockwood's perspective, to the reader/Lucy (so it could technically also be considered a lockyle fic) there's not exactly a linear storyline heheh and i hope u enjoy!

warnings/tropes: first/second person writing, love??? fluff at least, sickeningly romantic, but also a dash of angst

word count: 720

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I watched you make your first cup of tea on a blustery January morning. The kitchen was too bright, and with the pounding in my head, it hurt my eyes to look. But I watched you add a drizzle of honey and a squeeze of lemon.

What's the point, I asked, of adding both honey and lemon? One sweet, the other sour, only tasting whichever’s sharper in the moment. You smiled at me. You held your cup like it was home. Outside, the curtains were singing and sighing. A new day had begun, just like any other, except now I knew how you took your tea.

You are a thousand different flavours that riddle my tongue blunt all the time. How to handle the scrapbook of memories that you are, I wonder. One moment you’re pressing a flare into my hand, making me promise not to blow up in a fit of recklessness, and the next you're resting your head on my chest, and I am too terrified to breathe.

When I'm in a mood and when you're rough with your words, I burn my tongue on you. A part of me eggs me on, pushes me to be something violent and unforgiving. Another part of me is crippled, and won't move on from the deathly quiet you left behind all those months ago. Tell me how I am supposed to love you when I don't have the capacity to do anything but, I wanted to demand. I was tired. Exhausted. You exhausted me. But still I thought, oh, love is stored in the tea leaves you wrung the very life out of.

What's the point, you say, if we are dizzy with grief as we spiral all the way down to ground zero, again? Then you look at me strange, and I realise no one's spoken. What’s the point, I ask, if we’re only running this into the ground. What’s this, you ask. I leave the door ajar.

On the morning of your trip, we’re having breakfast when George looks out the window and says the garden needs seeing to. He’s right - the grass needs cutting, the weeds need weeding but for a moment I watch the dandelions toss their heads in the wind. And then you’re gone, along with half my hyper heart, leaving me alone with half-formed images of soil, rich and dark, burying what’s left of me. Oh darling, I wanted to write, I fear it is the future I hear calling, and I fear that it is from no further than our garden. That night, I forget to sleep. I sit at the kitchen table just like I did in the morning, and continue watching their ghostly heads sway in a nonexistent breeze. I dream of you, miles away from me, and I humour myself by thinking you can feel the disease rotting away at my heart. It is some dream that you float back home, back to me, on a cloud of hope and contentment. It is some dream that I can make you happy.

I hold you close to my chest when my throat is raw, clutching you desperately like a promise for salvation. You tell me I'm hallucinating, and press a cold pack to my head, and I'm too weak to explain myself. I’m terrible and you don’t know half of it. You yell at me, wrap up my scrapes, and make my tea something bitter awful, and you still don’t know. You sit there at the corner of the table with your pencils, colouring something happy, and you don’t know that you make me half decent.

Every day, I hold you like water in my hands. You are forever slipping away and there is nothing I can do about it. I am no anchor, but rather the rough seas which capsize any hope for freedom from calamity.

There is the sweet, and there is the sour. There is the good, and there is the bad. I take them both. I take it with your palm slotted against mine, grimacing, like a bitter vitamin. I take it all. Just keep your fingers laced with mine.

Maybe love is the brew you use to irrigate my system when you get too sick of my cough. Or, maybe, love is you, and not your tea.

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[aromanticautiesworld]

MARTINER PLS IM BEGGING FOR ANYTHING FERN X READER 😓

Specifically a gn!musician reader who's chill and easy going, (sort of balances fern out/similar to marshall lee) who teases fern sometimes and becomes friends with fern, fern develops a crush on them and gets jealousy of the friendship between finn and the reader and finally gets the guts to confess.

ADD ANYTHING TO THE PROMPT BC YOURE A GREAT WRITER <333

AHGJH THANK U!! i LOVE this req btw im gonna incorporate it into my belief system

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fern with a musician gn!reader (art by mee!)

word count: 1789

The first time, he met you through Finn.

One lousy sunday evening Finn invited you over (he will often invite people over to the treehouse with no warning), the sky was halfway dark, and you looked like you walked all the way here.

You wore a large case on your back, hair tied up and a pencil slid behind your ear. Slung across your shoulder was a duffel bag which he would soon discover was full of paper (paper is weird to think about. It used to be trees, and he’s kinda related to trees now. It’s not cannibalism yet, but it’s close. Corpse desecration, maybe. He doesn’t feel that strongly about it anyways, nor does he feel very close to the trees, even if he technically is) with scrawled half-written lyrics all over them.

“Anyone home?” You half-yell from the bottom of the treehouse. Finn was out on the deck, doing who-the-hecking-gob-knows-what with Jake.

Fern sits perched from his up hiding spot (you could only see his glowing eyes, if you were looking up). He slithers down the ladder, remaining unseen (he doesn’t want to be. They’re a new person. New people are scary), tail flicking.

When you notice him, you quickly turn around. “Hey,” You squint. “Finn?”

There is a pause as he is torn between opting out of this conversation entirely and actually talking. “Fern, actually.”

“Oh. Cool name,”

“I picked it.”

“My parents gave me mine, but I’m considering changing it.”

“Why would you wanna change your name?”

You shrug, “I like to live my life on the edge. Me n’ your roommate got a jam sesh happening right now, you should join,”

There’s a beat of silence. “…I don’t think I’m invited. Grass boys can’t play the flute. Grass boys can’t even breathe.” Fern crosses his arms and looks down, frowning.

Worry flickers over your eyes, if you blink you’ll miss it. “Hmm…” You look to the side, in thought. “Well, now you are. ‘Grass boy’.” You smile ever so slightly when using the nickname he’s given for himself.

“Hey! Only I get to call myself that!”

“Sure, grass boy. C’mon, he’s probably out on the deck,” You walk to the ladder, gesturing for him to follow.

And, for no reason he can think of, he follows you. It’s like he wants to be around you, which is weird. He usually stops himself from being around people, they either treat him like he is Finn or like he’s the opposite. He’s not either, though.

He picks off a flower from his shoulder. Where did that come from?

The fourth time, you had a BFF sleepover. Fern had crawled onto the outside of the tree, to both not intrude and not do something wrong (it was the worst thing when Jake looked at him like that. He doesn’t want you to look at him like that too). The distant sounds of the Candy Kingdom and Jake lamenting at not winning card wars are all the sounds there are, up there.

Until the sounds of someone crawling onto the roof with him.

He sharply turns, ready to fight off whatever evil was trying to kidnap Finn or Jake (or both) this time. But no, it’s just you again.

“Was Jake too mean in card wars?”

“No, I just lost. They’re playing elimination, I don’t feel like watching the rest.”

You plop down right next to him.

“Y’ever been there?” You look up at the sky.

Fern squints, “That cloud?”

“No, pom-pom. The sky.” (This was a new nickname, made after the discovery of his dandelion tail).

“No. Wait! Yes. Magic man was doing some b-s with my bro, so I had to meet the immortal King of Mars.”

“Then what?”

“He died.”

You snort. It wasn’t an intentional joke, but he gets that weird buzzy feeling again.

“Whoa, poms. You’re like, covered in flowers.”

Finn groans. “Aghh! Again??” He sits up and rushes to brush the reds, yellows and oranges off himself.

He turns to you smiling at him in his flower frenzy, frown heavy upon his face.

“What?” He asks, accusatory, grass puffed up (the image reminds you of an angry cat).

“Nothing. Just you.”

Fern’s tail twitches, he de-puffs and he brings his knees to his chest.

It’s quiet again, you both sitting in comfortable silence.

“We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather,

But we've got each other, and that's even better.

You don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms,

Wishes come from you and not a random shooting star.

We may not have storm clouds, but the sky's always blue,

We've got something special here

And what we have is you

What we have is you

What we have is you…”

You look over to grass-boy, asking if he liked it, but you stop yourself halfway. He was asleep.

You brush the stray hairs out of his face, before climbing back off the roof to probably lose card wars again. Such is the tragedy of sleepovers.

Fern would later wake up, and have an important realization.

Fern messes around with his…Finn’s old racecar track toy. He then drops it to the floor.

“I got a question for you, Finn.”

“What’s up, dude?”

“If I…hypothetically…liked…someone… how would I go about doin’ that?”

“You got a crush?”

“No! It’s hypothetical.”

Finn squints at him.

“Hypothetical.”

Finn continues to squint.

“Hy-po-the-ti--”

“No no, I got it.”

“Okay.”

“Well…I would say you tell them how you feel.”

Flowers cover his face again. “Noooooo!! What if they don’t like me back? What if they like someone else?”

Finn shrugs, “Then they don’t like you back. I had a crush on PB for years, she never liked me back and we’re still friends.”

“But what if…”

“Dude.” Finn stops him. “You got this.”

Fern would appreciate his cheering on, but he’s not so sure Finn would say the same thing had he known it was you, or that he’s got this. He knows you like spending time with Finn more than him.

The ???th time (he’s lost count), you invited him along again, with Finn, (and basically everyone else in Ooo, to be honest. It happens when you’re friends with Finn) to a TV night for your birthday. It was an old one you scavenged up, “My Little Pony” or something (his favorite character is Rainbow Dash).

After many weeks of toeing around the idea of asking you out (that time you guys made pancakes, when you went for a dip in the river He’s going to do it tonight.

You sat next to him (close. to him), singing along to the many, many songs over the noise of the crowd behind the couch.

“No, I do not love the groom, in my heart there is no room—” You lean into him and he mumbles along with the lyrics, small smile on his face.

“Finally the moment has arrived! For me, to be one lucky bride…” Finn is also singing. He pauses, staring off into space, before snapping up. “Oh yeah!”

“Hm?” You look across Fern to him.

“C’mere dude, I gotta show you something!”

You get up from his side, going with Finn, and leaving him disappointed.

He follows the duo, though the mild party and to the hallway where Finn was lugging a huge box.

“I got you a present!”

“Oh, awesome,”

“You wanna open it?”

“Hold on,” You pull a pair of scissors out of your pocket. Why it was in there, no one will ever know.

Fern then gets hit by the realization that he forgot to get you a present. How the heck did he think he could just /show up/ to your party without one?

“Oh, Finn, this is so cool! Thanks so much,” You admire the new guitar you’d window shopped for a few weeks ago, which Finn had apparently taken notice of.

“It’s NP, DW about it.”

“Why are you talking in acronyms?”

“It’s a new thing I’m trying out.”

Fern shuffles over to you. “Hey, um, [ ]? Can I talk to you about something?”

“What’s up?”

He lowers his head more. “Can I talk to you about it in private?”

You look back at Finn, then nod and gesture for him to follow into a more secluded hallway, the muffled sounds of dance music vibrating through the walls.

You don’t say anything, and instead are listening intently (terrifying). Fern has to take a deep breath to steady himself.

“I….um….” He begins to fidget with his hands, “I think you’re really cool. And…you’re one of the only people who doesn’t look at me like a monster. And I like hanging out with you and I wanna hang out more and…”

You nod, urging him to continue.

“…andddddd I—”

“AAAAAAAH!” A scream from the party interrupts him.

“GIANT WORM!”

You both immediately run out, to see a monster breaking through one of the walls of your house, jerking around violently as Finn already had his sword around its neck (?).

Fern rushes in, grass sword already whipped out.

He joins Finn on its head (? Again. It’s a worm) stabbing it, rapidly. Its pink blood drips down the side of its face, onto your floor. It begins jerking and twitching even more violently now, trying to shake Fern off.

Finn struggles, and tries to get a stable footing, before the force it’s using to try and get both him and Fern off plunges Finn’s sword right through its neck.

Its head falls right to the floor, Fern still on it, who is still stabbing.

Finn continues to fight the rest of the worm’s body, which has since retreated outside and is currently trying to spit acid at him, leaving barren spots in the grass with only mildly dissolved dirt.

You crouch in front of Fern, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I think it’s had enough, grass boy,”

He looks up at you, then back down at the corpse-head, and re-sheathes the grass sword.

“What were you saying?”

Feen blinks. What was he saying?

You stare at him, intently.

Oh yeah, absolute fear. “I…..”

“……reallyreallylikeyou. Alotalot.” He snaps his eyes shut when he says it, only opening one a moment later to gauge your reaction.

You knew this already, but you wanted to wait until he was sure of his feelings.“Awww, I like you too! you little pom-pom.” You squish his (flower covered) face.

“Stop it!” He complains.

“Nope, we're partners. You can’t escape me now,”

‘Nooooooooooo…”

“Go Fern! Yeahhh!” Finn shouts from where he stood on the decapitated corpse on the worm, covered in pink blood.

You giggle, before it slowly subsides. “Wait a minute. How am I gonna pay for my house?”

[staticl0ve]

Connor x Fem!Reader (18+, 3.5k words) 💙 Part One

Part Two. Inexperienced lovers. Friends to lovers. Human AU. Fluff. Soft smut, oral (f!receiving)

(18+)

Sex & Lemonade 2

Summer winds sweep through dandelion fields, pulling soft tuffs of white fuzz into the air. Grass flows in waves, as do the large starry leaves of an aged oak tree. Sunlight bleaches the canopy gold and lime green. 

You’re resting on your back beneath rustling leaves. Against your skin is a thick, knitted blanket with multicolored geometric patterns, protecting you from the sharpness of fresh cut grass. Picnic treats are laid out around a basket, half eaten sandwiches, washed fruit, and cold packaged juice boxes. Past the tall grass and wildflowers, cottony swirls of clouds drift lazily across the vast blue sky.

“I spy… a unicorn,” you say to the man beside you.

Connor lies on his side, tucking an arm under his chin and legs bending just enough to have his knees brush against yours. His cheeks are a little sun kissed and flushed from your proximity. Brown eyes track your tongue as it flickers out to wet your lips between words. The action brings forth thoughts of you in his bedroom with a glass of lemonade and reminds him of what your tongue can do or how good it feels curling up and stroking his—

“Connor?”

Shit. He’s stammering, lashes fluttering and cheeks reddening. “I… I… uhm. Is it that one?”

A pale hand raises over your face, index finger pointing at a tuft of two clouds with a vaguely horse shaped head connecting to a pointy, wind blown horn. Your teeth flash, eyes squinting from a silly grin. Connor leans in closer, fingers busying themselves with a stray ribbon from your crop top. It’s attached to a corset center of criss-crossed satin and while you’re lying back, bare middle in view, he’s distracted by the thought of what might happen if he… pulled.

“Yes!” you say, dragging him out of his reverie. “You’re so good at this.”

There’s nothing in your sweet voice to imply anything else and yet he feels a bolt of heat, a twitch of interest from your words. Connor’s been thinking about you nonstop for the past few days. Ever since he learned how good you could make him feel, he’s been wondering whether or not he could make you feel the same, if not, better.

Your thighs shift as you arch your back for a quick stretch, skirt pooling around your mid thigh, leaving Connor with a tempting view of vast amounts of skin. Why did it have to be summer? He’s cursing the weather and wishes for snow, thick layers, and warm blankets for modesty. Although… he’s quick to imagine what could be done beneath a blanket and he’s already yelling at his single tracked mind.

While Connor’s busy fretting about the temperature, the wind picks up, taunting him by lifting your clothes further from your skin and the same colorful ribbon wrapped around your chest beckons him. You seem to catch that he’s not quite present with you and laugh softly. A cool and damp green grape presses against his lips, your fingers wrapping around the other end.

“You look like you need a snack,” you tease. “You’re… staring into space.”

He bites into the delicate flesh and tastes a burst of sour and sweet. Caramel eyes find yours as his tongue flattens against the bitten fruit to catch the juice which drips. There’s a flicker of wet, warmth against your skin and you wonder if Connor’s tongue grazing your fingers was an accident. You think you get your answer as his tongue curls around the grape and pops it from your hand and into his mouth.

Smiling, he lets out a content hum when he finishes chewing. “So sweet.”

All that exists is the small space between you and him and like the clouds above, the breeze pushes and pulls you two into one shape. Connor leans in closer, hovering over your laid out form, his nose brushing over your bare shoulder. Softly, he says your name like he always has since you were a little girl and he a little boy. You blink back at him, returning his smile.

“I… wanted to ask…” His eyes track down your chest and towards your knees where your thighs are pressed tightly together. “If… if you don’t mind that I returned your favor?”

“Favor?”

You go to sit up a little, but he stills you with a gentle press of his palm to your abdomen. The contact means your bare skin meets his hand and a flush of heat rushes down his back. Gulping, he smiles sheepishly, aware of how the tips of his ears must be turning as red as his cheeks.

“Y-yes, I… I would like a chance to make you feel good.” He looks at you then, large honeyed eyes dripping with sweetness. He’s the picture of dreamy, young love, his thick lashes fluttering, cheeks dimpling with another anxious smile. “Would you like to experience that with me?”

You stare back at your best friend, a little lost for words. There’s a distracting throb at your core as you mull over his offer. Your chin lifts and lowers in a small nod. Receiving your answer, Connor moves to lean over you properly, lowering himself to his elbows until your faces are inches apart.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

You wonder if you’ll taste fruit on his lips.

“Please,” you reply.

He makes a soft noise, an almost whimper at your gentle pleading. Lips gently press against yours and his moan grows in volume. He’s been replaying how you’ve kissed him over and over, and he’s realizing his memories don’t hold a candle to the real thing. You fit perfectly beneath him, hands roaming up his chest, fingers kneading into cotton.

Connor loves how you shyly explore the planes of his muscles. Growing more confident, your hand wanders further up, tracing his collarbone and strong, taut neck muscles. He leans into your touch, hips bucking when you pull at his hair. His lips tug gently at your bottom lip and his nose bumps into yours— asking— begging silently and he hopes you can feel the need radiating from him.

Your mouth opens and welcomes him to explore, his pink tongue licking at your pillowy cheeks and scraping against sharp teeth until he finds your tongue. You can taste grape on his lips and smell the sunscreen which coats his skin. Connor drinks in your moans, lets his hand wander further down. Mischievously, his thumb catches on a perk nipple hiding behind thin cloth and you gasp his name beneath him.

He parts from the kiss to study your face and the golden glint in his eyes turn darker than molasses. It’s a look you’ve seen when he’s concentrating and plotting his way to victory at a board game or when he’s chasing you in tag… only a different hunger lurks around the edges of his eyes, causing a thrill to run down your spine. Connor blinks and it’s gone, replaced with another blush of his cheeks.

“May I?” His fingers catch onto the satin holding your shirt together. You nod again, lips curling in anticipation.

Nimble fingers pull at the bow wrapped around your chest, slipping in between to loosen the ribbon until your breasts spill from your top.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty,” he moans, dipping his head to your chest. He swirls a tongue around one nipple and uses his hand to rub faint circles over your other one. It’s a ticklish sensation and you’re caught between a giggle and a moan. Connor’s on a different planet, mouth latching more tightly on your breast as he moves his hands to your thighs, strong fingers pushing your skirt up higher.

“Connor…” You squirm as cool air hits damp lace. His thumbs rub into your inner thighs, tracing the seam of your underwear.

“May I… use my mouth on you?”

It’s your turn to stammer and your cheeks instantly feel hot. “No one has— I mean— I’ve never…”

He’s earnest, understanding and smiles back at you from between your breasts. “Neither have I. I’ve always wanted to try this with...” He corrects himself and glances away, suddenly too shy for direct eye contact. “Please, may I taste you?”

“Y-yes.”

Sliding down, his hands are on you, fingers squeezing reassuringly at your hips. They roam further, pulling down your panties and you lift your hips to help him. It gets tossed nearby, somewhere between the edge of the blanket and onto the grass. With both hands, he pushes your skirt up, letting the material pool over your hips. Connor groans at the sight of your bare sex, teeth capturing his lower lip.

“Will you show me what you like?” he asks while pulling your hand lower. His cheeks are warm when he rests the side of his head on your thigh.

“I… I’m not sure…” you stammer back.

Of course, it wasn’t like you haven’t spent time getting to know yourself on nights when your core ached, keeping you from a peaceful night’s sleep. There were also a few curious nights in college with some cute guys… but this was Connor, the boy who had the worst, squeaky voice in puberty, now a man asking you eagerly, voice low and tempting.

He’s still watching you with all the intention to study you like you were a topic he had to ace. As you blink back at him, his hand intertwines with yours. 

“Guide me. Please,” he begs. “Use my hand.” And my tongue, he hopes, but there will be time for that when you’re ready.

You listen because, god, Connor’s never sounded this desperately enthused before. You’re getting flashbacks to prom, when you both went as friends, his cheeks pinched in excitement as you joined him for a slow dance. It’s hard to know when it happened, the moment you both stopped being friends and something more. Was it then? Was it earlier this week when you had his cock down your throat?

Or is it now?

With your hand above his, you trace the bumps of his veins and large knuckles before guiding two of his fingers where you need it. He takes in a shuddering inhale when his skin makes contact with your wet folds, collecting your slick. You’re wet, warm and teasing him by letting him trace the seam of your sex, not quite letting him in. Connor swears he can feel a faint pulse and lingers, hoping he may get a chance to feel more of it.

Moving his hand back up, you bring him to your swollen clit, coaxing him to add pressure, allowing the pads of his fingers to manipulate soft, smooth skin. A moan escapes your lips when he manages to find an angle which makes your toes curl.

“Here?” His eyes are bright, brows raised curiously. He rubs in tight circles around that spot, cheek dimpling when your back arches off the picnic blanket. Your name leaves his lips. “How does it feel?”

“G-good. Mmm! Really good.”

It’s not enough, you’re feeling awfully empty and fluttering around nothing. You squirm, hips twisting and he accidentally brushes past your folds. He’s quick to apologize, the sharp sound of an S reaches your ears but you’re already pushing his palm lower, guiding him into you.

“Oh…” he gasps at the wetness that floods around his fingers. Connor’s done this part before, felt the warmth of another partner on his hands. He thought the experience meant he wouldn’t be fumbling nervously with you, but he is because you’re soaking from the anticipation of his touch. Cheeks red, a moan parts his lips as he watches his fingers slip in deeper. Tightness and heat pools between his thighs, the space in his jeans feels more restrictive with each passing moment, a need he ignores to satiate a different curiosity. His mouth feels parched and well, his tongue is already halfway out…

“Mmm! Connor!”

Your hand instinctively finds the back of his head, nails raking through soft hair. His tongue is warm and wet, applying light pressure with broad, flat licks. Connor’s inexperience shows, his motions unsure as he experiments with a variety of directions. He watches for your reactions, corrects his movements to find the areas where he should lavish attention to. And when he sharpens his tongue on one spot, really curls his tongue across it, you let out a wrecked moan. It’s music to his ears so he keeps at it, swirling at your nerves until the hand in his hair becomes conflicted with pushing him away while your thighs cage him in.

Abruptly, the feeling is gone as his head pops up. You’re expecting furrowed, worried brows and large, blown out brown eyes. Instead, he’s leaning over your pelvis with a dark shimmer in his eyes and a small quirk in the corner of his lips. His pale skin is shiny in the sunlight, chin damp and he flicks his tongue out to catch remnants of your taste.

“Was that… okay?” he asks, voice small and seeking affirmation. There’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes that tells you he already knows your answer.

“Yes, yes—” Your words slur and get swallowed by a stifled moan as he returns to his place between your thighs. You think  he’s pretty like this, too. His dark hair is a mess, curled bangs in his face as he searches for new ways to make you feel light and airy and taut all at once.

How well you react to his touch makes his heart swell with pride, knowing he can make you breathless in the way that you’ve done for him. He wonders if it’ll always be like this, you and him casually hanging out, exchanging long glances until the tension breaks into something more intimate. This is the second time in a week that the limits of what constitutes as platonic activities has reached the point where his chest aches for something more.

He’s lived through summers with you as a boy, has spent them riding bikes across miles of suburbia, grabbing refreshments filled with ice, and huddling close together on a couch to nap away the day… only for him to peek an eye open as you slept while he wondered what it’d be like when you were both older. As an optimist, he’d like to think that this summer is where he’ll find that answer.

“Oh, god! Connor… yes!”

A smile quirks his lips up and he’s laughing a little to himself as he licks at your clit.

“It’s not too much is it?”

It’s that damn sweet voice of his, dripping with sincerity but his tone never matches the almost cocky twitch of his lips. You can hardly focus on the leaves scattered above you, the clouds blending into the blue skies. All you feel is Connor, your best friend’s tongue, and his thick fingers which begin to move slowly from within.

“N-no, s’perfect,” you reply, one hand still lost in his hair and the other fisting the picnic blanket so as to not hurt the brunette between your legs. 

He tests how pliant you are, stroking you open and feeling up similar nerves that make your thighs tremble. It stokes a warming sensation in your lower belly as he fills you to his knuckles, crooks his fingers in time with his licks around your clit. When you clench tightly around him, he groans, tongue vibrating as it laps at your swollen bud. He can hear the squelch of your slick by his ears and can’t resist moving his free hand to grind his crotch into.

“Sweetheart,” Connor coos, lips pressed to your sex while he talks. “Please, let me taste you. Please.”

You barely squeak out a “yes” before his wet fingers leave you, sliding up to replace his tongue in rubbing circles. His face digs in, nose pressed beneath your clit as his tongue shyly prods at the seam of your sex. He runs his tongue up your slit, catching the slick that drips. You hear a muffled “fuck” and he’s suddenly, merciless, completely forgone the notion of a slow pace. It’s an exchange of trust between friends, although lovers almost suits you two better. You’re laid out for him to taste as he’s sprawled out for you to use and Connor feels incredibly lucky to be the first to discover how sweet you are.

His name leaves your lips, his brown hair pulled by your fingers as your hips rise to meet his tongue. It encourages him to push in deeper, his wet and warm appendage stroking silken muscles. He’s using the quake of your thighs, moans, and squirming hips as his guide to all the right spots.

“God,” he murmurs between breathy breaks. A groan, halfway to a growl vibrates his tongue. He lays a kiss to your inner thigh, sharp teeth nipping playfully. “You taste so sweet.”

Connor plunges back in before you can reply, filling you once again with his tongue. You tighten around him as his fingers move faster, coating your clit in the combined mess between your thighs. In the background, you catch him bucking his hips into his hand like a desperate teenager.

“Are you…?” You moan again, distracted by a talented flick of his tongue. “A-are you touching yourself? God, you’re such a good boy.”

Connor nearly spills into his denim, hips stuttering. He doubles his efforts, swapping again to fill you with his fingers. When his mouth wraps around your clit, a sucking pressure pulls at your nerves, making your back arch off the blanket. Brown eyes rake over your exposed breasts, the filtered sunlight kissing your skin and the wrecked, half lidded glance you give him. He thinks it can’t get better than this, lying under clouds with the summer sun hidden through dense leaves, and his childhood crush making a mess of his face.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

Oh, so it can get better. Connor whines from the combined friction of his hand, your tightness and imagines how perfect you’d feel surrounding him. He can see it now, you with your legs around his waist, back arched the way it is now— fuck, you’d feel so much better than the dull friction he’s getting through thick denim.

“Baby, please. I want to… I… I want to come with you,” he pants breathlessly.

A string of please’s connects until it’s melded into one unintelligible word and he’s mumbling it while desperately fucking you with his mouth and fingers. The strand of reality keeping you on this plane snaps and you suddenly feel like you’re drifting in a warm ocean, basking in the glow of the sun. Your body sinks into the water and bobs back up, dipping in and out of euphoria in waves.

The sharp cry of Connor’s name leaving your lips is all it takes for him to follow shortly after you. He works you through the afterglow, tongue lazily dragging over a swollen bud of nerves. His hands, wet as they are, drag up your legs to grip your hips. Arms outstretching, you try to coax him to lie on top of you and he rises up from his knees until his face hovers over yours.

“My face is quite messy, I’m unsure if…” he begins when you wrap a hand around his neck and pull his face lower. Shaking your head to disagree with him, you crush your mouth to his and taste yourself on his lips.

Sweet and tart, like summer fruit.

Your hand wanders, cramming to fit between a small gap in his jeans and bare skin and finds the sticky mess in his clothes. Connor moans softly when he feels your fingers caress his cock,  catching a sample of his release. You bring your hand to your lips and he’s watching you intensely, mouth parting around another curse word. Your tongue wraps around your fingers, lips sucking his slick off your hand.

“You taste like summer,” you tell him, smiling softly.

The light catches around his hair and shoulders in a golden halo as he hovers over you. Evidence of your afternoon together is marked on him and Connor wears it proudly. Slowly, his lips spread, eyes softening and you swear you can see your futures in them.

“You, too,” he whispers back.

An arm wraps around your waist and hugs you to him, his face lost in the crook of your neck. Your eyes close, enjoying the cool breeze, his warm body on yours. Connor turns to kiss you in a way that tells you summer is only the beginning of something new between you and the boy you’ve known your whole life.

Leaves drift overhead, carrying themselves across fields of wildflowers. A train sounds off in the distance as he reaches over your head, plucking a dandelion from the grass. White tuff clings to a stem as it’s brought to your lips.

“Make a wish,” he says.

You think of Connor, lips picked up at the corners, freckled cheeks turning tanner by the day and make your wish.

-

💙 To Connor’s masterlist.

[cloudcountry]

flower crowns & a sunlit dream.

Genre/Tropes: MUTUAL PINING but it's REALLY heavy on Sebek's side. Unestablished relationship.

Summary: You decided to get some fresh air and relax, and Sebek decided to tag along. And by that, of course, I mean he can't say no to you.

Author's Comments: I wanted to write something nice for Sebek because a lot of people don't like him and I'm like "guys :(((( he's trying his best :((((" Also we both like reading and hate coffee which I think is really funny LMAO

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The warmth of the sun was like instant stress relief as you stepped out into it. Breathing in the fresh air, you made a mental note to stay in the front lawn on Ramshackle a bit longer to decompress. With Grim holding onto your pant leg as he prattled on about tuna cans and the like, you made your way back to the dorm with a spring in your step.

The fence surrounding your run down building had never looked so beautiful.

Gently patting Grim on the head, you sent him off into the house to snack on his canned fish. He went happily, rushing through the doorway as his tail swished happily behind him. You were just about to go lay down in the grass and watch the clouds when you heard rapid footsteps approaching from behind you.

There was only one person they could belong to.

“Hello, Sebek.” you said, continuing your way into the grass and flowers.

“Human!” he yelled, skidding to a stop behind you as his bag thumped against his hip, “What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you running around like your ass is on fire?” you hummed, sitting down in the grass, “Why don’t you come join me and relax? We have the next two days of school off, you know.”

“I don’t have the time!” Sebek snapped, spinning on his heel to book it back down the pathway.

“Oh please, I’m sure you do. What else could you possibly be doing right now?” you sighed glancing around at the meadow of flowers before you.

You were all too familiar with Sebek’s eccentricities and how to slowly put a stop to them.

“Oooh, dandelions! Hmm...I think they would suit you.” you gasped, gently plucking them from the dirt.

“What? Flowers?” he turned back towards you, eyes narrowing as the weird weaving you were doing with the freshly picked dandelions.

“Yeah. C’mere.” you patted the spot on the ground next to you.

“But-!” Sebek flushed as you narrowed your eyes at him, patting the spot next to you more.

He pursed his lips and sat down ungracefully on the rustling grass, unable to stop himself from glancing around awkwardly. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, or even what to do around you. You were so confusing to him, especially when you acted like this. He watched you as you hummed a soft tune, weaving the flowers into a circular shape. Sebek felt his heart seize in his chest, a reminder that the way he felt about you was never to be revealed. It didn’t matter how nice you were to him even though he screamed at you to go away, you’d always make him feel weird in the best way possible.

Shuffling around next to you, he rested his chin on his hands. There was no use trying to fight you off when you wanted him around. He’d learn a while ago that he was a little too weak for you.

“Here!” you held up the crown of flowers, setting it on his head, “I knew it. Dandelions suit you.”

He felt his face explode with warmth as you smiled at him, the light wind rustling your hair in a way that made it impossible for him to look away.

“Wh- I- Ah-” he cursed himself for not being able to speak, but you seemed to think reducing him to an embarrassed mess was funny, “If you’ll excuse me! I have a book to get to-!”

“Ooooh, what are you reading this time?” you asked, scooting closer to him.

Too close!

He jolted back, coughing sheepishly into his fist. You didn’t seem weirded out, only smug. How rude!

“It’s about a witch and a princess.” he grumbled, ignoring the happy twinge in his chest when you asked. Nobody really cared to ask what he was reading except for you.

“And?” you beamed. Rather cutely, might he add.

Curse you, human!

“The princess and the witch work together to rid the kingdom of the corrupt government running in it the princess’s absence! They tried to kill her years ago but failed, and the witch and her go on this huge adventure where they get into a lot of trouble and....” he froze, realizing how animated he’d gotten with you watching him like he deserved to be listened to like that.

You nodded slowly, a nonverbal request for him to keep talking. Sebek looked away, brow furrowing.

“Human! I won’t spoil it for you! Read it yourself.” he produced it from his bag, shoving it into your arms.

“Won’t you read it to me?” you asked, holding it like it was a precious treasure, “You were looking for someplace to read in peace, right? You can just pretend I’m not here.”

“But...But I’d have to start from the beginning!” he protested.

“Isn’t that better than just giving it to me, though? It looks like you’re almost done, but if you read it to me you could just mark that spot too and take it back to your dorm with you!” you argued.

He huffed, snatching the book back. You laughed, scooting closer once again.

“Checkmate.” you teased.

“Quiet! You want me to read to you, don’t you?” he hissed, opening up the book.

The first few sentences were a pain to get through, since he could feel you staring at him. The longer he kept at it though, the less it bothered him. You were just a little human, after all. There was no reason to be so nervous! Yeah! He could totally do this-

A warm pressure on his thigh made him jump out of his skin, eyes wide as he looked down at you.

While he was reading, you’d made yourself comfortable against his thigh, pretty eyes staring up at him as you waited for him to continue.

“Is this okay?” you asked, and all he could look at were your lips.

“Fine! It’s fine! Just don’t bother me again, human!” he yelled, face aflame once again.

He tried to hide his blush with the book, but it was in vain. He knew you could still see the way his ears burned red and the way his hands shook, and he knew you’d stay by his side and poke fun at him whenever you possibly could to see him flustered all over again.

But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind you all that much.

[shambledbylaw]

Fire Fists First Love

Imagine: Fire Fist Ace and Reader fall in love but don't realize it till they are running in a field of Dandelions on an Island the Whitebeard Pirates are getting supplies at. (Fluff) Listen to: Dandelions by Ruth B

Being apart of the Whitebeard Pirates you've felt so loved, you feel so much love for your captain and crew. There's one man you love more than anything. "Ace." you think to yourself while you watch him laughing with Marco and the rest of the crew. You just got to an island with beautiful views and fields of dandelions, waiting for your captain to give you each a supply to look for. While waiting you caught Ace staring at you, smiling while Marco says something to him out the corner of your eye.

Ace's POV

"You know you two keep staring at each other every day, all day, right?" Marco asked Ace who was staring at you, while waiting for pops to tell everyone what supplies we need and who to get which supply. "What? ... What are you talking about we're just friends." Ace said as he put his hand on his neck, feeling a little flustered. Marco rolled his eyes and put his hand on Ace's shoulder, turning him to look at him as he sarcastically said, "Sure and I can swim." "You and (Y/n) are more than just friends, you just need to tell each other." Ace looked at Marco confused "How do I tell my best friend and crewmate I love her?", "What if she doesn't feel the same and I ruin our friendship?" Marco scoffed "Please, it's so obvious you two are in love, that the whole crew, even pops is rooting for you both." Ace's eyes about jumped out of his head when he looked at Marco, clear shock written all over his face. "I wasn't that obvious of my feelings, was I?" he thought to himself. Marco knew exactly what Ace was thinking. "You two are obviously in love, everyone but yourselves can see that.", "Why don't you ask (Y/n) to go to the dandelion field together and I'll tell pops where you two will be so you both aren't interrupted." he smiled at Ace, placing his hands on his shoulders. Before Ace could object or try to talk his way out of it, Marco pushed Ace into the back of you and ran to tell pops the news.

Back to your POV

You stumbled forward when someone or something hit your back, you turned around only to be met with Ace's face close to yours. You blushed and smiled at Ace as he backed away a little blushing. "S....Sorry (Y/n) um.... would you like to go to the dandelion fields with me?" he asked a little nervous. His heart was in his stomach, waiting to be rejected or laughed at, but the huge smile that broke out on your face made him calm down. "I'd love to Hot Head." you exclaimed while laughing at his nickname you gave him. You and Ace headed to the dandelion fields, when you both got there, you smacked him playfully on the arm. "Catch me if you can!" you yelled as you took off in a full sprint into the dandelions as Ace smiled big sprinting after you. Both of you running and laughing till Ace caught you, tripping, you both fell into the dandelions breathing heavy as you both stared up at the sky and the clouds; not worrying about the world outside of this moment. Ace sat up next to you, looking at you sincerely "(Y/N) can I ask you something?" You sat up, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Of course, Ace, we come to each other about any and everything." he nodded his head, swallowing hard. "(Y/n), I.... I'm not sure if I'm saying this right or if you feel the same but I love you, I love how you make me feel. I want to be with you, protect you, fight side by side with you and annoy you for as long as I can, for as long as you'll want me. Will you be not only my best friend but my girlfriend?" As he said the last sentence, he looked at you with eyes full of love and a huge smile on his handsome freckled face. A small gasp escaped your lips as you never thought your best friend would feel the same way. You blinked twice quickly realizing you haven't said anything, but instead just staring at him shocked. A huge smile appeared on your face as you brought your right hand to lay on his cheek. "Ace, I love you too. I would love to be your girl; you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." Ace placed his hand over yours on his cheek, as he whispered, "You've made me so happy babygirl." kissing you on the lips, as you blushed at the cute name. You and Ace sat in the field with his head on your lap, while you ran your fingers through his hair.

You walked hand in hand with Ace back to the ship, stealing glances and kisses the whole way with him placing his hat on your head. Once back to the ship Pops, Marco, and the rest of the crew wanted to celebrate your new relationship with food and sake. You smiled as Marco patted Ace on the back and pops laughed before they downed their drinks. "I'm so lucky to have all these wonderful people in my life." You thought with tears in your eyes. Ace noticed when he looked at you and rushed to your side. "Baby, are you okay? What's wrong my love?" he asked concerned. You laughed a little as you looked at him "Nothing baby I'm just so happy, I love you." "I love you too beautiful." he smiled while pulling you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist as everyone cheered and knocking their glasses of sake together. Toasting the new couple!

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn't too good it's my first time writing an anime fic/imagine and I haven't written in a long time.

[paimonial-rage]

title game!

" in counts of 5 " (this was actually the placeholder title for chongyun's fic! i wld like to see what you'd do with it, hehe)

-- @milkstore

in counts of 5 - bennett [title ask game]

You wondered if they would banish you to the abyss if they found out you tricked Bennett into believing five was his lucky number. You would say you didn’t on purpose, but you knew that would be a flat out lie. It was premeditated, purposeful, and deliberate. You wouldn’t take it back even if you could.

You had been carrying on this facade for the past month. Every five days, you would drop hints to Bennett about a new place you just heard of. Coincidentally when he went, he would find treasure chests filled with slightly better gifts than usual. Money bags filled with a hundred mora instead of just one, ingredients from far off shores, an occasional artifact or two—anything your meager wage could afford. But it was worth it. The smile he'd have marching into Mondstadt those evenings filled your heart with warmth. Bennett deserved the world.

So it caught you by surprise on one such day that Bennett asked you to go adventuring with him. Before you could suggest the place you had set up, he offered one of his own. No matter how much you tried convincing him differently, he insisted on taking you to a few places that he could only describe as "awesome."

The first place was a bust. As he led you there, he described it as a beautiful waterfall that started up with the previous days’ rain. It fell from the top of the cliff a hundred feet before crashing into the rocks below. What he brought you to was a bare cliff face with cracked earth at its base. Not even a little pond was left behind.

The next place was a small domain that popped up at the base of Dragonspine. He scoped it out the day before and promised it was safe. The architecture inside was beautiful and inspired by the remains of the old city that could be found on the mountain. But much to his dismay, you both only lasted a minute inside. Somehow in the brief time he was gone, it became filled with traps, hillichurls, and abyss mages.

Your heart began to sink by the time he started leading you to the third place. This time, it was the peak of Starsnatch Cliff. Apparently the view from there on a sunny day was absolutely marvelous. And the walk up there definitely was sunny, but by the time you both reached the top, the clouds crowded in and rain began to fall. 

And by the fourth time, dread filled your heart even more. He led you to an interesting area in the Thousand Wind Temple. But not even five minutes there, you both ended up getting caught in a trap, apparently the same one that caught him once before during the Windblume Festival. He mumbled with an embarrassed groan that the trap was supposed to have been dismantled. By the time some adventurers found you both, the sun was just beginning to set. 

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to say. As you followed him back down the road to Mondstadt, your heart grew heavier and heavier. You were too afraid to look at him. The magic you tried so hard to cast was finally gone. Would he figure out your hand in it? Would he continue to talk to you? Or would he avoid you out of embarrassment? He was too nice to yell at you, after all.

So when he began to speed up, your heart caught in your throat. Was he leaving you behind? You couldn't let him leave now! You had to apologize!

“Bennett, wait–”

“Ah, I knew it would still be there!” He exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Your heart skipped a beat as he turned his gaze to you. Upon his lips was perhaps the sunniest smile you’ve ever seen him give. And when he took your hand, you could only follow along as he pulled you to the top of the hill.

There in the light of the setting sun was a sea of dandelions. The reds and oranges of the sky highlighted the seeds as they floated upon the breeze. And there past the cliff was the sun beginning its descent beneath the waters of the ocean. To call it beautiful was an understatement. It was a gift from the Anemo Archon. Did Bennett plan this?

When he noticed your shocked expression, he gave a bashful laugh while scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry I made you wait. This is the real thing I wanted to show you,” he admitted. 

Your eyes went from him, to the sea of dandelions, to the sunset, then back to him, all the while gaping like a fish. He planned this? But his luck was terrible! Nothing ever turned his way! How could he even–

As if reading your thoughts, he grinned.

“Whenever it’s with you, five becomes my lucky number!” He explained brightly. 

And as you dwelled on it, he was right. Four failures and one success. This was the fifth place he showed you. The magic didn’t disappear. Rather, was it real all along? 

He nodded as if to confirm your thoughts. 

The real lucky charm was you.

[dandelionsandderivatives]

I have a lot of patience with imperial units. I like my teaspoons and my hogsheads and my ells. I do not like the fact that the US system of measuring knitting needles has two possible "Size 1"s.

Standardized knitting needle sizes are, if I recall correctly, less than 200 years old, so it's not even like we have ages of tradition to justify this.

[pictureperfectlps]

Grass’ Home Allegiance

Leader - HareTail. A tall slim long eared brown tabby patched tom with a stubby tail and big yellow eyes. He wears a red Flower crown to represent his leadership in Grass

Deputy - WhiteFur. A short slightly tubby white fluffy Molly with barely noticeable gray markings, she has bright blue eyes. She’s not a permanent deputy and hopes to be able to give her position to someone else before becoming leader, she doesn’t wear the flower or go with the other deputies in gatherings

Undertaker - RainStorm. A white Tom with silver specks on him and emerald green eyes. He wears a bird skull like every other undertaker, he also a guard and the mentor of Cloud

Mediator - DaisyPetal. A munchkin white and yellow lynxpoint Molly with amber eyes. She wears the mediator’s dandelion on her head

Lead Healer - DaisyPetal. A munchkin white and yellow lynxpoint Molly with amber eyes. While working as not only the mediator she is mainly the healer and the only actual healer

Healer(s):

BeetleTail - A big fluffy dark paralyzed Tom with a scar across his nose and most of his lower back and legs. After losing most of his mobility HareTail put him as a healer learning from DaisyPetal as her apprentice

Hunter(s):

PepperSneeze - A Silver Jack with dark and white specks over their body and blue eyes. They’re RainStorm’s parent and don’t have a mate, they’re near of retiring

SwiftRunner - A pink and grey hairless Tom with a skinny body type and pale yellow eyes. He doesn’t do much, he used to help the healers den but after BeetleTail came he went back to being a dangerous hunter

SoftRaccoon - A white and grey fluffy molly with a long striped tail and blue

eyes. She isn’t the nicest and while yelling a teasing WhiteFur for her halfclan family she refuses to name the father her son Cloud. Hypocrite

MouseSniffer - A brown lynxpoint short Tom with long whiskers and big ears, he has amber eyes and is DaisyPetal’s brother. He’s there

LilacVine - A lilac tabby Molly with a white tail and green eyes. She’s very chill and young, a very high personality, her and her sister were the last cats QuickClaw named. She mentors Bunny

MantisJump - A tall brown and yellow tortoise shell Tom with a light green and dark green eyes. He’s nice, surprisingly not hateful

SlatePelt - A Tuxedo Tom with blue eyes and a hateful demeanor. He’s WhiteFur’s first son and just got his full name recently. He doesn’t know why he hates BeetleTail and Sage. He feels bad he felt nothing when Moss and Turtle died

Guard(s):

ObsidianEye - A dark blue Tom with a orange almost red eyes, his other eye is clearly missing. The older Tom is covered in small scars and can’t wait to retire with his LoveCurl. He’s LeafFright and LilacVine’s father

LoveCurl - A lilac Molly with white markings and freckles, one of her ears is missing a piece and her eyes are green. She’s a kind and motherly Molly who was very supportive of WhiteFur’s halfclan family. She’s LeafFright and LilacVine’s mother

RainStorm - RainStorm. A white Tom with silver specks on him and emerald green eyes. He’s very cold and doesn’t feel to friendly towards the codebreakers family, he mentors Cloud cause he was the only cat SoftRaccoon would allow her son to be mentored

BraveMane - A big yellow tabby Tom with a large neck fluff and amber eyes. The father of DaisyPetal and MouseSniffer, his mate has been gone for awhile

LeafFright - A dark blue Molly with white markings and freckles, she has green eyes. She’s pretty jumpy and the complete opposite of LilacVine

Apprentice(s):

Cloud - A fluffy white and black Tom with blue eyes. He has a personality you would expect from being raised by his mother and mentor, he relentlessly bullies Sage

Bunny - A brown Tabby Molly with Yellow eyes and long ears. She’s HareTail’s Niece and one of the kindest cats you’ll meet, don’t know why she’s friends with Cloud

Sage - A big black and White Tuxedo like Tom with yellow eyes. He’s sweet and caring but incredibly dense, just a stupid little kid and doesn’t even know he’s being made fun off

Elder(s):

SilverWing - A silver caped Tom with pale green eyes. He was the previous lead healer before DaisyPetal. He doesn’t like that he keeps getting prophetic dreams or that he has to see BeetleTail, he quickly recognized him from when Beetle was an apprentice

There are more cats but they’re mainly in the background and are there to fill things up in scene shots or for no inbreeding. These cats or their kin might appear in the future

[naturebeingonearth]

*silence*

I look unto the sky to watch as the clouds float lightly by 

Words spilt from my mouth in what is seen before us-

an ending to a story that was never written, swifts by like a a gust of wind-

I reach for you // nothing

Drowning in what ifs and could haves, take it all back from me

No, blooms my anger like a dandelion        a weed unwanted    waiting to be thrown. 

Rest my mind to scatter my thoughts across the shore, 

yell into the distance to hear it bounce right back. 

For the universe is spinning in a merry-go-around, when will this end? //

[cowardlychimera]

y'know what. more Sunny headcanons or whatever. if I've already said any of these before pretend I didn't okay

used to mimic random animal sounds with Kel when they were younger. often did it at night during sleepovers until someone either yelled at them to shut up or threw a pillow at them (or until they both passed out)

every time everyone played house Sunny would always either play as a cat or a random object. mostly so he has an excuse to take a nap

would always join Aubrey for plushie tea parties when asked

always tried helping Hero with stuff, and even if there wasn't really anything he could help with Hero would make something up because he could never say no

always preferred Mari's cookies over anyone else's, even if she accidentally messed them up, and if asked why he'd simply say "because Mari made them"

can and will make a wish every chance he gets. fountain? wish time! birthday candles? absolutely wish time! dandelions? no way he's passing up that!

researched flower symbolism to impress Basil

a little scared of dogs but that's not gonna stop him from petting them whenever he can

loves cloud watching, and just watching the skies in general

used to explore the forest a lot with Mari, but they didn't go very far anymore after Sunny accidentally found a dead deer

[bad4amficideas]

you are GIVING us stuff todsy man!!! can we get some more hcs (if possible) of Two-face, Riddler and Poisin Ivy? you can choose who to do if three is too much for you ☺

I'm posting random drafts. incomplete. And so. English with translator. I suppect this maybe even double posted. Uhm. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I've writing pre Two-Face in my previous post so here only Two-Face version.

Poison Ivy

Although she doesn't show it, of all the maniacs throwing drugs at her, Bats feels cautiously (paranoidly) intimidated by Ivy (lots of sex pollen fics in their previous life and little time for sex in this life if that's they cares about it). Already in case their costume is fully masked and therefore with filters (Spoiler and Black Bat Type) but every time they faces Ivy they does not allow themselves to be touched afterwards and they decontaminates before changing.

But in the face of Ivy, Bats treats her exactly the same as Joker, Penguin or Black Mask of course. Which Ivy doesn't know if it offends her greatly or pleases her because you already know "the hammer of justice is unisex"

The fact that Bats is not seduced by pheromones does not mean that Ivy does not flirt, it helps to make the robins furious (and if they are hooked on top of that, lust-hate is a bomb that clouds their thoughts)

Batfam hated that Ivy would "go over to the neutral-good side". You can't imagine how much she comes to visit.

Ivy in her villainous days sent messages in the language of flowers to Bats. Complex messages of the type that not only the color but the number of flowers and certain positions or pairs count. I think I already said out there that Bats is "Dandelion" (affectionate).

Deep down all villains want attention because what's the point of leaving clues if not???

It means a lot to her that your relationship has been formed without drugs or seduction.

Two Face

Bats' problems with Two-Face come when his "bad" personality stands out, obviously.

That being said, EVERYONE would rather have them stand out or be completely shut down than hear them BOTH argue about whether or not to kill Bats. They are like the angel and the demon of Kronk. And it's your turn to be Kronk. A very confused one.

I don't know why, but I imagine it half burnt, meat, red. And apart from the bicolor suits, using gray suits and red shirts. Don't ask. The villains of this Bats I think lean towards red.

Two-Face enjoys kidnapping Y/N Wayne and attempting psychological torture (I remind you that this side does NOT know that Y/N is Bats, the good guy does)

He never gets it so he ends up being like a kid who yells for your attention (and hits you, too). If you try to be patient and bring out his friendly side, he will make fun of you, as Harvey pleas for you (a bit Overreacting, gotta tell you, he ain't dumb, Harvey). If you don't get upset for once, however, he'll get mad because he'll think you don't care for him. Figures.

I personally think you prefer the Batman-Two Face relationship (OMG I turned this into Ladybug dinamics, kill me). Harvey will stay relatively low so as not to give you away, and your relationship is a totally different one as self-respecting opponents, although between us Two-Face is sadomasochistic everything Harvey hated getting bullied as a kid.

He likes to speak in absolutes. You spend your time speaking in gray. You are both stubborn as mules, no one wants to hear you argue when you are in a intellectual streak (everyone thanks Two-Face and his coin that there are not many of these situations), the minions (it takes me hours to remember this word, damn it) prefer to force the situation and hope for the best. Don't eat their heads, just break them.

Riddler

If you're waiting for Batman 2022!Riddler, stop reading now, sorry (I haven't seen The Batman YET, I don't like how Pattison plays Bruce, Batman is good though)

You always try to sneak him a job to rehabilitate him. It does not work. Actively the one you try to rehabilitate the most.

In Earth-1T8 he has also created an Oracle-style cyber identity. You even have him in the soup. Between hacks and crashes he and Barbara have made your Batcomputer have mazes and minotaurs at the back doors.

Literally, if he is very bored sometimes he hacks all the satellites in the world to change a letter to a symbol or some extremely irritating nonsense (this is how he starts and works his way up to destroying the world economy if he is not listened to. Listen to him)

So you have your "unwritten rules" of "hey Bats, BaTs, BATS I have one new" "I'm coming Ed, don't kill/cause the death of anyone" "OK"

If he didn't put lives on the line to get attention and increase the difficulty of his puzzles, which is fucking stressful, you'd consider him a friend.

Everybody knows. Still Harley beat him in "frienemy n1". There is a disagreement between the two of them about that and whether or not Harley is still a villain although they get along pretty well.

Riddler is the first on fall -intellectually- in love with you. And he knows your secret identity. And he strongly suspects that you are 1. a rejuvenated any of your parents (this one saw Detective Conan), 2. a time traveler (almost!). 3. Clairvoyant or telepathic. He really leans towards the second option. What is terrifying.

And he kindly takes your identity into account when he programs his riddles. Another of the unwritten rules, there are things that ARE RESPECTED.

Have you ever told him, more seriously than jokingly, why don't you meet in a cafeteria to talk instead of meeting like this. The most critical hit, always leaves him baffled.

[beastofmoss]

WIP THURSDAY BECAUSE I WORK NIGHTSHIFT AND TIME IS AN ILLUSION TO ME

I was tagged by @fenharel-apologist94 for this! I'm new to writing things and don't exactly have a fic that I'm working on (yet), but I do have a scene I'm still working on. I'm redoing a lot of it due to literally writing it on my phone while half-asleep, but this is what I got so far!

Sunflower and Mint

The sky was like a painting with soft pinks and oranges, and clouds blushed with the warm lighting of the dying sun. A light breeze brushed past the giggling blades of grass, tickling them to dance to the wind's song. 

Deshan sat with their back against a tree, hands busy with something that Viveras could not see. The nine-year-old looked upon their older sibling, grayish eyes like water – reflecting the warm colored sky. He wondered what they were making.

Viveras often wonders where Deshan went when they weren't in the clan's camp, disappearing for days or even weeks before reappearing again with trinkets for him. Always on queue, he would ask where they had gone, and just like before they would always reply with"Trading!" Nothing more, nothing less. Asking others in the Clan was no use, and only provided frustratingly no answers either. 

A mischievous grin played at the corner of his lips, gray eyes squinting as a plan formed in his mind. Deshan has always been good at hide and seek, hiding and waiting until he came by, jumping out and attacking him with tickles while yelling "I am Fen'harel and I have come to eat you!". And it always worked, no matter how many times they did it; they always got him.

With the sweet seed of revenge in mind, Viveras took a silent step forward – slowly making his way toward the seventeen-year-old on his tippy-toes. His steps were light, brushing against the green blades of grass, getting closer with each step until Deshan's slender ear twitched.

"Yes, pollito?"

Their voice was soft and warm, filled with gentle amusement. Deshan turned to face him, head peering around the tree's truck. Their face was bare, childhood still hung upon their cheeks, and freckles danced across their nose. Their skin was a warm shade of brown and filled with love from the sun before them. Their hair was carefully and lovingly twisted into bantu knots.

"How did you know I was coming?" Viveras whined, he stomped his little feet towards them, only stopping before them to cross his arm. His eyebrows pulled down into a scowl as his older sibling let out a small chuckle. He could finally see what Deshan was working on. A half-made, albeit badly made, flower crown sat on their lap. He recognized the yellow flowers as dandelions. 

"Magic." They simply replied, hands wiggling at him. 

"You did not!"

"I did too!"

"No, you didn't!"

"And why is that, stinky?"

"Because I can do magic!"

And to prove his point, Viveras wiggled his tiny hands and little sparks zig between his fingers. 

Deshan let out a bark of laughter, their head was thrown back as the laughter took on their whole body-shaking them with their music. Viveras puff out his chubby cheeks, feeling a blush paint his tan skin. Then he let out a frustrated huff, stomping his feet once again. "Deshaaann." He whines again, making an angry face. "I don't smell either!"

Still smiling, Deshan gesture him over only to pull him down once he was near. "Hmm, let me check." They lean over to smell him, only to instantly pull back with a fake grimace on their lips. They wave their hands in front of their nose, "Ewww, pollito, you sure you don't smell? Because you stink!"

Viveras' eyes widened, his mouth agape with this offense. "I took a bath as you told me to!"

Deshan's eyebrows raised, "You sure?"

"Yes!" 

As Viveras' lips turn down, Deshan leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead, an arm snaking over his shoulders. He squirms, not trusting this open display of affection from them. There’s always a trick when it had come to Deshan’s displays of affection.  

And just like many times before, he was right not to trust them because before he knew it, he was shoved into their armpit. "You're gonna need a bath after I'm done with you!" 

He gags, feeling the accursed scent of teenage body order–a mix between an onion and rotten oranges– and he pushes against Deshan’s broad body like his life depends on it. 

Laughter filled his ears as he fought, arms pushing against Deshan's body, twisting and screaming until he broke from their grasp. He gasps, breathing in deeply the scent of freedom, before turning his boiling rage towards Deshan. “Deshan! You jer-” Before he could even finish his sentence, he felt fingers dance across his neck–making him instantly hunch his shoulders, a dying sound of laughter escaping his lips. 

He felt their arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, and he pushes and squirm. Their fingers prodded him, tickling his armpits despite his giggling pleading. The blanket of rage that beheld him before disappear, only leaving him ablaze with laughter. Viveras let out high-pitch squeals, trying to get away from them–only to be pulled back towards them whenever he attempted an escape.

After the first few attempts, he gave up and let them tickle him senselessly. His laughter and squeals bounce from his chest like a rubber ball, loud and unbashful, and through smiling eyes did he see Deshan’s own smiling face–dimples appear like clouds on a sunny day. Even after Deshan stops their attack on him, he still felt giggles bubble out of him. His cheeks were warm and hurt from smiling so much, and he lean against their strong left arm. 

He murmurs, "Your armpits smell.” 

The accusation was only met with Deshan’s soft laughter–bright and cheery as the birds in the morning–it was something that is familiar to Viveras and it never fails to get his lips to curl. 

“How are your studies?” Their hands were already back to their doomed flower crown–their eyes focus on their work, but Viveras knew better. “It’s been good,” He curtly replies, his grey irises focusing on the steady–albeit clumsily–work, “Keeper (name that's super long input here) shown me how to heal!” he gives them an excited grin, “Is that so?” They sang softly, mild curiosity plaguing their tone. 

“Yeah, wanna see?” 

They lift their rich brown irises from their doom gold, displaying their interest with a nod. Viveras felt his grin widen–for a short second he wonders how big he can smile before his head is split like a watermelon– and cupped his tiny hands together. His grey irises were drawn towards his hands, dark eyebrows knitted in concentration. Remembering what the Keeper has told him about healing magic, he let the warmth of today’s laughter fill him. A small blue glow peeked from his open palms like a shy wisp–transparent and unsteady in its glow. He looks up towards Deshan, hoping for approval from them. Their rich brown irises reflect the blue glow of his magic and for a second he thought he saw the warm browns fade to something else. A shiver ran down his spine and a seed of dread settle in his stomach–and then the glow went out.

“Oh,” Viveras glance back down at his empty hands, the feeling of dread still sprouting–speading up towards his beating heart.