#imagination flow

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 37

In a realm far away, where castles touched the sky and rivers whispered ancient tales, there lived a ruler with a swagger that echoed through the kingdom. He wasn't born to a royal lineage, yet destiny had a peculiar sense of humor, bestowing upon him a crown that sat more comfortably than any noble bloodline.

One day, as the sun bathed the land in golden hues, the self-proclaimed king strolled through the market square. Merchants paused, and peasants hushed their conversations, feeling the confident aura that surrounded him.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a maiden with a twinkle in her eye, wearing a gown adorned with shimmering fabrics. The king, undeterred by social norms, approached her with a grin that could charm the grumpiest dragon.

"Ever danced with a king?" he quipped, extending a hand.

The princess, startled yet intrigued, hesitated before accepting the unconventional invitation. As they twirled and laughed, the kingdom watched in awe. The king's charisma was infectious, transcending the boundaries of royalty and commonality.

As the day unfolded, the unlikely pair embarked on a series of adventures, from crashing the royal ball to scaling the castle walls just for the thrill of it. The king's unorthodox approach to life and love shook the foundations of the traditional kingdom.

In the quiet moments, when the moon hung low, the king shared his philosophy with the princess. "Forget about titles and crowns," he said, staring at the stars. "Life's about seizing the moment, not waiting for someone to validate your existence."

The princess, initially resistant to the king's audacious ways, found herself captivated by the liberating spirit that enveloped him. Their escapades continued, challenging the norms and rewriting the narrative of their world.

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Something something dabbing your date night perfume on a pair of underwear, zipping them into a plastic bag and slipping them into Soap's bag. You do this every time he leaves, but he never knows, because Gaz steals them before he knows they're there.

[hexjulia]

the cat in Flow made me emotional because it was so clearly an extremely adored animal that had been quite suddenly abandoned and instead of being silent it kept making the meowing sounds it was accustomed to make to communicate with whoever sculpted all those images of it. the person whose desk it was sleeping on next to an unfinished sculpture of itself. It's not a feral cat in a long-abandoned world because if it was it wouldn't make those sounds; feral cats don't do that. it keeps communicating distress and annoyance at no one in particular because it's used to there being someone around who cares about its comfort. hanging on the side of a boat meowing sadly because it's used to being picked up.

[stellar-bluelock]

winners ☆ itoshi rin x reader

details: fluff | mild hurt/comfort | childhood best friends | romantic relationship | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | timeskip!rin | guys, i love childhood best friend rin. the yearning. <3

Itoshi Rin doesn’t know how to react when you start to tear up.

You haven’t seen each other for quite some time, with all your busy schedules. Messages and calls were your only options, so you practically jumped at the chance to invite him to your new apartment during the holidays.

The two of you didn’t really plan anything in particular; that’s how it was when you were younger, anyway. So, you spend the day catching up.

He tells you about something his teammate did to piss him off. He tries to explain how awkward it is whenever fans, especially kids, want to get his signature. He rants about something that went wrong during his last day of training. 

In return, you tell him how your coworkers made a fool of themselves in public. You make him listen to the song that’s stuck in your head. You share pictures of your cute newborn cousin and the joy it brought you.

And it’s all natural—it feels like coming home. You remember how you’d help your mother prepare dinner, while Rin and Sae made a quick run to the convenience store for snacks.

Now it’s the two of you making an ingredient list, going to the nearby grocery, and making dinner together. Rin argues about the nutritional value, and you argue about the taste. You teach him new cooking tricks you’ve picked up, and he asks to try them out for himself.

So, it’s no wonder that halfway through your meal, something tugs tightly at your heart. It’s the world-shattering realization that you want to be with him forever.

When the first sob escapes your mouth, you hear the clatter of Rin’s utensils falling to the table. 

You love him. 

You love him, and you don’t even know if he feels the same way.

Has he once considered it, in that ambitious head of his?

“Why are you crying?”

Unsure of how to respond, you shake your head and cover your face.

“Does something hurt? Does the food taste bad?”

You want to chuckle at his last question, but it feels like your chest is about to explode.

“Mm. Something’s wrong.” His chair drags across the floor with an unpleasant noise. In a matter of seconds, you feel his presence next to you. “You’re sad.”

It’s a lot more complicated than that.

He pulls at your arm, a gesture you’ve both used since you were kids. You did it to him first when he cried, so you could see his face—no, his expressive eyes.

So when you let your arms fall, you shouldn’t have been surprised at the sight of his round, teal eyes. 

You see fear and worry in them.

Has he ever looked at someone else like this?

“Is it me?” Rin asks quietly. “Are you sad because of me?”

You can’t stand the look on his face.

“No,” you whisper, wiping your cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then what is it?” He leans closer into your space.

“It’s…” You sigh. “I don’t know how to explain.”

Rin hums to himself. “Then what’s the first thing that comes to mind?”

You’re so endeared that he’s paid enough attention to pick up on your style of questioning, that you cave in.

“I love you.”

Chills instantly run through your body at your confession. You assume Rin feels it too, considering how he straightens up after a few seconds.

“You love me?” He echoes.

“I love you,” you affirm with a shaky voice. There was no going back from this now.

A silence settles for a few seconds, but you can hear the cogs turning in Rin’s mind. 

“What do you mean?” he finally says a minute later. “You love me?”

“I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” You stare at the dinner table in front of you longingly. “I want to have long conversations about my dreams with you. I want us to wake up and go to sleep together. I want people to know that you’re everything to me. I want to be the one who shines the brightest in your life. I want you to be my other half. My pillar.”

Rin takes a deep breath. “But, we already do this as friends-”

“No.” You cut him off. “I want us to be more than just friends.”

“More than friends…like, lovers? Couples?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes, afraid of what comes next. You don’t dare to tell him that loving him means wanting to share surnames.

Suddenly, it feels like your apartment’s freezing.

“You love me, but it makes you sad. Why?”

“Because I’m scared that you don’t feel the way I do. That I’m just wishing for something that will never happen.”

Heat crawls over your face. Was telling him a mistake?

“Everything that you said,” Rin ponders, “that’s what it means to love me?”

You nod. 

“Then...that means I also love you.”

Nearly giving yourself whiplash, you gasp as you turn towards him.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Wh- Wait- But, how- What? I don’t...you love me?”

“Yes.”

“In the exact way I do?” You can’t believe this. “Are you sure you understood what I said?”

“Yes.” Rin knits his eyebrows together. “Everything you want is what I want.”

Something swims in your gut. “Rin. I’m talking about living in the same home. Kissing you. Marrying you. Maybe even starting a family together. Are you sure that-”

“Yes.”

You’ve been rendered speechless.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Rin sighs. “Why do you keep asking me the same thing? Aren’t you supposed to be happy?”

“I just…” You run a hand through your hair. “I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.”

“I’ve felt that way for a long time. I guess I didn’t know it was that kind of love.”

Oh.

“Why are you crying again? I don’t understand, is this making you sad-”

“Tears of joy, darn it. Come here.” You reach towards Rin, and he immediately opens his arms in response.

And all you can feel is his warmth. The steady rhythm of his breathing. The gentle way he holds you.

“You’ve really loved me all this time?” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

“You never abandoned the dream we made together.” His words are a little muffled, but you understand them all the same. “I’d do anything you asked me to. I’ll listen to no one but you.”

You snort. “Hey, don’t be too stubborn.”

“Well, everyone’s stupid. Except you.”

Classic Rin. 

“Okay, okay.” You slowly pull away from the embrace. “We can talk more later. Let’s finish this dinner we worked so hard to make.”

Rin nods, pulling his plate from the opposite side of the table towards the spot next to yours.

After you finish the rest of your now-cold meals, Rin hands you a bright blue popsicle from the freezer, and you recognize it instantly. 

He still likes it after all these years, you think to yourself fondly, unwrapping the package.

It’s not long before Rin finishes his dessert and looks for the marking on the stick.

“I won. What about you?”

When you glance at yours, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

“I won, too.”

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[clairewritesfanfics]

Villain Creation System Chapter 1

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

Synopsis:

You died. Literally. The process itself was nothing special. The interesting part is what happened after. Instead of the abyss or paradise, a mysterious voice strikes up a deal with you in front of your fresh corpse.

[I am the Villain Creation System, if you want a second chance at life, then you must corrupt the souls of various Mark Graysons across the multiverse.] “Do I have a choice?” [Of course! Agree to our terms, or spend the rest of eternity alone and conscious of your own nonexistence, unable to move on to the next life and barred from what your ilk calls Heaven.] [ ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ] “...okay, sold.” [Yay!]

You successfully destroyed the lives of different versions of Mark Grayson, but when it's time to claim your prize, something goes wrong and you are stuck in this godforsaken timeline. What's worse was that they have found you.

"Come with me and we will rule the universe together." "Be my wife and bear my children. No harm will ever come to you." "After you died, no one could compare to you, not even your own corpse."

You: (•_•)

General Trigger Warnings: you are literally dead, death in general, dark humor (e.g. necrophilia jokes), innuendos, mild swearing, mentions of violence and bodily harm, toxic relationships, the Marks are their own warning

The problem began when you died. 

You didn’t save a kid from a speeding truck or get murdered, no, you died just as you lived: in a remarkably boring, somewhat embarrassing fashion. You fell down the stairs.

In your defence, you just finished a brutal exam and your Red Bull:Coffee cocktail could only do so much for a brain running on 2 hours of sleep. Your eyelids were barely holding on. You didn’t see the “wet floor” sign, slipped and cracked your head on the bottom steps of the stairs. 

On the bright side, you didn’t have to study anymore. On the other hand, you were young, barely half a century old, you had a bucket list that reached the triple digits but you only got to cross out five things. You didn’t get your dream job. You didn’t even purchase your own house yet, never painted and decorated it the way you wanted. You haven’t said your goodbyes. You haven’t experienced love, real, actual, can’t-live-without love.

It wasn’t fair. You always knew that life was unfair, but it was only when you died did it really hit you. You wanted so much more. 

You stared at your corpse, with its elbows and knees twisting into awkward positions, growing colder and stiffer by the second. 

Life wasn’t fair, you knew this. But it wasn’t until you saw yourself at the bottom of the stairs did you realize that life was a bitch. 

Now, there was only one question left. Where do I go from here?

You weren’t an exceptionally good person, but you really hoped you weren't going to end up in Hell. 

Before you could fear for your eternal soul, a disembodied voice, as robotic as it was sweet, greeted you with all the cheer of a kindergarten teacher: [Congratulations on your death! You are the first person to be chosen by the Villain Creation System!]

“...”

[I can tell from that dumbfounded expression that you are confused. Please, let this system explain. Open up your ear holes because I will not repeat myself!]

The thing cleared its throat and a light screen hovered over your dead body, displaying a series of stick figure illustrations.

[As your ancestors have found out, most souls are moved to limbo after death, where they are judged.]

The stick figure in this ridiculous powerpoint presentation died, had its soul enter what seemed to be a judicial court, and was presented with two doors. 

[Depending on the verdict, the soul may reincarnate as another human or a different species, or if they’ve fulfilled all the requirements, they can enter Paradise.] 

A third door appeared between the existing two.

[In special cases, one soul out of 300 trillion is chosen to bind with systems such as I. You already know, but let me reintroduce myself, I am Villain Creation System No. 00001. You see, many fictional worlds are very much real and alive in their own pocket universes. It is a system’s job to ensure a safe and steady existence, preventing the collapse of each dimension.]

The third door moved towards you and you found yourself floating in what resembled the vacuum of space, surrounded by infinite light projections of the Milky Way. 

[Unlike your reality, these special worlds live closely to the void, because its creators–its writers tend to be finite creatures, mere mortals cosplaying as gods.]

One by one, each galaxy turned to dust and you were back at the bottom of the stairs, standing right next to your dead body.

“I think I’ve read about this before…” When you used to have a lot of free time, you would binge read Chinese web novels about protagonists who jumped from world to world, completing tasks and granting wishes, whether it be getting back at cheating husbands or avenging dead relatives. 

“I have several questions.”

[It would be odd if you didn’t.]

This thing sure could talk. “Why me?”

[You mortals truly do love that question.] The thing sighed, as though it was shaking its head at you that very moment. [There’s nothing special about you, if that’s what you’re thinking. We rolled a hypothetical die and got you.]

“ Okay.” Ow. It wasn’t like you believed in life having inherent meaning, but to be outright told by a supernatural creature that you weren’t special still stung.

You pushed the feelings of hurt aside and asked, “Why do you exist? What’s the point?”

[What a boring question. If I told you that “it is fate,” will that be enough? If I say that it is “merely for a petty god’s entertainment,” will you be satisfied? Please don’t bother yourself with such questions, you will only end up hurting your own head.]

“I feel like I’m being insulted.”

[Surely, you’re imagining it.]

You inhaled, more out of habit than anything else because your lungs were decorative now. You calmed yourself. You’d rather not piss off a mysterious entity that seemed happy with your death and had souls dancing at the palm of its nonexistent hands. “All right. What do I have to do?”

[It’s just as my name suggests, you will be sent to different so-called fictional worlds to help create the villains, after all, what’s a story without a great villain? That is a rhetorical question, by the way.]

“You make it sound so simple.” Creating villains, huh. You have watched enough cartoons, read enough books to know that there would be a lot of pain involved. 

[Ding. Allow me to add: your efforts will not go unrewarded; should you complete your tasks, the Almighty One will grant you a redo in your life. If you do everything perfectly, THEY might even give you special privileges.]

“Such as?”

[In addition to your rebirth, you could freely modify your appearance to your liking, or you may ask for knowledge unparalleled in your generation.]

You glanced down at your feet. The blood from your broken skull pooled around you as you weighed your options.

“Do I have a choice?”

[Of course! Agree to our terms, or spend the rest of eternity alone and conscious of your own nonexistence, unable to move on to the next life and barred from what your ilk calls Heaven.] 

[  ˶ˆᗜˆ˵  ]

“...okay, sold.”

[Yay!]

A second chance at life. 

Divine boons, to boot.

It sounded way too good to be true. If anything, rather than speaking with an agent of God (or God’s equivalent) you felt like you were about to shake hands with the Devil.

You totally should have known better. 

The whole thing was fishy from beginning to end, but what else was there to do? Pray?

***

[Mark Grayson of Alternative Universe No. 444 has achieved 100% Darkening. A villain is born.]

[Congratulations on another successful corruption, Host!]

This version of Mark pulled you into his arms. Those who hurt you have become meat paste on the ground around him. 

He touched your cheek, begged you to stay with tears falling like rain on your lashes. It was too late. Often, he was too late. 

“Please,” he cried, holding your face. “Please come back to me.”

You couldn’t even if you wanted to. The system pulled on your soul like the tide returning to the sea. 

[Initiating extraction … ]

[Prepare for a meeting with the Main System. We will calculate your grade and remaining reward points then.]

Finally… You could go back home. You already knew what you were going to ask first, a memory wipe before your second chance. You used your reward points early on and bought a “system cheat” to help alleviate the guilt of everything you’ve done, along with something to diminish the weight of certain emotions, but these cheat codes couldn’t be transferred to your world, the real world.

[ERROR. ERROR.]

Pain shot through every nerve and cut through every vein of your soul. This has never happened before. You writhed in the void until–

Your eyes shot open.

You gasped and sat up. Your heart hammered in your chest and you struggled to regulate your breathing. 

You looked around you. A bedroom. Your bedroom. One of its many variations. 

“What’s going on?!” You demanded from your system. 

You were done. You had just finished your last mission, the final Mark Grayson had been converted, and the system promised that it would send you to speak with its boss and its boss’ boss. You were finally going to get your second chance, free yourself from this damned multiverse. 

However, when you opened your eyes after the extraction process, you could instantly tell that something was wrong.

For one thing, you have awoken in this same bedroom in at least three other parallel dimensions. The posters and pictures on the walls might’ve changed and the bed was next to the window instead of the door, but you knew that this was your room in the many worlds of Invincible.

You yelled at the air and in your mind, “Zero-One? Zero-One, where the hell are you? Hey!” 

No answer.

You fell forward and screamed into your mattress.

You should have prayed. 

CHAPTER 2 Series Masterlist

Author's note: As someone who still hasn't finished two other works about world-hopping, I feel a bit ashamed (it's been over three years T.T) but YOU CANNOT STOP ME. Anyway, I shouldn't be doing this, but the hyperfixation gods have their claws deep in my shoulders and I can't study without publishing at least the first chapter. For those who have read my Origin series for the Mark Variants, you may or may not think of this as its direct sequel. I got a crappy memory so continuation would be hard to keep up with. But if you have any questions, feel free to message me. For those who read by my Obey Me fanfic, yeah, this system and the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System are basically co-workers, lol.

[inkz123]

My apolocheese, im so error starved it became spicy ; ; its his shower after a long days work of au destroying :]👍

[catboyidia]

i am never ever gonna shut up about this pic lol school au zakkura and aerti are literally canon now (not actually literally obviously but shush and let me live lol)

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

Nothin' in this world a good cup of coffee can't fix.

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 46

Late at night, the air hung heavy with a sense of impending doom. Fumbling with their belongings, the person muttered to themselves, "It's so late. Mom's gonna kill me if I'm not home soon."

Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows – an ex-lover, a villain in their own right. "Oh wow, you've grown since our love fell apart," sneered the figure, their voice dripping with malice.

Heart pounding, the person began packing up, preparing for a hasty retreat. "Welp, time to head out," they muttered, trying to keep their voice steady.

But the villain had other plans. With a swift motion, they lunged forward, grabbing the person by the throat and silencing protests with a firm grip. Struggling against the villain's hold, panic rose like a tidal wave.

As the person was dragged away, their mind raced with fear and uncertainty. Tossed into a car, the engine roared to life, speeding off into the night. A sinking feeling overcame them as they realized they were being taken to a strange and foreboding place.

"Mmm!" the person muffled, their voice stifled by the villain's hand over their mouth. The villain chuckled darkly, removing the mask with a cruel twist. "Oh, don't be so loud, dear," they taunted, eyes gleaming with malice. "The party's just getting started."

Mind whirling with a mix of anger and fear, the person demanded answers. "Where am I? Why did you kidnap me, you psycho?" they shouted, their voice shaking with emotion. But the villain only grinned, reveling in the chaos they had unleashed.

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 6 - Blowjob ft Diluc (Genshin Impact)

I wasn't originally gonna post today bc it's kinda been a long day and I had ZERO motivation/ideas so just meh but THEEEEEN a friend went feral and inspired me lmaoooooooo @moraxsthrone thank youuu and come get your food, heh

“You little minx…” 

So maybe not the best place to do this, but as it often happens, Diluc’s stern resolve often crumbles the moment you open your mouth.

Especially when it’s to wrap tightly around his cock, your plush lips teasing and sucking him dry.

The both of you were in his office at Dawn winery, he had been reviewing some documents when you insisted he needed to relax, and apparently your idea for that was to drop to your knees with your hands gently pushing his thighs apart causing him to blush and sputter. 

Diluc’s hand cradles the back of your head, gloved fingers pulling slightly at your hair as you work his cock with soft breathy moans. The winery is quiet, the maids and other employees at work, and the evening light filters through the window along with the last cries of birds as they retreat to sleep.

“Hah… you’re… q-quite a handful you know.” He hisses, but his words have no bite to it. He groans and tosses his head back as your tongue slides along the underside of his thick dick. Your hand squeezes at the base where your mouth doesn’t reach, fingers slick and wet with drool as you pump him slowly. 

You giggle and pull back, playfully tracing a vein with your tongue. “You love me for it.” You lick your lips. “And, you need to stop working so much I told you, you need to relax~” You tease, kissing at his tip making it twitch and then open your mouth to sink back down as far as you can go.

“Archons, that feels so good…” He says breathlessly. You hum around his cock, the vibrations making him moan again and buck his hips.

You stare at him as you suck him down, eyes bright with amusement. Your other hand leaves its resting place at his thigh to cup his balls, you massage them a little, warm and heavy in your palm and groan on his dick again, this time not on purpose but rather anticipating his load going down your throat.

“Yesss… good girl, just like that” His gloved hand reaches to gently cup your jaw, looking down at you with hazy half-lidded eyes. He loves you more and more with every day, he thinks, smoothing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. His cock twitches again at the sight of your mouth stretched so obscenely over his girth. 

He feeds you more of his length, slowly slipping further into your throat by fisting at your hair and pushing, you eagerly accept, drooling and gagging.

“So, so good…” Diluc says quietly. “Taking me so well…”

You whine, tears springing to your eyes as his cockhead reaches the back of your mouth, your nose pressed against the coarse red hair at his navel. The weight of him in your mouth and the musky scent making your head spin. 

“Relax, breathe through your nose…” 

“Master Diluc?”

“Fuck!”

There is a knock at the office door and both of you jump at the suddenness. If you weren’t choking before, you sure are now as you pull back and try to muffle your coughs. The door is locked at least, even though none of the maids, nor Elzer would enter without explicit permission. 

“A-Adelinde” Diluc clears his throat. “Do you need something?” 

“I simply came to check on you, you have been cooped up there all afternoon. Dinner will be served soon, unless you’d prefer I bring you something if you’ll remain at work?” She asks diligently, voice muffled through the door though she seems not bothered by the fact at all. 

“It’s fine, I’ll be finished soon. You can serve dinner as usual I’ll come-” He jolts “downstairs in a moment.”

He glares down at you, and you smirk, his cock in your hand as you nuzzle at it and drag kisses along the length. 

Oh he’ll come alright.

You nip at the base of his cock, sucking a mark into the pale skin there, your soft hand massaging the tip. Diluc shivers and hisses at you to stop. You promptly ignore him.

“Alright. As you wish Master Diluc.”  Soft footsteps walk away and the winery’s owner sighs in relief. 

You giggle as you continue to jerk him, now licking at the pearly stuff that gathers at the tip. 

“You are a menace, did you know that?.”

“Master Diluc~” You tease with a sultry voice, blinking your eyelashes at him coyly.

He flushes red. “Stop that. And we better get going, that was too close and I don’t want her getting suspicious if we don’t appear at the dinner table in the next few moments.” Diluc replies, making a gesture to tuck himself and stand, but you plant your hands on his thighs and stare up at him resolutely. 

“Oh no you won’t, I’ll finish what I started. You aren’t thinking of going downstairs with a hard-on like this, are you Master Diluc?” You lick along the length teasingly, trying to keep him slick. “Besides, I'm pretty sure Adelinde has heard me scream your name before.” You mumble.

“She doesn’t need to know-”

“She knows.” You roll your eyes.

Diluc says nothing and only stares at you, partially embarrassed but mostly turned on. You smile sweetly at him and swallow back his cock into your warm wetness. He huffs.

“Well then, since you’re so bold and want so desperately to get your fill…” He grasps your hair again at the back of your head, just at the base of your neck, and slides in deep. You keen and Diluc fucks into your mouth, swift and short thrusts with a clear purpose, to shut you up and fill your mouth with his seed, exactly what you want, isn’t it?.

You grasp at him desperate and needy, whimpering and whining every time he pushes in, warmth pooling between your legs.

Diluc grunts, looking at you with red eyes ablaze with lust.

“Show me. Show me how good you are… take it- all!” He comes with a choked groan, a deep sound as his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw tenses, he tilts his head slightly back and you think about how hot this man is for a split second before all you can process is the warm stickiness down your throat.    

You swallow it all down, scrambling between his legs, pulling at his clothes and whining. 

The two of you pant as you slip back, a thread of saliva connecting your swallowing lips to his softening length. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show him the spend that’s collected in your tongue before gobbling it up too. 

Temptress. Diluc thinks. “What a sight. Good girl.” He tilts your chin with his fingers and you follow easily as he guides you to a chaste kiss. 

“Now. We better head downstairs before Adelinde comes knocking again.” He fixes his clothes, looking perfectly presentable. You stand up and dust your clothes, knees hurting slightly but it was totally worth it. He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you close just a second, his breath hot on your ear. “And then, after dinner, maybe I’d enjoy some dessert.” 

You grin. 

[hariboz]

“forget? you?” — shb x gen!reader

a little something i wrote to get back into my writing flow!

ex!hanbin has been plaguing my mind for a while now. the type to make the heart wrenching decision to break up with you to follow his dreams in hopes of finding what he wanted in the spotlight, ready to sacrifice the comfort of your embrace to chase what he has been dreaming of for years.

“thank you for always being by my side, but i don’t know if i can be happy if i don’t try one last time. i don’t want to break your heart, angel, but will you let me go?”

and you did. of course you did, how could you not? you could always see the sparkle in his eyes when he showed you a new choreography he made, the longing in his gaze when watching others dance on the same stages he could only dream of being on. you knew he was happy with you, you knew he loved you. he was happy, loved and comfortable, yet unfulfilled. because while you would give him every single star in the night sky if you could, no amount of your love would sustain his desire to become the shiniest star of them all himself.

so you let him go, gave him your blessing and told him to better make it to the top so your love was not given up in vain.

you had never seen hanbin cry so much before.

“i promise, angel. i’ll carry you with me in my heart.”

and truth be told, ex!hanbin held his promise. he made it. a leader, a highly sought after visual, a mc, a vocalist.

he’s not your binnie anymore. he’s not the one waking up an hour before your alarm to make you breakfast anymore. he’s not picking you up from work with that sweet smile and a smoothie in his hand. he doesn’t try to teach you his choreos anymore. he doesn’t giggle at you while fixing your hair anymore.

on days where it’s especially hard you catch yourself wishing you had refused, had kept him close to you. had begged him to stay back, to not sacrifice all the serene happiness you shared; but then you snap back to reality, the realisation that these selfish thoughts keep crawling their way up making you feel guilty.

it’s a sick twist of fate, you think, when you happen to walk past a wall of support ads for him plastered along your way. you don’t know whether to laugh or cry; whether you should be elated he is receiving an amount of love you could never have given him or whether you should be hurt and bitter that all this meant more to him than you seemingly ever did.

it’s not fair to compare like that, you know that, but it’s not like he’s there to defend himself. he’s never there anymore.

in your inner frenzy, the internal fight between wanting to support the man you still love oh so deeply and the selfish wish to have kept him for yourself, you bump into someone, misty eyes barely focused enough to notice the person in front of you.

you look up briefly to apologise, wanting nothing more than to get away from this overstimulating throwback to your better times, only to realise that the devil — angel — himself is standing right there.

right there, in front of you. sung hanbin. your binnie.

you know it’s him immediately despite the mask he’s wearing. the all too familiar sparkle in his eyes and his pretty lashes that you know all too well blinking back at you in shock, his eyes desperately darting over your face in an attempt to drink in every little change and detail.

you’re just about to speak when he turns at the sound of his name, which is when you finally realise the crowd standing not too far away, observing him like hawks and pointing their phones at him.

right. he’s idol binnie now.

so you bow politely and leave, trying your best to manoeuvre through the crowd. your heart is beating in your ears, your thoughts all jumbled and confused. you haven’t seen him in so long. not in person, anyways, and now you’re running away? what else could you have done?

it’s like you’re on autopilot, not even noticing you’ve made your way back home until you’re stood in front of your apartment. it’s then when you’re about to unlock your door, planning to crawl into bed and never come back out, that your phone vibrates.

first once, then twice.

“i don’t know if you want to talk to me anymore, but i was happy to see you today. even if it was really short.”

“i miss you.”

“you didn’t forget?”

“forget? you?”

“i could never. i love you.”

”did you ever think about dating an idol?”

ex!hanbin who, i think, would give it all up to follow his dream only to realise every single version of his future had you in it. and now he’s here, trying to win you back, hoping it’s not too late. because ex!hanbin is not only a romantic, but also in love. deeply, unabashedly in love.

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hi, is this anything? april fools :P

nct dream x(?) gn!reader sfw stupid dumb silly crack

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This au is gonna break my spine but at least I've writing something more for it. Just took several doodles to get something clicking

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GEO LITERALLY FANTASIZES ABOUT COLE THIS IS SUPER GAY!!!!

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🚨 yearning boy 🫵 yearning boy alert 🫵 🚨

silly guy yearning at 4am over crush who is also silly

alt under the cut

alt. without the shoujo manga bg