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regencyrosalie · 20 days

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biblically accurate modern!husband!anthony hc’s 🤍

first post here ! <3 i hope u love it <3

- anthony “i love my wife” bridgerton trying to go about his daily life when he quite literally wants to stay in bed all day with you.

- anthony is THE lightest sleeper on earth. if you get up at night, you’ll come back to the bedroom and hes just sitting up in bed half asleep like 🧍🏻‍♂️

- speaking of, if you even want to get up, you’ll have to wriggle out of his death grip. he will hold onto you throughout the entire night, and if it’s hot, he’ll make sure to have a hand sprawled across the bed onto you.

- sometimes you have to remind him to back off a little because he genuinely acts like you might die every time you leave the house

- insists you call/text him (preferably call) when you arrive at at wherever you’re going so he know you didn’t get hit by a car or something on the way there

- speaking of, Anthony texts like he he does not understand what a phone is.

- quite literally really only uses his dad’s old desk phone and emails. he owns an iphone 7 that is usually sitting in the back of his bedside drawer for days at a time.

- he loves all of his siblings equally, but Hyacinth has him wrapped around her finger at all times.

- will do pretty much anything for his wife, but is much more firm with his siblings.

- which is why every time they need something and you aren’t around, Hyacinth is sent to give him her best puppy eyes. he folds almost instantly every time without fail.

- genuinely does not really have many “friends” that aren’t also family. he used to in college, but he just doesn’t find it necessary anymore, and also doesn’t have the time.

- he has reading glasses. enough said.

- scared of bugs.

- talks about pretty much everything with Benedict, who he’s probably closest with in his family besides his mother.

- used to play with/take care of Hyacinth as a baby when Violet was grieving.

- sometimes struggles to pronounce big words when he’s arguing and it pisses him off so much he has to leave the room.

- likely has most of his siblings set up with a therapist, but doesn’t get one for himself until his wife tells him to.

- all of his spaces are organized meticulously, usually by color or number order.

- will check to make sure every door to the house is locked at least three times before going to bed.

- which can take up to an hour when staying at Aubrey Hall.

- we all see how he softened in season 3. his siblings tease him about it sometimes, but they’re all delighted. and he couldn’t care less. he thinks he is the luckiest man on earth and rolls his eyes every time he thinks of how angsty he was.

- if you have children, he’s the most loving father in the world. will wear a tutu if the need arises.

- he can’t have you in his office for more than thirty minutes or he gets distracted.

- he didn’t cry for years after his dad died, and now he cries about once a month.

- most animals love him for some reason.

- has nightmares relatively frequently after edmund dies, but they die down as he gets older.

- favorite color is navy blue. changes to light blue once he’s married.

- good with babies and toddlers from when hyacinth was little.

- you make him take breaks while he works everyday, and they become his favorite parts of the day. you bring him tea and sit in his lap and pet his hair, sometimes he falls asleep. he tells you to wake him up but you never do.

- still uses an alarm clock.

- refuses to leave bed until ten am every day.

- smells like sandalwood and cinnamon.

- idk why but i feel like he fucking LOVES sudoku puzzles.

- but dont ever ask him to do a real puzzle thats more than 50 pieces or he may start crying.

- type of mf to read actual newspapers.

- no one in the family has serious allergies, but he still keeps an epi pen everywhere just in case.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton smut #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton fic #anthony bridgerton fanfiction

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bunicate · 8 months

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YES!!! u n me r on da same wavelength…. n e ways i have my thoughts ready now :3 it’s been so very long since i’ve written anyting but i hope it’s good…!

when word got out that you, the youngest child of the ragnvindr family, planned to move away from the dawn winery and into the city of mondstadt, most people expected diluc to shut that down completely. and yet, he gives it his approval. “it would be good for you to broaden your experiences,” he tells you.

(he doesn’t tell you that every day, it becomes more tempting to throw away his morals and breed his lil sister like how he wants to…!)

so you move out of your home, and into a cute little apartment. you decorate it all pretty, tying ribbons wherever you can and covering your furniture in frills and lace. it’s lotsa fun living by yourself, even if it means you gotta do everything for yourself too… but you’re a big girl, so you can kind of probably maybe handle it!

meanwhile, diluc tells himself that he’ll leave you be… but he can’t help but to watch over you while he’s out doing his darknight hero duties! you don’t even realize how dangerous the world is, just traipsing around as if there aren’t a million people who’d happily try to rob the baby of the ragnvindr clan… it’s your big brother’s job to make sure you’re safe!!

you do eventually meet the darknight hero, and diluc does his very best to treat you like any other citizen, but he can’t be stoic n distant around his little sister :( he was just trying to make you smile by showing you what mondstadt was like from the rooftops, he really didn’t mean to end up on the roof of the kof headquarters with his head buried between your thighs…! it just kinda happened, you know?

at first, the darknight hero says that it’s a one-time thing. diluc isn’t ready to taint his sweet little sister and damn himself… but he comes back the next night, grinding you against his thigh until you cum all over his pants. then he’s telling you that it won’t go any further than him making you feel good - but that doesn’t last long, and he has you on your knees a few nights later with his cock in your mouth. that’s as far as he’ll go, the darknight hero says, before he slips up once more and finds himself fucking your thighs n cumming all over your cute tits.

diluc tells himself that he needs to stop, that it’s sick of him to essentially trick his little sister into sleeping with her big bro.. but then again, it’s okay as long as he doesn’t go any further, right? as long as he doesn’t actually take your virginity, then it’s fine… he can keep on seeing you as the darknight hero, you’ll be safe and happy, and diluc won’t completely lose his mind longing for you.

(spoiler alert: he goes further :3)

um um yeah! it’s a lil messy but i had so many thoughts n i didn’t wanna leave any of them out bc what if they get lonely :( in other news!!!! i got a manicure n a super DUPER kyute set of nails and i finally bought mi first binder!!

- sweet prince

#𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑥 ๑ ꒱ྀི #sweet prince ✰ !#tired of hoarding this #brain is actually fricking blank bcuz dear GAWDFFF #so sexi .. makes me miss diluc sosoooo bad :(#diluc x reader smut #diluc smut #diluc x reader #genshin smut #tw:incest

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janeyseymour · 3 months

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Love Thy Neighbor, Family Matters- pt 2

Summary: the procedure, and the aftermath.

Part 1.

*full disclosure i wrote most of this hammered, like absolutely obliterated, so it is entirely unedited but. i hope u still love her*

WC: ~2.8k

“You know we can’t make a baby of our own, right?” Melissa chuckles as you practically pounce on her once you’re parked in your driveway. “That we are indeed lacking a… , and Ellie is inside probably waiting for us to come in and cuddle her.”

You just continue to kiss her hungrily, wherever you can.

“Babe,” your wife hums. “Hun. We- we have to go inside.”

You groan but right yourself as you climb off of her. “Once she’s in bed tonight.”

“Once she’s in bed,” the redhead agrees softly. She kisses you passionately, just once, before climbing out of the car. She makes her way to your side and opens the door for you. The two of you enter the house quietly, and you can hear ‘Inside Out’ playing from your living room. Melissa kicks off her shoes, as do you, before making your way into the house.

The sight before you makes your heart swell. Gerald has his arm around his own wife while Barbara holds your daughter tight in her lap. Ellie is on the verge of sleep as she leans into Barb’s warmth, but her eyes light up when she sees you.

“Hey, Ellie girl,” you say softly as you make your way over to the couch. Melissa follows and takes a seat next to her work wife.

“Were you good for Auntie Barb?” your wife asks as she brushes a few stray hairs out of the girl’s face.

Your daughter hums softly and reaches for you both. “Moms.”

“Someone’s tired,” you chuckle quietly as you take your little girl into your arms and press a few kisses to her face.

“El was perfect as always,” Barbara states. “We had a wonderful dinner before heading down to the park. She was showing us her gymnastics and dance before we decided to come home and watch a movie.”

“That sounds like such a nice night,” you smile. Ellie nods into your neck.

“How was dinner?” the kindergarten teacher asks, a glimmer in her eyes. She knows what Melissa was presenting you with tonight.

You look at wife with such love in your eyes. “It was perfect.”

Melissa just gives you the same look as she begins to rub slow circles on Ellie’s back. “Dinner with my beautiful wife is always perfect.”

“Your conversation went well?” Barb presses quietly.

“Yes,” the two of you sigh at the same time.

“I’m going to take our little girl up,” you mumble against hair that matches your own. “But feel free to stay for a glass of wine. I’ll be back down in five.”

You whisk Ellie up the steps and tuck her into bed, kissing her forehead as she reaches for one of the many stuffed animals that lays on her bed. You watch her for a few seconds before flicking on her favorite night light and closing the door.

You expect the three adults to be sitting on the couch with glasses of wine, but instead they’re in the kitchen. You make your way in with soft eyes as you see your wife with a bottle hand.

Melissa is just about to pop a bottle of champagne and is telling the Howards how dinner went.

“Does Ellie know?” you ask your wife. You know she tends to run things by the younger girl before approaching you about family decisions like this.

Melissa shakes her head. “I figured we shouldn’t get her hopes up… in case it doesn’t

end up happening.”

“It will,” Gerald states with certainty. “Barbara and I will pray over the two of you, and god will give you another sweet soul to love and cherish for the rest of your days.”

Your wife smiles as she pops the cork and pours the bubbly into four champagne flutes.

“Enjoy this while you can,” the redhead teases.

You roll your eyes playfully but nod as you kiss her cheek. “Oh, I will. And then for the time that I am carrying our child, I will be forcing you to drink the things that I like so I can live vicariously through you.”

The drinks are passed out, and then there is a small toast and clinking of glasses. Barbara bows her head and prays quickly, and then she smiles. “I just know the lord will give you a beautiful and healthy little babe.”

Melissa just chuckles as she raises a brow at you. “Yeah?”

“You’ll be drinking seltzers for days,” you shrug.

After a few months of monitoring your health and keeping track of your cycle a bit more closely, the day that you go for your first treatment, you once again have Barbara and her husband look after your little girl. She’s a little confused as to why the kindergarten teacher is taking her home after a day of school and not the two of you, but she doesn’t really question it. She’s just excited that she gets to spend time with one of her favorite aunties.

“We’ll come pick you up at Auntie Barb’s,” you promise your daughter as she heads off to her own classroom that morning. “Be good, yes?”

“I always am, Momma!” Ellie tosses over her shoulder as she exits.

She stops into Melissa’s room on the way down. “Have a good day, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” your wife smiles softly. “Now get to class before I have to call your teacher again and tell her you’re on your way.”

“I’m never late,” the fifth grader giggles.

“It’s never marked as late because Momma or I always call your teacher to let her know you’re on your way.” Green eyes are rolled playfully. “Now get outta here and upstairs.”

“Yes, Sir Mom,” Ellie cheekily turns back around to mock salute her mother. Then she runs off giggling.

The day passes slowly, and you’re not exactly thrilled at how slowly the day seems to go by. But finally, you’re standing outside with Melissa during dismissal, Ellie bounces up to both of you and happily chats your ear off about her day in fifth grade, and then you’re dropping her at Barb’s classroom door.

“We should be able to pick her up by six,” your wife tells her best friend.

The kindergarten teacher just waves you off. “The two of you should take your time. Have dinner.”

Walking into the doctor’s office, Melissa holds your hand and squeezes it as a silent reminder that she is going to be here for you through it all. The procedure is done, you lay there for about half an hour, and then you’re able to head out.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Barb is a straight line to Jesus,” your wife chuckles softly. “If it didn’t, you know that woman will be having a word with God himself. And then, we’ll just keep trying.”

“You would do that?” you ask quietly as you begin to walk hand in hand down the street.

“Of course.” She pulls you in close, wrapping an arm around your waist as you shuffle away from the office. “But for now, let’s just have a nice dinner and try to relax. The doc said low stress, and I intend on keeping you as stress-free as possible.”

“You’ll have a glass of wine for me at dinner?” you chuckle.

Your wife rolls her eyes but nods. “If that’s what you want.”

Two weeks later, Melissa hands you a pregnancy test. With a nervous glance, you head into the bathroom.

You pee on the stick, and then you sit there in absolute silence as you pray that the word ‘positive’ will be staring back at you in five minutes. Melissa keeps your daughter occupied while you sit on the toilet in a puddle of your own sweat and anxiety.

You come out of the bathroom with the stick in your hand, shaking slightly.

“El, can you go pull on your shoes so we can head to the park?” you ask your daughter gently, and the tone in your voice doesn’t tell your wife what the result of the test was.

“We’re going to the park?” your little girl’s eyes light up.

You chuckle softly. “Just like we do almost everyday that we can. Go on now.”

Ellie runs off, and almost immediately Melissa’s hands are in your sweatshirt pocket. She pulls out the test and glances at it. The word negative is staring back at the two of you, and your heart sinks just as it did when your first saw that one word printed so clearly on the digital test.

“It- it didn’t work,” you whisper softly as you look down at your feet. “I’m sorry.”

Warm arms are around your waist. “You have nothing to apologize for at all, mi amore. We’ll try again soon, and we’ll do everything that we can to increase the chances.”

You shrug. “What if it just wasn’t meant to be? I mean… Ellie was a happy accident.”

“We’ll get there,” your wife promises you softly as she leans in to kiss you. “We will.”

You go to respond, but Ellie’s voice floats into the living room. “Moms? Are you coming?”

“We’re coming, lovey,” you call back as evenly as you can. You shove the test back into your pocket. “C’mon. We can’t forget about that little gift from God we have waiting for us.”

That night, Ellie curls up in bed with you, exhausted from running around with her sweet friends at the park. She falls asleep rather quickly, but your mind is racing. Eventually, your wife begins to sing a soft tune in Italian that lulls you to sleep.

When you wake, your daughter is still holding onto you tightly as she sleeps nearly on top of you. Peeling your eyes open, you see that Melissa isn’t next to you. Sundays are days that she usually wakes early and heads to church, and you suppose this time is no different.

Your wife is nearly in tears as she pulls into the parking lot, only to be met with Barbara Howard.

“Melissa!” the kindergarten teacher strides up to the car. “Where’s Ellie with you this morning?”

“I decided to let her sleep in with Y/N,” Melissa mutters quietly. “Y/N needs her little girl right now.”

“And why would that be?” Barb asks.

The redhead looks up to her friend. “The uh, it didn’t work. She ain’t pregnant.”

The devout Christian’s face drops, as does Gerald’s. “She isn’t?”

The redhead just shakes her head. “I came here… to pray.”

Barbara grabs her best friend’s hand and leads her to the back pew. Silently, the three of them bow their heads and pray. They pray for a beautiful life to join the Schemmenti family in the next year. They pray that you will be healthy throughout, and that whatever sweet soul you bring into this world is happy, healthy, and safe. They pray that it doesn’t take too long, because they know that you can become doubtful and insecure. They sit through the sermon, finding peace in what the priest has to say, before they head out.

“Would you care to join us for brunch?” Gerald offers.

But Melissa just shakes her head. “I should probably just head home. Make sure that Ellie and Y/N are doing okay.”

The two of you throw yourselves into being the best parents that you can be for Ellie as a distraction from the failed attempt. If the lord hasn’t gifted you with a baby yet, you might as well be the best mothers that you can be for the little girl that you’re already so blessed to have.

That is… until two weeks later, when you wake up incredibly nauseated and dizzy on a Saturday- the day that you usually take Ellie out for breakfast, spend the day soaking up the sun at the park, and then Melissa cooks out if it’s a nice enough day.

You think that the spell has passed when it suddenly hits you again, and you bolt to the bathroom.

You’re only in there for about thirty seconds before you feel your wife’s hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

With a heavy sigh, once you feel that you’re finished, you flush the toilet and lean back against Melissa.

“That was awful,” you groan.

The redhead just hums and reaches under the sink to grab the mouthwash. She pours a bit in the lid for you to swig.

“I hate throwing up.”

“Hopefully it’s just a quick bug that gets out of your system quickly,” Melissa tells you softly. She kisses your temple. “C’mon, hun. Back to bed for you.”

“But El-”

“Can hang with me today while you rest,” your wife tells you pointedly.

Grumbling about how you’re fine, you stumble your way back into your bedroom and curl up under the blankets, the dizziness still present. Melissa gently lays back down next to you. Her warm arms wrap you up, and you feel her press a quick kiss to the nape of your neck.

You must fall asleep, because the next time you open your eyes, the house is still. Your wife must’ve taken Ellie down to the park. Thank God your nausea has subsided, and you head back into the bathroom.

As you open the drawer to grab your hairbrush, you see one of the unused pregnancy tests. You pull it out and hold it for a few seconds before all but ripping the test from the packaging.

Five minutes later, the word in big bold letters is staring back at you. Pregnant. In shock, you reach for another. That one also screams the word at you- in less than the five minutes that it’s supposed to.

Y-you’re pregnant. You aren’t sick with a stomach bug. You’re carrying a child. Tears of joy begin to pour down your face as you hold those two sticks.

Melissa. You have to tell Melissa.

But she’s out with Ellie. Immediately, you reach for your phone and dial her number.

“Babe?” she picks up on the second ring. “How are you feelin’ hun?”

“I need you to come home,” you rush out. “Please.”

Melissa stammers out a few syllables before sighing. “Yeah, okay. I’m just gonna drop El with Nonna, and then I’ll-”

“Why is she going to Nonna’s?”

“She called me while we were walking down to the park, and I mentioned you being sick. She said she would whip up something for you and take our girl for the night so I can take care of you.”

“Okay, okay,” you hurry out. “Just… be quick about it, please?”

“Are you really not feeling well?”

“I need my wife, dammit!”

About ten minutes later, you hear the two enter the house. Melissa tells Ellie to pack her bag quickly while she checks on you. You’re back in bed, watching some trash television as you scroll through Amazon to start looking at items you may need for the baby.

She presses a soft kiss to your head as she sets down a mug of peppermint tea for you. “How’re you feelin’, mi amore?”

You just shrug your shoulders as you close out of the shopping app. It takes everything in you to not tell her right now.

“El is packing a bag now, and then I’ll be back to take care of my sickly wife.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” you ask softly as you lean into her touch gently.

“I ask myself that same question about you and Ellie girl every damn day.”

The two head out not much later, and then Melissa is back. She announces her entrance as she kicks her shoes off in the foyer, and then she calls to you that she’s just going to put down the pot of soup that Nonna had made for you.

You leap out of bed, grab the tests, and rush out into the kitchen. Your wife hears you before she sees you, and you all but jump into her arms.

“I see someone is feelin’-” You shove the tests into her hands as soon as she’s put the crockpot on the counter. Her eyes go wide as she looks at them both, and then they fill with tears, much like yours had.

“So, you don’t-”

“I’ve never been so happy to be throwing up!” you giggle.

“Baby, are you- are you serious?” Melissa’s eyes sparkle with happy tears as she looks to you.

“The proof is in the pudding!” you tell her as you wrap your arms around her neck.

She kisses you soundly before pulling back just slightly and wiping away the stray tears that have escaped.

“I’m going to be a mother,” she whispers, and her voice breaks just slightly as her hands wander down to your still flat stomach.

“You already are,” you correct her gently. “To our sweet Ellie girl, and now to this beautiful little baby that will be joining us.”

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brightbertalt · 1 year

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also not to be horny on main (which i am going to be in just a sec) but could i request some nsfw headcanons for either a best friends who fuck and there's a lot of tension for hobie x a transmasc reader? (could have hobie being in a band and reader not being in his band and just attending their concerts and stuff might happen backstage who knows! and they could both be nonbinary he/they users i'm just suggesting stuff rn!) completely fine if you're not up for it and again gosh tons of love towards your writing and i hope u have a great day/night/morning/afternoon/wtv time of the day it is when you're reading this <3

love u spoinklo ❤️❤️❤️ i will try my best, as someone who loves presenting as femme 99% of the timez and does not know them gender identity so I hope u love this!!!!

hobie brown x transmasc!reader

everyone knew you two were friends

even then, you two hung out a great amount

you two would hang out alone, like a lot

no one knew quite why

surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, hobie has a high libido

often times, he’s just say, “me and y/n gotta head out. new anomaly.”

the new anomaly was in his pants

I’m sorry I really needed to make that joke anyways—

that was your cue to say goodbye, and follow him to wherever he see fit, which was usually a closet or the bathroom

“c’mon, just— aah, fuckfuckfuck-“

usually in public, he just wanted a quick bj

alone? oh lord,,,,

“c’mon handsome, you’ve taken it before. do it.”

he can be a real asshole sometimes

i also wanna say that he’d top like 105% of the time

he can get pretty aggressive, and loves having you with your head in the pillows, screaming

“yeah? you like me that much? go ahead, let ‘em know.”

forget it when it’s after one of his gigs OH LORD

you’ll always be backstage, waiting for him

when he comes off he’s sweaty and 100% adrenaline

“you’re here? good. waitin’ here like a good little pet. you’re like a damn dog.”

he’ll just pin you up against the wall like UUUGH

lift your legs up and just MMMMMMMM

you won’t be walking tomorrow

also here’s a song that I think fits the situation

#fanfic #fanfiction #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #spiderman headcanon #spiderpunk x reader #hobart brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk #spider punk #hobie brown smut #spiderpunk smut

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pedroshotwifey · 1 year

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Bad Idea

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: NO use of Y/N, sex pollen, dubcon but not rly (just putting this here bc of the pollen), piv sex, softdom Frankie, smut, fluff, friends to lovers, Frankie is a fucking sweetheart, oral sex (f receiving), breeding kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it before u tap it, babes), ill add more shit later if I missed something

Summary: While on a mission, you and Frankie find yourselves covered in some kind of pollen and realize that there is no chance you'll be able to resist each other.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to finish this, I hope it was worth the wait! I'm not really sure what compelled me to make this so fluffy, but it's there, so, like, I hope you people like fluff. Likes, comments, and reposts are extremely appreciated <3 (Also feel I would love to start getting some requests in if anyone's up for it)

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You knew this was a bad idea.

It always is, accepting any kind of job that Santi offers you. But the asshole knows your weakness. He mentioned Frankie would be there and you were in. Suckered once again. He, and the rest of the group for that matter, seem to be well aware of your infatuation. Except for Frankie, of course. He’s never really seemed to pick up on it. Which, honestly, you’re not sure is a good thing or not.

You’ve been harboring a massive crush on Frankie since the first time you were introduced. You and Santi–against your better judgment–had been longtime friends when he brought you to a local bar to meet up with some of his other buddies. You had been away on a job for the last year or so, so when he heard you were back in town he jumped at the opportunity. You hadn’t expected much, already knowing Ben and Will meant that you would only be meeting two guys you wouldn’t be familiar with.

What you really didn’t expect was for one of them to be a devilishly handsome and ridiculously charming bachelor. Frankie had absolutely taken your breath away the first time you laid eyes on him. You two had hit it off immediately, practically separating from the rest of the group as you polished off drinks and told stories from your military days for the remainder of the night.

Fortunately, you kept in touch through mutuals and occasionally worked together on smaller jobs–thank god for Santi. (But also fuck him.) Unfortunately, nothing ever came of it. Frankie never showed any kind of explicit interest in you, so you never pushed it. You were perfectly content to just be friends if that’s all he was willing to give you.

That's exactly why it’s such a problem when you find yourself coated head to toe in some kind of powder, right next to Frankie, who received a dusting as well. Your walkie is going off at your hip and you briefly register Tom’s voice coming through the receiver. He is positioned right behind the two of you and got the perfect view of whatever the fuck just happened. One second the two of you were walking, looking for any signs of landmines or traps around the building you are targeting for the mission, and the next your vision was completely compromised by a soft yellow pollen.

“Fuckkk,” you hear Frankie mutter next to you. You look at him with wide eyes as the powder settles on your skin, eliciting a tingling sensation wherever it touches. The said sensation, however, becomes the least of your problems when you feel the amount of slick that suddenly coats your panties. Your knees buckle and you have to drop your gun to hold your balance, which doesn’t seem to help much as you continue your descent to the forest floor. Frankie’s hand quickly shoots out and steadies you by your elbow but it only makes it worse.

The feeling of his skin on yours acts as a balm on your quickly overheating flesh and you moan involuntarily at the feeling. He retracts his hand as if you had burned him and the action would have embarrassed you if not for the moan that slips out of Frankie’s lips, as if he had felt the same thing. At least it’s not just you. At the sound, you feel another wave of arousal coat your already-soaked panties, the wetness growing extremely uncomfortable as the fabric starts to stick to your cunt.

“Uh, F-Frankie,” your voice sounds weak as you call for him. You have no idea whether or not he heard you, but you take a guess based on the pained groan that escapes his lips. The sound is like heaven as it reaches your ears.

Your vision grows slightly blurry as a sudden need to be fucked takes over all of your senses. Without Frankie’s hand to help you up, you let yourself fall the rest of the way so you can lie down on the ground beneath you. You watch as Frankie’s blurred form follows suit with a groan. You start to inch toward his writhing body until you hear Tom’s voice again, this time it sounds much clearer, like the connection is getting better as he gets closer to you. You struggle as you pick up your walkie and press the button.

“D-don’t come any closer, we're covered in some kind of f-fucking pollen.” You have to take a breath before explaining further. “It’s itchy and it’s everywhere, stay where you’re at.” You don’t bother listening to his panicked response as you tuck the walkie back into the clip on your pants. Your skin feels tight and you can feel your clit starting to throb between your legs. It feels like the smallest amount of friction would grant you an orgasm, and as good as that sounds right now, you would rather not cream your pants in front of your crush.

“Fuck,” Frankie repeats his statement from earlier, his voice strained and raspy. “We need to get out of here.” You nod your agreement and crawl your way toward him, ignoring the way his skin feels so cool against your own as you reach out to help him up. The both of you use each other to get back to your feet. By the time you’re standing, the feeling is less overwhelming than it had been at first, enough so that you’re able to hold your balance this time. You pick up the weapons you had dropped while Frankie comms the rest of the guys to let them know what happened

You definitely got the most of the blow, as you were the one who had stepped on whatever the fuck that plant was. Frankie had only been a few feet behind you and had been exposed to a good bit, but likely nowhere near what you had been covered in. At least one of you is lucid enough to figure out what to do next. You hear the tail end of the conversation before Frankie signs off of the walkie and bends down next to you.

“Alright, Hermosa, I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” You hiss as Frankie wraps his arms around your sensitive skin, picking you up bridal style.

“Fuck, Frankie, it hurts,” you whine and tuck your head into his neck, breathing in his scent. He is shaking slightly and even you can feel the way his skin has started to heat up. “I know, sweetheart, just hold on for me.” You nod into him and close your eyes, only opening them when you feel your body being set down in what you assume is the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck. He leans over you and you have to resist the urge to grab onto him as he buckles you in.

You close your eyes again and wait until you hear Frankie get into the driver’s seat before you speak.

“I think I saw a motel a few miles from here.” Your throat feels like sandpaper as you struggle to get the words out. “I think I saw it, too.” Frankie’s voice doesn’t sound much better. The entire way to the motel the only thing you can focus on is how your nipples are rubbing painfully against your bra and how fucking bad you want to suck this man’s cock. Your thighs keep clenching and rubbing together and you have to bite down on your lip so as not to moan at the slight pressure. You feel like you’re going to explode.

“Think you can walk, sweetheart?” You nod at Frankie’s question as he turns the truck off. His voice still sounds pained and you’re not even sure if yours will work at this point. He keeps one arm around you just in case as the two of you walk into the motel. He gets keys for two rooms and you feel a twinge of disappointment. It only lasts a second though, because you can’t think of much else than the fact that everything feels hot and sensitive.

As soon as Frankie gets the keys, he leads you to the rooms. They're side by side so you won’t be far from him, and the fact that he will be in such close proximity, likely doing exactly what you’ll be doing, is enough to cloud your judgment again. And fuck, now you’re thinking about his cock again. You know it has to be big, there’s no way it isn’t, not for a man like him. Frankie sets one hand on the small of your back and leans over you to unlock your room for you. You gasp to cover your moan as you suddenly feel something else against your back, definitely not his hand this time.

“You’ll be okay?” Frankie’s concerned tone cuts you out of your spiraling thoughts. You look up into his own lust-blown eyes. He looks fucking wrecked. God, you would get on your knees in the middle of this dirty hallway for him right now if he only asked. “Yeah, you?” You ask when he doesn’t. He nods slowly, and you let your eyes fall to his plush lips before trailing back up to meet his gaze again. He says your name lowly, like a warning, and you lick your lips, ignoring his tone.

You roll your hips back against his while keeping eye contact, watching Frankie groan as you grind on him. His hands fall to your hips and he begins to guide you against him. “W-why don’t you come inside?” You ask him breathily. “Are you sure that's what you want?” He steadies your hips and brings his face down so he can whisper in your ear. “If you let me in there, I’m not letting you leave until I’ve properly taken you apart.” You shiver at both the way his words elicit another gush of slick from your cunt and at the way his tone turns dark so quickly, letting you know he means it.

Instead of answering him, you turn on your heel and crush your lips to his, your hands going up to wrap around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair, knocking his hat to the ground. Frankie moans deeply and grabs onto you as he guides you backward into the room. His tongue finds its way into your mouth as he slams you against the door once it's closed, both of you grinding against each other like desperate teenagers. He only breaks apart once he hears you whine in pure desperation.

He steps back and takes in your disheveled appearance, his hand flying to the front of his pants to rid himself of his belt. “Strip, get on the bed.” You don’t need to be told twice. You practically rip your clothes off as you stumble through the room. Each article removed feels like a relief, allowing the cool air to kiss your skin, sticky with sweat. Frankie does the same, both of you completely naked by the time you reach the bed. The sight of his cock hanging flushed and heavy between his molded thighs makes your mouth water.

He quickly climbs on top of you and you both moan at the way your flesh brushes together, temporarily soothing the burning sensation. Frankie wastes no time in lowering himself to a position easiest to lick into your aching cunt.

The first stroke of his tongue makes you scream out and you bring your hand up to cover your mouth. He immediately starts eating you out like a starved man, licking and sucking and fucking you with his tongue like there’s no tomorrow. You throw your head back as your free hand buries itself in Frankie’s hair. He groans when you tug on the strands and you swear you can feel the vibrations run up your spine.

You feel the knot in your stomach growing embarrassingly fast, your entire body tensing as you reach the edge.

“F-fuck, Frankie, fuck-” you unsucessfully attempt to get a sentence out. “God, don’t stop, please, god!” You feel him smirk as he continues his assault, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard.

You think you scream as you climax, but you can’t be sure. There is nothing you can feel, see, or hear other than the orgasm Frankie is currently riding you through. It’s the most intense thing you have ever felt, and you don't know if it's because of the pollen or because it’s Frankie. Probably a good bit of both.

He continues to eagerly lap up your release until you pull him away when the overstimulation starts to become too much. Hand still in his hair, you guide him up your body until you can look above you and into his eyes. Your heavy breathing catches in your throat when you see the sticky liquid dripping down the lower half of his face.

“Oh my god…” you trail off as his smile widens, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip. “Look so fuckin’ beautiful when you squirt, Hermosa.” He brings his lips down to yours in a bruising kiss and you sigh as you taste your release on him. Needless to say, you get over your embarrassment pretty quickly.

Despite your orgasm, your skin seems to burn even more than before, and your clit seems to throb out of control. All it takes is one look to know that Frankie feels the same way. His eyes are filled to the brim with tears getting ready to overflow and you have no doubt that your expression matches his own.

Before either one of you gets a chance to say anything, Frankie surges forward and encases your lips in his own. He kisses you sloppily as he pushes you back even deeper into the mattress.

“Gonna f-fuck you now, Hermosa,” he says, his voice bordering a whine. “Need to feel this soft fucking pussy.” You whine in a way you hope signals your agreement, your arms wrapping underneath Frankie’s to let your fingers claw at his back. “Just f-fucking hurry,” you manage to squeak, your skin burning as you grasp at him.

He listens, immediately scrambling to grasp his weeping cock and guide it to your sopping entrance while keeping one forearm settled next to your head for stability. There is almost no resistance as he slips in, bottoming out in one frantic thrust. The two of you moan in unison, capturing each other's desperate noises.

Frankie wastes no time in setting a hurried pace. The force of his thrusts makes the headboard of the bed slam against the wall but you can’t find it in you to care. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he immediately starts to hit something heavenly within you. The pressure is already building up in your abdomen.

You open your mouth to scream but you find that the punch of his thrusts are restricting your ability to make any kind of sound. Your eyes close as your second orgasm sneaks up on you. With two more frenzied thrusts from Frankie, you’re coming undone around his thick cock.

Frankie hisses as you squeeze around him, the added sensitivity from the pollen enhancing every small stimulant.

“God, not gonna last long in this s-sweet cunt, pretty girl.” Frankie’s voice is pitched an octave higher than usual as he tries to stave off his own orgasm–damn well bordering a whine. You can feel how close he is by the way his dick pulses with need and by the way he clings tighter tighter to the bedsheets beside your head.

“Go ahead, Frankie, need you to come inside me.” He practically whimpers at the request but shakes his head to juxtapose the noise.

“N-no baby, give me o-one more first.” He’s shaking with the amount of effort he’s exerting to hold off. Almost as if your body is listening to his demands before you can process, you find yourself arching your back as you spasm around his cock once again. It takes you by surprise–you didn’t even realize you were that close.

Completely fucked out, you let Frankie use your body to chase his own end. “Come on baby, mark me, come inside,” you slur your permission for a second time. He lets out a guttural groan as he lowers his head to nuzzle into your neck. His strokes get deeper with the lower position and you wince from the overstimulation, though you want more at the same time.

“Yeah, Hermosa, that’s what you want, huh? Let me come inside this pretty pussy, let everyone know who you belong to now? Let everyone know that you’re fucking ruined for any other man?” His pace gets more frantic as his own words spur him on. You whine at the thought of the people knowing that Frankie fucked you, laid his claim on you, made you his.

“Yes, Frankie, God please,” you keen into his ear as you bring one of your hands down to tangle your fingers into his curls, bringing him closer into your neck. “I’m yours, all yours, take what you want, baby.”

Your words push Frankie off the edge and his teeth lock onto your neck while he comes to a stop deep inside you. You pull him closer still, encouraging him to leave his mark. As his seed floods into your cunt, it feels like you jumped into a pool of cool water. Your entire body relaxes further and by the way Frankie settles his weight onto you, you figure he feels the same way.

After his dick stills and softens inside you, the two of you lay there for a moment. You run your fingers through Frankies messed hair while he licks over the mark he made on your throat. It feels like the most natural thing, laying there with him tangled in your arms, his head on your chest, both of you on the verge of sleep. You’re about to drift off when Frankie interrupts the silence in a gentle tone.

“Been wanting to do that for so long, pretty girl,” he says quietly, his voice filled with sleep. Your eyes open and are immediately filled with tears.

Frankie must sense the way you tense up because he quickly lifts up to look at you. You can see the panic that blooms in his eyes as he meets yours. Before he is able to say anything, though, you surge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting your lips onto his.

You feel a few tears drop from your closed eyes, but you ignore them as you continue to kiss him and push until he’s forced to lay on his back, pulling you with him. When you finally separate, you stare into eachothers eyes, both of you with lopsided, love-drunk smiles.

“Me too. I’ve wanted you for so long, Fish, you have no idea.”

“You’re right,” He huffs a laugh as he says it. “I had no idea, I never thought you could feel that way about me. You’re so fucking perfect and I don’t deserve any part of you. I'm just…” he trails off and looks down for a second before meeting your gaze again.

You give him a slightly confused look as you answer him. “I thought I was being so obvious,” you laugh quietly in return. “I’m nowhere near perfect, sweet boy. Even if I was, you deserve anything you could ever want. I want you, Frankie. Do I deserve you?”

He doesn’t miss a beat before he has you pulled into his chest. “Of course, angel, you deserve everything, I’ll give you anything.”

You’re crying again and you wipe away your tears before saying what you need to say. “I love you, Frankie.” You look into his eyes to see that he is tearing up as well.

“I love you too, my perfect girl,” he says softly as he pulls you into a hug and rocks you, his one of his hands on the back of your head, tucking you into his chest. You close your eyes and breath in his scent, knowing that this is where you belong.

pt. 2??

#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal smut #frankie morales #fluff #triple frontier

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shurislover · 7 months

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meg the stallion headcannons

a/n - i’ve never written for Meg before so let’s see how this goes and these are just my personal thoughts on how i think she’d be in a relationship. hope yall enjoy 😊 im not sure if anyone has done headcannons for her either.

also this will probably be a mix of sfw and nsfw but honestly it’s mainly fluff.

divider - @firefly-graphics

tags - @oceean @beautybyfire @notapradagurl7 @onyxstones-world @blkgworlamplified

you’re her plus one for EVERYTHING , no matter if it’s a fashion show, basketball game , award show she always has you by her side.

she really loves having you around, even if it’s just to sit in complete silence, she’s satisfied as long as you’re there.

extremely clingy but you love it. she either has to be near you or touching you at all times tbh personal space doesn’t exist to her & if she’s away doing shows or photoshoots you’re on call with her all day long.

“ baby we are in the house you don’t need to hold my hand “ “ what if you like disappear?” you laughed at how serious she was “ you’re cute but baby i’m not going anywhere gimme kiss “

her lockscreen is of you and her on you guys first date, and it’s been her lockscreen for as long as y’all been together and she refuses to change it to anything else.

absolutely loves spending money on you, even though half the things she buys YOU DONT NEED.

definitely surprises you with vacations when she has a decent amount of time off from work. “ my love , pack maybe 2 weeks of clothes our flight leaves in about 5 hours “ “ GIRL WHAT ?” “ y/n we don’t have time for this pack up and let’s go “

gives you all the deets on new projects or songs she’s working on, so you always know all the words to her songs before they drop & gets all the new merch before anyone else

HUGS ? megan loves hugs, every chance she gets she’ll hug you. in the kitchen cooking ? she’ll hug you from behind and kiss your cheek. coming home from work ? she’ll run from wherever she is and jump on you. you’re her comfort person.

her favorite thing to do after a make out session is resting her forehead on yours and just stare into your eyes, she always says “ you have the most beautiful brown eyes i’ve ever seen, i get lost in them everytime “

now she knows when she’s pissed you off because you’ll give her the silent treatment, but that never lasts long , she does this pout and she KNOWS that’s your weakness so the moment you look up at her face , your face instantly softens.

megan loves when u have rough day at work because she thinks it’s so cute to find you knocked out on the couch, that means she gets to carry you to bed , slip on your pajamas and bonnet and tuck you in then leave a goodnight kiss on your forehead.

her favorite names to call you are :

“ babyyyyyyyyy “

“ my loveeeeee “

“ beautifullllllll”

“ princessssss”

wifeyyyy “

She cares about you very deeply & does not play about you. The day she dropped a hard launch photo dump on instagram the hate you got was horrible. It wasn’t even coming from her fans it was other people & Megan always reassured you :

“ Dont listen to them. You’re the most special person in my life, someone i hold very dear to my heart. Those people don’t know you, they don’t know how amazing and wonderful you are. They don’t know about the love we have & fuck them !!! You my baby and that’s all that matters.

she knows how to fluster you out in public and every single time you fold.

she’ll walk up behind you while you’re mingling with friends and whispers things in your ear like “ i can’t wait till we get home “ “ you look so good i could eat you out right now “ “ we should have another round of last night “ & once megan walks away you have about 5 minutes to say your goodbyes and hop in the car

now meg may be the dominant one but she LOVES when you put her in her place. she loves when you take control

she’s a B R A T . a brat to the T ! and it’s you’re fault because you spoil the fuck outta her. so once she hears that word “ no “ it’s a wrap first she’ll catch an attitude then she stops talking to you & lastly she goes and hides in your shared bedroom until you change your mind

“ baby please let me in “ silence “ pleaseeee ill give you a kiss “ silence “ “ fine , ill buy you that chanel bag despite you having it already in every single color “ you listen as the door unlocks and she’s just there cheesin like a kid on Christmas “ thank you baby “

big baby at heart.

loves when you tell her she’s pretty in between kisses . she starts blushing then hides her face

one of her favorite memories with you is when she had a really bad day at work so you surprised her by setting up a fort with all her favorite snacks and drinks and ordered in from her favorite restaurant and binge watched all her favorite anime

A HOODIE STEALER ! especially when she travels for work all your hoodies seem to go missing.

loves that you let her be outside and enjoy her time with friends because at the end of the day she’s coming home to you. everyone thinks you should have a problem with her twerking when in reality she’s been doing it long before yall got together and it’s her favorite thing to do so why have her stop.

little does she know you already have a ring picked out for her and can’t wait till the day to make her your wife.

#vees recs #meg thee stallion #megan pete #headcannons #megan thee stallion #meg x y/n

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pupkashi · 2 years

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boyfriend!kakashi headcanons

wordcount: 1,052

a/n: hello !! first time writing for kakashi so feedback is very appreciated !! may have rambled a bit,, this is all over the place sorry >.< i hope u all enjoy

I think it may take a bit for both of you to actually warm up to each other

he’s not exactly walking up to people with open arms like his best friend and you aren’t exactly confident enough to throw yourself out there to the most attractive ninja in the village

after a while you do end up within the same group of friends, sneaking glances at the silver haired sensei when you thought he wasn’t looking

kakashi knew, but he wasn’t gonna call you out anytime soon, always grateful his mask could hide the growing blush on his cheeks when you’d say hello to everyone and giving him a small smile

it wasnt long before the two of you started talking occasionally, naturally gravitating towards each other during parties or at bars

kakashi found himself always keeping an eye out for you no matter where he was, and when he did find you he’d be overjoyed, waving subtly at you before feeling giddy as you smiled widely and bounded towards him

always walked you home if you were alone, making sure to keep you close to him, hands brushing occasionally

it took him a month to work up the courage to ask you out in a date, you happily said yes and it was only up from there

he’d set up a small picnic, food he cooked himself along with your favorite drink and snacks you’d mentioned in passing, the details causing your heart to burst in fondness

kakashi asked you out a week after that, a large bouquet of flowers in hand and a shy smile on his face

dating kakashi is an absolute dream

y’all know the sidewalk rule ?? yeah he does that subconsciously

anytime he holds your hand he rubs sooting little circles or patterns on your knuckles air the back of your hand or palm

when you’re in large crowds he makes sure to hold your hand so he doesn’t lose you, always keeping you infront of him and placing one hand on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd

very little pda, the most he’ll do is holding hands or an occasional kiss on the cheek

behind closed doors however this man is like gum stuck to your side, if gum could talk and subtly ask for kisses and cuddles in bed

“wouldn’t be nice to just lay on the couch and cuddle for the rest of the day?”

“you know what sounds great right now?” “what” “a lot of kisses from you”

his ears would always be a tinge pink after asking and his heart would beat a little harder as you waited to reply, but the butterflies in his stomach erupted as you smiled and peppered kisses all over his face

loves cuddling you so much !!!

especially when he gets to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you play with his hair

absolutely adores hearing about your day and anything and everything you have to say

definitely keeps up with any drama you tell him about, even comes back with new information he ‘stumbled upon’ during the day

would absolutely love cooking for / with you

you two constantly bake together, making enough to give each of his little genin if they were good the previous day (you always made sure to slip naruto a bit more than the others)

furiously protective of you !!! always makes sure you feel safe on nights out, subtly doting on you enough to where you have your space but everyone knows you’re with him

if anyone has the balls to hit on you kakashi is standing behind you with his arms snaking around your waist, giving the other person the most intimidating look possible

definitely uses his build in his favor, standing with his arms crossed and muscles flexing under his shirt, his broad shoulders on full display before saying “can we help you?” to the man eyeing you up and down

you’d always find it very attractive how much he loved and cared for you, soon enough after that you’d drag him back out to make out with him and letting the night lead wherever it might (y’all fuck.)

buys you flowers constantly !!!! if you don’t live together he takes one of the flowers out of the bouquet and keeps it so that he knows when to buy you new ones

lots of ‘this made me think of you’ gifts from all over the place <3

when you can sleep he loves reading to you until you pass out on his chest, a smile on his face as he kisses your forehead and falls asleep next to you

his ninken love you

asking about you whenever they get the chance and bothering kakashi until they get to see you

you always make them treats and let them sleep on your bed, kakashi would scold you for it, telling you they’d get too used to it but when he sees that all of them had fallen asleep with you right in the middle his heart grows in his chest and he knows that he’s in love

takes you out on dates whenever he can so you two can get out of the apartment and catch up if he’s been gone for a while or if life’s just gotten in the way

you guys wouldn’t argue very often but when you did kakashi would be very mature about it, only sometimes shutting you out and leaving for the rest of the day or night to process his emotions alone

even if he’s mad well into the next day he’s make sure you’d eaten and gotten to work safe

the one time he had to leave for a mission the morning of an argument he’d left a ninken with you to walk you to and from work, leaving you a note to eat and stay safe with a small smiley face and heart

by the time he’d gotten back the argument seemed so stupid, and you were just grateful to have your boyfriend back in your arms, gently bringing up the topic and working things out with a smile and hot chocolate in hands

kakashi is just the dream boyfriend and he would love you to the ends of earth :(

#kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi fluff #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hc #kakashi headcanons #hatake kakashi imagine #kakashi Imagine

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celestie0 · 2 months

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i've kept thinking about ch 11 since i read it and just curious if reader HAD worn a swimsuit, HOW WOULD HE HAVE REACTEDD 😩 and alsoo, if it’s not rude to ask, do you think/know if there will eventually be another gojo pov? either way, love kickoff so much. the pacing, the writing, just everything is amazing and thank you for writing and sharing it with all of us!! hope you’re having a good day/night wherever you see this! <3

omg 🙈 that wouldve been idkkk i can see that being rly hot. its ok tho fret not babe i had like a beach party bonfire idea for like a kickoff oneshot where gojo thinks reader is just gonna show up in a cover up or sumn but she shows up in a bikini n yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa he loses his shit

yes bb there will be one more gojo pov chapter before the end!! i knowwwww its been a long tike since his last pov bahhaha (not including the drabbles) i really miss writing his pov. if my plans for the chapters work out, his next pov chap will be ch14 :)

aww thanks darling this message is too sweet please <3 i appreciate u for reading my silly lil fic :”) you have a wonderful day/night!! 💕

#kickoff #asks

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lowkeychenle · 1 year

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Lost & Wayward [NJM] (2)

Description: After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

Genre: Fluff/Eventual smut

Content Warnings: I'm thinking maybe I'll put smut in the next part but for now still just fluff sorryyyy

Word Count: 2,833

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (Canon!AU so all the Dreamies will be mentioned/appear)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

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It’s been a couple days since you’ve heard from Jaeseok. You’ve come to enjoy his company, even if it’s only electronic. You also haven’t received any updates from Minji. You try not to worry, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime.

Although not hearing from Jaeseok put a damper on you. You hope Minji will get back to you soon so you can have a reason to text him. Logically, you know he’s busy with something. The man works crazy hours apparently, because he’s always there…wherever there is.

Minji doesn’t call you until the end of the week. She comes with good news, though—you got the job, and you’d be starting the following Monday. In three days.

You debate even telling Jaeseok at all. If he wants to talk to you, certainly he’d do it, right?

Mid-thought, your phone dings.

Jaeseok (6:34pm): sorry i’ve been mia…things have been really hectic here. how are you doing?

Oh, for the love of God. This man was too caring and nice for his own good. You try to think of what to send back, but you draw a blank. You’ll have to just tell him what’s on your mind, apparently.

You (6:35pm): no worries! i figured you were suuuuper busy considering they give you breaks for dinner instead of just letting you go home Jaeseok (6:35pm): clever You (6:36pm): you wish you could be as clever as me Jaeseok (6:36pm): you got me there. any job updates?? i’m on the edge of my seat and i’ve gotten zero texts :( You (6:38pm): Minji called me a little earlier today. i got it!! i’m so freaking excited Jaeseok (6:38pm): HELL YEAH Jaeseok (6:38pm): didn’t doubt u for a second

You pause. You’ve talked to him via text nearly every day, all day except the last few. Unfortunately, you also get attached easily. You can only hope this friendship will last. He’s been the best friend you’ve ever had in the course of a week.

Jaeseok (6:40pm): are you doing anything to celebrate?! this is seriously great stuff You (6:41pm): unfortunately u are the only friend i have…what am i gonna do if u can’t hang bc u’re working Jaeseok (6:41pm): first of all…unfortunately?? i’m so offended right now Jaeseok (6:42pm): and second of all, u don’t need to do anything crazy. just go…get your favorite meal or something. u deserve it You (6:43pm): are u working? Jaeseok (6:44pm): nope. dogsitting for my shithead friend You (6:44pm): come with me

When it takes a few minutes for him to respond, your brain whirls. You shouldn’t have done that. He’s probably only being friendly because he feels obligated. You’re the one who broke down in the alleyway, and the longer you think about it, the longer you wish you could erase that. What he saw was probably the worst version of you. Great.

You (6:50pm): sorry if that was weird…i don’t know why i would say something like that Jaeseok (7:34pm): holy shit i’m so sorry! this dog is driving me up a wall and i didn’t see you texted. it’s definitely not weird to ask and i really really wish i could come celebrate with you but i’ll have to raincheck ):

You don’t even have the courage to text him back. Instead, you turn off your phone and toss it to the side. None of this should really upset you—he’s extremely busy. Seeing him that night must have been a major fluke, and you’d rather talk to him via text when he had time versus not at all.

At about 9pm, you get an Instagram update notification that Chenle posted. You click on it absentmindedly, pausing at the photo. It’s Chenle, Jaemin, and Daegal. Jaemin cradles Daegal to his chest and pouts at Chenle.

The caption reads, “I’m gone for three hours, and now Jaemin doesn’t want to give her back…”

For some reason, it makes you stop and think. You like the post, close the Instagram app, and open your messages with Jaeseok.

You (9:12pm): how’s dogsitting? Jaeseok (9:15pm): ahhh my friend came to get her a little bit ago…i need to get a pet

That’s one hell of a coincidence. You slide to the Instagram app once more, noting Jaemin’s blue hair. With your heart sinking in your chest, you shake your head. There’s no way.

No. Way.

Plus, Jaeseok wouldn’t lie to you like that. Not about something like this.

You (9:21pm): maybe try cats…if dogs are too much work for u Jaeseok (9:22pm): plus we all know cats are superior You (9:23pm): i’m gonna go to sleep…we’ll celebrate soon? i start work monday Jaeseok (9:24pm): as soon as i can! promise (:

The start of Monday is absolutely hectic. You get your own office up on the third floor. It’s everything you ever could’ve wanted, and you feel as if Jaeseok really is your good luck charm. Not only is this better than your dream job you lost, but it also pays nearly double what you were making.

It’s only when you’ve settled in that you realize your job is hyper-specific. Yes, you work in marketing, but more specifically, you do NCT Dream’s marketing. You almost choked on your water when you saw that on your paperwork.

And unbeknownst to you, you’d receive a visit from the group later in the day. You’re going through the paperwork the previously employed person left for you when a knock sounds at your door.

Your head shoots up and you allow whoever it is to come in. Mark walks in first, a smile on his face. You try to stop your jaw from dropping, but it gives way slightly anyway.

The other boys—the other six—tumble in the door afterward.

“We like to welcome new staff members,” Mark says, holding out an envelope. “It’s nothing crazy, just a card. But I hope we’ll all work well together.”

You grin, surprised your vocal chords work. “Thank you so much. I’m very excited for the opportunity, and I’m sure I can help you guys achieve great things.”

Your eyes scan over the boys, heart stuttering when you see Jaemin. His dark roots are starting to show through the bright blue, but you’re sure the hair stylists will fix it.

They all introduce themselves to you, even though you’re positive they’re all aware you know who they are, and you follow suit after. Again, you find your gaze wandering to Jaemin. He’s staring right back at you.

They leave shortly after their introductions, leaving you alone in your office to ponder on how to wake yourself up. This has to be a dream, but no matter how hard you pinch yourself, it’s not working.

With coincidences adding up, you decide to test your insane theory about Jaeseok being freaking Na Jaemin.

You (12:23pm): guess what

As you suspect, it takes him quite a while to respond.

Jaeseok (1:35pm): hmmm what You (1:38pm): i met nct dream. like for realllll. but also idk if i’m supposed to tell you that? but you’re my only friend so ig do with that what you will Jaeseok (1:39pm): are we close enough for you to tell me your bias now? i’ve been so curious

You grin. Let the games begin.

You (1:39pm): guess Jaeseok (1:40pm): Jisung You (1:40pm): love jisung, but he is so baby Jaeseok (1:41pm): alright then…no baby men. okay what about Mark? You (1:42pm): you’re distracting me from work with your incorrect answers dude Jaeseok (1:42pm): you always distract me from work. call it payback. andddd can you just tell me who it is??? i’ll just go down the list in age order smh You (1:43pm): ooooh you’re a dream stan too if you know age order. okay okay my bias is Chenle!! i want to be daegal’s mom Jaeseok (1:45pm): chenle?! why him????? why daegal’s mom??????? You (1:45pm): the man has the voice of an angel and a jawline for days. why wouldn’t i want to be daegal’s mom Jaeseok (1:46pm): that’s so foul that you only like him for his face You (1:47pm): and to think i was gonna tell you my second fave too… Jaeseok (1:48pm): tell me immediately You (1:49pm): i’ll just tell you the list in order Jaeseok (1:49pm): i’m waiting You (1:50pm): Chenle, Haechan, Renjun, Mark, Jeno, Jisung, Jaemin Jaeseok (1:51pm): ok now wait a minute because you said no babies but jisung is higher than jaemin??????? make it make sense

Even though he’s all but confirming your suspicion of who he is, you can’t help but laugh. What are the odds? Na Jaemin finds you crying on the street and comforts you? You thought you’d be a bit more upset about this, but in reality, you get it. He was nice enough to want to check in on you, regardless of his fame status and busy schedule.

Either way, you let him stew for a little bit. You actually do have some work to do planning for Dream’s upcoming comeback, so you put your phone away for a while. At the end of your first day, you gather up your things and send a text back.

You (5:46pm): Jaemin is the ultimate baby…that’s not a bad thing!! Jaeseok (5:47pm): but CHENLE is ALSO baby You (5:47pm): he’s a meanie and that’s how i like my men Jaeseok (5:48pm): the longer we talk the more i am convinced u need therapy… You (5:49pm): i’ll have you know i tried that and it didn’t work Jaeseok (5:50pm): jaemin is not more baby than chenle and jisung You (5:50pm): prove it

You grin to yourself as you walk out of your office. Waiting by the elevator, you press the button and scroll through Instagram on your phone. You find the picture Chenle posted from last night and linger on it for a few moments. Could you call him out? That’d be too much, wouldn’t it? He’d probably stop talking to you. At this point, you were happy to say he’s a friend, whether he’s really Jaeseok or if he’s Jaemin.

When the doors slide open, you walk in with a smile on your face until you’re confronted with Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin. You blink in shock, obviously still not used to being in their presence. Bowing your head, you smile at them before turning toward the front. Nerves poke along your spine the longer you’re in there with them. They’re all incredibly nice, so the intimidation factor must be in your head.

You decide to test your theory a little further. You pull out your phone.

You (5:57pm): i see u cannot. i’m always right, u should know that if we’re friends

Mere seconds after you hit send, you hear something buzz behind you. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

You (5:57pm): hope work isn’t killing u. that would suck to lose my only friend like that

It buzzes. Again.

“(Y/N),” Chenle says.

You clear your throat and glance over your shoulder at him. “Yes?”

“We’re about to go grab dinner. Our manager’s waiting outside if you want to come along with us?”

You look down at your watch, pursing your lips. It’s almost 6pm. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to hang out with them, but when he’s offering so nicely, how could you say no? You exchange looks with Jaemin and Jisung as well before nodding.

“Sure, why not?”

Everything you see about their friendships in videos is true. They have the same personalities on and off camera, which is pretty rare for people in the spotlight.

You didn’t decide the seating arrangement, but you ended up next to Chenle and across from Jisung. Chenle tells you a story about Daegal from the other day, Jisung listens to it even though he’s probably already heard it before, and Jaemin quietly eats his food.

“You know, you elbowed Jaemin in the face in the Broken Melodies performance video,” you tell Chenle.

“His face bumped into my elbow. He shouldn’t have been so close,” Chenle replies, sending a sly grin over at Jaemin. “He’s alright.”

“I can’t believe they left that in there.” Jaemin chuckles, running his fingers through his hair.

You pull out your phone, almost gasping when you see the time. “It’s almost nine.”

“Yeah, we don’t really get a ton of evenings to ourselves,” Jisung says. “I’m honestly surprised we got out as early as we did today.”

You feel bad for them, truly. They barely get a free moment, and here they are, bringing you along for it. By the time 9:30 comes around, the boys prepare to leave. As much as you vehemently say no, Jaemin pays for everyone’s food. You all climb into the van, and the manager drives everyone home. Jisung is the first to be dropped off, then Chenle, and then you.

You sit in the car alone with Na Jaemin, awkwardly avoiding conversation with him. He glances at you occasionally, but he’s too respectful to stare.

“You live by yourself?” he asks, shattering the silence between the two of you.

Thankfully, the darkness obscures your blush. “Yeah, I do.”

“And you usually walk?” Jaemin’s dark eyebrows furrow, his head slightly tilting to the side. “That doesn’t seem safe.”

“I’ve been doing it for years. Really, it’s fine.”

The car stops outside of your apartment building. You go to open the door, but Jaemin reaches out and grabs your wrist. Recoiling in shock, you look between his hand and his face.

“Sorry,” he says, letting you go. “But…I live down the street. You should let me at least walk you home when I can.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I really don’t need that. And the last thing you need is for someone to take it the wrong way.” You reach out for the door handle again. “Thank you for dinner. That was really kind of you.”

He pauses, letting out a small sigh. “Just…don’t worry about my end of things. You shouldn’t be walking home alone. Especially now that you work with us.”

“I’ll consider it. Goodnight, Jaemin.”

“Goodnight.”

As soon as you’re inside your apartment, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, a smile forming on your face on its own accord when you see who the notification is from.

Jaeseok (9:58pm): luckily for you, your only friend is still alive. You (9:59pm): ah yes, so lucky Jaeseok (9:59pm): also i don’t need to prove jaemin isn’t a baby, you’ll see eventually. they all do You (10:00pm): who is they? Jaeseok (10:00pm): everyone Jaeseok (10:01pm): but that’s besides the point. i hope you’re enjoying your new job You (10:02pm): loving it. especially considering I spent the whole evening talking to Chenle about Daegal Jaeseok (10:03pm): just chenle? You (10:04pm): wouldn’t u like to know Jaeseok (10:04pm): don’t ditch me for chenle. i will be very upset You (10:05pm): idk…chenle hangs out with me at least…

He should really just tell you. At this point, you have an NDA signed, so it’s not like there’s much you could say to anyone anyway. After hearing the way he talked to you in the car, you’re certain Jaeseok and Jaemin are the same person. Without a doubt.

Now, you just have to come up with a way to get him to admit it. Or you could call him out on it, but that’s nowhere near as fun.

That night, you toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. It seems like you’re not the only one—your phone buzzes against your nightstand.

Jaeseok (12:03am): there’s something i need to tell you.

So much for sleeping tonight…

You (12:05am): it better be good, cuz i’m trying to sleep Jaeseok (12:05am): depends on your definition of good i guess. i think this would be easier in person. can i come see you? You (12:05am): when? Jaeseok (12:06am): right now

Nerves blossom in your stomach at the thought. You stare at the conversation a bit longer than you should before shooting out of bed and trying to make yourself look presentable. Your phone buzzes again.

Jaeseok (12:10am): i really need to see you

You can’t say no to that. Your palms sweat at the idea of him coming to your apartment. At the end of the day, you’re fairly certain Jaeseok is Jaemin. But even if he’s not, knowing you have someone who craves to see you in person is a new sensation for you. It doesn’t matter who he is. He’s your friend.

You text him your exact address.

Jaeseok (12:12am): be there in ten

#jaemin #na jaemin #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct jaemin #nct smut #nct fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin smut #nct scenarios

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gunilslaugh · 1 year

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Hiii! I have been feeling super anxious lately, and xdh has been a huge comfort. Which makes me wonder if you'd be willing/able to write about how the boys would comfort you when you're feeling overwhelmed/panicky?

Thank you for all your works! You got amazing writing skills!

I'm so sorry to hear that :( I hope that you'll start to feel less anxious 💕

All members <(*u*)>

Summary: How Xdinary Heroes react to you being anxious/overwhelmed.

WC:916

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Your anxiousness has been overbearing lately. Despite your best efforts to manage it on your own, Gunil could tell that you were struggling. That’s why he proposed a relaxing movie night. He bought your favorite snacks and drinks. One of your comfort movies/shows was playing on the t.v. Gunil wrapped the two of you up in a fuzzy blanket. One of his arms stayed around your waist, rubbing it soothingly. The other one was resting on his lap as he reassuringly held your hand. He whispered loving words to you in efforts to help you relax and ease your mind. Gunil also made it clear that you could call him wherever you need, it didn’t matter what he was doing he would come running to you. He would support you and help you best that he could.

Jungsu

Currently you were standing in line at a cafe with Jungsu for a date. The line was a bit crowded and it caused you to feel a bit overwhelmed. Stepping closer to Jungsu in an attempt to calm your nerves a bit. Noticing your movement, Jungsu glanced at you and caught sight of you fidgeting with your hands that were faintly shaking. A frown fell upon his face he moved to stand behind you swaddling you with his arms and rested his chin on your head. He felt a bit better when you relaxed in his embrace.

“Are you ok?” He asked you with concern.

“Yeah the crowd is just a bit overwhelming,” you answered him. Once you got your order and walked over to the table, Jungsu pulled his chair next to yours instead of sitting across from you.

“We can go home if you want,” he suggested.

“No, I'm ok now. I’ve just been a bit more anxious than usual,” you explained.

“Can I do anything?” Jungsu asked sincerely.

“You’re already doing great,” you smiled at him.

Gaon/Jiseok

It was your third stay-in date in a row with Jiseok. Not that he minded, he was just happy to spend time with you, wherever it was. However he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were avoiding going outside, so he decided to ask you about it.

“Y/n, is there any reason why you want to stay in lately?” Jiseok carefully asked you. Putting your phone down, you turned to face Jiseok.

“My anxiety has been acting up, so it’s easier to be inside,” you revealed. He swears he felt his heart crack a tiny bit. The first thing he thinks of is to just squish you in a loving hug. He reassures you that you guys can have as many stay-in dates that you need, but whenever you feel ready to have an out-the-house date, he’ll be by your side the entire time.

O.de/Seungmin

He pays a lot of attention to you, so he’s quick to notice that you’ve been acting a bit different lately. When you guys are out you stand one step closer than normal to him. You’re always fidgeting with something, your fingers, rings, bracelet, sleeve, hem of your shirt even. The pair of you were currently at your apartment just hanging out. Seungmin went to the kitchen to get you some drinks. He re-entered your room with two mugs in his hand.

“I read that chamomile tea is good for anxiety,” he said as he handed you a mug.

“How did you know?” you questioned him slightly shocked, but the way your heart melted at his kind gesture overrode it.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t notice how anxious you’ve been lately,” he voiced. He would spend the rest of the day doing whatever he could to help you feel more at ease.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun could tell that you were acting a bit more on edge lately. He wanted to help you, but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. At the moment the both of you were on the bus. Heading towards your place after your day out. Hyeonjun noticed that you were imperceptibly shaking. He took out his headphones and put one of them in your ear, playing a playlist of your favorite songs that he created. He also took one of your hands in his and stroked his thumb back and forth. You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, nerves slowly fading away. Even though he never said anything you could tell that he cared and was worried. Because Hyeongjun found a way to make silence say the loudest words. His thoughtful actions expressed his concern along with his comfort.

Jooyeon

Albeit that Jooyeon can actually be quite shy himself when he knows you're feeling anxious he’ll step up. If you’re out at a restaurant he’ll order for you. He’d also cling to you like a koala when you're walking through crowded places to help you feel more secure. If he senses your anxiety getting worse he would immediately take you home. If you tried to convince him that you were fine he would just insist that he was the one who wanted to go home. After arriving back at your home he would drag you to cuddle. Then you would watch videos together on his phone or play a game.You still kinda felt bad for making you guys come back early, but he reassured you that your health was much more important. You were more important than whatever place you traveled to together.

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cxnevr · 1 year

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astro theory: the solar return chart of your social media account’s birth chart could possibly point to things like what you post more of that year, what you’re known for online… maybe even increased popularity or followers that year?? will update once i have sufficiently researched with more birth charts but it’s resonated greatly with mine so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

e.g.

this past year i had an eleventh house stellium in the solar return chart of my Instagram account and my literally every post i made was filled with friends 😭😭 aphrodite conjunct my eleventh house + venus in the eleventh and every post was made to be as aesthetic as possible but everything involved friends. venus also conj mercury and i definitely used social media a lot for conversations with my friends about things (…or people) i found aesthetically pleasing AND SO MUCH MUSIC (sag venus conj sag mercury) WITH TEACHERS

half the stellium was also in sagittarius and most posts dealt with the theme of education, graduation, even mini adventures i had and the celebration of different cultures (something my country has).

capricorn asc and my usage of the acc was cut down significantly this year and nn (4h) conj uranus (5h); i really posted at really random times with no warning whatsoever and there was never really any predictability with what or when i posted.

OH AND moon conj my tenth house this year and people really kept telling me that they perceived me to be very lowkey and private on social media (very cool because this was exactly what i was trying to do). and plus pretty much every post i made was just loved ones and things i loved and held close to my heart. definitely opened up my social media account up to more loved ones as well.

anyway these are all very basic observations because i haven’t done much research but i hope you enjoyed AND DEFINITELY TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT because sometimes things arent always that extreme like i have fama and aphrodite both conjunct my mc next year but im definitely not going to run around thinking im going to be the next famous model discovered on instagram next year yknow? BUT YES im rambling now

thank u for reading and i hope you have good day/night, wherever you are!

#note to self #astro community #astro observations #astrology observations #astrology notes #solar return #solar return chart #astroblr

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Vampire - Vlad's Sequel

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Watching the snow fluttering in the cold air made my heart freeze as the scene of "that day" was spread out before my eyes.

(I know this view.)

The corridor where the moonlight couldn't reach was tinged with grief, but, believing in what awaited me, I ran as my heart urged me to.

I kept on running and arrived at that room that I had visited only once in time.

This time, I didn't hesitate to put my hand on the closet door to find him, the man I love more than anyone else.

(Wherever you are, I will find you again and again.)

(Always...)

The moment I opened the closet, my vision turned white like snow.

Mitsuki: "----!"

When I woke up, I saw a familiar ceiling and the dazzling morning sun shining through the window instead of snow-filled scenery.

Mitsuki: "A dream?"

(It was like the dream I had before I met him.)

As soon as I pictured the man I had looked for in my dreams, my heart skipped a beat.

(I really miss him on mornings like this.)

Mitsuki: "Morning, everyone!"

Napoleon: "Morning, Mitsuki. *yawn*"

Sebastian: "Good morning."

Everyone greeted me back as I entered the dining hall, where the aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee wafted through the air.

Sebastian: “Sit down. I’ll prepare your breakfast.”

Mitsuki: “Thanks, but sorry, I gotta leave soon, so I’ll pass on it.”

Napoleon: “What? You’re leaving already?”

Mitsuki: “Yep, I’m taking the day off, so I can help out at the flower shop today.”

Isaac: “Hmm, that guy’s place, huh? But why don’t you at least eat breakfast?”

Arthur: “Hey, hey, Newt, are you jealous? C-U-T-E.”

Isaac: “It’s not like that. And can you please not butt in every time I say something?”

The lively exchange, which had already become the norm, made me smile.

Sebastian: “Leave the mansion to me and have fun.”

Mitsuki: “Okay! I’m off then.”

Everyone sent me off, and I left the mansion.

(Is it already Christmas season?)

As December came, decorated trees, ornaments, and other festive decorations lined the city.

And the snow that fell last night was turning the scenery into winter colors.

(Ah...)

I spotted someone as beautiful as a snow spirit.

His gaze was directed to the sky as if he was chasing a fleeting fantasy, and upon seeing his profile, my heart squeezed in my chest.

(That’s how he looked up at the sky when we first met.)

I took one step closer and then another.

Mitsuki: "You look so lonely. What's wrong?"

When I called out to him, as I did that day, his crimson eyes, like roses, reflected mine.

Vlad: "I was hoping to see you soon, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: “Me too, Vlad.”

His lonely expression disappeared, and my beloved finally smiled.

Vlad: “The snow seems to have stopped late at night. Today is a nice day.”

The sky was breathtakingly blue and beautifully clear.

(The moon and stars were not visible last night due to the thick snow clouds.)

The view of the white crystals falling through the night suddenly overlapped with my dream.

Mitsuki: “I guess I had that dream because it was snowing.”

Vlad: “Dream?”

Vlad: “What did you dream about?”

His soft gaze urged me to speak.

Mitsuki: “I dreamed of that snowy day when I found you hiding in the closet.”

Vlad: “Yeah. For me, it was the day you first found me.”

Mitsuki: “And for me, it was the day I found you once again.”

We stared at each other, reminiscing and unraveling that precious day.

I met Vlad a month after I had time-traveled to 19th-century Paris.

Due to an anomaly in the door, I was unable to return to my original era, and Vlad was the only one I could confide my true feelings.

Vlad: "I don't want to dismiss your problems as trivial. Besides, you shouldn't feel that way."

Vlad: "People live from the heart."

He gently wrapped my heart, hidden by my insecurities, and we fell in love as if it was natural.

However, as soon as I became attracted to him, I was confronted with a cruel truth.

Vlad: "I love this world, so I will definitely change the future with my own hands and protect it."

Vlad: "I thought I only wished for that, but there is one thing I can't let go of."

Vlad: "I wish I could see you next to me, Mitsuki."

He was a pure-blooded vampire with a self-righteous ambition to use the great men to control human thought.

Behind it all, he had an endless love for this world and loneliness.

I want to believe, I don't want to believe, I want to understand, I don't want to understand.

What I arrived at through repeated conflicts was my desire to save Vlad's heart.

With that thought in my heart, I traveled through time.

Mitsuki: "You're not alone."

Vlad: ".........."

Mitsuki: "I'll be waiting for you long beyond the eternity in which you live."

Vlad: "The strength of a person's feelings can work miracles and save hearts."

Vlad: "Mitsuki, I won't give up protecting this world because it's my mission."

Vlad: "Hey, my ambitions一No, will you be there for my "dream"?

Vlad's heart, covered with snow, melted, and our love, connected by the past and the future, was sealed.

The joys and sorrows we experienced were all lovely memories we spun together.

(I love Vlad with all my heart.)

For that reason, I will surely choose to become a vampire someday.

(Until that day comes, I wish to spend my human life with him.)

Vlad: "Mitsuki."

I looked up, and he kissed the back of my hand he took.

Vlad: "Thank you for finding me today."

Mitsuki: “----!”

My heart leaped out of my chest as our gazes came closer.

Mitsuki: "I love you, Vlad."

(I'm so happy that I can honestly accept his feelings now.)

Vlad: "I love you too."

Vlad's warmth touched my lips as I closed my eyes.

Mitsuki: "Then, let's open the shop. I'll help you today!"

As soon as I said this, my stomach growled.

Vlad: "Ahaha! Sounds like your tummy wants something to eat before you help out?"

(Ah, geez! Why does it have to growl at a time like this!?)

My face, already on fire from the afterglow of our kiss, became even hotter.

Mitsuki: "I skipped breakfast this morning because I wanted to see you."

Vlad: "You chose me over breakfast. Thank you."

Vlad: "Let's go to a nearby cafe and eat first. The flowers can wait at least that long."

Vlad: "Let's go. Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Okay!"

Entwining our hands, we walked side by side through the streets under the endless blue sky as our lovely days continued.

At that time, I didn't have any doubts.

That night, a crescent moon hung in the dark blue sky, and I fell asleep, lured by the pale moonlight.

(This place...)

(I'm dreaming of "that day" again.)

The windblown snow grazed my cheeks as I stood in the corridor and stared at the scene in front of me, bracing myself against the blade-like cold.

(Why?)

Why is my dream keep coming back to this moment?

I pondered, but my feet were running on their own, and I opened a familiar door as I arrived in that room.

(Sorry I'm late. I'll find you now.)

There was supposed to be a boy sitting in a small closet, but...

(Huh?)

I only saw an empty closet.

Mitsuki: "Vlad..."

There was only darkness, and the boy with the crimson eyes was nowhere to be found.

Mitsuki: "Where are you?"

(I have to find him.)

At that moment, I pressed my temples as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

Mitsuki: "Who am I going to find?"

(Huh? I...)

(Who am I supposed to be looking for?)

Mitsuki: "!!"

I suddenly woke up and opened my eyes to find my heart was beating wildly.

Mitsuki: "Vlad?"

I uttered the name of my loved one to check my memory.

(What's that dream just now?)

(Did I forget Vlad in my dream?)

Feeling a sense of emptiness, I shook my head to shake off the discomfort.

(There's no way I could forget Vlad.)

(That was just a dream.)

I told this to myself to escape the lingering dream that was chasing me, but I didn't realize at the time that this was a sign of our destiny.

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ceilidho · 4 months

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dearest ceil!!! first of all, good morning/night wherever it is you are, i hope you’re having a lovely day 🫶 im sure you’ve done smth similar in the past, but if it’s not too much trouble could u please give a few book recs?? feels like an age since the last time i read a new book😭

hi!!! it's morning for me now so hello good morning!!

hmm depends what kind of book you want, but here's a very quick recommendation list:

romance love on the brain, ali hazelwood (im still a reylo at heart and i love ali's books)

fiction severance, ling ma

nonfiction underland, robert macfarlane

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akaakeis · 1 month

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HI LOVELY!!! THIS ASK GAME IS SO CUTE!! i'd love to ask these three if that's okay <3: 6, 13, and 22!

HII NESS!! <3 RIGHT? I LOVE IT!! THANK U FOR SENDING IN AN ASK AAAA

6 - Give us a few quotes?

oh gosh im not the greatest when it comes to quotes but some of my favorite quotes are as follows!! :

from mieko kawakami's lovers in the night - "When I start to feel emotional about something, I can't tell if I'm actually feeling that way. What if it's just something somebody wrote in a book? Or maybe a line or a performance from some movie... Either way, I get this feeling like I'm quoting somebody else's work."

from chuck palahniuk's invisible monsters - "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

wherever on earth this long quote came from, i always think about it - "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."

13 - Talk about a scent?

the smell of matcha <3 its so earthy and refreshing to smell, whether you just made it or if you just bought it from a café!! it reminds me a lot of slow days when i wake up late from staying up till like 2. it also reminds me of browsing books at barnes and noble and just not having any plans for the day! but at the same time, it also feels like late nights studying at the library, cramming for ap tests and finals. i love the way matcha smells- it just reminds me of so many different things <3

22 - Favourite snack foods?

...erm ☺️ i have the snack taste of a kid so. i really like jelly sticks, goldfish, piattos, and nagaraya!!!!!

#asks!!#ness ily ness

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