#i hate that the charmings named their baby after hum

[goosin-around]

neal has gotta be one of the most unlikeable guys ever

[wireddless]

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pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Reader

cw: 17+ hate. fucking. dubcon, possessive behavior, corio is emotionally abusive, vaguely implied Plinth reader, p in v, unprotected sex, nsfw below the cut,

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i just know hes so hung you guys i want him so bad

Living in the shadow of Lucy Gray was never an easy feat. That’s all she was after the erasure; a shadow, soon to be only a whisper on the sleeping breath of Coriolanus. The closest he could ever feel to real love was with the District 12 songbird, and had she been more than just a district animal, a member of the Capitol, there was no doubt in your mind he would have married her instead.

Your days at the academy, a few years his inferior, were spent in the naive mindset that he was fully capable of love. However, the only true love he would ever feel was towards the power in his cold-handed grasp. After your graduation, you continued living with your family, their prized figurehead of poise and beauty, until they managed to propose your hand to him, only a year or so before he became president.

Coriolanus, living on top of his family’s hidden debt and poverty, accepted nearly immediately, driven by the thought of the millions that came with your name. Your family, so charmed by the icy man, was manipulated into paying for the lavish ceremony. A Capitol wedding was a spectacle to behold, a sea of colored heads and garments, textiles in unique patterns decorating the spectators in a myriad of colors. An insipid eye-sore, in his opinion.

And there you were, the pale lavender of your dress cascading down your body like the drapes that covered a window in a lonely mansion, baby fat gone. The bright light in your eyes that has now long-since faded, the happy expression you held, truly believing the facade he had put on to convince your family that he was a perfect match, it all fueled a fire of satisfaction in his psyche. He remembered the young girl from their studious days, the sneaky glances shot his way from a face framed by baby fat, it was so easy to take advantage of a schoolgirl crush, to charm his way right into your heart. He’d never go hungry again, and he could finally focus solely on his rise to power.

Or so he thought. When you managed to pick his intentions apart and discovered the cunning and manipulative nature of the man, you became defiant, fucking petulant. Your once tender and loving gaze, seeking to nurture and care for him, hardened like the calcium deposits on the well pumps in the poorer districts of Panem. He heard in passing from the workers of the house about your violent fits of tears late at night. It wasn’t like he cared, hell, the idea of your reddened face damp with tears and snot amused him to no end. But fuck if it didn’t annoy him when Tigris became your closest friend and confidant.

Coriolanus kept you locked away in the golden cage of his home, not permitting the men of his staff to go near you, forcing you to discuss with him the simplest task of visiting your own family. You were still the key to his now inherited wealth, a prize that he had won with cunning and malicious tactics, and the thought of you straying into the arms of another man, who could take you, who could take even a bit of the control he held, it infuriated him to no end.

It took almost a year for you to realize that without your family, he was completely broke, and it took almost two to realize he never once held even a glimmer of fondness towards you, that he was using you. Tigris, who had spoken to you during her regular visits, had become the arms you fell into when the agony of your situation first befell you. Her hands wrapped around your body as she shushed and hummed quietly were a solace to you as the pain dawned on you. Three years after your marriage, you would speak in hushed tones over cooling tea, not bothering to hide your glare when Coriolanus bothered joining. He was no longer the subject matter of your conversations with Tigris, instead discussing gossip that had spread through the yammering mouths of Capitol citizens, and the newest trends to pass around them. She had become your dearest friend, one he couldn’t find a valid reason to hide you from. Though he never would admit while his heart was still beating, despite your shared animosity, you were still his favorite accessory.

The Reaping ceremonies for the next annual Hunger Games would begin soon, which became a sensitive topic between you and Coriolanus. It was no secret to you who Lucy Gray Baird had been, who she had been to him. What the hunger games meant to him. You resented her. Not for the place she held near his heart, but for managing to escape him before he had caged her.

The fire of your arguments was always sparked by her name, the tinder and fuel having already been prepared by the years of building resentment. Almost always in his office, your hands would shove him back as he rapidly approached you after you provoked him with harsh and unforgiving words, only fanning the flame of hatred he felt towards you. Then he would corner you, your back against the wall as one hand found your neck and the other found your hair, his fingernails digging at your scalp. His minty breath falling out of his mouth in heavy gasps as he fought the urge to kill you right there. You made him feel as though he was an animal from the districts, dirty and foaming at the mouth. And he hated that.

“You know I would never harm you.” He’d always reassure you when his grip on your throat finally loosened, his eyes taking in the way you would suck in air he had prevented from reaching your lungs. Coriolanus considered what little he allowed you, even the air you breathed, a favor. He thought himself generous, benevolent even. He wasn’t of course, and you were always quick to point that out.

Today's argument was only different in setting, within the walls of your shared bedroom rather than his office. You had shoved him, predictable, and turned to storm away, wanting to find a guest room to sleep in instead. But before you could reach the door, his hand had yanked you by your hair back towards him before nearly throwing you on the bed. When you sat up to scramble away, he shoved you back down by your shoulders and crawled on top of you, effectively pinning you to the mattress, an echo of your frequent taunts. It was rare that you two would actually be in such a position, as neither of you particularly craved intimacy with one-another, yet the way one hand slid up your negligee and gripped the curve of your thigh conveyed a much different message tonight.

“I just wish you’d shut up for once, you know that?” He growled. Coriolanus Snow was an aggressive lover. He put all his weight on his forearm strung across your chest to keep you pinned down as his fingers left their place on your thigh and slid up to the junction of your legs, cupping your heat rather aggressively before shoving them aside and sliding his fingers over your folds to find the sensitive and rather neglected bundle of nerves. You could hardly hide the shudder that overcame you as you responded.

“Fuck you!” You spat at him, writhing under his touch. Your head fell back on the luxurious sheets and you bit back a moan as he swirled his fingers in a circular motion over your clit, stirring the lust you had repressed to life. How he loved to see your eyes rolling back into your skull as you fought surrendering to his ministrations. The edges of his mouth lifted in a smug little smirk when your arousal became more evident, making your cunt slick and pliable.

Oh, how he adored to see his poor, neglected wife fall victim to her own human nature. It made him want to consume you whole, like you were a treat he got all to himself. Coriolanus’s mouth fell to your collarbone and his teeth scraped over the thin skin as he slipped his middle finger inside your sopping hole, earning an earnest mewl from your normally argumentative lips. He bit down rather hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder as he slowly, teasingly pumped his finger in and out. This would be easier than he thought.

He tilted his head back up to take in the sight of your demeanor flickering to something more vulnerable, before taking your mouth with his. He kissed you like you provided the air he needed to breathe, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. You’d be a fool to say you didn’t still crave him after the years of strained marriage. His teeth clashed with yours as you both attempted to deepen the kiss. When he pushed another finger inside of you, hooking them and speeding up, your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

When your mother described to you what sex was like, she explained it like an intimate dance, where two souls would merge with love and passion. But it was never like that between the two of you. It was always a battle, aggressive and antagonistic as one of you sought to take something from the other. For Coriolanus, it was a display of his authority and control. His fingers quickened in pace and your hips bucked up into his hand, searching for more friction that would aid in your release. And he was benevolent wasn’t he? Who would he be to deny such a rare and primal pleasure? His fingers continued their attack on the spongy roof of your walls, pushing you closer and closer until your hand tore at the skin of his back with the intensity of your orgasm. Still seeing stars, he pulled his lips from yours and hovered them over your ear, his cheek brushing against yours, damp with tears.

“See how easy everything can be when you just stop resisting me at every turn?” You opened your mouth to respond, to bite back when the arm that pinned you down quickly shifted so his hand could cup over your mouth. He loved shutting you up. His silent voice hissed in your ear with a lingering promise. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

So focused on his words and hot breath on your ear, you almost didn’t notice when he pulled his fingers from inside you to tug down your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him before fumbling with the breeches he slept in, the cold air of the room hitting his stiff cock. He brought that same hand up before him, spitting in it and spreading the wetness of his saliva over his hardened length. Barely giving you a second to process all that was happening, he pressed himself inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow furrowing as your tight, wet heat engulfed him entirely.

Having not been intimate with him in so long, it was like he was splitting you open, and you cried out with pleasure into his hand, your own lashes pressing together as you took his total length. Coriolanus didn’t remain still for long, and his hips soon began setting a bruising pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he fought the urge to moan himself, not wanting to appear any less in control than he was. Your muffled gasps spurred him on, practically driving him mad as he pummeled into you. The volume difference when he removed his hand from your mouth and forearm from your chest was quite noticeable, and his fingers wove into your hair once more, holding your head back against the bed as he swallowed your moans with his mouth.

The stinging pain of your nails in the skin of his back when they flung around him was dulled by the sheer thrill he felt taking you like this. The hand that coaxed your orgasm out of you found its way to your thigh again, pushing it up over your torso to rest on your shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you as his fingers dug into the hot and tender skin. You nearly screamed into his mouth from the change in sensation as his hips came flush with yours over and over again. For a brief moment, he pulled away from the kiss to bite and suck at the skin of your neck, letting you sing out unmuted by his hand, as he imagined his songbird would so many years ago.

Coriolanus hated you. He hated almost everything about you. He resented you the way you resented him, but he was still addicted to you. Addicted to the control you allowed him as he fucked you stupid, to the way your pitful moans were brought about by him, to the dumb fucking look on your face as your body managed to make his hips stutter and falter as he came inside you with a low moan. He didn’t care about pulling out. You were his wife, a state figurehead, it was part of the job description to give birth to his children. Maybe getting you pregnant would even do him the favor of shutting you up. He didn’t bother helping you clean up as you readjusted your nightgown, instead opting to wipe the sweat from his brow and tuck himself back in the satin pants he intended on sleeping in.

Coriolanus Snow was not capable of real love. All those close enough to him were well-aware of that fact, including you. But when he crawled into the bed and pulled you, still breathless and trembling, up next to him, when he tucked your head into his chest in a possessive manner, your hands pressed against his heated chest, when he fell asleep holding you like you’d run away too, you momentarily convinced yourself he might have been able to love.

[tojancy]

‘say my name, boy’ - ft. jjk men

saying ‘ i love you ’ after sex w satoru, kento, n suguru!

ɞ⁺ contains : suguru , satoru, kento x fem!reader (seperate), fluff, slightly suggestive, nuditiy, making out, mentions of sex (obv), not proof-read.

ɞ⁺ w.c : total of 1.4k

SATORU GOJO .ᐟ

Long arms coat you, his skin practically glowing under the soft moonlight. Satoru’s eyes remain shut as he breathes contentedly. Every time you think your boyfriend can’t look any better, he proves you wrong.

You lean to kiss his cheek, bringing a soft smile to his face. Thick, snowy eyelashes remain obstinate, keeping his eyes shut and not looking at you. 

“Are you okay, babe?” Satoru asks after a few moments, breaking the unnerving silence. 

“Hm..? Yeah?” His question confused you.

“You never silent after sex,” His eyes open, leaving you staring into cerulean spherules. “What’s come over my talkative girl? Something on your mind?” His arms tighten over you, pressing you skin-to-skin. 

You giggle once brought close as if it’s the first time he does that. As if you weren’t just having sex with the man. His smile grows at your giggle.

“Not really, I’m okay,” You reassure, but Satoru is less than convinced. You’re always talking about something after going at it. It’s an endearing habit of yours that he’s gotten used to, now finding comfort in. 

“Baby,” he begins in mock sternness, “don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing, ‘toru,” the syllables come out dragged, “don’t have anything to say, that’s all.”

His expression grows smug, “awh? Was I so good you can’t even speak? How cute.” You roll your eyes at his teasing. 

“You’re so obnoxious, ‘toru,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. 

A few seconds go by—it’s so easy to lose track of the world around him when you look this angelic. An involuntary smirk fights its way onto his face. “God, you’re so in love with me. Can’t blame you, I’m so perfect.” 

“Oh, shut up, will you?” you chuckle, forehead pressing against his own. “You’re delusional.”

“Please,” he scoffs, responding with sass. “Allow me to prove my point.”

His lips come towards you at an agonizingly slow pace. It’s as if he’s torturing you on purpose, which he probably is. His lips close upon yours softly.

His kiss is electricity, it’s fireworks, it’s a bomb. You’ve been with Satoru for so long, yet his kisses never cease to leave you in a state of bliss.

“‘Love ya, baby,” He says with a soft smile.

“Huh?” You quirk a brow, fighting back a giggle. 

“What?” He’s confused. What did he do wrong this time?

“Say it right, Satoru,” you demand, landing playful taps on his face. “Who loves me?”

“Oh— I love you,” he nods, “Satoru Gojo loves you, my charming, beautiful, gorgeous woman.”

“That’s more like it,” you grow giddy. “ I love you too,” your words come out whispered, moving to press another kiss to his lips.

KENTO NANAMI .ᐟ

“Are you okay, my love?” kento whispers to you, fingers holding your face by the chin and forcing your face to look over at him. 

You hum, fixing your body to fit into his arms. Resting your head over his chest. kento chuckles; you’re not this clingy. But there’s some sense of serenity that washes over you every time he ‘makes love’ to you. It makes you quite lovely, in his eyes at least, more than your regular self. kento would never admit how he wishes you cling to him on a regular basis.

His lips land on the top of your head softly, pressing a soft kiss there. He keeps his head in your hair, smelling your aroma. Sure, you’re sticky with sweat and other… bodily fluids. But that doesn’t make him like you any less.

“Wanna take a bath?” He whispers into your hair, warm breath fanning over your scalp. 

“No…” You manage, voice barely audible. Your words vibrate through his very being. One finger mindlessly traces soft circles on his chest, making him feel slightly ticklish. He doesn’t move, though. “Can we keep it to the morning?”

“You sure?” He mutters with a chuckle. You’ve done this before. kento knows you hate morning showers, but you also hate the feeling of water on your body after sex. And every time you have a morning shower, you end up wishing you had it the night before. “Not gonna change your mind in the morning?”

“Promise,” you lie, knowing full well you are going to regret making this choice. “‘M too tired to move.”

“Okay,” the blonde man nods. He allows you to make this choice. After all, he’d hate to leave your arms, too.

“Kento..” you call after a few moments of peaceful silence. He hums attentively, sensing a question coming his way. “Can you say it?”

“Say what?” He looks down at you. Your head moves, craning your neck so your eyes can meet his own. He stares at you with love, love you thought he was incapable of feeling a few years back. 

The way you look at him is enough answer. He knows what you mean, and it’s almost amusing. It’s adorable how you seek his affection so… bluntly.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers, his tone low and sensual. “You already know that.”

Using your elbows for support, you help yourself to lean up to him, pecking his lips softly. “I love you too, Kento. So, very much.”

“I know,” He smiles, eyes fluttering between your eyes and your lips. 

SUGURU GETO .ᐟ

“Suguuuuu’” you whine when your black-haired lover moves out of your grasp, about to stand up. “Come backkkk”

Suguru chuckles—it’s a hoarse sound, yet the amusement in it is unmistakable. He’s still somewhat out of breath. He doesn’t comply, though. “What’s wrong? Can’t let go of me for a whole minute?”

“You’re mean,” you huff, sitting up straight. The blanket that covered you slips down and lands over your hip. Suguru’s eyes trail down against his well. He can’t help it, you look so divine, the dim light illuminating your body in all the right ways. 

“I’m mean for wanting to get dressed?” He raises a brow, scanning the room for the discarded pants. Your teeth tug at your lower lip at his physique. You’re not sure how you landed a shot with this gorgeous man, but you’re more than grateful. You avert your gaze, though, not hoping to jinx your luck. “Crybaby.”

A string of complaints leaves your lips, none audible enough for him to make out. You turn your back to him, pulling the covers up your body. Suguru rolls his eyes as he pulls his pants back on.

“You’re so sensitive,” The mattress dips under his weight, the blanket moving over your bare skin when he gets under it.

Warm digits trace your waist, careful as if you would break under any form of pressure. Goosebumps ripple across your skin, spreading like wildfire at the sensation of his warm breath near your ear. 

He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, bringing you closer to him by the waist. His fingers rub your belly lovingly. “So soft… so warm.”

Your heart throbs at his whispered words, feeling your thighs tighten slightly. He has such a way with words. You’re well past spent, but he still finds a way to turn you on again. You hum under him, leaning into his warmth.

“Stop teasing, Sugu’, you–” You begin, turning your face to meet him. The look in his eyes makes you stop. His face is living proof there’s a god—there’s not a hint of doubt in you that his face was sculpted by the hands of an angel. 

“Hmm? What were you saying?” He smirks, not moving an inch.

You shake your head. “Nothing,” You snap out of it, looking away. 

“Uh-huh?” A lopsided smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “Is that really?”

“Yeah,” You insist, turning around in his arms. “Just kiss me already.”

“With pleasure, pretty,” his voice is a tune you never bore of. He leans down towards your face, eyes set on your slightly parted lips. Warmth closes upon your mouth. 

His every move is passionate, prudence long gone. His fingers roam your skin freely, tracing a map he’s long since memorized. His tongue leaps at your mouth, dancing with your muscle. The room is empty but for the lewd sounds of mouths clasping against each other and your low hums.

“S’soft f’me,” he pulls away, remaining close. A string of saliva connects your mouths. You’re a sight to see, all flushed up and breathless while he seems unfazed. “I love you, doll. Y’know that?”

You take a moment to gather yourself before responding with a soft, “’love you too, Sugu’.”

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 1

a/n: I got this in my head and couldn’t find another fic that mentioned it. This is the first fic I've ever written.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin/reader

Warning: brief mentions of car crash and cheating

Word Count: 1100 ish

Summary: Jake must defend his call sign to a stranger, and he is on a timer. 

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You checked the timer on your phone for the third time, sighing at the 32 minutes remaining. One hour, every week, socializing with strangers. That was the deal you made with your therapist. 

Eighteen months after a horrific car crash killed your fiancé and childhood best friend your therapist suggested you ‘get back out there.’ It wasn’t just their deaths that you were working through in your twice monthly therapy sessions. It was the fact that she was blowing him when they crashed. You thought that was something that only happened in movies and tv shows.  Your grief was… complicated. 

So here you were at the bar of the week nursing a whiskey sour until the timer on your phone said you could go home. You surreptitiously glance around. Judging by the uniforms of the other patrons and the décor the Hard Deck was a military bar. You massage your temples and check your phone again, 29 minutes to go. 

“Need some company while you wait for your date?” You glance to your left at the southern drawl. An unfairly handsome man in a uniform with green eyes is looking down at you and you stare a little too long. “I’ve been watching you check your phone,” he explains, “he’s an idiot to keep you waiting.“ 

“I'm not expecting company,” you roll your eyes at him. “But thank you for assuming I’m being stood up. It was definitely the vibe I was going for.” You take another sip of your drink so you have something to do with your hands. 

A slow smile breaks out across his face. “In that case I’m Hangman.”

“I'm sorry your parents hated you.”

At your deadpan response he chuckles. “It’s my call sign,” he explains smugly. “I'm a fighter pilot.” He is easily the most attractive man in the bar and he knows it, and there is something about his inflated ego that makes you want to pop it. Just a little.

“Hangman like the spelling game?” you ask and he nods and brushes your arm, leaning into you.

You hum noncommittally, cocking your head as you look at him. “You know some schools discourage playing hangman.” You tell him. “They don’t want to encourage violence in children so they play Sleepy Baby instead.”

“Sleepy Baby?” He asks in confusion, leaning back.

“Yeah, you draw a baby in a crib instead of a man on the gallows,” you grin at his scandalized expression. “You could change your pilot name to Sleepy Baby, so you don’t scare the children and all.” 

“Darling, you are the only one I’d let call me ‘baby’.” You laugh at his smooth recovery. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He is charming despite his ego and his intense stare is giving you butterflies. 

“Tic-tac-toe.” 

“Imma call you Hugs and Kisses and you can call me Baby.” You can’t help but laugh at his confidence. 

“So if you are not waiting for anyone why are you always checking on your phone?” The pilot sits down beside you leaning forward again so his knees brush against yours. 

You contemplate your answer before deciding that fuck it, you will be at another bar next week and will never see the handsome pilot again so might as well be honest. “My therapist has suggested that I should ‘socialize with adults that are not coworkers or the children I work with.’” You explain. “So one hour a week I must socialize.” You wave your hand vaguely at the bar. 

“Are you one of those teachers banning hangman?” He asks in mock outrage, graciously glossing over most of your explanation. 

“Child Activity Coordinator at a local library actually, but yeah I’ve been know to play a few rounds of Sleepy Baby.” You say with a shrug.“ Some parents get upset at certain things and it’s easier just to avoid it than die on the hill of hangman. Plus there was one little boy who would cry when the man was hung so it was best to avoid the tears.”

“He would cry every time?” The green eyed pilot has a fond smile on his face. 

You nodded. “I mean the same kid also cried when someone stole his imaginary kitten so some things can’t be helped but sometimes it’s just easier to avoid it.” You said with a grin remembering the moment. 

“It’s hard to believe we live in a world where imaginary kittens aren’t even safe.” He shakes his head solemnly and you burst out laughing. The unexpected arrival of the cocky pilot has been a delightful addition to your evening. 

“So one hour a week?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “How much time do I have left?”

You check your phone, “you have 17 minutes, Flyboy.” You grin. “So what made you join the AirForce?”

He looks offended. “Darling, I'm a Naval Aviator.” 

You blink blankly at him. “I was genuinely not aware the Navy had pilots.” 

“The navy has aircraft carriers,” he grins “who do you think flies the planes?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it and I think I just assumed it was a Navy / Air Force cooperation situation.” You trail off still thinking before shrugging. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

“I could teach you something else,” he sends you a flirty wink.

“I think I’ve reached my knowledge quota for the day,” you laugh back. “But what did you learn today?”

“That my call sign breaks the heart of little boys and their stolen imaginary kittens, and I could use a therapist that suggests going to a bar.”

“Good news Sleepy Baby, I don't think you needed the help to make it here.”

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket notifying you that your hour is up and a not so small part of you is disappointed. You pull your phone out and hold up the timer to the pilot in front of you. “That’s time.”

“Can I get your number?” He asks hopefully as you gather your purse and finish your drink. “We could spend the full hour together next time, therapists advice on socializing and all.”

“I’ll pass this time, but next time, who knows?” You say as you stand, feeling a little sad that you will never see him again. 

“As long as you remember, Hugs and Kisses, I’m in the Navy.” 

You look up at him grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” 

As you leave you walk by the jukebox glancing down and see the perfect song on the track lists. You hit the number grinning to yourself as you walk to the door. 

When you reach the exit you turn around and find the green eyed pilot has made his way back to some others in uniforms at the pool table. “Hey Baby,” you call out over the noise of the bar. You grin when he looks up eagerly as the Village People begins to play over the jukebox. “This song’s for you!”  You shoot him a mock salute as you walk out the door. 

[okwonyo]

korean dramas, french love letters.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 [ 형선 ] ♡ female reader & fluff varying au annoyance2lovers childhood sweethearts2lovers meet cute coworkers2lovers + cw. not-proofread skinship pet-names mention of alcohol 1.1k ｜ ( bookshelf )

unfortunate love | heeseung

he’d be that very smart, sporty and nice guy; that is extremely popular— having a crush on him is evidence for all the girls on campus, well, except for you.

as half of the females at school, your friend wouldn’t be an exception to his effect, boring to tears with how ‘pretty and cool’ he is.

that is surely the reason why you wouldn’t stand him. it wouldn't be anything personal; girl friends are supposed to hate their friend’s crushes— that is real friendship and, really, funny.

he’d see the way you role your eyes whenever he waves at your friend, he’d thought it was jealousy; but, the fact you don't bat an eye when gives you his most charming smile, would make him change his mind instantly.

he’d make it his personal mission to make you like him, at all coasts— claiming that he loves the chase, not realizing he let himself fall in the process.

he’d make sure to be where you are, ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ slipping off his mouth dangerously smoothly after greeting you, finding himself in a roller coaster despite his fear of heights just to ‘annoy you’ even if his hand is gripping yours.

due to his antics, you’d be obligated to be meaner and meaner to him by the minute; ignoring the thumb in your hear each time he calls you by a stupid nickname. it might be a stupid crush, but you can't do that to your friend.

“but i just cannot manage to make it through a day without thinking about you lately”

childhood sweethearts | jongseong

from the sandbox to highschool, you wouldn't be able to remember a single day where he hasn't been by your side; as a friend, as a confident and incredible listener.

as time passes by, you’d watch his passion for guitar growing up along side with his height. dragging you into his house to show you the new notes he learnt, he'd smile so widely whenever you’d tell him that he is doing great with the guitar you gifted him for his birthday.

after entering highshcool, he’d create a band with his friends— quickly, with a pretty face like this and these guitar skills; he’d become the cool guy that he was always destined to be.

he’d insist on you being at every at his concert, claiming that you are a ‘human lucky charm’ and that your presence it the crowd reassures him; “it eases my heart when you are there“

eyes wide and mouth agape, your fingers interlocking as your press your own palms together; you can't help but wonder who is he singing about.. who is the girl he loves so much that these beautiful words flow out of his mind ever so smoothly?

he’d become weirdly avoidant when you try to bring that up, inventing new subjects to talk about or acting as if he didn't hear anything of what you just said— it’d hurt you a tad.

the truth is; he tries to be calm about his love for you, but it's all so passionate. he values your friendship a lot and cannot think of any other way to convey his feelings.

“when she laughs, the heaven hum a stun gun lullaby”

quiet summer love | jaeyun

in the depth of the summer’s light, the cold air of the library you just entered relaxes your whole body. warmth comes find you again, but this time; through a stranger fingers touching yours.

he’d be that quiet meet cute at the library you like, with his cute glasses on and a rose tint growing at the contact. awkwardly apologizing, he’d tell you to take the book if you really want to.

ever since then, your encounters at library, at the convenience store or everywhere, given how small you city may be, would be all awkward but comforting at the same time.

asking about what book he’d have in his end at the moment and noticing that it was the book you were looking for; you’d end up exchanging numbers, so when he finishes he can tell you— quickly enough, so you can have it before any one else does.

softly, your relationship will form into a timid friendship; night walks and chatting at the library.. some awkward interactions like you falling on him or accidentally hitting him as you get scared if a sudden bug.

nonetheless, his presence by your side would bring you unexplainable comfort during warm summer nights, his face without his glasses added to his hair wet due to the sea’s salty water makes your knees weak and the way he stumbles over his words when he looks into your eyes would never fail to make you giggle.

as the book-freak he is, he’d try to be poetic in the way he feels for you— but it’d be all so intense that he wouldn't be apt to string words together in any ways that makes sense.

“the day after you stole my heart, everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you.”

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black hair, glasses accentuating the fire in his eyes that contrast with his personality’s coldness and cravat that would look better untied; he’d be the allegory of the cold boss.

eyes lingering on you during an ‘after work’ work drink, where you insisted on him coming, as you get dangerously more and more drunk; he’d find himself worried for you and take you home.

after that night, where you told him how nice you thought he really was and that you appreciated him a lot, you’d be on his mind constantly— especially since he had a soft spot for you for a long time now. thinking that you are absurdly pretty, sweet and around his age, which is his perfect type.

your coworkers would find him talking to you more often, it's a surprise; he doesn't talk to anyone at work usually. asking you about your day and what are you planning on the week-end, still formally and without trying to be too much indiscreet.

one night, seeing that you are still working when it's time for him to leave, he’d insist on you going to get some rest at home and even drive you to your appartement.

the next day, he’d come at work without his glasses and with pastry after you told him that you liked the way he looked without them when he took of his glasses to clean them and you explained that you wanted to try out that bakery next to work one day.

you’d end up feeling more than appreciation for your boss, noticing his flush he tries to hide with his hand whenever your shoulder brush against him.. so, so doomed.

“i know i’m not your type; because i don’t shun daylight. but, i’m willing to start”

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Okay since we were talking about our beloved Lorcan earlier 😂

What about Lorcan falling in love with one of the newer fae in Aelin's court? Like a fae who took over for one of the Lord's after the war?

*smiles in evil fox* I had way too much fun...

Smartass

Lorcan always knew that he liked his females strong-minded. He liked the bickering. He liked the teasing it brought. A game of some sort. Chasing and catching. Charming. He wasn't picky about the looks. It's the brain that he valued. Had spent way too many nights in taverns, with ladies who only knew how to bounce their breasts but the words that came out of their mouths made him want to rip his hair out. He was sure his life was going to be doomed by careless messing around. One night adventures and fleeting the moment he was done.

But you just had to walk into his life. And turn his ancient world upside down. He was accompanying Aelin in one of her meetings regarding the reserved army she wanted to recruit. She said that she needed Lorcan as her formal army commander to run over the details with a commander of allay troops just in case.

Well, one thing Lorcan wasn't expecting was a female. Tight armor like a corset, pants that accompanied the high slits of your dress shirt. Lorcan had forgotten his name for a moment as he watched you walking towards them. "See something you like?", you smirked at the male, making Lorcan swallow thickly, your voice alone could send you to his knees yet all he said was, "No, but good to know that you're so full of yourself". You let out a chuckle as you walked past him. The scent of you made Lorcan growl slightly.

It was a torturous week. Watching you. Sensing you. Hearing you. You were a tough cookie. Every time Lorcan had tried to jab you. You had always come out on top. "There's no way to cross the mountain", he said in one of the last meetings of the day. You just turned to him, "Oh, really? You are now an expert in that too?", you chirped. Fenrys snorted across the table. That man had attended every single meeting now that Lorcan was being put in his place daily. "I've traveled through that area countless of times, sweetie", he swilled his drink in his glass, "You haven't even been born yet".

Crickets sounded across the room as you watched him for a moment. "Careful your old age is showing", you chirped, dabbling your nail on the map, "I can ask a healer to make you a tonic so you would not forget to button your pants in the morning".

Lorcan let out a warning growl, grip on his glass tightening. Even Gavriel let out a chuckle. You threw the male a sympathetic look, "Did I bruise your ego, baby boy?", "You're walking on thin ice, dove", he pointed a warning finger at you. You leaned over pretending to bite it, "I'm commander Y/N to you".

And this went on and on. As if you two were in a silent battle with one another. Leading one another on. Yet there was something about you. The way you laughed sent shivers down Lorcan's back. Even if you pissed him off, he still walked right beside you as you monitored the training of the soldiers. He listened as you spoke to his man. His gaze kept them all in line because, maker, help them if Lorcan sensed their thoughts going elsewhere.

When the time for you to go came, Lorcan found himself dreading the moment. His mood dropped then he saw you saddling your horse, humming under your breath. Yep, you were the prettiest, strong-minded female he had ever seen. "Came to wish me a smooth journey back?", you straightened your posture, and brushed your hair away from your face. Lorcan leaned against the wall of the barn. "Nah, wanted to cut your saddle's leather", he breathed, making you let out a laugh. Even Lorcan felt his lips curving upwards.

"And here I thought you genuinely liked me", you stepped closer to him, shaking your head. "I hate smartass females like you", Lorcan growled, predator eyes piercing at you. You nodded your head, before quickly pulling at the flaps of his shirt, yanking him closer to you. Your lips met his and Lorcan's hands instantly reached for you. It was desperate and messy. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears that you couldn't hear anything else.

You pulled away breathlessly, "A parting gift of sorts", you muttered, brushing your finger over Lorcan's lips, trying to get the red tint off, "So you wouldn't forget just how much you hate me". Lorcan growled as you stepped out of his embrace, turning to walk towards your horse. "When I'll get my hands on you...", Lorcan called after you, voice deep. "Actions speak louder than words, commander", you chirped over your shoulder. So Lorcan stepped forward, more than happy to show you the power of his actions.

[crisiscutie]

the reunion...is nothing to fear.

Pairing: Pregnant Darling/"Fluffy" Sephiroth

Word Count: 680

Content Warning: Psychological/Emotional Abuse.

The grandfather clock ticked away as Sephiroth traced the stretch marks of your swollen belly. He used his other hand to work the tension out of your back as you kept your focus on the clock. Judging by the time, your triplet boys aren't done with school yet. Few more hours. If only you could turn time faster. But it doesn't matter. The man you were trying to escape from has now invaded your new, lovely home, humming his favorite lullaby as you sat on his lap. Your new, lovely home, now corrupted by his presence. Maybe that's why your unborn child is kicking so much now; for you to get away from him.

Yet there was something peculiar about the way his hold on you felt. It's gentle and loving, but also constricting and possessive. You're almost like a poor fly caught in a spider's web. The spider is just waiting for the right moment to feast.

Despite the effort and hard work you put into escaping with your triplet boys, it amounted to nothing. Signs of Sephiroth's presence were always around you; Your precious boys kept asking about those strange dark feathers around your new home, their school, and even in other places, like your favorite grocery store. They wanted to know when their father would stop playing games. But you simply brushed it off, telling them that their father wouldn't be joining you all soon. They were confused, sad even, but they understood the hint to drop the subject. You hated saying that to them yourself, but it was necessary.

The dark feathers you saw were some of the many invitations to the reunion that you ignored. And now, this is fate. Your precious, innocent boys will become like their father. You still loved Sephiroth, but you could never love the path he took. His relentless slaughter of innocents and confining you all in his so-called "tower of love". That's why you had to get away from him. You tried your best, but this is where your "best" landed you.

Your baby's movements grew more forceful as he stopped tracing your stretch marks. He whispered into your ear with that same charming, velvety voice, but you knew it wasn't his old self. He still had that dark look around his slit eyes and a dangerous edge to his voice. You knew that his heart still beats for his family, but it's forever enshrouded in darkness.

"I wonder," he asked, "what name have you chosen for her?" Your dull eyes darted to your covered patio door, watching the rays of the beautiful sunlight slightly retract. You should have opened more windows when you returned from grocery shopping. You're amazed that you could still see in this gloomy and dark setting. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your voice. But his question weighed heavily on your mind. It's true, you hadn't considered a name for your unborn child, let alone knew that it was going to be a girl. Your unexpected pregnancy with this little one almost deterred you from making your getaway with the triplets, but you pressed on. In the coming weeks, you were so focused on getting away from Sephiroth, you've neglected almost everything else. You didn't even have to turn around to see that his lips curled into a smirk, almost like he knew what you were thinking. His lips pressed against your ear, speaking in a lower, ominous voice.

"...JENOVA... A fine name for her."

Your eyes had widened at both his voice and his declaration. Naming your child after a dead family member wasn't unusual, but something about it had made your heart race. Your baby had ceased her kicking as his hold on you had grown slightly more constricting. Gazing weakly at the grandfather clock, you had realized that not much time had passed. He had begun his delusional ramblings, a dark chuckle echoing in your mind, as a lone tear had trailed down your cheek.

"The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear, but let us embrace whatever it brings."

This fic is based on one of my favorite prompts I've done so far on this blog. Context: The darling fled with her children to find a better life after Fluffy Sephiroth's corruption in this alternative path of the Domestic AU.

Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment

[kunikame]

# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, (un)intentional miss-spellings, america jokes (COME ON BABY AMERICA!!)

? w/c : 496

inviting the other first years to ramshackle automatically means inviting ace trappola as well.

though he wasn't directly invited by you, he invited himself, as usual.

whenever you held game night with your little friend group it would end with a screaming match between you and ace (and sebek, who simply screams because he can't lower his voice) over one thing or another. you wonder what you will find yourself arguing over tonight.

as the boys trademark pile into the ramshackle lounge, you go to grab the sailor moon special monopoly you (somehow) discovered they sell here. it's a little different from how you remember it in your world, but the fact they even had it in twisted wonderland astonished you.

"[name], do you need any help?"

you turn at the sound of deuce's voice, raising your eyebrow with a questioning hum.

"you've been staring at the box for a while, i was just wondering if something was wrong, or if you needed help with something. jack and sebek took care of the snacks and drinks, by the way."

realization dawns on you, and your eyes snap to the clock on the wall, you really have been standing here for a while. "oh! no, no, i'm okay, thanks deucey~ i was just wondering how the sailor moon edition even exists in twisted wonderland, and i suppose i lost track of time, that's all," you say as you walk towards the tall boy, indicating for him to exit the storage room first. after you turn off the lights and shut the door, you fall into step beside him.

"oh, you had it in your world too?" 

you let out a pleased hum, nodding in agreement. deuce has always been quite curious about your world, and you loved sharing little details about it with him. you sometimes sat down and traded information and fun facts the other didn't know, and while jack was one of your favorite conversation partners as he was very attentive and listened to whatever you said, deuce was just a tad closer to first place. 

"yeah, we have multiple editions, actually, based on some movies or animes– though i haven't played many of them."

"that sounds pretty fun. i wonder if there's a ramshackle edition of some board game somewhere out there. the currency is tuna and the goal is to catch grim without getting caught by overblotted dorm leaders or ghosts."

"and crowley is the mascot slash narrator of the game! he gives you random side quests and tasks that you can't skip cause you'd lose some tuna!"

you share a giggle just as you make it to the lounge and see the guys just chilling there and waiting for you with everything set up the way it usually would be.

except usually you entering would catch the attention of everyone except ace, turning to you with one request or another.

this time, however, ace trappolas eyes snap to you along with the others.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- Some random tidbits about you and mechanic!Sevika's relationship after her Christmas confession

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: suggestive language, not proofread, useless lesbians, smut, wlw ship, no use of y/n, pet names, blossoming relationship, you and Sev are actual idiots, unserious smut, lowkey crack

🤎 A/N: Ask me about this couple and I'll answer anything!! I didn't really know where I was going with these headcanons, just wanted to get into the feel for them before I write a New Year's fic for them

🤎 Notes: Idk what this is, don't... we not gone talk about it

🤎 Word count: 3.4k

🤎 Surprisingly, dating Sevika is much different than simply pining for her 

🤎 First of all, the woman is a sap 

🤎 She’s so unbelievably cute, it’s almost criminal 

🤎 Sev is the older of you two, but she’s the bigger baby 

🤎 Your regular flowers begin coming with metal ones that she welded for you to match whatever type she’d just bought for you 

🤎 Date nights are now much more elaborate- she picks you up with flowers and a little gift for each date, even if it’s just like a movie or bowling or something like that 

🤎 Hates spooning 

🤎 She prefers to wrap herself around you with her head smushed in your tits 

🤎 She actually asked you about it at first as well 

🤎 You two were on the couch, she was rested between your thighs as she played some game on the tv and you had a hand idly playing in her hair as you scrolled on your phone 

🤎 She looked up at you a few times before she finally spoke, “Hey sweets?” 

🤎 You hummed, “Hm?” 

🤎 “Which spoon do you prefer to be?” 

🤎 You thought about it for a few second, fingers still carding through her thick strands gently before you responded, “With you? Little.” 

🤎 “Hm.” 

🤎 “What’s that for?” 

🤎 “I don’t like spooning.” 

🤎 “Oh?” 

🤎 She nodded as she turned back to her game (I headcanon that Sev plays the sims in this modern au), “Yeah. I would rather be face to face when we cuddle. Or... face to chest.” 

🤎 You rolled your eyes, thumping her ear playfully, “Mmcht, you just wanna touch my tits.” 

🤎 “No, ‘m serious, babe. For one, there’s more warmth that way. Two, we can get closer. And three, I can hear your heartbeat that way. It’s calming.” 

🤎 She’s too fucking cute 

🤎 On days where one of you works and the other doesn’t, she always requires at least an hour of kissing and cuddling to unwind 

🤎 Your matching jewelry goes beyond your charm bracelets now- you two each have a necklace with the other’s name on it that neither of you take off 

🤎 Movie nights are spicier, usually ending in a heated make-out session 

🤎You’re both still idiots who can’t take each other seriously though 

🤎 Every time Sevika says something romantic, depending on the timing and delivery, you’re either melting or cracking up in a fit of giggles 

🤎 Sev on the other hand can’t take you serious when you start trying to talk dirty to her 

🤎 She finds dirty talk to actually be kind of awkward 

🤎 Take every time you tried to be a little flirty before the two of you had sex for the first time 

🤎 Once she was watching television and you just looked up from your phone to say, “You’ve gotta stop looking like that.” 

🤎 “Like what?” 

🤎 “Fuckable.” 

🤎 She always looks away with a little blush and a cough to clear her throat, “Oh.” 

🤎 The closest you guys got to fucking for the first time was during a movie night 

🤎 You guys were watching ‘Princess and the Frog’ 

🤎 Well, you were watching 

🤎 Sev’s back was turned to the tv as she tucked her face into your neck, pressing methodical kisses to all the spots she knew would make your breath hitch a little and send a shiver down your spine 

🤎 You had a hand entangled in her hair, your other one propping you up so you could try and focus on the movie and not her lips 

🤎 At least until her hands slid under your shirt and she looked up at you 

🤎 You looked down to find her smirking at you, “What? Is there something on my face?” 

🤎 “No.” 

🤎 “Okay? What’s up, you stopped.” 

🤎 She held eye contact as she slid your shirt up just the slightest, lips meeting the base of your throat, “Can I go under your shirt?” 

🤎 Your pussy? Aching right now 

🤎 You nodded, stammering softly, “Y-yeah... sure...” 

🤎 She looked like a kid who’d just gotten a piece of candy as she pulled your shirt up over your breasts 

🤎 You weren’t wearing a bra, having taken it off earlier in the day because it was ‘too hot’ 

🤎 You forced your eyes away from her as you looked back up at the movie 

🤎 She took her time, kisses trailing down your breast, lips narrowly avoiding your nipples even as they ached in anticipation of being invited into her mouth 

🤎 You shifted slightly, releasing a soft breath the moment her tongue circled your areola 

🤎 She slid closer to you, slotting one of her legs between yours as your hand came back up to entangle with her hair as her mouth latched onto you, tongue drawing quick circles around your nipple 

🤎 You were wearing some biker shorts and one of her t-shirts while she wore a wife pleaser and some sweats 

🤎 The combination of her mouth on your breasts and the slight pressure of her thigh up against you was almost euphoric, especially considering how much you’d been needing a release lately 

🤎 She let out a chuckle as you started to rut your hips against her thigh, her hand sliding from your waist to grip and palm your ass as she helped you along, pulling you against her leg with every upward thrust of your hips 

🤎 The sound of you dissolving above, turning into a mess of little whimpers and whines with every second you drew closer to coming was all she needed as she showed attention to both of your breasts as evenly as she possibly could 

🤎 She didn’t release your nipple once you came, slowing your hips down against her 

🤎 It wasn’t until you tapped her repeatedly, panting softly as you stopped the movement of your hips with a breathy mumble of ‘wait’ that she stopped 

🤎 She kissed back up your chest, pulling your shirt back down, “Enjoyed yourself?” she teased. 

🤎 If it weren’t for you getting too sensitive so fast, you were pretty sure you guys would have actually fucked that day 

🤎 Regardless, there was no rush 

🤎 This leads to you guys’ actual first time together being almost completely hilarious to the both of you 

🤎 It’s full of giggles, whispers, and ogling 

🤎 When Sev sees you fully naked for the first time, you thought she’d actually short-circuited with the way she froze 

🤎 You burst into giggles, closing her mouth, “You always turn into a fly catcher around me, hotshot. Like what you see?” 

🤎 And boy did she ever 

🤎 She runs her hands over your curves, committing each part of you to memory 

🤎 It’s not serious for long though 

🤎 Well, it is because this is you guys’ first time having sex together, but also... it’s you and Sevika, you two can’t take anything too serious 

🤎 The giggles have returned once it’s Sevika’s turn to get naked 

🤎 This woman, I kid you not, decides that this is the time she wants to ‘try to be sexy like you’ by stripping 

🤎 She’s a mess of Magic Mike moves done half wrong because she spent most of that movie covering you in hickeys and whispering gay shit in your ears 

🤎 But the funniest part is how she struggles with each article of clothing 

🤎 She starts with her shirt but she ends up fumbling on the second button, stopping the sway of her hips to whatever music was playing in her head as she lets out a huff, looking down to focus on getting the button undone 

🤎 Amidst your snickering, you reach out to help her, but she smacks your hands away, “Just gimme a sec... almost... got it.” 

🤎 Next are her pants and oh boy- 

🤎 You’d swear her belt buckle was a rubik’s cube the way she struggled to unhook it 

🤎 Once she’s made it down to her bra and boxers your giggles die down- only a little bit because she’s still humping the air and making fuck boy faces at you (she calls it her ‘stripper smoulder’)- but your focus is 100 percent on taking in her body 

🤎 Sure, you’ve seen her shirtless before 

🤎 In the really hot summer months when the A/C is finnicky and all leaving the garage doors open at work does is make it hotter in the shop, you can find her either with the top of her work jumper hanging loose around her waist and shirtless, or at the very least in a wife pleaser that she’s constantly raising to wipe the sweat from her forehead 

🤎 Back to the present though 

🤎 You find yourself getting pretty hot- and wet- once her bra has been discarded (she kept fucking up with unhooking it, it would come undone just to get hooked onto the next hook over), anticipating the removal of her boxers so you can take in her full form 

🤎 She’s fucking dripping 

🤎 So are you, but who’s asking? 

🤎 The two of you are just taking in each other’s bodies, not really saying much as your eyes trailed over her from top to bottom and hers from your bottom to top 

🤎 She was practically towering over you where you sat on the edge of the bed, silently appraising your body with a soft reverence in her eyes 

🤎 She reaches out to lift your chin as she finally speaks, voice softer than you’ve heard it since she first clumsily confessed her love to you 

🤎 “You’re so unbelievably beautiful, sweets...” 

🤎 You gulp down a breath, answering shakily as your eyes traced up the scars littering the left side of her body to meet her eyes, “So are you...” 

🤎 That first night is probably the softest sex you’ve had in your entire life 

🤎 We’ve already discussed that girlfriend Sev is a huge fucking sap, but in the bedroom on that first night? Oh it’s even worse 

🤎 You think you might explode as she pauses for the umpteenth time to study you, her eyes drinking you in as if she’ll never see you again after this is over 

🤎 You lean up to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, whispering, “We don’t have to keep going if-” 

🤎 “No, I want to... ‘m just... I dunno what word I’m looking for I feel like I’m short circuiting...” 

🤎 You let out a little chuckle, pulling her into a warm kiss as you mumbled against her lips, “’S okay, baby... I know what you mean.” 

🤎 A few times you both end up giggling when you make eye contact, it’s cute and it’s you and Sev unapologetically 

🤎 When she finally makes her way between your legs, holding your thighs over her shoulders, she looks back up at you and you immediately burst into giggles 

🤎 She rolls her eyes, giving a quick little nip to your inner thigh as she looked back up, “Stop laughing or then I’mma laugh.” 

🤎 You held a hand over your mouth with another little giggle, shaking your head, “’M sorry, Sev, but I’m just...” You let out a little happy sigh as you looked back down at her, “I’m happy, okay? I’m not laughing at you, I promise.” 

🤎 She shook her head, placing a few kisses around your core as she mumbled, “You’re so cute.” 

🤎 You don’t even have time to offer a retort before her mouth is connecting with you 

🤎 You’re seeing stars, feeling fireworks, butterflies, all of the things as she drinks in your taste, savoring the feel of you against her tongue 

🤎 She lapping between your lips with slow and teasing strokes, her nose hooking against your clit perfectly with every upward stroke 

🤎 When you come, it’s euphoric, heavenly 

🤎 Sevika comes from the sound of you alone, your fist wrapping up in her hair as her name fell from your lips almost like a prayer 

🤎 She kisses back up your body, stopping to show some attention to your breasts before finally making it back up to your lips, “How was that, sweets?” 

🤎 “Y-you... yeah...” you breathe. 

🤎 Embarrassingly enough, you fall asleep before returning the favor, Sevika pressing soft kisses to your skin as she rubbed your hips and ass 

🤎 Sex from then on with her is a regular occurrence 

🤎 The next point of sort of awkwardness is living arrangements between the two of you 

🤎 Sev has mentioned that she doesn’t mind moving you into the penthouse with her 

🤎 You’re almost never at your own apartment these days, it makes sense 

🤎 Then comes the anxiety 

🤎 You’re pulling away from Sevika unintentionally as you start to freak out about moving in with her 

🤎 At this point you guys have been in a relationship for almost a year now and best friends for 3 and a half years 

🤎 Because of this, Sevika notices the change immediately 

🤎 Your kisses are shorter 

🤎 You’re spending the night less than usual 

🤎 You’re quieter whenever you are over her place 

🤎 It’s not until you walk in on her cooking without smacking her ass or giving her one of your playful little gropes as usual that she says something 

🤎 “Sweets.” 

🤎 You didn’t even look up from your phone as you scrolled through Instagram idly, “Yeah?” 

🤎 The sound of your government name is what snapped your attention up to her 

🤎 She hasn’t called you by your actual name almost since you guys have met, more often than not it’s always ‘Sweets’ or ‘Baby love’ 

🤎 Sev’s face when you do finally look up doesn’t make you feel any better either 

🤎 In fact, you get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, anxiety skyrocketing as you wait for her to say something else 

🤎 “What’s going on?” 

🤎 “What do you mean?” 

🤎 She folded her arms, a hurt look all over her face as she points out how you’ve become stand-offish with her, “You’ve been being weird. And not my usual ‘haha, I like to freak out my girlfriend’ weirdo. You haven’t slept over in almost a month... are we okay?” 

🤎 Your heart breaks as you realize how in your head you’ve been lately 

🤎 You nodded, moving closer to reassure her as you took hold of her hands, “We’re more than okay, I’m just...” you let out a little sigh, looking away only for her to bring your eyes right back to hers. 

🤎 “Please...” 

🤎 “I don’t wanna fuck things up if we move in together.” 

🤎 “What do you mean?” 

🤎 “Like... what if you don’t like the way I load the dishwasher? Or what if being around me both at home and at work almost 24/7 gets annoying? Or-” 

🤎 “Sweets. You realize that we’ve been practically living together since before we even got together, right?” 

🤎 “Yeah, but-” 

🤎 You’re cut off by her lips against yours, shutting you up effectively before she pulled away, looking down at you as she speaks quietly, “Look, if I was tired of you or thought you were annoying, I would’ve never gotten so close with you in the first place. I love you, okay? And I promise you that the fact of my love for you is not gonna change ‘cause we live together full-time suddenly.” 

🤎 “Promise?” 

🤎 She pressed another kiss to your lips, holding your hips closely, “I swear to you. I love you, sweets. More than anything.” 

🤎 You guys move in together officially within the next month 

🤎 Your first Christmas as a couple is actually a small event 

🤎 Sure, you guys attend the company Christmas party as a couple, but before that you realize just how much you’ve rubbed off on her when she wakes you up at midnight to open your gifts- just like you told her your family used to do when you were younger 

🤎 You two are useless fucking lesbians I tell you 

🤎 You got each other the same gift actually 

🤎 Like the exact same gift 

🤎 The main gift was a pendant with both of your birthstones and your meetiversary (the anniversary of the day you two met) date engraved on it 

🤎 You both were a mess of giggles when you unwrapped the matching necklaces 

🤎 “You got this from-” 

🤎 “Kay Jewelers?” Sev finished for you, causing you to start laughing again. 

🤎 “I love you, Sev.” 

🤎 “Oh really? While I love you as well, maybe you should wait until I show you the other gift I got you,” she hints with an almost suggestive look. 

🤎 You’re ready to marry her on the spot when she takes you to the shop, showing you your next gift 

🤎 It’s a custom restored 1957 Cadillac Sedan Deville 

🤎 You jumped onto her, hooking your arms around her neck as you squealed, “Baby, you didn’t! Oh my fuck- I love you...” You whispered the last words into her neck as you melted into her. 

🤎 She simply chuckles, wrapping her arms around you as she presses kisses along the side of our face as best she can with the way you’ve tucked yourself under her chin, “Been working on it since last Christmas. You like it?” 

🤎 You answered her with a fat kiss on her lips, kissing all over her face sloppily as she held you up from you jumping up into her arms 

🤎 Safe to say that you guys spent almost the entire day leading up to the party fucking between every activity 

🤎 Just put the gingerbread cookies in the oven? You guys are fucking on the kitchen counter 

🤎 Just finished watching a movie? You’re fucking on the couch 

🤎 Oh, what? There’s a sprig of mistletoe in every room? Sounds like a fuck tour to me 

🤎 You guys don’t even stay at the party long because Sev wants to go and make love to make up for all the quickies you guys had that day 

🤎 So yeah, you guys spend your first Christmas as a couple fucking in between all the traditions you guys made as best friends 

🤎 Now let’s get on to some simpler things 

🤎 You’re the blanket hog, but Sevika doesn’t mind because she runs warm anyway 

🤎 If you guys aren’t going to work together or it’s an off day and one of you has errands or something you guys always part ways with 6 kisses- one to the forehead, one to each cheek, and three to the lips- an ‘I love you, baby’ and a bite 

🤎 You left to your mom’s place one time without giving her the playful bite she’d come to expect whenever you left and she was so pouty about it that you simply added it to the kiss routine 

🤎 Sev sleeps on the left side of the bed 

🤎 I have a theory that the people who sleep on the left side of the bed are the people who like to be up underneath their partner (Yes I sleep on the left) 

🤎 Sev has a double sink in her bathroom but whenever you guys are brushing your teeth or washing your faces it’s always at the same sink, Sev standing behind you with a hand on your waist 

🤎 Funny enough, but after you guys got together, Sev stopped doing most of the driving 

🤎 She enjoys being your passenger princess 

🤎 You’ve got her name embroidered in the headrest of the passenger seat of your car 

🤎 You keep a blanket, snacks, and cones stashed in your car for her at all times 

🤎 Speaking of which, yes, mechanic Sev smokes both weed and cigs 

🤎 Her cigarettes are Djarum black clove cigs 

🤎 She smokes Blazy Susan King Sized cones 

🤎 You don’t smoke as much as her, and honestly after the two of you got together, she doesn’t smoke as much as she used to either 

🤎 But boy when you two get high together? You two can’t stop laughing 

🤎One of your first times getting high with her you almost pissed yourself laughing at the way she said the word ‘spoon’ 

🤎 All in all, dating Sev is exactly what you expect dating your best friend to be like 

🤎 She’s.... the best thing to ever happen to you 

🤎 And you are the love of her life

🤎©️ All work belongs to sexysapphicshopowner. Do not use or repost my content in any way without my consent or permission. Thank you! 🤎

🤎 Taglist 🤎:

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[sanscat0414]

Last call

Hawks x Hero Reader

Scenario: You got caught up in a clasping building, heavily injured and the only thing you wanted was to have a call with your favor bird man. Only this was your last call to him.

Masterlist

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*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Click*

“Hey, Dove! What’s up?”

You smiled at hearing his voice. You mustered up the most energy you can to sound normal.

“Nothing, just miss you.”

He laughed, God that laugh, its as sweet as honey, something you’ll never get tired of hearing no matter how long you and Hawks had been together.

“I miss you too.” He cooed.

“How’s your day?” You asked as you stared down to you blood covered abdomen with your hand applying as much pressure as you can.

“You know, this that, some borrrrning paper is work. I should have just taken it home and did it there.” He whined.

You smile imagining his cute grumpy face as he complain about work.

“Kei~”

“Yeah?”

You knew there was no hope for you. You’re stuck under rubble and there’s no chance for anyone to find you in time. At least you get to hear him one last time.

“Can you sing for me? I wanna hear your voice.”

“Of course any thing for you.”

You close your eyes listening intently to his voice. He started humming a song and then fully singing it. A song you recognize oh so fondly, it your song together, a song you coined to perfectly describe your relationship together, Best Part by H.E.R. You can’t help but smile listening to soothing voice of Hawks. Sure he no professional singer but his voice always calmed you even now when your near your end.

“That was great love. You should be a singer.”You joked.

“Why thank you~ but this voice only works for you.”

“Way my name won’t you?”

“Only if you say my name too~”

“Keigo~” you said full heartedly with a sweet tone.

“______, my baby bird.”

You giggle, of for it hurt, but it’s worth it. You loved him with all your soul, you didn’t want him to worry about you, at least not right now.

“I don’t want to keep you long.”

“Okay, I love you. And thanks hearing from you made this boring day a lot better.”

“I.. I love you too, more than you’ll ever now Keigo. So much.” You said as tears started to run down your face.

“Talk to you later, Dove.”

“Yeah, Goodbye Kei. Love you.”

*Click*

You let out laughed to yourself, thinking how cruel the world can be. You promised him, you promised each other to be together forever. Here you are under a broken building struggling to even move anymore wishing more than anything to be with him. To hold him and to cherish him. To make silly jokes together. So many things you wish you can still do with him.

You wonder what the world would be like without you as you bleed out. You’re sad knowing how much you’ll hurt him when you’re Gone. You hate seeing him down in the dumps. Imagining him so devastated after finding out made you feel guilty. Hawks will be the last thing you ever thought of and the last person to ever hear you. You looked at your phone, now very cracked but still useable. You shakily held it to record one last message before you fell limp.

———

Something felt off to Hawks. That goodbye didn’t sit with him right, along with that wobble in your voice when you said you loved him.

“They’re fine, I’m probably worried over nothing… right?” He said to himself.

He thought he’s probably just over analyzing, but then again he over analyzes everything about you. Your voice, your beauty, your personality, everything that many you so charming to him. Still he could not shake that sinking feeling in his heart.

He couldn’t sit still and was bout to go look for you, knowing you where you go on patrols when a call came in. He was anoyed but still answered.

“Yes?”

“We need you here, there’s a collapse building and we want to find any survivors.”

Though he was no rescue hero, his quirk was always handy when it came to fining survivors beneath rubble so he does get the occasional call from rescue heros to help.

“Okay send me the location and I’ll be there in a flash”

His eyes widened when he saw the location. It was were you were patrolling that day. That feeling he got earlier in the day just got worse and he rushed out of his office as quick as he could worried sick about you.

Once he was there he was filled in by the other heros. Apparently this was caused by a villain but they couldn’t find them yet. Hawks asked if anyone has seen you since he knew you somewhere closed. They didn’t which made more anxious than before. He’s praying, hoping you’re safe. He tried to call you.

*Ring*

*Ring*

‘Come on baby please answer.’ He thought as he sent out of feathers to help look for survivors.

*Ring*

“Hi, this is H/N! I’m currently working so I won’t be able to answer your call! Sorry if you need anything please call my agency.”

You didn’t answer and Hawks was growing increasingly more concerned that you were bought up into the rubble.

He was able to find many survivors but not you. He felt a clearing under the rubble though his feathers but nothing seemed to be in their until he felt something soft as his feather rushed. Around the clearing.

“Hey! There’s a gap over here, there might be someone trap under,” Hawks called out as he carefully pulled some stones away.

After a few minutes work of him and some heros, they were able to see inside. Hawks heart sunk as soon as he saw the sight. You were leaning on a still standing pillar, unmoving and a slash wound on your stomach. One hand holding a cracked phone, the other hold on to your stomach. Hawks dived in to grab you but you felt cold.

“Baby?” He said softly in disbelief.

He held you tight not caring about the blood or the fact there is other heros were there watch him with pity. He started to cry holding your limp body.

“No…: no ______ why…. Why did it have to be you…” he hugged you close so close.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Hawks.” One of the heros said “At least now we found them.”

“And we found the villain too.” Another said looking across form where you laid to see the villain’s body crushed under the rubble infront of you.

“Common let’s get them out first this place is dangerous.” The hero said placing here hand on Hawks shoulders.

Hawks was silent but nodded.

One they were out of the area, Hawks held you for along time before someone pried him off of you. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t accept you were gone. He had your phone you were holding with you, still had the cute chicken charm he gave you hang on it. He turned on the thankfully still working phone, first thing to pop up after being unlocked was a recording app. He opened the last thing that was recorded.

“Hey… if someone find this. It’s a message for Hawks... it’s private so this is only for him.”

He could hear how exhausted you sound in the recording, realizing it was probably your last words.

There as a long pause before you said something again.

“Birdie…. I’m sorry. I broke our promise. Please don’t be sad. Thank you for singing to me earlier, it really helped with the pain. Smile for me will ya?”

He could stop his tears, it was then it click in his mind. That was your last goodbye to him. Even in your last moments you were on his mind.

There were so many questions in his mind “why didn’t you tell me… why didn’t you ask for help…. Why couldn’t I tell that you were dying…. Why didn’t I….”

Hawks stood there for along time crying to himself. Finaly he muster all his emotions together just to smile.

“I’m smiling… just for you… Dove. Wherever you are.” He said broken and shaken.

Finally he walked off, going back to a now cold apartment with surrounded by everything you both owned. Everything a reminder of you which he will never get rid of because he wanted to keep you alive in his own way.

“I.. miss you already.” He said as he plopped himself on your side of your shared bed taking in your scent as he cried himself to bed.

[sumeru-academy]

Blurry, hazy dreams.

synopsis: eula and amber’s relationship is finally established.

character(s): eula, amber. (eulamber; NOT AN X READER, THIS IS A SPECIAL OCCASION)

warning(s): mention of intrusive thoughts

note(s): gift for mod kairi <3

we recently did a secret santa like event! this was my gift to my secret dodoco- kairi.

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑

The concept of love was a foreign thing to Eula Lawrence. She lacked understanding in all of the fairy tales in which the princess was swept off her feet by her ‘prince charming’, or how the concept of soulmates worked. How can one be born to meet someone else? With a life surrounded by duty and her own parents' marriage based on nothing but matching rings and scribbles on paper– what was love to Eula Lawrence?

There were little things that Eula loved, there were even more things she absolutely loathed. She loathed the looks she would receive from the townspeople, she hated hearing her name under hushed whispers among housewives on the streets and her fellow knights. Her only safe space was the small cottage placed on the outskirts of springvale, where Amber resided. Each day, there was her warm face smiling up at her. Chin covered in barbeque sauce from the steak she was preparing, smelling of rich pine.

 The aura of home.

 The concept of love was not a foreign concept to Amber. She loved many things, little things that helped keep a grin on her face. Amber loved how she melded herself into Eula’s daily routine, how every evening they would share a meal together. Amber adored the bubbles the children would blow in the town's square near the blooming water fountain, and over excited babies when their smiles are so big they have to close their eyes to make room for it. 

Both of them loved each other, without the others knowing. Eula had too much pride in herself to admit that she could ever love someone, to want to protect someone outside of duty. Amber was too afraid of herself and the possibility of rejection, she’d lose her best friend and the only person she’d ever truly cared for in a romantic way.

Eula often dreamed of picnics in the sunny hills. Enjoying the kiss of the sun within Amber’s company, listening to the long grass dance to the tune of the wind. She’d forgotten all about the weight of her clan and her duty as the perfect knight, only allowed to bask in the loving moment with a warm heart. However, it was all just a dream. It all was just an illusion in her head. For a faint moment, she was allowed to be free of her family’s burden and allow herself to love the woman who saw her for who she truly was. With eyes unclouded by the automatic hate that came with it.

 “Do you think you’ll be in an arranged marriage one of these days?” Amber asked, the scenery around them filled with green and the dark clouds of the night sky. 

Starsnatch cliff, possibly the most beautiful scenery the land had to offer. Eula and Amber sat with their legs dangling over the edge, the intruding urge to jump. 

“No, my parents already tried to set me up with a large number of bachelors— they’ve had to have given up by now.” 

Amber felt a rock in her stomach, “Do you plan on marrying a man?”

“I have no interest in men.”

The outrider hummed in acknowledgement, and slowly rested her head on Eula’s shoulder. She could feel her entire body stiffen, her posture fixed while an arched back. 

“This is so nice,” Amber mumbled, she could smell the faint piney perfume that Eula must have sprayed onto herself— if she just naturally smelled like the deep forest. It took a few seconds in order for Eula to relax her shoulders and allow herself to make a comfortable pillow. Her chest fluttered with a foreign warmth. 

For the first time, Eula finally admitted to herself that she was in love with the most spectacular girl ever. 

Amber could hardly wait to wake up in the morning at this point, seeing Eula everyday even when it was just passing by in the halls or seeing her after hours being silent. Ever since the moment on Starsnatch cliff there was a willingness to get rid of that wall of pride that kept such an invisible distance from the two. 

There was the suffocating beating of her heart, it didn’t allow her to breathe. No matter how much Eula tried to push Amber away, ignoring her, or straight up insulting her to her face.She always came back. With that stupid smile on her stupid cute little face. There was a part of Amber that desperately didn’t want to fall in love, but even that didn’t seem to matter anymore. The warm washing tide of being with her was more than enough to dullen the intense fear. 

“Eula,” Amber spoke into the mirror of her home, “I am in love with you.”

The glass reflected back her flushed face and her quickened breathing. Watching her face contort in embarrassment, “I am in love with you.” 

Only her reflection stared back, with a red face and a scrunched nose. 

They found themselves laying in the grass. The blades create a bed in their shape, the parting gift of the breeze leaving chilled kisses on their skin. Eula found herself changing due to Amber’s influence, the sky looked a little more blue, the morning dew shined more than usual. 

Trapped in the infinite agonizing prism that is her mind, she claimed vengeance on fate for making her fall in love with someone who seemed so out of reach. The silence was comforting, with nothing but the songs of the wind.

 Eula could feel Amber’s hair ribbon tickle her cheek, but she didn’t move her head. Was this love? Was this moment loving? If Amber wasn’t here with her, then it wouldn’t be the same. The warm fluttering feeling, the vibrance of the blue sky, the fresh air… It would all be bleak without her.

Dear Celestia, let me be with her. Forever. 

 Please let her promise to never leave me.

It didn’t matter if they didn’t end up together at this point, all they wanted for one another was to be happy.

Eula came home feeling the best she’d ever felt her entire life. A skip in her step and a smile on her face. A storm was brewing in the dark skies above Mondstadt, trembling thunder heard from above. The foreign shake of lightning never failed to make the young Lawrence jump. She arrived home right before the downpour, the lanterns still lit indicating her parents and housemaids were still awake.

“Eula!” Her faceless father greeted her, his features filled with a blur of regret and the sour sight of melancholy, “We have great news.”

Out of respect, she stood still and allowed him to finish. She noticed a few housemaids peeking from behind the corner of a bookshelf near the main hallway. 

“There’s a Noble who is temporarily residing in Fontaine who’s willing to have you marry into his family! How amazing is that?”

“I’m not interested, not in men or leaving the country.”

Mother swiftly made her way into the conversation, “I’m afraid it’s out of your hands, the papers are already arranged and the engagement is already official.” 

There was a massive, infinite pit inside Eula’s stomach, her head felt like it was spinning. Leave Mondstadt? Leave Amber? There was no absolute way she’d be willing to go through something so trivial over a stranger, let alone a man who she already loathed. 

“You need to produce an heir for this family, your duty is to us as the Lawrence’s and then your fellow knights. As the future head of this family, you are emotional and undisciplined.” 

The unwavering lightning flashed throughout the mansion, illuminating the fear within Eula’s eyes. 

She blinked, “Please, I’ll marry and produce an heir from someone in Mondstadt. Don’t send me away,” there was a tremble in her voice, the boom of the thunder shaking her core.

“Don’t be dramatic, we’ve already got everything sorted out. Your father put in so much effort to keep this hidden, don’t let our efforts go to waste.”

That was the trigger, as quick as she could. Taking two steps back she rushed outside into the violent downpour and sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her. Adrenaline filled her aching veins, she felt the sweat stick to her clothes and felt the rain soak through the layers. Her bangs stuck to her eyelids, the water in her eyes got so unbearable she clenched her eyes shut and let her legs carry her to what was her true home. Letting energy coming from the depths of her core guide her to safety, the sound of her heels clicking on the stoney path was impossible to hear over the merciless monsoon like weather. 

“Amber, please help me.” Eula begged into the watery abyss.

Her legs never stopped moving until she reached the outskirts of Springvale, before she could even reach her knuckle up to knock on the wooden door it had swung open. A warm illuminating light washed over Eula, bathing in the welcoming warmth of her beloved outrider.

“Amber.” Eula mumbled, hardly audible over the blast of the rain, “Amber, I think I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, the rain seemed to stop. The chill didn’t sink into her skin like venom, everything felt so mellow. 

“I love you too, Eula Lawrence.”

Sinking to their knees, their lips met in a kiss colder than death, but it felt warmer than the most intense of flames.

Thank you, Celestia.

[nella16]

His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Ch12: With Love

" mhmm .... " Collector hummed slightly, as he heard some singing

Then silence, a few minutes, the singing came again but louder

" Chal .. I don't– " he cut himself quickly, he opened his eyes shocked as he knew it wasn't her voice

It was–

" Want me to read you a story, Mini Me? "

That voice .... that voice of whome always kept him safe, the one who always told him to follow his lead, to depend on, to listen to, so why did he tell him to leave?

Immediately, he completely covered himself with the blanket, trembling, scared

He couldn't hear any sound, no foot steps, just silence ...

" Let's see ... "

He got dumbfounded, as the voice this time was EXCATLY next to him

He got up, keeping the blanket around him, Chalent wasn't here, Collector wasn't in his room ... he was at a bedroom, in a place he once knew as home

Estoile looked at the younger star for a moment before sitting down, letting his back facing him

" There was a story ... about someone named C.T .... she was lonely, everyone pushed her to cross her limits, do terrible things even if she didn't want to ... "

Collector looked down without a word

" She didn't have any place in her realm, and just like this, day by day, she was losing hope for any happiness, everything around was just an eternal disgrace ... well ... till she ... "

Suddenly he became silent for a moment, Collector looked at him, just to find Estoile staring at him, his glassy, red eyes glowing, he flinched in his place, tightening on the blanket, scared

" Sorry ... " Estoile said calmly, putting his hand on Collector's head as that eyes softened " I didn't mean to, you know how much I hate being mad  "

" .... And then " he continued that storytelling of his " she met a star on a cave, she found him there alone, once she met him ... met that star, and saw how kind and charming he is, she felt alive again, needless to say, she loved him, and with the time passing, seeing him even more ... "

Estoile got up from the bed, giving Collector his back again, walking towards the darkness silently

" She loved you, Collector ... she fell in love with you, and then? what did you do? "

Collector looked away without a word, upset

" That Titan Baby is a problem already, but what makes me worried the most that you love someone who can erase your existing "

" Only ... waste ... " He whispered

" What was that? " Estoile turned to him, Collector looked at him angry " if you're well aware that they're 'dangerous' then why did you send me there? you a-all ... " he began to cry " just wanted me to leave! you all took me like a fool! even you, Estoile! " he pointed at him angrily, shooting at him with his finger, but it missed Estoile, whome eyes stared at the star child with a slight surprise

Collector was a bit surprised of what he had done, but quickly got himself together, as he looked at Estoile definitely

" Collector– "

" No! I won't listen to you! I won't follow you! I'm nothing like you! " his tears fell even more, his voice was shakily loud " I-I don't want to be an Archivist! if it means to get everyone– "

" Turning those witches into puppets is the otherwise? "

" ....What? "

" Sigh ... how messy .. " He approached him, looking sad, putting his arms on the bed " we're collecting the lifeforms so that everyone can be safe, just there, no move, no danger, I assume you did a good choice to take this move "

" N-no! I– "

" Leave it be " he intrepted him, with a smile that looked ... creepy, to say the least " that's your nature, brother dear " he said as that claw hand of his patting Collector's head " you don't have to be afraid, you haven't done anything wrong, you only did what you have to do "

Collector just looked down, terrified, staring helplessly at the red light that glew above him from that eyes

" After all–– "

" Collector! "

He opened his eyes, widely staring at the starry sky

He looked around, just to find Chalent, who just yelled his name a few seconds ago, wrapping her arms around him tightly, as he ... floating to the sky, while she apparently clinged to him in a try to stop him, digging her feet at the dirt

As he realized that, he stopped himself from going, slowly getting on the ground

He looked at her confused " what happened? " as they sat on the floor, she sighed " you've been ... screaming in your sleep, crying as well ... then you suddenly stopped, and started floating to outside– " she stopped herself as she noticed the fear in his eyes

" Hey, something wrong? " she said softly as she placed her hand on his face, Collector heavily sighed, leaning towards her shoulder, few moments he began to shiver, immediately, Chalent wrapped her arms around him

" Chal ... " He murmured, looking down at the grass " as my knight ... would you agree if I told you to run? "

" Colly ... is it Estoile? "

He remained silent for a moment then nodded, " if you can't, I can– "

" No " he stated " I just ... it's not like he ever tried to hurt me, I just can't get him ... I just want him to let me go .. "

" But he won't, will he? "

Collector stayed silent, looking down sadly

" Look, I know this might be a hard situation for us now, and we don't know what he's up to, but I can ensure you that you won't do it alone "

" But .. if he took you an’ King ... " he held her hands between his " I have to leave .. "

" ... Listen, Starry " he raised his head, he was surprised, her face painting a reassuring, confident smile, her black eye filled with the original blue color " I don't care what is gonna happen to me, no matter what threat, even at the hands of Archivists, I'll always be back to you "

Slowly, a lovely, grateful big smile crossed his face as tears slightly fell as he hugged

from afar, many of red eyes stared at them

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The End

[bvlladonnas]

is that JENNA ORTEGA? oh, no, that’s ESMERALDA DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a TWENTY-FOUR year old GRAD STUDENT AT UNIVERSIDAD DE BELLAS ARTES DE VALPARAÍSO/ BARTENDER AT LOS FANTASMAS who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is PRUE HALLIWELL FROM CHARMED. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

mention of child abandonment.

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda estrella dominguez-herrera nickname(s): esme, estrellita (by her parents) age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual biromantic date & place of birth: november 2nd in guadalajara, mexico occupation: bartender @ los fantasmas & paleontology grad student @ universidad de bellas artes de valparaíso faceclaim: jenna ortega piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, likes to have fun if you catch her like five days out of the year, meticulous similar to: prue halliwell (charmed), d.j. tanner (full house), juno macguff (juno), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), leah clearwater (twilight), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), nancy wheeler (stranger things), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, accidental 5 hour long naps, an earbud always in one ear, an array of rings on each hand, late night dancing in the studio

BULLET POINTS:

— esmeralda is a product of the affair her father had while on a business trip, away from his wife and drunk one night in guadalajara. her mother, a dancer, met him at an event and one thing led to another. — her mother wasn’t prepared to have a child in any way, too young, too busy, and too reckless. she gave up parental rights to esme and sent her home with her father from the hospital; he was the one that named her. — there, she was raised as practically a twin to her sister & forever best friend, luna. esme was never lied to about her parentage but she was also never reminded for it. she never doubted that she was a part of the family (most times) — she was simply more to love. — growing up esme was never a fan of the celebrity scene her family thrived in. she preferred to stick to herself, in front of an easel, her nose in a book, or in her room watching movies. she was luna’s protector from any bullies and quickly grew thick skin from those who tried to bully her because of their family’s suspected status as brujas. it was much easier to pretend she didn’t care and be cold back than let herself be upset (read: this bitch cannot and will not process her emotions). this only got worse when the family moved to new york; esmeralda, out of her element and away from what she considered her real home, retreated in on herself. — esme had been described as an “old soul” her entire life (she’s simply autistic) and thus was deemed as mature quicker than others in her grade level and her family. internalizing this was easy, and it progressed into being very tightly wound, often rigid. shoutout older sister complex despite not being one. — her move to valparaíso was a natural progression of her academic journey & her need to get away. after finding out her birth mother had begun her own family (happy and in love with babies on facebook. smh), esme applied to the university on a breakdown-induced whim. her acceptance had her pushing luna to go as well, knowing her sibling was going Through It, too. it all worked out (clearly) & here she is ‼️‼️

HEADCANONS:

— baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did cooking & sewing & knitting/crochet classes as a kid to keep her busy instead of acting. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. — actually enjoys her job a lot and takes it oddly seriously, won’t judge anyone for what they say while drunk and ranting to her because she thinks it’s mean to do so when they’re most vulnerable. — plays up the dry personality when she’s bartending because it makes old men tip her well. — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast — she has a leopard gecko named honey and an array of fish, including a small shark named buddy.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— idk man. someone teach her how to have fun. she’s 24 she should be at da club — give her a best friend ‼️‼️ please ‼️‼️ — lit anything else idk. fwb. exs. enemies. frenemies. who is she serving at the bar!! let’s go crazy stupid wild guys

[warriorsbutnotreally]

The Curse Of VenomClan - ClanGen - Moon 4 - 8

VenomClan, also known as The Cursed Clan, was founded by snakes and traitors, the darkness having seeped deep into their founding. However, many moons have passed and the Clan is not as it once was.

Hate no longer pours from them.

Despite this, VenomClan is cursed, thanks to their distant ancestors.

Every fifth kit dies before they are a moon old [aka I /kill them] and after a horrid winter that struck their numbers down, VenomClan is in need of new cats to the point that the survivors came together and agreed that they must allow new cats into their Clan.

If you'd like to keep up, here's the link to the tag

tw; child death

The Cats So Far

3/5 kits before The Curse strikes

Moon 4

Nothing major happened this moon.

-/-/-Relationships-/-/-

Fluttersprout is sharing prey with Tortoisespeckle

Tickstar had a fight with Bluepaw about what's right

Wigeonblaze feels bad that she caused a problem for Pigeonjump

Fogstep had a fight with Amberkit

Pigeonjumpis talking with Mosquitokit

Tortoisespeckle is sharing prey with Wigeonblaze

Murkyriver ensnares Pigeonjump with a charming smile

Bluepaw had a fight with Fluttersprout

Amberkit had an argument with Pigeonjump

Mosquitokit had a fight with Frogstep

Sunkit is telling a story to Tickstar

-/-/-Individual-/-/-

Fluttersprout wants vole

Tickstar is thinking about forming an alliance with at least one of the other Clans

Wigeonblaze is staring off into space

Fogstep is assigning hunting patrols

Pigeonjump is running low on poppy seeds

Tortoisespeckle is reinforcing the camp with brambles

Murkyriver is feeling a sense of dread

Bluepaw is pretending to be deputy

Amberkit is playing with a stick

Mosquitokit is feeling gloomy

Sunkit is chasing his tail

-/-/-Patrol-/-/-

Wigeonblaze attempted to eat the prey that she had just caught and wasn't noticed.

Bluepaw and Fluttersprout found a wounded cat by the thunderpath. They bring the cat back and when the cat is nursed back to health, they join!

Tortoisespeckle avoids a twoleg trap

The New Cat!

Jewel is a silver rosette tom with short fur and blue eyes. He wears a bright yellow bow around his neck.

He ran away from his twolegs and is quite a troublesome cat, which is how he turned up hurt on the side of the thunderpath. He's currently in wonder about VenomClan.

/ / / /

Moon 5

Bluepaw has become Bluerunner!

-/-/-Relationships-/-/-

Fluttersprout is talking with Mosquitokit

Tickstar had a huge argument with Jewel

Wigeonblaze feels bad that she caused a problem for Sunkit

Fogstep had a huge argument with Jewel

Pigeonjump let Fogstep lean on his shoulder after a recent injury

Tortoisespeckle is frustrated that Wigeonblae won't take her duties more seriously

Murkyriver is giving Pigeonjump a task

Bluerunner is sparring with Tortoisespeckle

Amberkit is asking her parent, Tickstar, how babies are made

Mosquitokit is biting Wigeonblaze's tail

Sunkit is talking with Pigeonjump

Jewel had a fight with Mosquitokit

-/-/-Individual-/-/-

Fluttersprout is laughing gleefully

Cheered the loudest for Bluerunner at his naming ceremony

Wigeonblaze has a sore paw from a bee sting

Fogstep is spending a considerable amount of time grooming

Pigeonjump regrets not grabbing a bird off the freshkill pile

Tortoisespeckle had a nightmare about the raging river near camp

Murkyriver is humming to herself

Bluerunner is helping reinforce the camp with brambles

Amberkit is curious about the other Clans

Mosquitokit is running like a whirlwind around camp

Sunkit is running around with his brother

Jewel is decorating his nest

-/-/-Patrol-/-/-

Jewel alerts Wigeonblaze about a rogue at the border. Together they chase off the rogue.

Fluttersprout and Tickstar come across a small dog that' scaring off all the prey. They fail to chase it off.

Tortoisespeckle and Fogstep find a loner interested in joining the Clan. They manage to convince them to join and the loner brings in their newborn kits.

The Curse senses new life.

Bluerunner and Murkyriver catch a bird.

The New Cats!

Hop is a blue-silver and white smoke tom with blue eyes. He has medium fur. He brought two kits; Midgekit and Rowankit.

Midgekit is a dilute calico molly who is mostly white with hazel eyes. Her fur is medium.

Her brother is Rowankit, a pale ginger marbled tabby tom with hazel eyes. His fur is short.

In the dark of the night, Rowankit stops breathing. His cause of death, like many kits before him, is unknown. The Curse has claimed its first victim in moons.

The Curse has reset.

/ / / /

Moon 6

A loner brought their kit, Tadpole, to VenomClan, no longer able to care for their child.

Tadpolekit is a pale gray tabby trans molly with a white throat and yellow eyes. She's rather noisy.

-/-/-Relationships-/-/-

Fluttersprout had a fight with Mosquitokit

Tickstar is talking with Mosquitokit

Wigeonblaze won't stop bothering Jewel

Fogstep is telling a story to Sunkit

Pidgeonjump is telling a story to Midgekit

Tortoisespeckle enjoys spending time with Fogstep and feels secure around her

Murkyriver is watching over Sunkit

Bluerunner is giving Mosquitokit have the last piece of freshkill

Amberkit is sharing prey with Midgekit

Mosquitokit is playing mossball with Amberkit

Sunkit had a fight with Tortoisespeckle

Jewel is giving Bluerunner a task

Hop is complaining about Fluttersprout

Midgekit is pretending to be Pigeonjump

Tadpolekit is demanding Hop's attention

-/-/-Individual-/-/-

Fluttersprout is having a hard day

Tickstar wants nothing more than to live by the warrior code

Wigeonblaze is chattering with the birds in the trees

Fogstep is napping

Pigeonjump is talking with Tickstar

Tortoisespeckle is gathering herbs for Pigeonjump

Murkyriver plans on visiting Pigeonjump

Bluerunner is curious on how the other Clans are doing

Amberkit is staring off into space

Mosquitokit is feeling nervous

Sunkit is whining about being hungry

Jewel is thinking about kits and perhaps having his own someday

Hop is helping reinforce the elder's den

Midgekit is crying after rough housing too hard with the older kits

Tadpolekit is batting pebbles across the clearing

-/-/-Patrol-/-/-

Tortoisespeckle, Bluerunner, and Murkyriver chase a badger off of VenomClan's territory

Wigeonblaze admits to Fluttersprout that he's been training in the Dark Forest. Fluttersprout isn't sure how to help.

Jewel loses Hop on a patrol and finds him later bringing back loads of prey after a successful hunt.

Tickstar and Fogstep catch some birds on a patrol.

Notes!

Midgekit seems to be on her way to becoming a medic apprentice under Pigeonjump

Wigeonblaze and Bluerunner [who apparently have a strong like for each other according to their stats] have become mates!

/ / / /

Moon 7

Murkyriver and Fluttersprout had three kits! Ashenkit, Twilightkit, and Grasskit! The next kit on VenomClan territory will die before they are even a mood old.

Ashenkit and Twilightkit are mostly white toms with ticked ginger ears, and ticked ginger on their tails - though Twilightkit's tail is mostly white. Ashenkit has dark blue eyes and Twilightkit has hazel eyes. Both have medium fur.

Grasskit is a fully ginger ticked tabby tom with dark blue eyes and medium fur. He lacks any white.

Amberpaw, Mosquitopaw, and Sunpaw are now apprentices! Amberpaw is now daring, Mosquitopaw is now childish, and Sunpaw is now charismatic. Their mentors are Fogstep, Bluerunner, and Tickstar respectively.

-/-/-Relationships-/-/-

Fluttersprout is telling a story to Midgekit

Tickstar is talking with Fogstep

Wigeonblaze tripped over Tadpolekit

Fogstep complains about Amberpaw

Pigeonjump had a fight with Grasskit

Tortoisespeckle complains about Jewel

Murkyriver had a huge argument with Grasskit

Bluerunner is listening to Tortoisespeckle's troubles

Amberpaw is telling a story to Bluerunner

Mosquitopaw tripped over Ashenkit

Sunpaw knows what to say to Mosquitopaw to make him feel better

Jewel blamed Bluerunner for his own mistake

Hop is giving advice to Amberpaw

Midgekit is sharing prey with Tadpolekit

Tadpolekit is biting Tortoisespeckle's tail

Ashenkit is sticking is tongue out at Grasskit

Twilightkit had a fight with Bluerunner

Grasskit is telling a story to Bluerunner

-/-/-Individual-/-/-

Fluttersprout is staring off into space

Tickstar is staring off into space

Wigeonblaze wants to go hunting

Fogstep is assigning hunting patrols

Pigeonjump is feeling sassy

Tortoisespeckle was humming to himself

Murkyriver is helping reinforce the nursery

Bluerunner is making sure Tickstar eats before he bothers to get himself anything

Amberpaw wants to be a warrior already, despite just becoming an apprentice

Mosquitopaw is wondering if he'd be a good swimmer

Sunpaw is picking burrs off their pelt

Sunpaw has also come out as nonbinary, like their parent, Tickstar!

Jewel is craving the taste of frog

Hop is still damp from where they had fallen into a creek yesterday

Midgekit really looks up to Fluttersprout

Tadpolekit is bouncing with excitement

Ashenkit is chasing his own tail

Twilightkit regrets not grabbing the bird from earlier

Grasskit is rolling around on the ground

-/-/-Patrol-/-/-

Bluerunner, Mosquitopaw, and Murkyriver avoid the twolegplace

Hop admits to Tickstar and Tortoisespeckle that he's been training in the Dark Forest, bringing back some memories from Tortoisespeckle. They convince Hop to stop.

Jewel, Fogstep, and Fluttersprout have a good patrol, despite the colder weather

Wigeonblaze, Sunpaw, and Amberpaw are shaken after a failed rat hunting patrol

/ / / /

Moon 8

Nothing major happened this moon

-/-/-Relationships-/-/-

Fluttersprout brought a rare herb for Pigeonjump back with him

Tickstar is talking with Jewel

Wigeonblaze is telling a story to Tortoisespeckle

Fogstep is telling a story to Grasskit

Pigeonjump is making Tickstar laugh over and over again

Tortoisespeckle complains about Fogstep

Murkyriver is telling a story to Ashenkit

Bluerunner is showing Tortoisespeckle a new hunting technique

Amberpaw is sharing prey with Fogstep

Mosquitopaw is telling a story to Fluttersprout

Sunpaw compliments Pigeonjump on his good disposition

Jewel had a fight with Midgekit

Hop complains about Mosquitopaw

Midgekit is telling a story to Twilightkit

Tadpolekit is pretending to be Amberpaw

Ashenkit is asking Sunpaw how babies are made

Twilightkit is sharing prey with Ashenkit

Grasskit is sharing prey with Tickstar

-/-/-Individual-/-/-

Fluttersprout is giggling as he shares gossip with his friends

Tickstar is worried about the judgement of others

Wigeonblaze is sharpening her claws

Fogstep woke up on the wrong side of the nest

Pigeonjump is rethinking his life choices

Tortoisespeckle is taking a nap

Murkyriver is wondering if she'd be a good swimmer

Bluerunner wants a mouse

Amberpaw is in the medic den with her father

Mosquitopaw feels underappreciated

Sunpaw is basking in the sun

Jewel is picking burrs out of his pelt

Hop is decorating his and Midgekit's nest

Midgekit is chattering with the birds in the trees

Tadpolekit is asking older cats where kits come from

Ashenkit is practicing battle moves

Twilightkit is talking to himself

Grasskit woke up on the wrong side of the nest

-/-/-Patrol-/-/-

Wigeonblaze, Murkyriver, Tortoisespeckle, and Jewel trespass to hunt on another Clan's territory

Fluttersprout and Mosquitopaw come across a small dog and drive it away

Hop, Sunpaw, and Tickstar avoid the twolegplace

Bluerunner, Amberpaw, and Fogstep find a curious kittypet at their border. They convince the kittypet to join.

Meet The New Cat!

Splashstripe is a pale gray and white marbled tabby tom with short fur and hazel eyes.

Upon meeting Hop, he is smitten with him and the two become mates in less than a moon of knowing each other.

Still The Curse lingers, waiting for the next kit to be born. For now, all is safe.

[anonimouse-sewer]

Been a while since I requested a matchup, so here goes!

Topic- Persona 5

Pronouns- she/her

Sexuality- bisexual

Astrological sign- Sagittarius

Personality- overly polite to the point of near annoyance when first meeting someone, once I’ve gotten to know someone, I’m either extremely passive or extremely pompous in an over-the-top joking way. Often I am both at the same time. I have autism and suffer from frequent sensory issues, so I’d ideally prefer someone who’s willing to accommodate that

Too little or too much information? Apologies, just let me know and I’ll fix it

Thank you and good day!

I match you with Haru Okumura!

Makoto and Haru would take to your overly polite nature easily being that they're both the same way, but Haru would especially be able to relate with how politely she always conducts herself, so she was quite drawn to you right off the bat.

Upon getting to know you after you joined the Phantom Thieves, she found she could relate to the passive side of your personality and found your extremely pompous side really amusing! She'll even play along with your over-the-top humor!

She would also see a lot of her own layered personality in you through this. She's polite and passive as well but there's another side to her that's bold and assertive that she's trying to explore

She would invite you to garden with her on the roof or ask to join you on walks as an excuse to get to know you better

If you two are ever in an overstimulating environment, she'll gently lead you by the hand away to a quieter area and patiently wait for you to regulate. She'll stay silent while softly stroking the back of your hand with her thumb (not without permission, of course! she'd completely understand if you didn't want any physical contact in that moment), standing by in case you need anything at all from her.

Alternatively, if the overstimulation is being brought on by the group being a little rowdier, she wouldn't hesitate to use her assertive side to make them quiet down/stop whatever they were doing in that moment until you were regulated.

Makoto would support you during these times as well. Like maybe running to fetch anything you needed while Haru stayed with you or going all Queen on the group if they caused it by accident.

Generally, she's always checking in on you because she takes your sensory issues very seriously. Part of it comes from her being the oldest (next to Makoto) of the group and feeling like it's her responsibility to look after everyone, but it's mostly because she just hates to see you uncomfortable.

She adopts your humming/mumbling and finds herself doing the same whenever she's unhappy, usually in regards to her family situation. You caught her doing this once and inquired about it and she explained that she does it because it makes her think of you.

"O-Oh, that? I guess I do it because it makes me feel happy and stronger, like a good luck charm. When I do it, I feel like everything will turn out okay..."

One day when you guys are gardening together on the roof, you find a garden snail in one of the planter boxes and she's a little lost at first until you begin sharing your love for snails with her, which leads to her asking all kinds of questions about snails and your experience with them. Before you guys know it, you've spent the majority of the day doting on this garden snail! In the end, you guys end up naming him and purchasing a plastic aquarium to keep the little guy in. Haru will feed him some of the vegetables she grows and you guys will take turns taking him home and caring for him. He becomes you guys' little baby and this becomes one of her most cherished memories with you.

You guys make a great team in the Metaverse and she always has your back Beauty Thief won't let her precious friend get hurt on her watch!

Sometimes she's just so technologically lost and you have to help her out but it's always such a mess

"Tumblr? Um...is that that little gear icon on my homescreen?"

You, Haru, and Makoto have sleepovers often but due to Makoto's responsibilities, it's mostly just you and Haru. She enjoys sleeping over at your house more than her own because she has little experience with that and it allows her to feel "normal" without the presence of her maids. She also has bittersweet feelings towards people visiting her house because, growing up, her peers only wanted to befriend her and visit her house solely for her family's status. Her friendship with you has mostly healed these feelings though.

At these sleepovers, she enjoys typical "girly" activities, like doing each others hair and beauty treatments together while she fangirls about her favorite female superheroes or watches horror movies with you. She'd also be the type to poke around your room curiously but respectfully. She'd enjoy looking at your drawings and whatever else held meaning to you in there, even the most trivial things. The primary activity at every sleepover though, is playing video games together while sharing your favorite snacks. With you guys' pet snail, of course

This is the same girl that created a whole backstory based off her Phantom Thief outfit alone before she even joined the group. She'd love coming up with oc's and headcanons for the video games that you guys play together too, especially if they had character creators.

Of course, all the snacks she'd bring would be murderously hot so I hope you like spicy food!

It's at one of these sleepovers that she confesses her feelings for you. She confides in you about her desire to live her life freely and says it's thanks to you that she's able to be so comfortable with saying what's on her mind.

"Actually, if it's okay with you, I'd like to express what's on my mind at this very moment...could you please close your eyes for a second?"

Your face is gently cupped and a soft, chaste kiss is placed upon your lips...

"I...I love you, (Your name). Thank you, for being you..."

As a couple, yet another layer of Haru Okumura is unveiled to you

She's somehow even more loving and nurturing now than she was before!

She loves doing cute little things like holding you or your hand, rubbing your head, or running her fingers through your hair!

Pet names

She kisses your cheeks a lot

She's quite shy, so she wouldn't kiss your lips in public often but if the moment was right, she wouldn't mind. Most of your kisses happen when you two are alone though, usually on the roof.

She won't let a single day go by without telling you she loves you

She just loves admiring you. She looks at you with unparalleled adoration in her eyes because you truly are the most precious thing that's ever stepped into her life.

Lots of shopping dates! And she absolutely spoils with you with gifts because there's nothing else she'd rather spend all that money on! There doesn't even have to be an occasion, but simply because she thought of you or an item reminded her of you.

She gifts you bouquets all the time with words of love and flower meanings attached on a card!

Upon regaining her passion for ballet, she would want to pursue it with you but if you weren't interested, she'd just love it if you accompanied her at practice/recitals!

Ryuji and Futaba already joked about you two being relationship goals, so when you guys announce you're dating, everyone owes them money. Makoto already knew about Haru's crush on you, so she's just so proud and happy for her best friends!

She can't wait to get her arranged marriage cancelled already because now she actually has someone she wants to marry.

She's beyond elated when you two get accepted into the same college and, because you guys end up rooming together, you're more like a married couple than ever now. This girl doesn't ever want to be away from you.

"It's quite a feeling. To love and admire someone all at once..."

I'm so sorry this took as long as it did!!! I was so busy but I wanted to give this my full attention no matter what. Thank you so much for your patience. Writing this was the most fun I've had this busy week, so I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Did you fall for Haru reading this? I think you guys are the cutest pairing I've written so far<3 Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sending in an ask and answering mine too. I truly appreciate you. :)

[bokubear]

A CHILD WALKS UP TO YOU W/ HQ BOYS

featuring ; ( timeskip! )atsumu & osamu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou

warnings ; baby fever on a high rise

notes ; such a sucker for this soft content

ATSUMU walked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.

OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”

SAKUSA never hated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”

SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”

-maak

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