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lvlyghost · 5 months

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pairings: simon riley x f!reader

summary: reader suffers from a chronic illness and ghost finds out.

wc: 1.1k

tw: chronic pain, chronic illness, slight angst i think, comfort. not edited and not proofread. that's it.

a/n: sorry y'all i'm struggling a lot with writer's block lately so i'm writing these silly little things to help me out of it so don't mind me!

By the moment Ghost enters his shared office he's frowning so hard that he fears it might leave a permanent mark on his forehead. The first day wasn't unusual as it was normal for soldiers, technicians and federal agents to come and go. Gaz is humming under his breath and greets him with a slight nod when he spots him but he barely returns the gesture. His desk is full of reports waiting to be filled some labeled 'Urgent' in big red letters.

Sitting down he manages to get done the first stack of papers but his mind was lost elsewhere barely paying attention to the work he never had trouble getting done in no time. Part of him wonders if Kyle will tease him if he asked about her. But better asking him than Johnny. As he leans back in his chair, fidgeting with the pen in his hands. Gaz barely pays attention, too enraptured by whatever he's watching on his own computer.

"Where's the girl?"

The Sergeant startles at the sudden sound of his deep voice. Hard and demanding.

"Sir?" He half chuckles when brown eyes meet each other.

"Have you seen her? She's supposed to report back to me and she hasn't." It was only half a truth. She did have to report to him every progress made for future missions, give him the intel so he can report to the Captain. The thing was, there were no missions taking place soon. No black ops, nothing. But Kyle didn't know that.

Gaz lifts his brows, trying to figure out who his Lieutenant was talking about, until it hits him.

"Oh." He murmurs. "The tech girl, Lt?" He shrugs. "Haven't seen her in a few days, have you tried calling her or you know... going to the women's barracks?"

Ghost scoffs as if the mere idea was ridiculous.

"No. Guess she'll show up."

She has to.

Standing up he exits the office under Gaz's questioning look. The hallways feel endless the more he walks to the tech wing, he knows if he passes down that specific hallway he'd be able to see through the glass that serves as walls if she's there or not.

Much to his already building annoyance she's not there.

Rolling onto your back you squeeze your eyes shut once more. An unyielding pain throbbing in the back of your skull shoots yet another wave of nausea making you feel more miserable than ever.

It's been two days since the whole ordeal started. It began with a subtle pain that couldn't recognize the symptoms at first, merely blinking away the black dors that started to blurred your vision one afternoon when you were trying to fill the reports for Ghost, pages and pages of new intel recovered from long lost contacts online.

Saying it was hard to dig in all those dark places was an understatement. You had tried to push the symptoms of uneasiness to the back of your mind, typing and decoding algorithms for what could be days. Days without sleep or proper and much needed rest.

So, when the first wave hit you had ran to the bathroom, throwing up what little you had eaten that day. Oh how you hated it. Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes and the terror began, everything went down hill from there.

Shutting the computer off you gathered your belongings. The corridors were in complete silence, abandoned hours ago when everyone went to their dorms.

You remembered picking up some of your things from the women's barracks and retreating to your personal dorm where no one would bother you. As a member of the task force you had a place for you alone —just as the rest of the team— and you're grateful because the next days were a nightmare.

The curtains were tightly closed. Not the tiniest bit of light could pass even if the sun burned brighter. The earplugs helped but they didn't do much to alleviate the external noises. Fuck why were the soldiers so loud? You asked to yourself, jaw tight in an effort to soothe the pulsing on your forehead.

After laying in the same position for another hour you decide to get up, dragging your feet in an enormous attempt to get to the bathroom. With the lights turned off you undress as quickly as you can; standing on your feet is hard enough already but you wait nonetheless for the bath to fill with cool water.

With numb extremities you step in and lower yourself, it's almost soothing and calming the way the water swallows your body and then your head. Ever since these headaches —these migraines— started to interfere, you learned that cool water could help to ease the symptoms. Time passes by and when you emerge your teeth chatter, lips turned purple but it was worth it. God was it worth it.

You're exhausted, this has taken a toll on you. Fitting your pajamas feels like an impossible task. Your head throbs with the slightest of movement. And then the door opens just a tad, reveling the dark shadow of the man you'd recognize anywhere.

"Ghost," you murmur acknowledging his presence, half shocked half embarrassed that he's right here in your bedroom. Your bathroom.

"Why is everything dark?" His voice is too loud and it makes you flinch; he's quick to notice even in the sheer darkness. He notices the whimper in your voice when he speaks too loud. He notices the way your body sags, and when he takes a step close you lean on him. Forehead pressing down on his broad chest. "Hey." He calls you, voice lowering this time. "Let me take you to the bed."

And you almost want to say something it. Make a comment about it being inappropriate but you're too sick to even do it so you let him guide you. You let him lay you down and surprises you when he follows.

Bodies curling against the other. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes so hard until the pain soothes. "You never told me about it."

"Never had the chance. Thought you hated me, remember?"

Ghost sighs. He had never intended for you to feel like that around him, he just wasn't accustomed to having such a nice person around him. You were so different from everything he knew.

"Forgive me, love." He mutters. "They're gonna start asking questions."

"What do you mean?" You grab him by the shirt when a sudden wave of nausea hits you. He caresses your hair in a calming manner.

"I asked Garrick about you." Before you can fight it a smile spreads on your face.

"Johnny..." you snort, regretting it the moment the laugh rattles in your brain. The Scot is about to have a field day when he finds out. "Ow..."

"Will never hear the end of it." His thumb presses down on your temple massaging the spot. "Better?"

"Yeah." There's a moment of brief silence where all you can hear is the sound of feet outside your dorm. People carrying on with their lives. "Would you stay with me tonight Lt.?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

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kittsyspaw · 3 months

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⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED And I'll be rewriting soon)

First part

The birds twittering outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in for a while, comfortable, silly sheets dropping over the tangled limbs onto each other.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths could be heard from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You opened them again, looking at your best friend.

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were holding your breath until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, a pleading hint in his words as the male shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong Joker?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattoed boys grip tightening, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your aid, Wooin was awoken.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned a playful 'no' digging his face deeper in your chest.

"Please? I have school in two hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be tiring. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin as the last one.

Being kinda enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast as the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands stroked your waist up and down, the taller figure behind you blocking the light from shining on your body.

Tattoos were displayed the forearm of Jokers as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

You were sitting your classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent towards the boys way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy of the embarrassment you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you exited the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine. "Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice as your own reached the ends of your city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No bruh! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a sad face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And i mean a lot of money.

୨୧

You receives a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker where going today only for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge dramatic show with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you where you were going, with who, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, made you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen wonder who you were texting.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return him made Owen sad, not finishing his question.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocated, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' to which he walked with you behind him to the cashier.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Signing, you slightly cringed at what Owen had called you but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you almost got a meter away.

"Y/nie wait!!"

Never mind, you got secondhand embarrassment. Why did he shout that nickname so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like the boring mood from before switched 180°, shining so brightly as he took you inside, the breeze of the coffee smell hit your senses as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you since he couldn't speak Korean that good.

"Y/n?"

"What's up?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He acted as if he was 'sad'

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the necklace. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he went left for his own seat after helping you.

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faintly, maybe because of the scorching sun on his face that turned it to a slightly pink hue. His pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

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Just as your food arrived, the noise of bell on the door that lead inside the cafe made your ears twitch, hearing a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Aa!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up to get picked up by you.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he noticed your figure.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more which lead to you laughing at his cuteness, the black haired boy proud of himself.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The baby blue haired male sighed at his brother, this kid was nagging him to no stop so he could take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he met you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood stopping its flow, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took you Jokers hand into your own, it swallowed yours in size as you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide. Him and the Blondie had a staring contest, both not speaking up. Just glaring draggers at each other.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You stared at Owen who made you stop talking to the kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you smirking. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Joker couldn't understand him or what?

But the male who looked like a gangster didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Just in that moment, a veiny hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too high it made you clench them around it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'rivals' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owens smirk spread on his face, his fingers were now taking the pendent on the necklace around your beck.

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

He hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You had your hand around Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the conversation stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a brand. A very pricy one.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished doing the order for your best friend, from instinct, you reached down, placing your fingers ontop of Jokers hand.

If only he could also afford you pretty things like that, would you like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes popping out their sockets. Who knew Joker was also sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would rather cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker interlaced his fingers with yours, taking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker halted and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you making you disgustingly sweat, hearing your heart in your ears. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a pinkish glow. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out.

"Whats you type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, youre probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, walking him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pining you like a predator would to its prey, he was in deep thoughts, staying by your side.

You just got to your apartment, in front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the male who took your face in his palm.

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your heart stopped beating, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, pulling you to his body.

By him tilting your head, the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers, your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably fall.

You were moved from side to side occasionally, none of you letting go, wrapped up against each other.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so perfect, made for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation in his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as hell. The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt tight, he needed to take you home now...

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were clashing again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining in. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whos face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted into pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the grip on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his moisturized lips. He was just about to sleepover at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears coming up? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the pierced boy who got a glare in return, only for the taller boy to stop when he saw him hugging you, buying your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, busting watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringy, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, only smirked while the one towering over you sneaked a hand around your waist.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...if we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open up the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breath against your head, something poking against your inner inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made you hitch your breath, two beasts emerging through the door after you, thats when you were pulled back from walking away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't who until Wooin moved in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt as it came in contact with your lips and mouth. The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hiickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running crawling on your spine, your mouth occupied by Wooin who's breath was getting shorter with yours which lead him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didnt know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, his baseline of his cock showing through the sweats he wore.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, placing it on his hard-on, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You earned for all of it.

"Hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undressing, feeling a bit cold . "spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. That's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you to the chilly air, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs perfect for Wooin.

Your hips flinched at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping of the wet muscle.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last dinner.l

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down, his hands massaged the side on your belly, trying to get you to relax.

Sweet noises exited your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own Good but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"W-wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it left your hole that pulsated, only for him to stimulate you by running circles around the pearl.

His thumb took that spot, harsh rubbing to your clit that throbbed, sending sensual feelings all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shaking.

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didnt like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, your heart was beating like crazy, so hot. The room was so lewd.

The noise were so lewd, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so long? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the baby blue haired boy who's cock was definitely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroom tip that was a glowing red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His too was inside, now the rest 9 inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shut close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped, you shook, your warm walls were trying to push out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your hip, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder balde, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it hurt so much, your flesh was blocking you and him from moving.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were around the base, clit catching on the vein running along on his huge dick that made you want to throw up when it was filling you up.

The way your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier , his cock now pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruised your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again but you steadied on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your soft spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, by the was you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at base of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched as if he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each thrust, sending you off the edge each time.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so heated, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a fleshlight.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins and caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker bulge inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft forcing your elastic walls to rip each time.

"I love you....I love you."

The boy who's eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you gave him, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it ripped again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling a bit as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blew the guilt away.

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didnt stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your juices covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, the was you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the brim with hot, creamy cum that trickled down the sides if your hole, the cock that was layered with the white honey and onto his now emptied balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

HYou probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you now gripping onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, I'm on the pill, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

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You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didnt want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

Tags heh

@loyard176 here you go :3

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You drew stars around my scars || Manhwa DILFS edition

Synopsis: drawing or painting something on them

《Claude de Alger Obelia, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Regis Adri Floyen, Abel Heilon, Gallahan Lombardi, Charente Crown, Dane Henstone, Lant Agriche | gn!reader��

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

A/N: should I do the female leads/characters next?

Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Claude De Alger Obelia

"Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 You were sitting on one of the couches provided on the Emperor's office per usual. Just laying there doing nothing eventually got you into boredom.

🦋 You started to think of something that may entertain you. Then your eyes come across the quill on Claude's office table. You suddenly remembered that day you spend with Athy.

🦋 The young princess managed to get ahold of some paint and offered if she could paint some doodle on you. You had been strict on neatness so this made you quite nervous inside yet you agreed with the young princess' request. She did told you to return the same favor to her, and you both had the joyous laugh and fun of your lives. Lily did scold the both of you after she caught you two.

🦋 Since it's only you and the Emperor, only he could be your victim. You ask if you could draw on him mindlessly, forgetting just who you were talking to. After a long moment of stunned silence, you finally realized that the person you were talking to is Claude de Alger Obelia.

🦋 As you were about to apologize, he says: "It's fine." Of course you were shock, contemplating if he did mean it or if it's your last day of living. After a while, you finally stood up and did as you wanted to.

🦋 As a matter of fact, he actually saw what happened that day, he could hear your rare laugh along with his daughter's. He decided to 'check' on what was happening and there he saw you both, filthy with paint yet happy. Thus, today he was quite shock by your sudden request, he won't ever admit it but he felt quite jealous seeing that.

🦋 It would be quite nice to do this to him while he's having his beauty rest, but only when you have the guts🤭

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Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Anastacius De Alger Obelia

"Former Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 Let's set this by the time he's still possessed.

🦋 As Lady Jennette's personal attendant, you had always been around her as she grew up. You were kindhearted and gentle. Jennette really admires you a lot, she grew to see you as a parental figure of hers.

🦋 One day, you saw Jennette chatting with a man that seemed familiar for some reason. After debating with yourself whether you should interrupt or not, you remembered the reason you came looking for her.

🦋 Anastacius could see you walking forward from his peripheral vision but he continued to talk with his daughter.

"Lady Jennette, your afternoon tea is ready."

"Right of course! I'll see you next time Viscount!"

🦋 After Jennette left, you and Anastacius had a short staring contest before you left to go follow the young lady.

🦋 Jennette doesn't seem to mind the company of this certain Viscount Patterson yet you were rather suspicious of him, he just has this mysterious aura that you can't trust him just yet. However, you didn't voice out your doubts, you were just a mere servant you couldn't just interfere in your master's business that easily. Eventhough Jennette wouldn't mind at all

🦋 After some days, there seem to be no suspicious movement from him so you started to warm up to him a bit. What matters the most to you was Jennette's safety and happiness.

🦋 You and Jennette were doodling on each others arms, this always bring calm to Jennette and she enjoys doing this so it has became a habit between you both, sometimes Ijekiel does join when he has spare time but today he was quite busy so instead you were accompanied by Viscount Patterson. Jennette's friendly personality invited him as he happened to pass by, and here he is now seated beside you.

🦋 Jennette had gotten tired and decided to take a break. As she ate her biscuits she suggested for him to join and for you to draw on him as she is too tired to continue.

"May I?"

🦋 You asked him and he did agree, only because of his daughter. He was surprise at how good you are and compliment you for your talent. He asked if you were an artist before but you were not, though painting and sketching are hobbies of yours.

🦋 Jennette watch the interaction between you two, she was very happy and celebrating inside. Although you were kind and gentle, you're also very shy, she still remembers the time you first meet her. Your soft voice and stuttering at your introduction replays in her memory. Before, you couldn't even talk without a stutter at all, yet here you are now finally allowing yourself to mingle with others.

🦋 You were slowly warming up, and Anastacius could see that too.

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Father, I Dont Want To Get Married!

Regis Adri Floyen

"Duke of the Floyen Duchy"

🦋 At this very moment, Regis feels as the most fortunate man to be able to have you in this life.

🦋 Jubel is seated in front of you as you do a portrait of her. After you had finish, she excitedly rush to you. Seeing your finished masterpiece of her, Jubellian poured a waterfall of praises while gazing amazedly at you.

🦋 She fancied you even in the 'novel', you were the only one who genuinely cared for the villainess. You tried everything to break up Jubellian and Mikhail, knowing he wasn't sincere with her at all, yet it cause the connection between you both to cut off as Jubellian believes "you did not want for her to be happy". Despite all that, you still defended her during the accident even if it costed you your life.

🦋 The entire ordeal, Regis just watched your interaction with his daughter, very grateful that you are still a part in this life. The serenity of the sight in front of him brought Regis' heart into peace. This tranquility he wishes would last, but he knows now is not the right time, but eventually it will come. He has been given a second chance to right the wrongs so he must use this chance, right?

🦋 Jubel could feel some piercing eyes from behind her, she turned to scold max as she thought it was just him, but it was her father, gazing lovingly at them. Picking up on the hint, Jubel excuse herself so you and her father could spend some time.

🦋 Regis took the seat Jubel previously seated on, waiting for you to pick up on his presence. All of a sudden, Selena thought it would be a good opportunity to be the third wheel. You heard a chirping on your side, knowing it was either Selli or Eddie, you took a look at your side only to yelp, surpise to find the empty spot replaced by Regis and Selena on his shoulder.

🦋 Afterwards you started some small talk with him while petting Selli, who moved to lay on your lap. Since you had already made a portrait and painting of Regis before, you thought why don't he become your canvas this time.

🦋 Although he was confuse on what you meant he agreed, you hold his arm and started drawing some cute animals you could think of there. Although it wasn't his first time seeing your artworks, it never ceases to amaze him.

🦋 He loves to give compliments and praises to your artworks and you. In this life, he will cherish you always and never take you for granted.

🦋 While you two are having a lovey-dovey moment, Jubel watches from the door, she was very happy for the two of you, however someone was not. Selena was not happy, not because of the two of you but because you still haven't made a portrait of her. Don't worry 'cause Edward comforted her as he too, still hasn't gotten his own portrait.

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Author Of My Own Destiny/ I Became The Wife Of The Male Lead

Abel Heilon

"Duke of the North"

🦋 You and Abel had a slow burn romance which Fiona greatly regrets now. At first she thought it was a good idea and she really liked how it turned out. But right now she just wants to shove the two of you together in one place so these longing stares will finally come to an end.

🦋 Even Siegren understands the situation very well and wants to help pushing it too. Fiona herself is tired of you two, just why did it had to be slow burn?!

🦋 Finally, Siegren and Fiona had come up with a plan. A few plans as a matter of fact. Though hopefully they won't have to use all of it.

🦋 The first two plans failed miserably. But they say third time's a charm.

🦋 You were invited by Siegren and Fiona, they said they wanted to spend some time with you and have 'fun'. You, of course agreed, you love these kids too much to even reject their puppy eyes. You guys are on Fiona's room, some art materials scattered on the floor waiting to be use.

🦋 You have no idea why they thought of this, but currently you three are running around the room having a paint war, attacking whoever you get ahold of with some messy drawing or even a doodle with the paint you have in your hands.

🦋 Now Fiona's room isn't presentable at all not even a little decent, but none of you cared, even Fiona and Siegren are having too much fun that they almost forgot their mission. Luckily Abel came in at point.

🦋 Abel was stunned at what had happen to Fiona's room, he scolded the children for their reckless behavior. Now things weren't going as planned. You couldn't stand to see the kids being scolded for you have a very soft spot for them. You just said what you could think of at that moment; inviting Abel to join you guys instead. You were surprise you even had the guts to interrupt him but words can't be taken back once they're said. Fiona and Siegren were internally celebrating, you managed to sail the boat without even knowing!

🦋 Abel was pondering for awhile if he should really join you guys or scold you too. But he succumb to his desire and join you three, though just most likely you. The kids immediately run off on the corner of the room to avoid disturbing you two, then acted as though they were doing something. You give a smile to Abel as he sat down beside you. You raise the paint brush on your hand, silently asking him if you could draw on him and he nodded.

🦋 You looked serious as you were doing your task but really, your heart was beating too fast it could leap out of your chest, you tried your best to look normal as possible, unbeknownst to you Abel was on a similar situation. Fiona and Siegren just staring at you both intensely, praying and hoping that this plan would succeed.

🦋 After you had finish Abel stared at your drawing for awhile before grabbing your wrist and the paint brush on your hand, taking you by surprise but also intrigued by what he is gonna do. Instead of drawing, he seemed to write some letters on your arm but you couldn't read it properly as he was covering it. After he had finally written the words he couldn't say, he let you read it.

🦋 Your eyes went wide as you proccess the words written on your arm by Abel Heilon himself. This was a sudden confession but Abel couldn't hold it in anymore. There was a long moment of silence, Abel was growing nervous, maybe this wasn't the right time, but you proved him wrong as you jumped on him to tackle him with a hug. You repeated the words he wrote to you as you stared at his eyes.

🦋 Just the two of you on your own world... until Fiona and Siegren cheered loudly to celebrate this success, you two had almost forgetten they were there too.

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I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life/ I Shall Master This Family

Gallahan Lombardi

🦋 You and Gallahan are always willing to try anything new in your relationship, that's how you two have had a lot of habits and tradition you both just randomly made up.

🦋 Just like now, when you saw a quill on the table, you dipped it with its ink, and did some cute little drawings on his face while your other hand keeps him steady. He just sat still waiting for you to finish what you were doing without interrupting you.

🦋 Once you were done, you run around to find a hand mirror then gave it to him so he could see what you've done to him, he was surprise as it was his first time seeing you draw something even though it is on his face, but he liked how good your drawings are even if it's simple.

🦋 He feign sadness as you laugh at him. Promising to help him clean up after you feel satisfied. He wasn't gonna back down that easily, whilst you were trying to calm down, he swiftly got ahold of the quill and did the same favor on you, it caught you off guard.

🦋 Instead of cleaning up, you ended up having a competition on who had the best drawing. Tia was walking around when she saw what you two were doing, it seems fun she wanted to join and of course you both let her.

🦋 In the end, you both made tia win, you and Gallahan now look messier than ever as you let tia draw a lot, what's important was that you had tia have some fun. Since tia didn't had much inks on her, you let the maids take care of her.

🦋 You and Gallahan are helping each other remove the inks on each other. Being together brought you both in happiness, no matter the circumstance you may face you know you both can pull through. Afterall you promised one another to be there through sickness and health. For now, while there is still chance you try to do everything you can before the time is up. One's presence may fade but their memories will never cease to exist.

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Please Give Me The Pacifier!

Charente Crown

"Heir to the Crown Duchy"

🦋 I have mixed feelings with this man so I don't know what I'm doing here.

🦋 Kaishan loves to have you around, because of you Kaishan had become rebellious to his father, thus Charente had allowed you to visit his manor at some appointed time(s) which honestly scared you.

🦋 But overtime Charente had gotten used to your presence, he eventually let you visit at anytime you wished to which made you and Kaishan celebrate with joy.

🦋 You had thought about doing this activity so Kaishan could have some fun. Your company is enough for Kaishan to have fun and be happy. Unfortunately, you had forgotten to bring the materials with you, you apologize to the cute kid but he told you not to worry, he left the room in a hurry but not before telling you to not follow him as he will be back soon.

🦋 Kaishan run off to find his father and told him the situation. After some minutes of waiting, Kaishan finally returned... with his father carrying the materials needed. Thankfully you had gotten accustomed with his existence so you did not mind him around anymore.

🦋 At first, you were just calmly teaching him how to do some basic painting starting with shapes first yet he decided to start a war by smudging some paint on your face on purpose, he gave a cheeky apology afterwards but you knew you weren't putting down without a fight, so you return the same favor to him. You and Kaishan are now filthy with paint yet Charente didn't stop you at all, you both were having a good time.

🦋 You didn't know, but as much as you make Kaishan happy, you also make Charente happy internally, he is already satisfied with the proximity you two have and yet he can't help but feel jealous of his own son right now.

🦋 You could feel him burning holes at the back of your head so you turn to look at him. His eyes seems to say something, you had an inkling on what it may be but you did not dwell much on it, afterall he was a man that's very hard to read, you'd rather avoid the consequences than to suffer from it because of some misunderstanding.

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Tricked Into Becoming The Heroine's Stepmother

Duke Dane Henstone

🦋 His situation is quite similar to Charente's but successful thanks to the help of his little pumpkin that made it possible.

🦋 You were at the garden with Pierta, watching as she eats one of her favorite candy, pumpkin candy. You are aware of how much she loves her pumpkin and wanted to do something special for her, unfortunately, you had no idea how to cook nor bake so you think of other ideas.

🦋 You remembered in your childhood how much you loved to have the ink spilled on your skin as you draw whatever you could think of, you always end up getting scolded by nanny, in the end the entire household made sure that any ink or something that may color your skin will be out of reach for you. At first you threw tantrums but eventually you grew to forget about it.

🦋 Luckily, you always bring a pen with you. You thought about drawing some cute pumpkins on Pierta. The little one complied when you ask her to give you her hand, then you started drawing some pumpkins with funny faces. Pierta seemed to like it too much as she reaches out to you again asking you to do more.

🦋 You chuckled nervously, you don't wish for the little pumpkin to have the same habit, just thinking about it made you sweat anxiously you don't want to face the wrath of Duke Henstone. Pierta notice some eyes and looked up to see her father, she immediately stood up and ran to him excitedly. You bowed to the Duke as you greet him, Pierta could understand that her father likes you and decided to be the cupid.

🦋 She drags her father towards you and have him seated, she explained to him what you were doing to her a few moments ago, she asks if you could do the same to her father. You tried to make up an excuse "Only if the Duke agrees with it." And of course he would, he'll do anything his daughter asks of him.

🦋 In the end, you gave in, how could you resist the little pumpkin. You were seriously staring at what you were doing while the Duke is also busy staring at you, none of you notice the chestnut cupid sneakily running away. After you had finish you looked up to him but immediately looked away after he stared back at you. It seems the little pumpkin went away huh. You finally started small conversation with him which he has been waiting to as he couldn't do so, something always happens whenever he wants to talk to you.

🦋 He'll be sure to thank his princess, knowing well that it was her who gave him this opportunity.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Lante Agriche

"Former Head of the Black Agriche"

🦋 Nah. Just Nah. Runn🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃

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Honestly, Oceanie

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dawnoftime22 · 1 month

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sleep.

| T.S

Warnings: Unable to sleep in a car, R being sleepy, sleeping problems

Summary: Having the problem of not being able to sleep anywhere that isn't in your bed causes for concern. So, Taylor drives you home safely and helps you into bed while you were barely able to stay awake.

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Fluff

A/N: I never mentioned it, but I have a sideblog for wallpapers and edits if you guys like that :] its @likestarlightx, I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy, and doing other fanfics, but I'm gonna be posting whole loads more of fluff and wallpapers soon enough!<3

| Started on 11/12/2023, 9:06 PM |

| Finished on 14/05/2024, 4:15 PM |

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"You'll be okay, sweetheart."

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You stare out the window, watching every scene pass by with a blank mind. You could barely think, from the certain restlessness sitting within your body.

Taylor notices this. Your quietness was normal, but unusually more silent. Though, she continues to drive, her eyes focused on the roads.

You sink a little deeper in your seat and try to close your eyes, the darkness enveloping your vision.

...But after waiting for what felt like an eternity, with the streetlights passing by a hundred times, you give up and open them up once more, only this time, half open.

Your eyes tiredly move to look at whatever was in front of you and space out into it. The window, the dashboard, the handle, that compartment for items and drinks...the window.

You sigh softly, but it didn't make much noise. The car gently stops to a red light, and Taylor's eyes glide over to you before she tilts her head slightly to see your figure.

"...Why don't you sleep, sweetheart?" Her voice comes out gently as ever, naturally overlaying the silence that once surrounded you.

You bit your lip gently. "Can't," your whisper was quiet as you fidgeted with your hands, and she just about heard it. Concern etched on her face, but the lights had turned green, making her focus back on driving, her eyes on the road.

You couldn't sleep in a car. Not ever. Maybe little naps here and there if you really got tired, but it was near impossible. You couldn't really take a quick nap anywhere actually, if you wanted to be really honest.

The humming of the car was all that made sound now. She keeps glancing back to you every now and then to make sure you were okay, but seeing as it was just a few more minutes from home, she was calm enough to let it be.

Your mind was fuzzy, and you could feel your eyes getting tired. Taylor notices you slumping further into your seat, and she reaches over to gently place her hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home, baby."

When she finally pulls into the driveway, she sighs softly in relief and looks at you with worry. But you were yawning softly, clicking off your seatbelt, to which her gaze softens to.

Her hand goes to open her car door and she gets out, walking around to your side. You were already opening the door yourself, slowly getting up with the push of your hands against the seat.

Taylor watches you for a moment, but seeing the fatigue you had, she slips an arm around your waist, offering to help support some of your weight.

You lean into her, grateful for her help as she closed the car door. She keeps her eyes on you and made sure to be careful on your walk to the front door.

Taylor grabs her keys from out her pockets and inserts it into the keyhole while you were blinking your eyes, fighting to stay awake as your vision was in a haze.

She pulls you in with her once she had the door open, grabbing the keys back. You leaned against her shoulder, your eyes momentarily closing.

The blonde closes the door and locks it to ensure the safety of your home, then turns to face you, her arm still around your waist. She smiles softly, knowing you were exhausted.

Gently, she pulls you forward, guiding you up the stairs with you close against her, your body practically mushed to her side. The way she felt you growing heavier on each step told her you were on the verge of falling asleep.

Just as you reached the top of the stairs, you misstepped through your sleepiness, and her eyes widen, but she quickly catches you with a sharp breath, both of her arms now around you as she firmly kept ahold of you.

You gripped onto her, your body alerting itself of the sudden movement when she helped you regain balance. Taylor then laughed softly, shaking her head at your adorable sleepiness. You quietly laughed yourself, but almost nervously as you realized how dangerous it was to be walking like this.

"Come on, lets get you to bed before you fall asleep on your feet," she whispered, looking forward to see the bedroom was another few more doors away within the hallway. She lets out a quiet breath, then returns her gaze to you.

With you about to black out, she decides to lean down and put your arms around her neck, then lift you up with both of her hands under your thighs. You let out a confused hum, but hugged her like a koala bear, your eyes closed.

Her lips gently raised up as she looked at you, but she continues her journey, holding you close until you were in the bedroom, which, she really should have done before going up the stairs.

Once she reaches the bed, Taylor places you on the edge first, then slowly let your back fall down to the mattress, pulling your legs up too.

Just as she was about to move away, you stir lightly, a small sleepy groan coming from you. She gently tucks a stray hair behind your ear, smiling softly. "I know, baby." she whispered, walking to her side of the bed to slide in next to you.

She snuggled herself behind you, and was going to put her arm around your stomach, but you had rolled around to face her, your face pouty as you went closer to her, your arm falling atop her.

She chuckled softly, but returned the embrace, her hand going to your back and gently moving in a soothing motion, her own eyes closing as she leaned in to put her cheek against your hair.

Just as both of you were about to fall into a deep sleep, a notification sounds out from either one of your phones, making Taylor reach over you to silence it, not wanting anything to bother you, especially not when you were so tired.

When she felt you shift slightly, nuzzling closer into her and seeing that you still weren't in slumber, her hand rests on your back once more. "Shh...sleep, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice soft.

Taylor continues her soothing motion on your back, turning to gently kiss the shell of your ear, as it was the closest skin to her lips she could find.

Soon, in seconds time, your breathing got softer, a clear indication you were finally getting some rest. She lets out a gentle sigh of relief, and pulled you ever so gently closer.

Her eyes closed once more, also tired from the day she had, and the shows she's been doing. But it was all worth it, when she gets to spend time with you like this. Her body relaxes, and she slowly joins you in your sleep, your legs intertwined.

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vikuo-kuma · 5 months

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OH, YOU'RE THE ONE FROM TIKTOK, AND I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU!! I'm not sure if your request for Mashle is open, but if it's not. It's okay!! Rayne Ames trying to protect reader. but in angst-like Thankiu <3

Only For You..

A/N: Spoilers I think, also I hope this is to your liking 😭😭— it might feel rushed 💀.

Edit: not me getting exposed slightly 😔

Warning: Angst, death, maybe gore?, fluff at the end though.

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He was right there. So why couldn't he save you? You had your back facing against the enemy, the big boss himself, Innocent Zero. Holding your own against the him just to buy Mash a few more seconds, however, you had completely forgotten about your own defense. During this match, you had already used a large sum of magic, causing your nose and eyes to bleed profusely. Leaving you out of breath with no chance of healing your wounds.

“Y/N BEHIND YOU!”, Rayne had managed to shout out, he was trying to reach out for you, wanted to pull you away from the impending danger. But you were meters away from him and he was weakened. So, as you turn around, it has felt that time had slowed down. Witnessing Innocent Zero’s sharp arm stab right through you, impaling straight through your stomach. Your widened eyes slowly looked up at the tall white figure, his dark eyes looking back down at you like you were some insect.

WHY COULDN’T HE SAVE YOU?! Rayne’s eyes looked at the scene that was happening in front of him. The white figure took its arm out of your stomach, making you fall to the ground as you bleed out from your mouth and torso. The dual colored male tries to stand up, but failed trying to get even an inch off the ground. “Y/N!”, Rayne tries shouting for you, but no response.

As you could only hear a ringing noise, while lying there. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t hear anything, your vision started to fade. You felt alone.

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Where were you? You couldn’t really tell, as you wandered around a white space. You continued to traverse the space, seeing strange images pop up while you go. Those images looked familiar, like they were scenes that were apart of your life. Headings forward, you see a bright light, it was more blue than the rest of the room.

You were confused, letting curiosity get the better of you, you decided to go even closer to the blue light.

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Time had reverted, fixing everything. Every destroyed building, every injured person, it was all fixed.

Rayne just awoke from his weakened state, finally he was able to stand up. After transferring his magic, he had gained it back through the time revert. His head was pounding, as he instinctively placed his hand on his forehead. Y/N! The dual colored hair male, rushed out the building, looking around frantically for a (h/c) person.

He continued his search, looking at every corner possible, ignoring the pounding in his head. “Where are you..?”, Rayne had muttered under his breath, his stern face unchanging.

Finally, there you were, lying against a tree. Your wounds were healed, sealed up even. The large gash on your torso was gone. He looked at you attentively, trying to find any signs of you breathing. Then, he saw it, your chest rising as you breathed. It was really out of character for him, but the dual colored hair male hugged you, tightly. Laying his head down on your shoulder, as he takes in your scent.

“You’re alive..”, his voice wavered.

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lanymme · 7 months

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it 1000% feels like, for the lack of time/aid/skill, the translators end up using machine TL for events, and that image you posted as an example feels like a prime candidate for that

fiammetta's file lines to this day are awkward and stunted because they're almost word for word machine TLs

Okay I was gonna wait a little while for this post but you hit the nail on the head.

My (apparently not-so) tinfoil hat theory about this game: nearly all of it is machine translated.

While reading Dorothy's Vision in preparation for Lone Trail, I came across a (probably infamous) stretch of critically story-relevant text that was not translated at all. A friend of mine directed me to the arknights story reader, where I looked into the EN translation and, yep, that's still Chinese. So I ran it through a Machine TL to get the jist of it. It was serviceable, a lot of the terms translated surprisingly well, but the moment to moment writing was obscured to me by the TL quality.

And in a moment of dread I realized it read EXACTLY like any old bit of Arknights story, and everything clicked. The problems I have always had with the sentence structure and word choice feeling strangely disjointed, lacking in logical flow--all of it showed up the same from this raw machine translation.

Y'all. We've been getting a poorly touched-up machine translation of the Chinese text this whole time. All the effort you have to put in to just figure out what's being said--it's not your fault, the story is not too smart for you, it's because you're being asked to read a machine translation, without the context that it will be rough and full of holes.. Everything that writing is--beyond merely conveying information or a sequence of events--we get none of that.

Think about all the nuance we missed of your favorite characters. Your favorite moments. How much of their nuance and depth did we miss?

How many other characters and moments did you dismiss or skim because the writing couldn't convey their emotional core? How many of those could have been as important to you as your current fave?

The fact that Kal'tsit comes across as unintelligible--does she instead sound wise and poetic, in the original?

How much of the full text of Arknights do you think is available to us? 80%? 40%? Who can say.

But I can say one thing. What we have now is not acceptable.

Edit: hey, it’s been put forward by people with actual expertise in this field that MTL is highly unlikely here, and I realize I was a bit bold for this. If this is coming up in your feed pls seek out their explanations of things instead of reblogging the root! Thanks!

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koiiiiijiii · 27 days

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author’s note ; i know i promised a little bit different works… but… yeah.. and i hate editing in tumblr, i swear it was last tim editing in app bc draft suddenly wasn’t saved and whole part with sex scene was deleted. i tried to get it back, thankfully i use translator sometimes, but yeah… most spicy part is fucked up, but i have last working day tomorrow, tired as hell and stressed bc of how fcked up tumblr app works sometimes. maybe will edit it later. hope you still will enjoy. 🪄🪆

tw ; nsfw, f!reader, slight description of body shape, masturbation, p in v, established relationship, passionate

summary ; you gave taesoo little show after his long days and nights in forests on his mountain. + soft bonus in the end. 🥨🎗️💒🌌🧼🎐

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the moon hung low in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the world below as Taesoo returned from hunting expedition. fatigue after another successful hunt gave pleasant thoughts about imminent rest and relaxation, and pain in the muscles reverberated throughout the body, forcing him to speed up his pace. with each weary step, he longed for the familiar comfort of home, the promise of solace and sanctuary beckoning to him.

but as he approached his secluded abode on his mountain, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. there was a stillness in the air, there was no light in the windows, darkness that hung heavy like a shroud, as if the very earth itself held its breath in anticipation. pushing open the door, Taesoo's heart quickened with trepidation as he called out your name, the echo of his voice ringing hollow in the empty hallway. but there was no answer, no laughter to greet him, no warmth to chase away the chill that settled in the depths of his soul. furrowing his brow, Taesoo ventured further into the dimly lit interior of his home, the flickering flames of the hearth casting long shadows across the walls. and then, in the dim light of fireplace, he saw you.

spread out upon his huge bed like a vision from a dream, you lay ensconced in furs, your slender form illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window and warm fireplace flickering. your fingers danced across your skin with a delicate grace, teasing and tantalizing in equal measure, as you lost yourself in the throes of ecstasy. for a moment, Taesoo stood frozen in place, his breath catching in his throat as he drank in the sight before him.

there was raw, primitive beauty, you bathed in the caress of moonlight and the warmth of the fireplace, cold and warm light played on your naked figure, he could see how almost every muscle tenses and relaxes, how the skin on the chest stretches, so that the ribs are slightly stick out, as the warm light cast shadows on your tummy, and the moonlight illuminated your collarbones, neck and shoulders. he saw how beautifully your chest heaved, trembling more and more with every movement of your fingers. Taesoo watched as your other hand reached to your chest, squeezing one and biting your lip,smiling, closing your eyes in pleasure and arching your back. he was mesmerized.

Taesoo felt a surge of desire coursing through his veins, a hunger so primal it threatened to consume him whole. like a hunter who had stumbled upon the most delectable prey, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. with a hunger that bordered on desperation, Taesoo approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, but before he could reach out to touch you, you pushed your small feet onto his shoulder, a silent command that halted him in his tracks.

confusion flickered in his eyes as you gently pushed him to the nearest chair, your voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down his spine. “Watch,”you whispered, your words a seductive promise that left him breathless with anticipation. and so, Taesoo watched, sitting there, with his legs wide open,letting his own palm rest on the growing bulge in his pants. mesmerized, as you pleasured yourself before him, your movements fluid and graceful, each motion a symphony of desire and longing. he watched as you squirmed and writhed upon the bed, your body pure grace, sophistication and femininity, so contrary to his almost bestial habits.

with each circle of your finger, his own desire grew, a fire raging within him that threatened to consume him whole. he longed to join you, to lose himself in the intoxicating rhythm of your passion, but he remained rooted to his seat, waiting for your permission, until you will cry out for his help. and damn, how well he knew you, that a minute later you were stuttering and whining begging him – “Taesoo.. Taesoo baby… n-need you..” you plea hiccuping – “Need you right now..”

and what kind of man would he be if he made his woman repeat twice or even wait? without a word, he moved closer, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. as he reached you, he lowered himself onto the bed, his hands tracing a path from your ankles up to your thighs, sending waves of electricity through your body. the world outside ceased to exist; there was only Taesoo and the way his touch ignited a fire within you even more. his lips found your skin, pressing tender kisses along your calves, trailing up to your knees. as he continued his journey, his mouth caressed the inside of your thighs, the sensation both tantalizing and soothing. Taesoo's hands never stopped their exploration, his fingers dancing lightly over your hips as his lips moved upwards, kissing your stomach with reverence. he took his time, savoring every inch of you, worshipping your body with each touch and kiss. you felt cherished, adored in a way that transcended words.

when his lips reached the curve of your breast, he paused, his breath warm against your skin. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with emotions – “You ready?” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within your chest. the moment you nod shyly, he let go of low grunt and pulled down his pants, letting pink, sensitive head of his dick out, and slowly rubbing it against your begging pussy.

the lump of nerves in your stomach first tightens even more, then it seems to untie when Taesoo slowly enters you, stretching and filling you completely. with a strangled groan, he puts his hand on the bottom of your tummy and presses, just a little, to feel his length inside, and how painfully slowly he moves, forcing you to tilt your head back. – “Yes, baby, just like that..” your hair is scattered on the pillows, the sheets and furs are crumpled under you, and you arch your back more strongly, pressing your chest against Taesoo's chest. he slides his hand under your waist, pulling you closer and gently impaling you on his cock. – “Taking me so well, yes, little thing?”

he couldn't take his eyes off your face - illuminated by the soft light of the moon, eyebrows are raised worryingly, gaze is clouded, and the sweetest moans flow from your mouth.

releasing your waist and stroking you higher and higher, on your sides, ribs, finally hugging your back with one hand and walking along your spine, and with the other extending his arm above your head, interlacing his fingers together, taesu leaned on you with almost full weight, pressing into the mattress and slowly, steadily crashing into your hips

he buried his nose in the crook of your neck and shoulder, lightly nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin, thus claiming his right to you.

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the soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm, flickering light. Taesoo and you lay on a fur carpet, blankets and furs scattered around you, wrapped in the cozy warmth of the moment. the crackle of the fire was a soothing backdrop to the gentle whispers shared between you.

Taesoo's hand traced lazy, affectionate patterns down your spine, his touch sending shivers of delight through your body. you lay with your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. he murmured sweet nothings into your hair, his voice a comforting rumble that made you smile. – “You are my everything,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. you sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer to him, your fingers lightly trailing over his chest. – “And you are mine,” you replied softly, your voice filled with the warmth of your love.

the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows across the room as you both lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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sweet-as-an-angel · 2 years

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Ghost of Christmas Past

[Ghost x Reader]

Warnings: Implications of Ghost’s past (spoilers, in a way), fluff, FLUFF, angst for maybe 3 seconds (very brief), Reader being the best™ gift giver ever, Ghost being a little jealous, implications of romance, no pronouns used for reader except ‘You’.

Wordcount: 1,892

Summary: You try to get everyone into the Christmas spirit and show your love and appreciation, but not everyone seems willing to enjoy the festivities...

You stood watching everyone watching you, a comically large smile making your cheeks ache. Beside you sat a bag, woven with a stiff material and bulging in certain areas, some sharp, some round. The common room was vaguely decorated to resemble a sliver of Christmas, some streamers hung by nails and a wall hanging of reindeer.

"So?" Alejandro said, arms crossed over his chest and a smile threatening to break out across his face. "What did you call us all here for?"

"Good question, my shiny-haired friend!" Alejandro smoothed back his hair, a smug look crossing his features. You wanted to build suspense. You eyed everyone, gaze shifting from soldier to soldier, friend to friend. At the very edge of your vision loomed a figure who hadn't spoken all day. Your eyes passed over him, his stare, holding it there before flitting away.

"Come on, (Y/N)!" wailed Soap, throwing his hands up in the air. "Tell us what's going on! It's obviously something to do with that sack you bloody well made me carry here since you couldn't do it yourself."

His tone was joking, but what he said wasn’t a joke; he and everyone else already had a delighted suspicion that what lay in your bag was a rare delicacy in the force.

Presents.

You couldn't hold it for much longer. You cracked.

"Alright, alright! You win," You bent down and opened the sack, keeping the mouth wide open. Taking a step back you looked expectantly at everyone.

The boys just looked at each other, seeming to exchange their uncertainty. You sighed loudly, reached into the sack and withdrew a brightly-coloured something coated in wrapping paper. "They're gifts!" You said, making an excited motion with your free hand. "For you!"

Some went slack-jawed, followed by cheers and ‘thank you’s, a swarm of large men encircling you. Others showed stoic appreciation with a brief hum and a barely-contained smile (Price).

Despite their shadows encapsulating you, the room felt brighter, light. Cheery. Someone ruffled your hair, another picked you up and twirled you in their arms. When you regained your footing and the room stopped spinning, you smiled. Then faltered as you noticed a shadow of a man still sticking to the wall, not having moved since everyone first arrived.

"They're all marked with nametags so don't go opening anyone else's presents!" you called back to the group, trying not to let Ghost’s dark stare freeze you or your Christmas spirit.

"Presents - plural?" John's soft accent piqued, showcasing a childlike excitement usually stamped out by the very foundations the likes that the 141 worked for.

You nodded, and the room seemed to brighten more.

"And this is why you're my favourite soldier," said Price, patting your shoulder.

"Aw, that's not fair," said Gaz, smirking. "I thought I was your favourite."

"That was before (Y/N) showed some initiative."

Between the conversations, the rustling of wrapping paper, the passing of gifts, Ghost's silence drew you to him. The complete vacancy of his presence was...eerie compared to the joviality filling the room. You looked at each other, gaze interlocked, unable to look away. You offered him a smile, your heart pounding as it always did when Ghost was near.

The sound of tearing paper drew your attention away from him. Tailing it was a gasp.

There stood Alejandro, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder. In his hands lay a jumper. But not just any jumper.

"This is-"

"A genuine, signed, 1986 limited edition The Who concert jumper ," you finished. You'd hand-picked each and every present, tracked them down and emptied your bank account to ensure that they came to the right people, their true forever homes.

Alejandro didn't say anything - couldn't say anything. He took broad steps towards you and threw his arms around you, pulling you tight against him. Warmth spread through you, filling you. You felt like a lava lamp long after Alejandro pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to your hair.

It might have been your imagination, but you swore you could see Ghost's grip on his forearms tighten, the fabric of the sleeve bunching.

After seeing how made up Alejandro was with his gift, everyone else tore into theirs. A wave of gasps and proclamations of "Just what I've always wanted!" and “Where did you get this?!”, followed by more ‘thank you’s and hugs filled the room. Soap got a vintage hardback collector's edition of Dracula, Gaz received a candyfloss maker (which he seemed marginally embarrassed about yet entirely grateful for), and Price, shocking no-one, received combat boots. Steel-toed, banned in 93 countries, super grip, compartmentalised combat boots. You showed him the secret sections in the heel and wherever else, perfect for hiding whatever suited him at the time.

The room buzzed with ecstaticity.

"Ghost!" Soap called, "Come and 'ave a look!"

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Oh no.

Ghost shifted, pushing off the wall and taking slow steps towards the sack. The room quietened as he drew closer, watching expectantly with bated breath. The reveal of the present would be an indicator of Ghost's nature, his wants and desires.

Or, that was what everyone thought would happen. Everyone but you.

Ghost's eyes remained half-lidded, as if he were trying to hide something behind the guise of disinterest. He peered over the lip of the sack. His demeanour didn't change.

There was nothing left inside.

When it became clear that Ghost wasn't reaching inside not out of stage fright but out of a sheer lack of need to, everyone turned to look at you. Rather than displeasement or anger, there was...confusion?

You looked at Ghost, not wanting to face the crowd behind you. But that made it no easier to face the behemoth before you. His eyes almost didn't meet yours. He was unreadable and unequivocally terrifying.

The room tensed, air thickening like lard. You had to cut the silence. Act now.

"Ghost," you squeaked, voice thin and weak. "Step outside with me for a minute, please?"

After what may have been deliberation, he gave a slight nod, and with you power-walking ahead and throwing open the door, followed behind.

He wouldn't admit it, but he felt embarrassed. He hadn't expected to receive any gifts this year, as he'd never received one any other year, but something about being excluded made something in him stir. Uncomfortably.

His childhood had been a piss-poor one, each Christmas a punishment rather than a time for celebration, a reminder that he had nothing while every other child had something whether it be gifts, love, or just a family.

The door closed behind him, drawing him from his contemplation. His hulking form cast a long shadow over you. You swallowed thickly, then turned to look at him.

"I-"

"Did I upset you."

Ghost's question (or statement), oddly genuine, took you off-guard.

"N-no!" you said.

"Then what inspired you to display your disliking of me so publicly." This wasn't a question. It was an interrogation.

"Ghost, you've done nothing to upset me." You wafted your hands in front of you as if trying to clear the tension thickening around you, suffocating you.

"Then explain that little stunt of yours-"

"I'm trying!" Your voice came out much louder than you'd wanted it to and you knew that the boys had heard it, too. You cleared your throat and looked down.

"Sorry," you mumbled. You reached behind you and, from beneath your shirt, you withdrew a package. It was neatly wrapped as all the others were, but this one was different. It had ribbon tied around it, creating a neat little bow at the peak. An envelope was held against the present by the ribbon.

"This is for you," you said, quietly. Your eyes flitted from Ghost's eyes, trying to gauge his reaction, to the present, scanning it for imperfections.

Too late to turn back now.

"I didn't want it getting squished or hurt by the other presents, so I kept it safe with me."

Ghost said nothing for a moment. Then: "You've had that up your shirt all day?"

He wouldn't admit it, but the urge to hold the package, to feel your phantom warmth radiating from it, flashed in his mind.

You nodded, swallowing.

"I didn't want to embarrass you by having everyone else asking you questions about..." you motioned with the package.

You held it out to Ghost, the weight of all it implicated too much for you to bear anymore. Your face burned under Ghost's gaze and silent judgement.

He seemed to hesitate, or rather made no attempt to retrieve the gift he was not yet certain was truly for him. Was this some cruel joke? The second chapter of a novel of cruelties you had bestowed upon him as his true gift?

You gulped, then decided to take some initiative, as Price had said. You reached for Ghost's hand and slipped the package into it.

“I didn’t get you anything.” Ghost said. It came out before he could stop it, as if dissuading you from giving him the gift. You just smiled.

“Doesn’t matter.” You folded your hands behind your back. “Merry Christmas, my favourite ghoul.” You cast Ghost one last soulful, smiling look before retreating into the common room, shutting the door behind you.

Your scent followed, vaguely tingling in Ghost's nose, just permeating the fibres of his mask.

He looked down at the package in his hands. It felt soft, malleable. Curiosity nipped at him, a branch of hope, something Ghost had long since assumed to be dead alongside the rest of him.

With mechanical hands, he pulled on one of the ends of the bow, watching the ribbon unfurl. He kept ahold of the card in one hand and undressed the package.

Soft material lay amongst the second skin. Upon closer inspection, Ghost saw that they were gloves. He moved onto the card. His breath caught in his throat as he read it.

To Ghost,

I remember you saying that your hands always got "bastarding cold" during missions, so I wanted to try and stop you complaining all the time, hahaha (I'm joking)!

Anyway, I took up three months' worth of crocheting classes to make these, so I hope you'll find some use for them!

Thank you for always looking out for me us,

Merry Christmas!

Love From (Y/N) x

Ghost looked over his shoulder, expecting you to be there. When he saw he was truly alone, he allowed the warmth exploding in his chest to hold his cheeks as he imagined you would, your hands soft and warm.

The icy loneliness of the Christmases he'd endured every year before now felt a little less daunting, the phantoms of his past unable to penetrate the shield you'd cast around him.

The human touches, the love and consideration you'd poured into these gloves, was palpable, as if you would be holding his hand every time he wore them. And every time he would wear them, he'd hear you, see you, feel you with him, soothing him in a way nothing and no-one else ever had.

Ghost re-entered the room soon after that. And beneath his heavy-duty, military-issue gloves, were yours, warm and snug against his skin, flesh beneath his shell.

Your eyes caught his, a shock of electricity fired between you. Something unspoken, but budding.

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Hi,I know this is really specific but can i have some prompt where Person A is suffering from depression after the loss of their lover,and Person B who is Person A's best friend try to help them with it

(maybe Person A start using drug to cope and Person B have to convince them to stop)

I love your work cause it give me a lot of idea for my fic:D

Prompts dealing with Grief and Drug Use

-> tw for depression, drug use, and loss of a loved one.

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He was killing his mind, he knew he was. But anything was better than having to deal with this pain in his heart.

She just wanted to see them again and she didn't care how artificial it was. The visions of them that would visit her when she was spaced out was enough. Even if they were just too perfect to be real, taking away from that false sense that they were still around, it was enough for her.

"It hurts," Person A cried. "There's this hole in my chest and nothing else can fill it."

"The drugs aren’t filling it," Person B carefully said. "You may feel whole for a few hours, but all it's really doing is carving that cavity deeper and deeper."

They hated to see him like this. Walking around like he was in a daze, not living and barely surviving. They didn't know what to do for him, though. He was dealing with an ache in his chest that they were unfamiliar with, and they worried what taking away his only source of comfort would do to him.

It was decided. She was finally going to say something. Why it took her so long she had no excuse for, but she couldn't keep seeing him like this and pretending everything was okay.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself. What would [dead lover] say if they saw you like this?"

Her eyes hazily moved across the room, seeing [dead lover] standing in front of the window with their arms outstretched. Their figure blocked the sunlight that filtered in through the glass, surrounding them in a golden halo. Tears pricked at her eyes as she groggily smiled. "[Name]? Is that you?"

He stared at them with his arms crossed. They were sprawled out on the floor, drugged out of their mind. He couldn't let this go on any longer.

"I'm not going to stand around while you slowly kill yourself!" Person B yelled as angry tears began to run down their cheeks. "Can't you see what this is doing to you?"

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missmaywemeetagain · 7 months

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A Pink Scarf Thanksgiving 💗🧣🦃

A very happy Thanksgiving weekend to those who celebrate! ❤️

This blurb came out of nowhere, in a fit of Thanksgiving inspiration (and a special thanks to Norah for inadvertently nudging me towards a Thanksgiving prompt)! Because of this, it is not overly edited or revised. I will say, I'm not sure yet just how canon I want this to be in terms of the PS Universe, but I figure it came out of me for a reason, so I decided to go with it for now.

I think my current moody headspace influenced the vibe for this--for us fans, it's a slightly indulgent "what could have been" scenario. But that's PS in a nutshell, isn't it? 🥹

Anyhoo, I hope this hits you in the feels! And I hope you know just how much you matter to me, even though I've been a bit MIA recently.

Much love xoxoxox, Madi 💗

TW: It's 1977, so...medical issues/trauma/strife. Panic attack. Thanksgiving stress. A little hint of sexy at the end bc I couldn't leave you on a melancholy note! 💋

A Pink Scarf Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving 1977

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. P, but the oven is out. Lamar took a peek, but the thing is as cold as ice and don’t look like it’s gonna be warm any time soon,” Mary says, looking as distraught as you feel. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch it sooner.”

The naked, trussed, and cold turkey on the counter mocks you.

“No, no, it’s not your fault, Mary. We’ll…figure something out,” you try and reassure her, but it feels like a weight has just been placed on your chest. You pinch the bridge of your nose to stave off the massive headache that began early this morning when Nicky barged into your room at the crack of dawn sobbing because he’d had a nightmare that Mr. Gobble Gobble, a monster turkey, had eaten Daddy instead of the other way around.

This was one of many nightmares that your poor little boy had suffered since August, but certainly the first starring a murderous Thanksgiving turkey. He’d barely been consolable and neither of you had gotten back to sleep.

You take a deep breath, holding back the tears that threaten your vision.

Today needs to be perfect. It was supposed to be perfect.

But you should have known. After all, this year has been far from perfect.

You force yourself away from the wave of despair trying to overcome you. No, we’ve been lucky, you think. It could be so much worse.

Unfortunately, your nerves are shot, which makes sense considering the last few months you’ve had. You’ve kept it together so well. You’ve had to. For Nicky. For Elvis. But that tried resolve begins to crumble with the pressure of it all, as though everything that has happened is hitting you all at once.

Now you have a house full of hungry people, Elvis will be home any minute, and your usual quick-footed problem-solving skills have flown out the window. Your hands begin to tremble.

The panic swells as the kitchen swarms with people looking to you for direction, and in that moment, Nicky runs through the adults, chased by one of the other kids. It happens so fast—you barely have time to register the commotion before disaster strikes.

You watch in horror as the kids fly into the sideboard, knocking the precious side dishes and desserts onto the floor with a resounding crash.

The collective gasp of the adults in the room sends your panic into overdrive.

Thanksgiving is officially ruined.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you shout. The entire room goes silent. It’s not everyday Elvis Presley’s calm and collected wife loses her shit. No, that is something usually reserved for the man himself.

“Well, that’s not quite the welcome home I was expecting,” a familiar baritone chuckles from behind you.

You whip around, your bottom lip quivering. “Elvis?” you whisper.

He’s standing right here—standing! On his own!—leaning on his cane for support, a twinkle in his eye that you haven’t seen in ages. One you weren’t sure you’d ever see again. And the sight of him finally being home again after so many months in the hospital is more than you can bear. After standing tall and strong for him for so long, you crumble into a thousand pieces. An uncontrollable sob chokes out of you, your tears overflowing.

“Aw, honey,” he says quietly, slowly making his way to you, waving everyone else out of the room with the commanding flick of his hand. They exit in a flash with their concerned and pitied looks. Not that you care, because the second you can, you are falling into your husband’s open arms.

“I’m so sorry…your homecoming…it’s all ruined,” you sob into his chest, being mindful of the long scar down the center. Feeling the warmth of him engulfing you is overwhelming. His scent, untainted by antiseptic and hospital smells for the first time in a long time, swirls around you, caressing your senses.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. Let it all out, Satnin,” he coos, stroking your hair with his free hand. “Hers has been so strong for hims, but hims is home now.”

The tenderness of his baby talk in your ear sends a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, staining the silk of his blue dress shirt. He’s dressed up, you think absently, knowing this is a huge thing. Even before that fateful August morning, he’d been mostly wearing his tracksuits when he wasn’t performing. He’d been so uncomfortable and in pain, you’d understood why.

You bury your head into his neck, pent up emotions violently shuddering through your body as you let your tears fall freely for the first time in months. You can barely breathe with how you wedge yourself into him, with how he holds you tight. He’s so much slimmer now that the edema is gone and his colon has been tended to, you realize, but he’s still soft in all the right places. You still fit against him perfectly, and his grip on you makes you realize he understands just how raw you are.

You cry more, thinking about how the last time he was here was when you’d found him unresponsive on the bathroom floor. How you’d never been so scared in your entire life, not even when you yourself had brushes with death.

It's a miracle he’s here at all. None of you, doctors included, were sure if he’d ever step through the doors of Graceland again. Not after the heart attack, or the coma, or the complications from his various surgeries. It had been one blow after another, for weeks, months. But somehow, in true stubborn Elvis fashion, he’d pulled through.

He’d gritted his way through healing, through physical therapy, through weaning off so many of the meds he’d been on before and during his hospital stay, and he hated every second of it. He’d been livid about the colostomy, but you’d had no care for his vanity when you’d had to make the decision to save his life. You didn’t care if he hated you because at least he’d be alive to tell you so. He’d gotten past it, mostly, especially once he was feeling better.

The entire ordeal had terrified him. Something had changed in him in those weeks he’d lingered between life and death, something he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet, but even with all the setbacks, his determination to come home was intensely motivating.

Which is why you’d wanted it to be special, and why it being Thanksgiving had so much meaning. Elvis was finally coming home. Then everything had gone to hell in a handbasket.

“I wanted everything to be perfect for you. You deserve it,” you say quietly, sniffling, holding him as tight as you dare without wanting to hurt him.

“Darlin’, just bein’ back home with you and Nicky is more than I ever dreamed of. I don’t need no big fancy dinner or welcome home committee. I jus’ need you.”

You pull back then, your heart about ready to burst, and look at him. He looks downright debonair with his silvery hair (which you’d convinced him not to dye back after it had grown out during his illness), freshly cut and shorter than it had been in years, fluffy but brushed back off his face in a style reminiscent to when he was younger. His apple cheeks are full and have more color than they’ve had in months.

“What?” he asks looking down at you, almost bashful under your gaze.

You reach up and cup his freshly shaven cheek, smooth and soft under your palm. Those deep ocean blue eyes of his threaten to swallow you whole. Staring into their depths, you don’t want to imagine a world without him in it anymore.

“I just love you,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out without choking up again. “So much.”

Eyes shining, Elvis pulls you up and into him. His lips are as sweet and as soft as you remember when they press into yours. The kiss is full of yearning, of love, and of everything you two have been through the past twenty years. It’s truly like coming home.

The kiss turns hungry then, more so than you expect. It’s been so very long since you’ve had each other in this way and it surprises you how readily your body remembers, despite all the pain and trauma you both have experienced. You open for him, and he moans when his tongue brushes against yours. A fiery wave of heat blisters through you then, hastily banishing away your tears.

Despite all the challenges you’ve faced over the years, you’ve always felt the pull of him in your soul. You’ve always wanted him, neededhim, even when you convinced yourself to forget because you thought you couldn’t have him. And now, after almost losing him for good, you can think of nothing else but him. The warmth of his body pressed against yours causes you to melt. The way his lips and hands roam over the curves of your body sends you soaring.

You thought you’d never have this again. It had almost broken you.

“I’m here, baby. I’m home, I promise,” he mutters into your skin, as if reading your mind.

You kiss him deeply, yanking him into you by his pretty shirt, taking his breath away.

He pulls away and presses his forehead to yours, and you can feel him sway on his feet, a little unbalanced.

“Good news—looks like Little Elvis is back in working order,” he says breathlessly, pressing his thickening erection into your belly. He seems pleasantly surprised.

Honestly, with everything dire that happened, it hadn’t even crossed your mind as a concern, but it makes sense that it could be an issue. You grin up at him with the knowledge that it isn’t, then roll your hips against him.

He groans. “Bad news—not sure I have the energy to do all the things I wanna to ya, and we got a house full of people.” Doesn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of your bottom, however.

“Oh, that’s never stopped us before, now has it?” you muse, walking your fingers gently down his chest and over his belly to palm his length.

“Lord have mercy, woman,” he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. You notice him lean more heavily on his cane and instantly ease up. One blue eye opens with a quirked brow. “Hey now, I din’t say stop.”

You laugh. “Well, it seems dinner is ruined anyhow,” you say, surveying the disaster of broken dishes and scattered food all over the floor, and the cold, raw turkey on the counter. “Maybe we better get you upstairs to rest.”

Rest is, of course, the furthest thing from your mind now, which you let him know with a little squeeze to his butt.

“Mmhmm, yes, I definitely need to lie down,” he mumbles as he peppers you with kisses. Suddenly, he freezes against you. “But, honey, I-I-I’m not sure how much I can do,” he whispers, a wave of uncertainty washing over him.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll take it slow. Real slow. One step at a time, like fumbling teenagers,” you say lightly, cupping his face and looking up into his eyes. “Or we can just kiss and hold each other. I’m just happy you’re here, baby.”

He nods, seemingly reassured by this. “I know I don’t say it as much as I should, but I thank God every day for you and for what we have together, Satnin,” he says quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear, kissing you gently. “I love you.”

Your heart and body ache for him. “We better get you upstairs to “rest”before I start crying again,” you snuffle, laughing, slowly walking with him toward the stairs.

“Well, tears aren’t entirely off the table…I can think of a couple good ways I can make you cry,” he teases, nibbling at your ear.

“Elvis Aaron, you did not just…” you gasp.

“What??” he says innocently. “Am I wrong?”

A shiver runs down your spine and settles in the heat of your belly.

You’ve missed him. Terribly.

But you do have so much to be thankful for this year, namely for the infuriatingly talented, generous, and stubborn man you married and are gingerly leading up the stairs for the first time in months.

In fact, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Through Your Eyes part 2

read Part 1 first before reading this!!

POV:you’re Beomgyu’s bestie majoring in photography and video editing

genre:fluff

wc:~1.8k

You couldn’t help but take some shots of Gyu yourself. Other than those frames that he had already suggested to you. Even though it was his assignment, you wanted others to see what you saw.

The goofy, loving parts that he shows to no one else but you. You honestly thought that if they were to make it into the music video, it would for sure move the heart of his professor.

So once you had finished editing the video you texted Gyu to check when he was free so that he could come over to review the video together. And you guys decided to meet on Tue.

And that was today…

You were kind of nervous because you’ve never really edited a music video before. You’ve only ever played around with your vacation trip vlogs, which you had shown to Gyu before and he thought they were amazing.

You didn’t know this but no matter what you did, Gyu had always thought you were the most capable and amazing person he has ever known.

The dreaded moment came. Your doorbell rang, and you heard the door close. You figured that your mum had already opened the door for Gyu.

At this point, Gyu was very much like family.

Your whole family adored him as much as you did. All the times that Gyu had come over, your mum had nothing but praise for how well Gyu had grown up.

Handsome, good-mannered, and most of all cared for you the most. (Of course, she never said the last point to you and it was kept a secret by both Gyu and your mum.)

And Gyu would always laugh after hearing the last point. Because it was true that he was looking after you, but he did it unconsciously.

When you were younger, the praises for Gyu were endless. You couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy towards him because your mum would usually say how lovely it would have been that Gyu was her son.

But now that you were older, you couldn't help but think that there was another meaning behind her words. Plus it was only recently that you had realized of your suppressed feelings for him. You always denied that his kindness for you was something that best friends usually do for each other.

But when you went to ask your friends in high school whether Gyu did certain things for them, they would say that Gyu only did those things for you...and no one else had that same treatment from him.

Needless to say ,you got lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that Gyu had already reached the entrance of your room, waiting for you to notice his presence. Until you heard him clear his throat. And that brought you back to reality.

You turn around in your spinning chair and saw that he was leaning against your door frame.

"Ah sorry about that, I'm kind of out of it today because I've just been staring at the screen for hours editing your music video," you said.

Gyu then started chuckling because he thought it was cute that you were explaining yourself to him(which you didn't need to) as he was walking to your desk.

And when he reached you, he gave your hair a little ruffle and said: "Let's get started shall we?"

You were blushing so hard because Gyu has never done that before.

3min 22secs, that was how long the video edit was. When it ended, Gyu was stunned by what he saw. He loved it so much. The way you encapsulated his vision so perfectly and added your touch to it without him needing to even ask. At that moment, he fell for you even more. Boy was down bad for you.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to change about it? I've added some clips that I thought would fit the vibe you were going for apart from your suggestions, but I wasn't sure whether you would be comfortable with it."

"Yep. I'm sure that there's nothing that I want to change about it. It's perfect the way it is right now. Thank you so so much Y/N.How could I ever repay you?"Gyu said.

"Hmm... maybe you could treat me to ice cream sometime."

"Then its a date!" Gyu said.

You thought you heard wrong, and so you asked "What did you just say?"

Gyu realized he messed up and tried to fix it. "I meant let's set a date! To meet!"

You were sure that he had said something else though... but you did not want to pry further.

Gyu thought that was too close. He almost exposed himself. He was getting too relaxed around you and he didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

1 week later~

You were woken up by a phone call. You wondered who was calling you at this hour. You did not have classes today and you wanted to sleep in. You saw the caller ID and realized that it was Gyu calling.

You thought what could be so important that he needed to call you on the day that you wanted to sleep in.

You then picked up the call and Gyu sounded so excited. He started telling you that his music video assignment got the best grade in his class and that his professor wanted to hold a screening for it.

"So what does that have to do with me though? I'm not in your class."

"My professor asked for you. He wanted to meet the person who helped me film and edit the video, Y/N."Gyu said.

You thought that it wouldn't be a big deal to go to the screening.

"So when's the screening going to happen?"

"That's why I called you immediately! It's gonna happen in an hour so I need you to get down to school ASAP!"

"WHAT! Ok I'm hanging up now Gyu, I have to go prepare"

"See you soon Y/N!" and he ended the call.

Gyu then met you at the school entrance as you weren't familiar with where his class was. And you guys started running because if you didn't you guys would have been late for the screening.

"Ah, there are the main stars of this screening. Take a seat and let's get started ." You heard Gyu's professor say as you walked in.

3min 22secs after~

"Wasn't that lovely guys? Please give them a round of applause because I think that was one of the best submissions I've ever received in my 3 years of teaching here."Gyu's professor said.

"I have a question for Beomgyu. How were you able to act so well at this part, 2min47secs(the video in part 1). I could feel the emotion of love and yearning even though I was watching it through the videographer's eyes."

Gyu just chuckled and said: "It was all thanks to Y/N. She told me to act as if the camera was someone I love and yearn for. And I think that helped me get into character."

"OOOoooo" That's what you heard the whole class say. At this point, the class probably got the hint that Gyu had a crush on you, but you were the only one who did not see it.

"I see! Anyway, it was a job well done! Good job to the both of you." At this point, Gyu was begging with his eyes to the professor to not say anything more and he got the hint.

When the class had cleared out from the screening room, you were about to start walking out, when you felt Gyu grab your arm. You just gave him a ? look.

Gyu did not want to hold it in anymore. He has been holding his feelings for way too long.

“Y/N, I just wanted to come clean about something. You know how you told me to act like the camera was someone I love and yearn for ?”

You just tilted your head to the side while still maintaining the eye contact.

Gyu literally couldn’t hold it in and started chuckling because you were so darn cute. All boba-eyed clueless for him.

Here it goes, he thought to himself.

“I like you Y/N.”

“I’ve liked you ever since elementary school.”

“But my true feelings became more apparent to me when you told me that you wanted to major in videography because of me.”

“When I heard that, I was over the moon. I felt so happy that I played a part in such an important decision in your life.”

“I’ve never told you this but the reason why your classmates thought that you and I were dating, was because, sometimes on the way back to my class, I would take the long way back so that I had the chance to see you.”

“But every time I went, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else and you’ve never noticed I was there.”

“I even told your classmates to not call you to not disturb you.”

“And even though you were never looking at me, just seeing you made my whole day better. You were the only good constant that I could hold on to.”

You were dumbstruck. Everything finally made sense. All the unanswered questions in your head were finally answered.

Gyu on the other hand started to worry. Did he say the wrong thing? Should he not have confessed? Your silence was killing him.

You blinked and stared at him as you finally processed what he said. Gyu, your best friend of how many years just confessed to you. You couldn’t believe it. All the signs that you ignored, brushing it off as a good gesture, it was all real.

You still couldn’t believe this was happening. When you finally came back to your senses, you saw an anxious Gyu in front of you and you realized you hadn’t said a word. But you finally said,

“I like you too Gyu. Sorry that it took us this long to finally admit our feelings to each other.”

You reached out your hand and said: “Sooo let’s go for our ice cream date .” As soon as he heard that he took your hands in his while smiling like the huge dork he is. He felt like the happiest man alive.

“I knew I heard you say then it's a date” and Gyu just shyly chuckled.

“You were right babe” and he kissed you on the cheek before running away because he was too shy to stay beside you after what he did.

Babe??? Please you were blushing so hard. You were so down bad for this man.

Gyu eventually comes back for you, grabbing your hand and he is never letting it go this time because you were finally his.

End of Through Your Eyes~

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princessofmerchants · 8 months

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“Who found Vassa,” Nesta said with that same flat tone. As if she somehow already knew.

Closer, those human ships sailed. So many—so, so many, bearing a variety of different flags that I could just start to make out, thanks to my Fae sight.

“He calls himself the Prince of Merchants,” Drakon said. “Apparently, he discovered the human queens were traitors months ago, and has been gathering an independent human army to face Hybern ever since. He managed to find Queen Vassa—and together they rallied this army.” Drakon shrugged. “He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.”

The ships at the front of the human armada became clear, along with the gold lettering on their sides.

“He named his three personal ships after them,” Drakon said with a smile.

And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships.

The Feyre.

The Elain.

And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear …

The Nesta.

With my father … our father at the helm.

—Ch. 71 of A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas

Artist: @/hmmr.art on Instagram / @hmmr-art-blog

Commissioned by me. Follow the artist on Instagram! Reposts only permitted with proper credit to the artist (and obviously no editing the art in any way please and thank you).

~*~*~

I am rousing my Tumblr account from a much needed slumber to share my first ever art commission. Every time I read this part of ACOWAR, I cry. It's hard to explain what this moment means to me in the narrative, and specifically in Nesta's story. I have had this moment in mind for a commissioned artwork for years, but had yet to encounter an artist whose style and lens felt like the right fit for what I knew I wanted to the piece to be.

When I discovered Haley's ACOTAR art, I was so dang excited to encounter a fandom artist who draws and paints the Archeron sisters with such love and care. See this piece that blew me away when I first saw it—it was the first time I ever saw something to do with their dad, and the sisters' complicated relationship with him, in an artwork.

When I shared my vision for this piece, Haley was all in to make it a reality for me, and I couldn't be more happy with how this came out. Nesta's face and eyes. The light on the water. The color palette. The way Cassian is looking at her. The ships. The details of both figures.

Thank you, Haley, for your patience and desire to make this exactly as I envisioned it!

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ghoulelegy · 10 months

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A Ghoul's Sick Day

Summary :You wake up one morning feeling rather ill.

Pairing: Copia x Sick Reader

Words: 2222

Contains:

Comfort Gender-Neutral Reader Fluff Cuddling

Read A Ghoul's Sick Day on AO3 - If you prefer that.

Edit: so I am dumb and I couldn't figure out for the life of me how Tumblr works but credit goes out to @ghostussy for a major source of inspiration when it came to writing this fic. Please show them your love too <3

Meant to publish this earlier because I wrote this a while ago but editing my work took a whileeeeee - thank you for your patience <3

The blaring alarm pierced the sanctuary of sleep, yanking you from dreams that seemed to slip away like smoke. Clutching your head, you squinted at the digital numbers on your phone, plugged in to the outlet next to your bed, which is laying on your bedside table, struggling to make sense of their meaning through the haze of fatigue. Your bedroom remained dimly lit, the remnants of night clinging to the edges of the curtains. You'd called it an early night, seeking refuge in your dorm after an exhausting day of work.

Yet, as you pushed yourself to sit up, a realization dawned like a cold shower. A wave of nausea and fatigue had descended upon you the previous evening, rendering the simplest tasks a struggle. Your bones ached as though they'd been beaten, and your head throbbed with each heartbeat.

Fumbling for your glasses on the nightstand, you slid them onto your face, expecting the world to come into focus. Instead, you were met with a blur, the edges of your vision smudged and unfocused. Even the soft light filtering through the curtains felt like a searing stab, forcing you to squint and shield your eyes.

You sighed, propping yourself against the pillows, your thoughts tangled in a web of concerns. The day ahead promised a demanding schedule—classes, music practice, dinner duty, and library work. Your mind raced, thoughts colliding like stormy waves in the vast sea of responsibilities. A pang of dread nestled itself in your chest, coiling like a serpent. The urge to retreat back under the covers was strong, but the echoes of expectations and commitments held you captive.

As you stood, the room swayed slightly, the ground beneath your feet feeling more like a ship's deck in a storm. Each step required a conscious effort, as if gravity itself had conspired against you. With painstaking determination, you moved towards the bathroom mirror. A face stared back at you, the reflection drawn and weary. Dark circles marred the skin beneath your eyes, despite the early bedtime you put yourself through the day before.

A mental checklist formed, a reminder of all the tasks that lay ahead. But first, you needed to combat this relentless headache. You reached for the painkillers, hoping they'd provide a brief respite from the throbbing torment. The duo of pills slipped down your throat, followed by a quick gulp of water from your bottle - a bitter reminder of your body's protest against its own demands.

In your university attire - an oversized hoodie, worn black jeans, sneakers—you slung your backpack over your shoulder. The weight felt heavier today, each strap a reminder of the commitments you had to fulfill. You pushed open the door of your dorm, stepping into the common area of the ghouls, your fellow dorm mates. Laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the turmoil within you.

The hallway beckoned, a corridor of decisions and responsibilities. Yet, fate had its own plans, for as you turned the corner, you collided with none other than Copia, the enigmatic lead singer of the Ghost Project – and its frontman.

"Morning, Papa, I'm off for the day," you greeted him, though the words wavered slightly.

His dark eyes, framed by his unique presence, scanned you with concern. "Mio Dolce," he responded, his voice holding a touch of warmth and inquiry. "Sathanas, you don't look too good."

You smiled, the expression an attempt to reassure both him and you "I'm fine, papa," you claimed, though even behind the glasses, he could likely sense the discomfort that painted your features.

His eyebrow arched, skepticism lacing his gaze. "You sure about that?"

"Of course," you replied, your conviction wavering as his gaze held steady.

In the midst of your exchange, a notification chimed on your phone. The class you dreaded facing had been cancelled, granting you a temporary reprieve. Copia's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. You can go rest. You seem like you need it."

You hesitated, your fingers toying with the strap of your backpack. Guilt whispered in your ear, reminding you of all that remained to be done. Yet, Copia's concern was genuine, his insight piercing through the facade you'd built.

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll get some work done since I’m up I suppose”

His voice held a note of finality. "Try again. You don't look good."

This time, you nodded, surrendering to the truth you'd been reluctant to admit even to yourself. The unspoken weight of expectations, both your own and those of others, settled heavily on your shoulders.

"Fine" you replied.

"Good. Feel better soon, mio dolce"

"Thanks, Papa"

You head back to your room, and collapse on your bed. You haven’t bothered making it this morning. A wave of nausea enthralls your entire body once again, forcing you to bury your head into your soft pillow in an attempt to quench the sickness.

Your thoughts whirl, you feel guilty for resting. You just can't get your head to shut up. You were still rather new to the ministry, and rather terrified of disappointing any of the staff members, especially since they took you in. You see them as family.

"Ah fuck this shit. I'm fine" you talk to yourself, a habit you’ve picked up as a child and carried into your older years. You forcibly prop yourself up again and head off to the library to get some work done, and to return a book you had borrowed the week before – a book on mushroom spotting and fungi. Your head still throbs, but the painkillers eased the pain slightly.

As you approach the library, you’re struck with the sudden remembrance of a commitment - you need to do some sorting and book counting, an assignment given to you by the head librarian the day before. As a university student, you often found yourself curled up in the library researching on whatever topic intrigues you, or strange information that is needed for your coursework. The library at the ministry was quite smaller than the one on the University Campus, but it had some works that were a rarity, it was also much quieter, allowing you to focus more. The head librarian was none other than Sister Claire – one of the older Siblings. She’d allowed you to sometimes work as an assistant librarian when you weren’t too busy. It was nice work, flexible and allowed you to get some extra pocket money. She assigned you to finish stacking some books while she wasn’t there, she was gone for a couple of days. Trip or something.

A couple of hours of you stacking and organising books goes by. You notice more nausea every time you get up from a kneeling position and vice versa. You don't care.

As the early afternoon sun filtered through the windows, your fingers finally set the last book in place on the shelf. Despite the sense of accomplishment, weariness weighed heavily on your bones. Your head throbbed in an unrelenting rhythm, each pulse a reminder of your body's protests. The lyrics of 'Square Hammer' seemed to echo in your mind, a fitting soundtrack to your pounding headache. With a resigned sigh, you recognized that the painkillers had lost their battle against the relentless ache. You pressed a hand to your temple, a feeble attempt to quell the growing nausea that threatened to engulf you."

You open the door out of the library when you come face to face with Copia once more.

"What are you doing here, Mio Caro? Weren't you supposed to be resting?"

"Oh..uh I had to return a book" *it was technically the truth*

"Were you working here all morning?"

"No"

"I came in the ghouls' common room to check in on you just now. You weren't in your room. Swiss told me you were out for most of the morning" he sighs, as he places his thumb and index finger on his forehead.

"Please...rest" Copia continues "you look like you're going to collapse."

"What--no I'm not. You don't need to worry" *a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you right as you say that*

"You're taking the rest of the day off. That is an order" Copia says, a hint of sternness in his voice.

"...fine.."

"I'll call Sister to tell her that you're unwell, and you can spend the rest of the day with me. Resting.

"Y-you don't have to do that" you shuffle out those words, feeling guilty for taking up space.

"Nonsense, Tesoro."

He took you to your room, waiting for you outside your bathroom while you change into your fluffy pyjamas. You walk outside into your dorm, surprised to see him holding a one-metre-long stuffed shark in his arms.

"This is your favourite plushie right?" He asks, his eyes gently gliding over yours.

"Yeah. How did you know?" You let out a chuckle, before losing focus due to yet another wave of vertigo hitting you.

"You told me, Caro."

"Did I?" You choke out, surprised he remembers these little details about you.

"You remembered"

"Of course, I did, Caro. I care about you, you're one of our ghouls."

He leads you to his chambers, holding your arm in case you collapse, while you're holding your Blåhaj in your other arm.

"You don't think I'm weird or childish?" You ask.

"Nonsense. If it brings you comfort and you're not hurting anyone or yourself, why should I think you're weird?" he chuckles as he leads you in his chambers.

Immediately you were struck by the cocooning feeling of comfort, a gentle light dancing from the window onto the bed. There was a television facing the bed, next to the door you had just entered from. You notice yourself holding in a bit of a giggle as you notice Copia’s beloved tricycle.

"Bed or couch? What do you prefer?" He inquired.

"Umm.."

"Bed it is, it's more comfortable. Trust me on this, Caro"

He gently leads you on the king-sized bed, propping your head up with soft pillows and ploughing a blanket on top of you. You snuggle into a fetal position, holding your stuffed shark. He brings you a glass of water and some more painkillers.

Upon you taking the water and medicine you drop your Blåhaj.

"Nooo! Sharky!" you whine, grabby hands towards the shark.

"You named it Sharky? That's cute" he speaks, as he picks up the shark and gives it back to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe something that brings you comfort?"

"Sure?"

He lets you pick a DVD of your choosing, before propping it into the DVD player. You pick your childhood favourite.

"Our technology is a bit ancient here" he chuckles "sorry about that”.

"It's fine, papa" you smile. In all honesty it brings you comfort and nostalgia for your childhood days, when your mother used to leave you at your grandparents when you were ill.

Papa takes a seat next to you, laptop on him, typing next to you, while you watch the movie. Every once in a while he'd ask if you're feeling okay still.

Halfway through the movie you feel your eyelids getting heavy. Copia takes away his laptop and removes your glasses.

"Shhh it's okay, rest."

"Mmmm" you find yourself snuggling into Copia for warmth, before waking up. "Oh shit sorry Papa" you say, a wave of embarrassment further reddening your already flushed face.

"It's alright, Caro, you can snuggle with me all you want" he says as you rest your head on his shoulder “bring it in”.

Copia's touch was a symphony of reassurance, his fingers gliding with feather-light grace over your skin. As his arm curved around your shoulders, his palm settled gently against your upper arm, creating a cocoon of security. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your bones, a soothing balm that eased the ache that had settled there.

His thumb brushed against the fabric of your pyjamas, a delicate, almost absentminded gesture that sent ripples of comfort through your senses. With a tender grace, his fingers traced gentle patterns, a silent lullaby against the canvas of your arm. The pad of his thumb brushed over your skin in languid strokes, creating a hypnotic rhythm that synced with the steady beat of your heart.

As the Blåhaj plushie nestled between you, Copia's touch remained a constant, grounding force. His fingertips brushed against the curve of your shoulder, a gesture that held both tenderness and protection. It was a touch that defied words, offering solace and support in its simplicity.

With every inhalation, his chest rose and fell against your head, the sensation a soothing cadence that lulled you into a sense of calm. His arm around you created a haven—a space where vulnerability was not met with judgment.

"You'll feel better in no time" Copia whispered to you gently, his tone taking an almost fatherly whisper.

As the room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the tactile connection between you and Copia transcended the physical. It was an exchange of comfort, of trust, of emotions that words could scarcely capture. And within the cradle of his embrace, you found a haven of acceptance, where the language of touch spoke louder than any explanation ever could. You found yourself drifting into sleep once more.

“Good night, ti amo.”

~ Fin ~

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Gender: M! Reader

Pairing(s): Albedo x Dragon hybrid reader

Warning: Slight yandere Albedo, Kidnapping, Testing on human/humanoids, the reader gets drugged, just general bad stuff

Summary: Albedo has been keeping a keen eye on a dragon that lives on the outskirts of dragonspine, oh but what a shame if he were to find them caught in one of his traps

Btw you kinda look like stormterror, but you still look different. You only have 2 wings, you're not as big and powerful but the colors are close to each other. Liked writing it but idk how I like the finished product, might make a part 2 to feel better

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Fem aligned dni

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A painful shriek echoed through the barren mountains, the sound of wings flapping and snarls ringing through the silent winds. Blood stained the ground as wounds on the dragon's leg ripped more as it tries to mangle itself from the trap, it could smell the metallic smell wafering through the air. The wild crazed (e/c) eyes shift throughout the darkened sky and trees, in it's panic state every shadow looks to be a monster that could end it.

The struggle lasts for hours before exhaustion takes the dragon down, eyes closed and wings laying limp on its side. As it huffs out and slowly lets it's mind slip, a snap of a twig brings it's foggy mind back to reality. Too tired to turn it's head, the slitted eyes watch as a figure emerges from the thick tree line. A low growl rumbles from the dragon's chest, trying to make the approaching figure back away. It only takes a few seconds before a male with tied-up blond hair stands next to him, the dragon would've been relieved that someone was here except for what was in the other's hand.

The blond haired male was holding a rope, some chains, and a knife. The man takes a stride forward before abruptly stopping in his tracks as the beast gnashes it's teeth, it makes grumbling sounds and it's wings flap around as it's flight or fight turns on but it can't escape so it tries to scare the blond away. Unfortunately or fortunately for whoever you may ask, the creature used all it's energy and fatigue takes over as it falls to the bloody ground. Before it passes out a hand reaches over to lightly stroke it's muzzle before it's vision fades to black.

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Albedo smiles as he walks out of the treeline, he has been waiting to catch the magnificent-looking beast that is said to wander the land for ages. He has heard stories of you from adventures, he never believed them before till he saw you one day. The way your feathers gleamed in the light, the rumbles you'd make when you successfully caught food, or the chirps you'd make when you would just wake up. He was infatuated with the need to study you, to take you and see how you would react or how your body would. The one thing the man didn't know was that you were a hybrid and could shift from a humanoid looking being with a tail and horns to the creature that has folk tales whispered about it.

His blue eyes light up as he sees the giant beast, although it wasn't as big as stormterror it did have some resemblance to the other dragon. A twig breaks as he steps on it, the dragons eyes shooting open to stare. They were wild and unpredictable, like a blizzard or an avalanche ready to take whatever was in it's path randomly. As he moves closer to the beautiful creature, it grunts and snarls trying to keep him back. Albedo could tell that it was hurting, the whole layer of snow beneath it was red and the back right hind leg had massive gash on it from the struggle. He tightened his grip on the supplies he brought with him, excitement coursed through him as he slowly wades through the thick snow. He finally got to see the mythical animal, and oh how the tales of the beast couldn't ever capture the full beauty of it. Albedo shifts a little too close as the dragon snaps it's jaws at him and uses the last of it's strength in a final ditch attempt to scare him but he just stands there waiting for it's tantrum to be done. He doesn't have to wait long as within the next few seconds it passes out, the blond man reaches his hand out and pets the snout of the creature he has longed to see, oh he couldn't wait to discover how this massive beast ticks.

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The ground before (y/n) was cold, colder than he had ever felt before it didn't feel like snow or the rocks he would rest on. As he slowly lifts himself off the surface, the rattling of the chains makes him look down to see all his legs shackled to each end of a huge metal cage. His (e/c) eyes searching his surroundings, he could still tell he was in dragonspine but not where in dragonspine it was unfamiliar to him. Although the cage was reasonably big, it still felt cramped, everytime he would move to look around his tail and wings would hit the bars making a loud ringing sound.

The vibration of someone drawing near makes (y/n)'s head twist, he bares his teeth letting out a deep growling noise. His tongue runs over his jaws before touching something, making him realize that he had a muzzle wrapped around his snout. His wild eyes widen, oh he was so confused as to what was going on.

The same blond male comes around the corner with a notebook in hand, he seems to be writing something. After the man lets out a pleased hum his sight moves up to glance at the beast. "Oh dear me, I didn't expect you to wake up so soon... you seemed very drained when I took you and bandaged you up." A monotonous but gentle voice spoke to (y/n), Albedo didn't even know if the beast understood him. Blue eyes study the dragon's reactions, how it moves to get farther away from him, still growling and huffing. He gets close to the cage before pulling out a needle with a strange liquid inside of it, the colorful dragon starts to thrash around and try to get farther away from Albedo seeing it, the metal cage starts to shift moving back in forth with the sudden heavy beating it is receiving against it. (Y/n) eyes were blown wide, his pupils sharp, Albedo loves seeing them like that, the wildness that looks like it could never be tamed, a fight he was willing to take. "Don't worry it won't hurt a bit, well... maybe a little" Albedo claims, his eyes hold something deeper within them that (y/n) cannot see nor does he want to.

Albedo lets a smirk slip out before he reaches into the cage, grasping onto the blue horn and tugging the dragon's head closer to him as he takes the needle and quickly jabbed it into (y/n)'s neck before releasing his head and quickly stepping back as to not get hurt. It only took a second for the dragon hybrid to realize what happened, he went wild as he broke the chains that previously held him down enough and started clawing at the bars trying to break them apart. The multicolored feathers that ran along his body were ruffled, it was like (y/n)'s brain had gone full wild mode, he couldn't think anything as his muscle relaxed and he started losing control of his body.

He needed to get out before his dragon formed failed him, he wasn't used to using it so much. He would only have it up for half a day at most and rarely a full day but right now he was wasting too much energy trying to keep it up for so long. Before he knew it he fell to the ground in a heap, his body couldn't take whatever his captor gave him, and trying to keep up his dragon form. His transformation was painful, it almost never was usually but the stress and side effects of the secret liquid were not a good mix. It felt as though his bones were being snapped apart and put back together, he let out many painful shrieks and sobs. Quickly huddling into himself for his own closure while trying to get farther from the source of the pain.

Albedo was amazed at what he was seeing, such a mysterious creature aren't you. The blond male watched from afar as your body took another shape, one of a human male but your wings were still with you, so were the tail and horns along with a few feathers that ran down your body from hair to legs. You had (h/c) hair, the same eye color, you had (s/c) skin that looked so soft and smooth. A sick smile grew on his face as he strutted up to your shivering form, he could see you slowly lose control of your own body as the paralyzer worked. As soon as he confirms that you couldn't move anything but your eyes and maybe talk, he opens the cage and walks in, picking up the huge muzzle as he bends down next to you. The muzzle now lays above your head, his left hand pulls out the notebook he once had while his right-hand grabs you're chin making you look towards him, his thumb rubs your cheek, and a few strands of light blue feathers are scattered on both cheeks. "My, My, such a magnificent specimen you are" He chuckles before letting his hands retreat, he starts to write a few things in the notebook. "Full of surprises, I should've known there was more to you than what meets the eye..." His eyes roam your figure before he goes silent, thoughts racing through his head thinking of the first thing he could do.

He looks out of the cage, his eyes focusing on a table before nodding while mumbling things to himself you couldn't hear. His blue eyes flash back to you, still mumbling as he stands back up brushing himself off. "We are going to move you somewhere else that will make it easier for me." Albedo lightly grips onto your wings which makes you let out a growlish gasp, he moves them to be more comfortable before picking you up. He moves you out of the cage and to a table that has straps that look strong, you don't know if you could break them in your human form. Your captor carefully lays you down, moving to tie your feet and arms down. The blond man turns away to another table that has vials, needles, knives, whatever you could think of. He grabs a few things turning back to you with a sick smile that makes you want to throw up, for once in your life it seems like you are the prey. "Are you ready, love? Let's see how you tick"

He sets the stuff next to you, before writing in his notebook. He grabs onto your tail, then your wings, ruffling the feathers you have, he would bend your wings back and forth occasionally mumbling what you thought was nonsense. You could only stare at him, watching the evil glint in his eyes as he finds the enjoyment of having full control of you. Albedo would give you small praises as he gave you shots, took some of your blood, or even just messed with you somehow. You didn't know how long he would keep you but you just hoped that you could get out soon.

Might make a part 2, I liked writing it but I don't think I did as well as I could. Also, request are opened and rules are at the top

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