#who‘s taking these pictures?

[callmelittlesanshine]

I was just trying to find pictures of the black suit and cape.. damn

​he (it..) is making me a little uncomfortable but I thought some of you guys on here would enjoy my findings lol

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Bonny: Blue thinks every bird is a pigeon Bonny, pointing to crows: what are these? Blue: goth pigeons Bonny, pointing to an eagle: what is that? Blue: liberty pigeon Bonny, pointing to Junior: and what is that? Blue: anger pigeon

[hllfireclb]

Imagine Eddie catching you with your glasses on!!!

Why I am thinking about this? Because I wear glasses myself but I hate them sometimes. I don’t want to wear them outside but I have to because if I don’t I literally don’t see anything that far away. Funfact: when I‘ve met Grace, Joe, Gaten and Jamie at the GCC in December they said the loved my hair and glasses and that‘s the only reason I‘m ok with wearing them outside🥹🥹 Grace even took a picture of me because she said I looked cute and one day later we had the same hair cut💔

ANYWAY I imagining it like this:

You‘re never wearing your glasses outside. Never. If someone would see you with them you‘d dig your own grave because it would be so embarrassing for you. It just doesn’t fit into the whole "you“ concept. Always wearing black, looking like a Rockerchick, just matching with your boyfriend Eddie all the time. If you’d wear your glasses which have a slight golden frame, just to see what‘s written on the board, everyone would probably laugh at you. Not like you care what others think but you‘re afraid that your friends will laugh about it too. They love to tease you, so they‘d definitely tease you about you wearing glasses too.

The "Rockerchick" has to wear glasses, how funny.

And your biggest fear? Eddie finding out that you literally can’t see shit and he starts to make fun of you. Or even worse, what if he thinks you look stupid?

Eddie‘s probably the last person to judge someone because of their look. Especially if the other person is someone who’s important to him, and you definitely are. You know that but the fear of not being perfect for him is too big. So you just keep it your little secret.

One day you‘re lying in your bed, wearing nothing but one of Eddie’s tees and your panties since you’re home alone. A book lingers between your hands, you’re adjusting your glasses on top of you’re nose and you‘re about to turn to the next page when you hear a knock on your window. Mindlessly you turn your head to look at whoever decided to visit you in the middle of the night, completely forgetting that you had your glasses on. That’s until you see your boyfriend’s surprised face on the other side of the glass. Fuck.

It doesn’t take you a second to pull them off your face, throwing them somewhere into the bed before jumping out of it. You walk over to the window, letting your boyfriend climb inside before closing the curtains. "Eddie it’s literally 2am! Why are you here?" You look at him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he walks to your bed and picks up the "Accessoire" that was lingering on your nose just a few seconds ago.

You freeze. He definitely saw you wearing them, there‘s no way he didn’t. You were directly looking at him. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Are these…are these yours?" He looks up at you, still holding your glasses between his fingers,making eye contact which causes you to feel your cheeks burn like fire. His voice is calm, there‘s no judgement in it all only curiosity. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you slowly nod. "Why did you never tell me that you wear glasses Sweetheart?" He laughs softly and you can see how he lifts his hands up to his face, before putting your visual aid on his own nose, testing if he‘s able to see through them like a curious child. Now you‘re the one who‘s laughing softly, answering with a soft nod only.

He puts them down again as he walks over to you before he puts your glasses back on your face, a soft smile forms on his lips while doing so. "You look adorable with them y/n" his voice is barely above a whisper. "You think so?" You whisper back at him, your eyes closed because of how embarrassed you feel. He nods yes "Hell yeah. Even though they also look badass on you" he grins as he places a soft kiss on top of your nose, causing another chuckle to escapes your lips.

Turns out Eddie loves your glasses. He thinks they fit you so goddamn good and they make you look even smarter than you already are. He steals them every now and then to wear them, just to see your precious reaction. Every time he comes over he makes you wear them so your poor eyes can relax a bit.

Yeah, Eddie just loves you so much it‘s unbelievable.

Masterlist

[a-loving-ghost]

new hms designs!! and headcanons!!!!!

long text list of headcanons for everyone down here :3c

-Heart-

-as stated in the picture, before the war he was still a little mentally unwell, but through the help of mind and soul he was able to cope a little bit better than he does during the war

-despite being emotional and “weak”, he is very opinionated with a strong sense of justice and will not hesitate to speak his mind

-has beef with darrell because he keeps fucking shedding in mind’s room and mind assumes its heart messing w him

-hoards things that are cool

-has a weird angel snake thing as a pet for emotional support

-Mind-

-the only emotions he can really identify are anger and guilt, still feels guilt for the events leading up to the juno incident (referencing this post) but he doesn’t understand why he feels this way since in his eyes he didn’t do anything wrong which causes him to be extremely frustrated with himself

-has a bracelet heart made him to match, but doesn’t wear it. he claimed it was a stupid sentiment but he hung it on his room’s wall (soul has one too)

-probably tried to police the amount of monsters soul drinks for his health but gave up because soul kept finding weird ways to get around his rules

-the mechanical hand is because in a fight with heart during one of the time loops, it escalated to the point where his entire forearm (is that the right word?? the part connecting to ur hand) was torn off and soul made him a prosthetic (i like to think of it as some nero dmc5 type shit)

-Soul-

-usually looks the most put together out of the three but probably the one who‘s not all there at all

-lack of sleep from monster addiction and stress from the war

-snarky as hell, whenever heart and mind are going at it occasionally he’ll make a comment and they both kinda just stare at him like 😦 because he usually doesn’t get involved

-just as emotionally exhausted as heart, if not more

-explains idioms and metaphors to mind who takes everything literally

[sunflwryu]

warning: yandere  |  not requested

cute

that obnoxiously large camera that your best friend taehyun always kept in his backpack, professional and intimidating in size...you don’t know how he carries that in his backpack everyday, especially if it’s as pricey and valuable to him as he claims.

you’re struggling from its weight, trying to set it up on the tripod to take a photo of your latest shenanigans with him, aka a combined effort of a comfy fort out of pillows and blankets in the living room lit with soft fairy lights.

“you should be doing this, not me!” you complain to him. “you’re the professional photographer or whatever, and you have the muscles for it.”

he shrugs indifferently. “well, too bad.” classic.

“you’re such a bad cameraman, not even putting in the work to get the perfect angles, too lazy to record this video yourself,” you huff, rolling your eyes as he shrugs again lazily. he’s obviously not going to help, but it’s not that big of a deal anymore since you’ve almost secured it.

as you snap the camera into place on the tripod with a click, you hit a button accidentally with your finger, and suddenly, the viewfinder promptly display the last picture taken.

it‘s a picture of you, a masterful shot from afar, but you peer closer, and you realize it’s not just any picture. you’re asleep and in your bed, but the thing that makes your stomach churn more is the date and time in the top right corner. last night. you didn’t have a sleepover yesterday.

you freeze in horror, swallowing hard before glancing at your best friend, who‘s preoccupied with arranging the snack bowls on the floor for the photo. there‘s a billion questions popping up in your head all at once as you begin to question everything about your friendship of however many years. you want to trust him though, you want to believe that there was a good explanation for this, but there‘s this gut feeling that tells you there isn’t. and then—

“oh my god.”

that comes out louder than you anticipate, made worse by the bad timing of a coincidental silence. you‘d pressed the back button, another photo of you from a different angle last night popping up on the screen. the angle‘s criminal, taken right next to you, a close-up to your face that couldn’t possibly have been achieved by a zoom.

your hands fly to your mouth immediately to cover your gasp, but it‘s too late. taehyun’s head snaps towards you, eyes widening in realization as they meet yours.

but just as quickly as the surprise crosses his face, it’s replaced by this awful, devilish expression. there’s no regret, no remorse at all in that expression. you’re absolutely terrified, shocked, betrayed that you didn’t know who your best friend was this entire time...you question if you ever did, staring at that familiar yet unrecognizable face, speechless. what’s more, the whole ordeal’s clearly hilarious to him from the way his eyes flash in sick amusement and the way his lips curl into a mocking, twisted grin, drinking in the sight of the oh so naive, innocent you, all shaken up from stumbling on his dirty little secret.

“t-t-taehyun...? can you explain this...?” you ask hesitantly. you dread to know the answer, bile bubbling in your throat as soon as the words leave your mouth.

he cocks his head to one side and gives you the most bone-chilling smile you’ve ever seen with a sarcastic shrug.

“...explain what? you just looked so cute.”

note: i worked on this one a month or two before i opened up this blog, but i edited it a lot cuz i wasn’t satisfied with it lol. i hope you still enjoyed it, thank you for reading!

txt masterlist  |  main masterlist  |  by @sunflwryu

[so-many-fandoms-here]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a NSFW for Ann from AIB? By the way, keep up the good writing :)

Of course and thank you <3 As always: feel free to correct any mistake you notice since english isn’t my first language.

Nsfw-Alphabet

• Characters: Rizuna Ann, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: explicit content

༺♡༻ ༺♡༻ ༺♡༻Aftercare: (What they’re like after sex)

She will do anything you ask her for. You want a bath? You’ll get a bath. You want a massage? You’ll get a massage.

Body part: (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body part of herself are her hands.

Her favorite body part of yours are your thighs, your breasts and your ass. Absolutely loves to leave marks all over them.

Cum: (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

She’s in heaven when you cum on her tongue. The way your thighs try to squeeze her head, only stopped by her hands spreading them, she could melt.

Dirty Secret: (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When she watches porn while touching herself, she closes her eyes imagining you’re the one who‘s moaning and begging.

Experience: (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She for sure had a few partners before and therefore experience but the thing she has with you, the connection and all is something completely different. She won’t admit it but the first time you two had sex, it was like her first time having sex ever.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You between her legs or she between yours.

Goofy: (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely serious.

Hair: (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shaves before she’s meeting you. If you live together she shaves as soon as she feels like it got too long.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

More of a kinky person I believe but will make sure to show you that you’re loved trough compliments and kisses.

Jack Off: (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbates that much, but if she does she takes her time.

Kink: (One or more of their kinks)

This woman is into bondage. Can’t change my mind.

Location: (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere.

Motivation: (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wear a nice outfit and swing your hips a bit and she’s all yours.

NO: (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will never ever beg. You will but she won’t. Besides that she’s down for everything as long as it won’t seriously hurt you.

Oral: (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves both.

Pace: (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly fast and kind of rough but will slow down if you ask her to.

Quickie: (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Prefers proper sex but is sometimes down for something quick too.

Risk: (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Down for experiments and sometimes in the mood for risks too.

Stamina: (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can go for hours.

Toy: (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any but would definitely say yes if you suggest it.

Unfair: (how much they like to tease)

She could (and will) tease you for hours.

Volume: (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Usually quiet but sometimes a moan will slip from her lips.

Wild Card: (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sometimes she keeps wearing her sunglasses during it.

X-Ray: (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not much. A vagina is going in.

Yearning: (How high is their sex drive?)

It depends. There are times where her sex drive is very high, then there are times where it’s very low.

Zzz..: (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Tries to wait til you’re asleep, but if it was a rough and long session she will fall asleep a lot quicker than usual.

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

Hello there!! Remember the talk about Graves‘s backstory? Yeaaaa that shit‘s so good I had to write something small about it (or at least something referencing it) trauma is the good soup

i fucking love the headcanons u have for him i know i already said it but i wanna say it again THAT SHIT SLAPS, maybe there‘ll be more later but rn i got uni stuff that should take priority lmao

Enjoy :D

The shadowy light of dawn crept along the wall, painting pictures and drawing shapes reaching out to him. The whispers of fallen soldiers haunted his thoughts, spreading doubts and fanning the flame of self-hatred he cradled oh so gently close to his chest. Names of colleagues long dead passed through his mind. What would they say if they‘d known him? The real him, the one so desperate to prove himself, he endangered not just himself but everyone else’s lives as well. The one so wrapped up in Shepard‘s shit, he could bring down entire countries with the evidence he had from the contracts he took. The real one who, deep down, was a child praying for the Lord‘s forgiveness and hoping to one day see love in his parents’ eyes without having to hide himself.

He took a deep breath and lowered his gaze from the wall he‘d been staring at to look at his scarred hands. There were bruises and cuts from when he escaped the compound back in Mexico. Who knew, maybe he‘d see all of them again soon. The others weren’t dumb enough to believe his little trick. He‘d seen them strategize and plan; he knew they were smart enough to see through him. He regretted it, but there was no use in wallowing now, was there?

He‘d burned every single bridge. His shadows were scattered in the winds, his reputation destroyed and Shepard fled the moment everything went to shit. The only person he could blame for how it turned out was himself. He‘d been too naïve, too trusting and starry eyed. How he hadn’t recognized the general‘s manipulation for what it was, he‘d never be able to reconcile with his pride, with his conscience. So many died due to his decisions. So many had trusted him to lead them to victory, to protect and take care of them.

Maybe this is what he deserved and destiny was finally catching up to him. Maybe his sins finally outweighed the good he‘d done.

Sitting in the dark grey room, back against the wall, he choked back a sob, because maybe, just maybe, there had never been any good he did. He wasn’t able to give the world what it deserved, so he‘d started taking what it didn’t need. Somewhere along the way he lost his knowledge of what that actually was. He got blinded and believed a corrupt patriot who‘s sole focus had been saving his own face and ass, do only what he thought best, consequences be damned. Graves was just another casualty.

He was only an afterthought, a nuisance to get rid of once he‘d outlived his usefulness. Looking back on his life, he noticed a pattern. At this point, he knew it to be the truth. His was worth was determined by how much he could do for others. If he couldn’t serve others to gain something, he’d be just another useless nobody. He took what other people didn’t need or want. He took those unnecessarily high risks, those bets against all odds. He took what others gave him, because they didn’t want it, they only wanted the benefits. The last question left to answer now was: What use did he have now?

ilysm it's unreal crying screaming trashing all over the place chewing on my metal table leg

youuuu

i already said that too many times but im so happy you like my hcs and seeing this stuff inspire you to do something like this is aagsgahdhsyfsuqhGaAGDGHAYSYAG i am SO normal and calm

[martini-time]

Don’t know what‘s funnier, the fact that L is so obsessed with acting like a model all the time that she takes any kind of pictures and shares them, no matter how pathetic she comes across for the way she took the pictures, or that one obsessed creep male fan of hers who‘s actually so dumb and doesn’t get that she can’t keep her eyes open from the sun in the first picture and thinks she’s intentionally ‚smirking and winking‘ lol.

This is her only loyal and true fan, I'm surprised how long he lasts lol but it's funny that he really thought she was doing it intentionally

[llovelyangel]

Dilf

Summary: Seeing Jeff with your best friend’s baby changes something inside you.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

By clicking “Keep reading” you are agreeing to be 18 or over!!

It had all started when you and Jeff had gone to visit one of your best friends, Eliza. She had just had her 2nd child, and of course y/n and Jeff being the amazing godparents, had to go.

Seeing Jeff play with Eliza’s first born, Olivia who was 3, just flooded your brain with ideas. Watching him interact and talk with the sassy toddler just melted your heart.

”Are you excited that you’re a big sister now?” Jeff asked the little girl, curious on how she felt about her new baby brother. “I rweally am!” The toddler squeals softly, practically bouncing in the chair.

”Hey come and sit over here“ Eliza called to her daughter. “Do wanna hold him?” She asks as the little girl nods her head excitedly. “Ok but you have to be really careful and let Uncle Jeff help you ok?” Hearing Jeff’s name made a smile appear on the girl’s face. “m’k mama I pwomise” She says as she waves over Jeff to come and help her sit down and hold her baby brother.

Jeff walks over and carefully holds the baby making sure to support his head. He sits down next to the toddler, who‘s excitement may have dimmed down a bit but still had a grin on her face. He helps her hold the baby and makes sure that she’s holding him right. You stood in the corner filming the whole interaction and taking pictures of the three with a huge smile on your face.

God, baby fever is real. _____________________∘°∘♡∘°∘_____________________

Today was a lazy day, so you and Jeff were just lounging on the couch with a random episode of The Office on, when you finally decided to ask him.

”Can we have a baby?” The question made Jeff freeze. Of course he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and eventually have kids but right now, he didn’t know what to say. “What?” was all he managed to get out. “I asked can we have a baby, please?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. “I know what you said but all of a sudden, right now?”  You and Jeff had a talk about your future and the both of you agreed that children are something you both want. But this was out of the blue. You hadn’t been dropping hints, or Jeff just didn’t catch them (but he’s pretty sure you didn’t).

“Please i really want one. Imagine a little Jeff and y/n running around, it’d be so cute!” You plead, desperately wanting to have a child with the love of your life. “Angel I know but all of a sudden? Or has this been something you’ve been keeping inside that pretty little head of yours?“ He says holding on to both sides of your head and shaking it slightly.

”It started when we went to go see Eliza’s baby. I saw you with Liv and how you both got along together. And it made me want to have that too.“ You say studying his face trying to see if you can find even a sliver of emotion that could tell you how he felt.

”I want that too. I want to hold our baby and have a family. I really do! But you just can’t keep this type of stuff in your head sweetheart. See how easy it was to just tell me how you feel and we talked it out.” Jeff explains. “Ok, but does that mean we can have a baby?” You say, excitement streaming through your veins. “Yes, we can have a baby.”

At this point you’re practically bouncing off the walls from how happy and excited you were.  You lean in connecting your lips with his in a hot, messy kiss. Your hands went to his hair, tugging slightly causing him to groan into your mouth. You remove your hands from his hair and slide them under his shirt, making him take both his shirt and sweats off flinging them somewhere in the apartment, leaving him in only his boxers.

”Fuck baby, be a good girl and tell me what you want.” He groans as you litter pecks and kisses on his neck and all over his chest. “I want you to fuck a baby into me daddy.” You say breathily against the shell of his ear. Hearing you say that made Jeff go feral.

He throws you over his shoulder carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He carefully lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He places kisses on your jaw, moving lower and lower. As he reaches your collarbone you take your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your bra and panties.

Jeff unclips your bra, making you slide it off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere in the room. Jeff continues to kiss down your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach stopping at the waistband of your panties. ”Can I take these off?” He asks, wanting to make sure you actually want this. You nod your head frantically, desperately wanting to feel him inside you. “You have to use your words sweetheart“ He says, trying to rile you up, knowing you’re already desperate. “Jeff please take them off and fuck me already.” You say while clawing at his biceps. “Oh look at you so desperate and needy.” He coos, taking off his boxers.

His throbbing hard member smacks against his lower abdomen. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fill ya up to the brim, make sure I make ya a mommy. You’d love that wouldn’t you?” He says while putting two of his fingers in your mouth and slowly rubbing small circles on your clit. At this point you were soaking wet and so incredibly horny at the thought of Jeff fucking a baby into you.

“Yes, please daddy just fuck me.” You let out breathily as he removes his fingers from your clit and puts them in his mouth, sucking on them.

“Oh look how eager you are.” He says as he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds, slowly pushing into you. “Oh fuck!” You moan, screwing your eyes shut tightly. You’ll never be able to get used to his size, even after however many times you’ve both had sex. Your hands go straight to his shoulders, pulling him closer as you scratch your nails down his back. He hisses at the sudden feeling of pain. He stills just taking in the feeling of your throbbing pussy squeezing his equally throbbing cock. “Daddy please move!” you plead, your hips bucking, hoping to find some relief.

He pulls out almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside, making you whine like a bitch in heat. He began thrusting hard into you, causing the bed to shake and the headboard to hit against the wall.

“Oh fuck, feels so good, please don’t stop” You manage to moan out. Jeff slowly wraps his hand around your neck, leaning down to place a messy kiss to your lips. “Fuck baby, this pussy is gonna be the death of me”

Suddenly he pulls out, flipping you over on your stomach causing you to huff out in frustration. “Ass up sweetheart” He says with a slight chuckle and a smack to your ass.

Groaning as he thrusts back in with an amazing view of your ass and your pretty fucked out looking face in the mirror. This position made him reach the deepest parts of you. “Want your baby, daddy.” You get out egging him on to go faster. You whimper as he picks up his pace, pulling you close to his chest with a hand around your throat and the other on your hip. Your head was thrown back on his shoulder from the intense pleasure. “Fuck”, He mutters breathily against the shell of your ear.

Jeff’s eyes met yours in the mirror, breathless from your beauty and the power you had over him. The idea of you being pregnant with his child drives him crazy, and he sure as hell is keeping his word to get you pregnant.

Your walls start tightening around his shaft, his cue that you were close to cumming. That’s when he flips you over on your back again.

“Daddy please” You whine. “I’m sorry baby, but Daddy wants to see your pretty face when you cum” He says as he shoves himself back into you while wrapping your legs around his waist. He starts pounding into you, causing your legs to shake from euphoria.

His tip brushes against your cervix every time he spears into you, causing your eyes to roll back and your back to arch. Your nipples lightly graze over his chest, adding even more fuel to the fire of pleasure burning inside you.

“Oh Jeff! Fuck!” You moan out, right on the brink of orgasm. “C‘mon baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy” He pants.

An especially deep thrust sends you spiraling towards orgasm. “Fuck! I’m cumming” You moan out loudly. You tangle your hands in his hair moaning even louder as he thrusts into you faster, his thrusts getting sloppier as he nears his orgasm.

“I’m close baby” He moans against your neck. “Please daddy, give me your cum, put a baby into me!” You say as he places his head in the crook of your neck.

“Shit!” he growls deeply as he releases inside of you, covering your walls with his seed. He stills, slowly grinding into you, fucking his cum deeper inside you. “Jeff please!” You whine from the overstimulation.

“Gotta keep ya stuffed sweetheart.” He spoke softly as he slowly pulls out and takes his fingers to push his cum back into your clenching hole.

He kissed you again and again. He rested his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ya think I’m dad material?” Jeff says as he lifts his head up from your chest to look up at you. “Oh you’re definitely dad material, a total dilf.” You say with a playful smirk. “Oh yeah? Round 2?“ He questions as he gets back on top of you, his chain hanging in your face. “Yes please” You say with a smile as he leans in with a needy kiss.

“I told ya, by the time we’re finished you’re gonna be knocked up”

[elysianslove]

Dilf Bokuto who laughs at you the next day when you complain about his beard scratching your inner thighs the night before. :(

Dilf Bokuto that cums fucking BUCKETS, but he still holds your head all the way down when he finishes and forces you to take every last drop :(((((

Dilf Bokuto that sometimes sends pictures of your overstuffed cunt to his still-best-friend Akaashi :((((((((((((((

shut the fuck up oh my god

dilf bokuto who makes you sit on his lap whenever you’re out like you’re some sort of prize. you’re so much smaller than him no matter your size because of how big he is, and he just keeps a hand tight and squeezing at your waist. you’re his arm candy, really :((

dilf bokuto who‘s in love with the way you can’t fathom his stamina. he’s obsessed with the way you struggle to keep up with all he can give, like you’ve never been fucked like this before :(((

dilf bokuto who has all your nudes saved on his phone and shamelessly jerks off to them, groaning out your name desperately as he cums :((((

dilf bokuto who can never get enough of stretching you out with his cock for the first time that night. the way you squirm beneath his tough, harsh hold on your waist, his hands so much larger than you, swallowing your frame. the way you heave and pant the more he stretches you out. the more you cry for him. the way you can’t stop yourself from outright sobbing the moment he bottoms out, legs lifted and threatening to close as you shiver and tremble and shake :(((((((

[headcanons-for-all]

Tohru & Kobayashi who‘s s/o is unable to express their emotions, appearing and sounding neutral all the time, so they make it up to them by giving their girlfriend gifts to know they love her.

Tohru And Kobayashi's S/O Who Can't Express Emotion

Tohru is practically the opposite of you when it comes to affection. Whilst you give many gifts and material things, she is very physically affectionate and gifts you with endless compliments and praise.

It takes Tohru a while to get used to how you show love. It isn't exactly how she is used to things but she slowly gets used to it.

She loves receiving gifts that remind her of you. Pictures of you both, small necklaces or even small cards will make her swoon and blush.

Tohru won't stop her overbearing love for physical affection but she'll begin to give you more material gifts like little plushies of herself so you can always have her around when you need a hug!

An odd couple, to say the least, but still very adorable.

Miss Kobayashi herself isn't the best at giving physical affection but she does very much like receiving it so she is a bit sad that she can't receive that much from you.

However, she does adore and cherish all the gifts you give. Every single gift, even of the smallest size, means everything to her and she keeps them all in a very safe place.

She is bad at giving physical affection but she loves it so much that you'll occasionally get a hug from behind or be pulled to the couch for a cuddling session.

She's also good at verbal affection. Kobayashi will tell you how much you mean to her often and frequently, to the point where whenever she talks about you it ends up just being her fawning over you.

Despite having a bit of a rocky start, you two clearly love one another very much.

[juminsmysticmc]

ohhh so i would love if you could do rfa who‘s child gets hit by a car (Happy End) with v and saeran since the other were really good!😙💚

Minor Trio’s child get hit by a car ( Trigger Warnings, Angst! )

Mention of blood, hospital, death

Hello! I am so happy that you liked the HC! I am more than happy to write it for you! Vanderwood is a ,,Bonus’’, lol! Hope you enjoy! Please tell me your honest opinion! Stay well!

Saeran

You observed your husband playing with your son as you gently rubbed your belly, carrying Saeran’s twin daughters.

You never imagined back then that this day would ever come or that you would feel so much happiness.

This was love, you thought.

Your son accidentally kicked the ball over to your feet, making them both approach you.

,,Isn’t it hot in the sun, Mc?’’ Saeran asked, concerned as he looked up into the clear blue sky. There wasn’t even a single cloud present.

You nodded. ,,You’re right, I’ll wait inside for the both of you,’’ you smiled as you tried to get up, however, Saeran quickly helped you.

The both of you were proud that you chose to buy a house in front of the park where cars drove a bit slower than in the city.

The nature around your home made the atmosphere so beautiful. You were happy that you were able to show your son the beauty of the world.

,,No, Mummy, why do you want to go home?’’ your son whined as he looked at you.

You smiled at him as you ruffled his hair. ,,Mummy is tired and besides, it’s too hot for your sisters!’’ you laughed.

,,Okay! Then I will go with mommy and make her feel fresh with some cold tea!’’ he laughed and took your hand.

You had such a sweet son and you were so happy that you and Saeran seemingly didn’t make any mistakes in your parenting.

Well, maybe you did make a mistake - your son still couldn’t cross the street. He always forgot to look both ways before crossing.

And this time too, Saeran was walking hand in hand with you towards the street to approach your home. You guys just had to cross the street when your son’s ball fell out of his arms, making his one favorite ball roll into the street.

,,Oh no! My ball!’’ he whined as he jumped and ran, speeding on the street.

It all happened so quickly - as you let go of Saeran’s hand to run, at least as much as you could towards him, your sunshine.

Your scream was so loud that Saeran twitched. ,,THE STREET!’’ you cried, but your son simply didn’t look both ways.

The honk made your son stop in the middle of the street as you heard a hit. In front of your eyes, you saw your son falling with blood everywhere.

,,NOO!’’ you screamed louder as the car stopped immediately. Saran approached your son quickly and ever since then, your mind was fuzzy. You couldn’t remember how you got to the hospital, how you cried, or how helpless you were.

You just came back to yourself when your son called your name, his arm and leg was broken, his head was hurting, and the boy was whimpering in fear.

,,I’m here, baby. I won’t let go of you. Tell mommy what you need,’’ you whispered, still relieved that your son had an angel who prevented his death.

Jihyun

Lucy was between the both of you as you walked to the coffee shop where you planned on buying a cake for Lucy as she received a good mark on her test today.

The weather was beautiful, the birds were singing, and your little girl next to you was laughing happily.

,,I am so proud of you! That’s our daughter!’’ you praised her again, making her smile even wider.

Jihyun also told her more than once that he was proud and that he never had such a good mark in math.

,,Really, Daddy?’’ she asked him. She couldn’t believe what her dad was telling her, making you chuckle.

,,Okay, let’s take a picture before we go in,’’ he said, holding his camera up, ready to take a picture.

You nodded and went on your knees, hugging Lucy as you both smiled brightly. 

,,Oh, look how good it looks!’’ he told you.

Both you and Lucy approached Jihyun, looking into the camera.

Lucy was behind the both of you as she turned around, seeing a big beautiful balloon shop.

Not being able to stop herself, she gasped as she walked towards it, not noticing that she was in the middle of the street.

,,Lucy, let’s go in. What cake do you want?’’ you asked her. When you turned around, a horrifying scenario played in front of you.

,,JIHYUN!’’ you hissed and grabbed his shoulder as you saw her on the street.

,,LUCY!’’ he called too, trying to run towards her to stop her.

But he was too late.

Before he could even pull her back, a car ran into her, making her fly and fall on the floor a bit further away from the both of you.

The squeaking sound of the brakes was so loud that you had the feeling that no one could eat with your high pitched scream in panic.

Everything and everyone stopped as you ran towards her. The woman who just hit her with the car was already on the phone, crying and talking to a hospital who was sending an ambulance to the site of the accident.

,,Lucy, Lucy… you can’t leave mommy…’’ you sobbed as you put your jacket over her pale body to not make her feel any cold.

You didn’t dare to move her head, scared that you would hurt her even more.

,,She is strong. They will be able to help her, don’t worry,’’ Jihyun said as you kept on sobbing on his chest.

,,What if they take her away from us? I’m such a bad mother. I should have…. oh my God I’m okay if they take her away from us as long as she stays alive,’’ you sobbed, fearing you might lose her in whatever way it may be.

Jihyun could just rub your back as he tried to stay strong for you.

,,She’s alive. She will have a big headache as soon as she wakes up because of the trauma, but she will be able to keep on living without any damage. Just let her rest here for the next few days and then we can send her home.

For the night, the both of you can stay here,’’ the doctor said.

,,I will log into the chatroom to keep them updated,’’ Jihyun said, meaning the RFA.

Of course they all went crazy when they found out and it didn’t take even five minutes until Lucy got transferred to the VIP Room due to Jumin’s connections in the hospital.

You were a big family now, after all, and everyone was willing to support the both of you as good as possible.

There was no way that they could even try to take Lucy away from the both of you because you were still the best parents for her, your daughter.

Vanderwood

It all began to be a beautiful day, so how did this day manage to become a living nightmare for the both of you?

Days passed as you and Vanderwood sat in silence next to each other.

The room was cold, the atmosphere was killing the both of you, and your tears no longer stopped falling as you saw your son.

The machine was keeping him alive.

The tubes around him made him seem dead, even though he was still alive. At least that was what the doctors were telling you.

Vanderwood kept holding your hand as he now observed you, worried for your well being.

He knew that at night you couldn’t sleep anymore.

He knew that even when you managed to close an eye, you were whining and crying in your sleep.

Your skin too was pale as the room and your lips were dry.

You didn’t eat anything, you were barely drinking, and he almost had the feeling that he forgot your voice.

A week ago, your son happily gave you a kiss as he walked to school.

You and Vanderwood sat around the table, having breakfast, when suddenly someone called you.

It wasn’t even 10 AM when the hospital told you that your son was hit by a bus at the bus station.

He and his friends were playing when he was accidentally pushed on the street, a bus coming right at that moment, hitting him.

,,He has fallen into a coma,’’ they told you as you cut the call and looked at Vanderwood with a teary face.

Ever since then, you kept thinking about your life: how you raised him and how you lived with him.

,,I wish I would have walked with him to school,’’ you suddenly whispered. Vanderwood’s heart stopped beating for a second as he heard your words for the first time in a week.

,,I wish I would have let him sleepover at his friend’s house.

I should have bought him the latest PlayStation and I shouldn’t have scolded him a week ago.

I… I regret so many things… What if he dies now? He’s still so young…’’ you sobbed louder.

,,We agreed on not raising such a brat who gets everything.We didn’t want a spoiled boy,’’ Vanderwood tried to calm you down.

However, he managed to make you angry ,,Well, yes, because a dead child is better than a spoiled one, right?!’’ you hissed at him, your face red as you were angry.

,,You know that that’s not what I meant!’’ he hissed.

Suddenly, the both of you found yourself arguing and hissing at each other, but the both of you quickly stopped when a little voice called you.

,,Mommy…’’ your son gagged as the tube was into his mouth, the mask making it impossible for him to say anything.

,,CALL THE NURSE!’’ you hissed and jumped up, approaching your son and stroking his head as you looked at him with a pained face.

,,Everything is okay, everything will be fine. Mommy and Daddy are here. The nurse will be here too, don’t worry,’’ you kept on telling him as your son kept panicking, a sight that broke your heart.

Indeed, the nurse, followed by countless doctors, entered the room.

Vanderwood pulled you apart from the bed as they checked him.

,,He is awake and he is alive…’’ you whispered and hugged Vanderwood, a warmth he hadn’t felt since that all happened.

,,We can send him home the day after tomorrow,’’ the doctor began, telling you what treatment was needed for your son.

But the good news was that he didn’t have anything life threatening and that he could soon live normally again.

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26.04.2021 // 22:35 MEST

[amateurasstrologer]

BY REQUEST # 10 SATURN (IN THE HOUSES)

Alright y’all, let’s set the record straight about Saturn.

First: tell me a word more powerful than “no” - you can’t. That shit is unmovable. And that’s Saturn operating in your life. Saturn is a fortress - it’s the boundaries you need to respect if you want to get your life right and really work your shit out. Saturn tells you “no” - this mf wants to stop you from getting caught up in a bunch of bullshit and guide you towards getting your life right.

Saturn is structure and form. This planet is a prompt. Anyone who‘s ever tried to make anything, have a conversation, you already know: completely open ended shit gets old. We need direction, questions, structure. Those really juicy, really specific ideas and direct questions that seem to crack your brain right open and let your creativity spill out onto the sidewalk? Saturn, people.

Now, yes, too much structure can end up feeling like a foot on a neck. And this is where that "Saturn is limitations” idea comes into play. Yes, Saturn is working with limits, but they’re not meant to stifle you or make you turn and run in the opposite direction. Too much rigidity is too much rigidity - Saturn is meant to give you just enough gravity to hold your life together, not to stop you from being able to move entirely. Saturn taken too far always ends in traditional thinking, rigidity, and cracks in the foundation. Saturn wants to keep shit stable, but too much stability doesn’t leave enough room for change.

Still, the more we want to hate Saturn for being a crusty dick of a planet, the more we’re fooling ourselves into thinking that we don’t need any stability and beauty in our lives. Yes, bitches, beauty. When it’s operating right, Saturn helps you organize your shit into something meaningful - something beautiful and real - so your life can stop looking like a gross mess and tone the fuck up.

Saturn rules Capricorn. Why? Because Capricorn takes Sag’s ideas and philosophies and turns that shit into something real, something livable, something sharable. And, of course, it’s no wonder that Jupiter rules Sag - the relationship between Jupiter and Saturn is the same as the relationship between Sag and Capricorn: Jupiter helps you to mature, cooperate, and open up your mind to new ideas. Saturn helps you take that maturation and creativity and turn it into something real - Salty Saturn gives you a prompt, some walls to work within, so maturing doesn’t feel so scary and confusing. Saturn is your expectations - it helps you focus your development.

It’s not enough to think about it and talk about it, at some point, you gotta be about it. That’s where Saturn comes in to help you take those ideas, desires, fantasies and turn them into something real. Saturn isn’t a fake bitch, and that’s really why it gets a bad rap. This mf is serving you harsh truth, tough love realness every day of the week. When you’re ready to become an actual person in the world instead of continuing to live out your favorite delusion, call Saturn. Let this wonderful planet give you some structure and tell you “no, stop it,” before you get completely out of control and total yourself.

As always, particulars for the party people:

SATURN IN THE FIRST (1) fortifies your self-image so you can actually figure out how your individual life fits within the bigger picture. You got a message and you are ready to preach it, baby. Always working to get feelings and actions in alignment, unshakably strong sense of purpose. When you don’t respect the “no”: 100% crazy, allowing rigid-ass values and outdated beliefs to define your self-worth, fear of failure gets you lying to yourself to make it.

SATURN IN THE SECOND (2) fortifies your understanding of the past so you can actually organize, structure, and utilize that shit. Personal circumstances have collective meaning, always making your past experiences relevant, past experiences as the foundation for present direction and success. When you don’t respect the “no”: crushed under an inescapable sense of destiny, can’t make sense of anything that’s happened to you, repressing any meaningful feelings in exchange for getting caught up some fake shit.

SATURN IN THE THIRD (3) fortifies your fucking brain so you can actually approach your surroundings in a practical and organized way. Smart as shit, open minded, ready to understand and discuss anything. When you don’t respect the “no”: mental rigidity, imposing your narrow-ass point of view on your environment, fucked around and imprisoned yourself in traditional thinking and/or living in total chaos.

SATURN IN THE FOURTH (4) fortifies your inner-life so you can actually develop a genuine identity and form a rock-solid connection with yourself. Able to take deep, ambiguous feelings and direct that shit into fantastic works of art, projects, and/or true self-understanding. When you don’t respect the “no”: never letting anyone but all the wrong people in, Academy Award for Living a Total-Ass Lie, over-attached to social norms and superficial personality standards.

SATURN IN THE FIFTH (5) fortifies your self-expression so you can actually influence and inspire the people around you. Reserved, receptive, magnetic, understanding, charming. When you don’t respect the “no”: can’t express a genuine feeling to save your life, forcing yourself into traditional roles to save yourself from the struggle of creating and living an authentic life, completely unrealistic self-perception.

SATURN IN THE SIXTH (6) fortifies your focus on self-improvement so you can actually get yourself into a better, more stable place. Never met a change you couldn’t counter and conquer, practical guidance and support available on demand. When you don’t respect the “no”: locked yourself into an unchangeable position, unwilling to acknowledge the truth in other people’s experiences, clinging to the past like a leech.

SATURN IN THE SEVENTH (7) fortifies your approach to relationships so you can actually experience the transformative power of genuine relationships (with anything or anyone). Seriously responsible, supportive, constructive, and a complete joy to be around. When you don’t respect the “no”: passivity to the point of identity listed as Total Loss, zero accountability for how your actions affect other people, choosing fear-based relationships like it’s your damn job.

SATURN IN TH EIGHTH (8) fortifies your social awareness so you can actually manage and organize collective resources and feelings. Physically feeling and articulating collective emotions, source of inspiration and comfort for everyone around you, genius level ability to take care of fucking business. When you don’t respect the “no”: the most unhealthy power dynamics, making people rely on you and then resenting them for it, letting yourself get pushed around by circumstances, getting your victim on.

SATURN IN THE NINTH (9) fortifies your ability to focus on what matters to you so you can actually find some deeper meaning in life. Got the support you need to develop a rock-solid understanding of your experiences, effectively share what you’ve learned, and come up with entirely new beliefs and value systems that let you live a freer, happier life. When you don’t respect the “no”: never trusting your own decisions ever, living in perpetual confusion, infinite disappointment because you decided on unlivable values, beliefs and ideals.

SATURN IN THE TENTH (10) fortifies your perspective on social roles so you can actually influence and sustain relationships. Utilizing defined roles to express personal feelings, breaking down the existing order of things in favor of more effective, productive standards, got the power to bring people together. When you don’t respect the “no”: using outdated values to justifying staying in relationships and roles that are actually unfulfilling, acting like you know when you 100% do not know, totally unwilling to acknowledge alternative approaches.

SATURN IN THE ELEVENTH (11) fortifies your management abilities so you can actually organize and direct people, places, things (and your own life) like a boss bitch. Practical, realistic approaches to any crisis, equip with an arsenal of creative solutions ready to unload, displaying spiritual values through tangible actions. When you don’t respect the “no”: uses outdated values and beliefs to justify inaction, refuses to rise to the occasion, always convincing yourself any productive, quality of life improving actions will be useless.

SATURN IN THE TWELFTH (12) fortifies your subconscious so you can actually shatter all forms of traditional conditioning and embody spiritual values. No tolerance for fake shit. When you don’t respect the “no”: fucked around and isolated yourself from everyone, permanently barred yourself from living in reality, permanently cock-blocking yourself, denial level: unbreakable.

Does all this shit feel familiar? Good. It should. Everyone experiences all of these phases at different points. Where Saturn hangs in your Natal just lets you know which phase is going to be the most prevalent throughout your life.

Happy charting, bitches.

XO BULLSHIT FREE ASTROLOGY

[selfsun]

Avengers x reader drabbles

A few ideas for reader insert one shots/ drabbles I have, mostly including the whole team as friendshipfics:

(In my head EVERYONE is alive and living in the Tower together, going on missions and being a family. My head universe is not canon at all. Don‘t judge me, I need my support hero family being supportive and alive)

(It’s 4.30 am and I just typed and immediately posted this, so probably a lot of typos but who even cares)

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• Y/N being a beauty youtuber and making videos at the tower

- Her whole fanbase losing their minds whenever she brings a member of the team into them.

- Like, one time (pre-haircut) she used Thors hair to demonstrate a braiding tutorial. Bucky unwillingly took the job once after the gods hair was too short for braiding.

- Nat sharing her own beauty tips and tricks and Wanda volunteering as model for showing off new makeup looks

- Tony invents some stuff to make filming the videos easier and well, y/n is definitely sponsored by Stark industries lol

- Peter is always in her Vlogs, just casually swinging and crawling around in the background

- The whole comment section being flooded by Captain America fangirls whenever Stevie shows up for even just a split second

• Y/N being the most animal loving person on the planet

- Most of the Avengers choose either kids or veterans for their charity work, y/n always takes the projects involving animals

- The public swooning everytime they see y/n full of joy and love (and often dirt), sitting on the ground and petting all kinds of animals. From monkeys to dogs, elephants, snakes and pigs.

- Name an animal and y/n knows at least 20 facts about it that are not common knowledge

- Fans bringing their pets to public events, just bcs they know that y/n will take the time to cuddle the pets and maybe even bringing them backstage to give the animals some space and quiet (she‘s technically not allowed to do that but oh well, who‘s gonna stop her?)

- Always has dog treats on her, no matter where she goes

• Y/N being amazing at handcrafts and frequently giving handmade gifts to the team members and other friends

- Tonys favourite gift from y/n is a handsculpted and painted, red and gold coffee mug. It looks so professional she had to show him WIP pictures to prove its handmade

- Bucky got a huge crochet blanket in a warm and autumny red with his name embroidered onto it. Sometimes he‘ll forget it on the couch in the living room and everyone else almost physically fights about it. (Wanda and Nat planning a sneak attack to get it while Clint is cuddled up in it)

- Everyone gets socks. And hats. And scarves. They often look at all the lovely, handmade items laying around and ask themselves when the hell y/n finds time for all that. She does it to make them happy tho, so losing 1 or 2 (or 8) hours of sleep doesn’t bother her.

- And when I say everyone gets socks, I mean it. She makes personalised socks for their friends at Shield, the guardians when they visit, Clints family, Peters friends & May, their Wakandan friends etc

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[tahdashi]

businessman! keiji thoughts hmm here you go-

- keiji who takes his coat off in the middle of the day because it’s so hot, his sleeves rolled all the way up to his forearms.

- keiji who holds a pen in his mouth when he’s extremely concentrated, brows furrowing as he reads the document kept in front of him.

- keiji who gets nervous before speaking at big conferences, but his smooth voice and charismatic words immediately take control of the hall.

- keiji who‘s company runs a non-profit too to help people, and he makes sure to meet all the kids each time, just to make them feel happier.

- keiji who unconsciously doodles on his sheets when he spaces out in a meeting, and the drawings are somehow good??

- keiji who smiles at the picture of you on his lockscreen while eating the lunch you packed for him.

- keiji who leaves before you’ve woken up, and comes home after you’ve slept, who presses a kiss to your forehead whenever he gets the chance, and swears to make more time for you.

OK WHAT NO IM SORRY I DUMPED TOO MUCH AHH🧍‍♀️

SWINGING MY LEGS BACK AND FORTH WHERE CAN I GET ONE OH MY GOSHDJD I’M SO IN LOVE I’M ACTUALLY SCREAMING

[fullsunalicia]

can you write a royal au with any of the dreamies?? thank you and your writing is really good!

a true love‘s kiss — NJM

as the youngest of four daughters, you are the least of all expected to ascend the throne. sure, you can marry, but with your father‘s reputation and the land he possesses, no one‘s going to fight for the daughter that is going to inherit nothing. that is, until one particular beautiful prince sets eyes on you and never wants to look anywhere else ever again.

prince!na jaemin x princess!reader

thank you so much for the request, and your kind words! 🤍 honestly i thought of jaemin right away and the idea made me really giddy. i hope you enjoy!

Na Jaemin is famous for his beauty and his power. It‘s no wonder that someday, he comes knocking at your father‘s doors, asking for his daughter‘s hand in marriage.

Everyone hopes to marry Soyeon. She‘s the eldest, and most beautiful one of you. Because there are no brothers in this family, she is going to take the throne someday and be called Queen, while you and your elder sisters will remain princesses. Maybe after her coronation, someone will have pity on you and make you their queen.

But as long as Soyeon is unwed, no one‘s eyes will ever sway to you.

You have come to like living in her shadow. The attention is never on you, and you essentially get to be the troublemaker without being punished too much. Soyeon may be the eldest, but you‘re the favorite, the baby of the family. You are spoiled rotten, and everybody knows. Despite that, you still treat everyone with respect, thank the servants for even the littlest things and like to spend time with the people in the castle, no matter what social standing they are of.

So when a servant of yours informs you that Prince Jaemin is to come visit, you shrug and turn your attention back to the flowers again.

Most times, the servants forbid you from helping them. Most times, you just ignore them and do it anyways. That‘s why you’re sitting next to Haseul (your gardner) right now, knees deep in the mud, even though your dress was more expensive than imaginable.

„Are you not excited to meet him, princess?“ Haseul hands you a particularly beautiful tulip, and you set it aside. Later, you‘d put it into a vase in your chamber. „I heard he‘s very charming. He‘s got it from his father, no doubt - he‘s a good king, but it took the man some time to settle down.“

„How do you know?“ You‘ve heard much about the rumoured Na king, and you even remember an encounter when you were really young. He had gifted you a very nice necklace, still well-kept of in one of your drawers. He‘s nice, but you don‘t know what kind of king that makes him. Politics is not your forte.

Being a troublemaker is.

„Servant‘s gossip.“ Haseul tears open a bag of planting seeds, and she holds it open for you so you can scoop out a a handful. Where you‘re kneeling right now would soon be a field of roses, in just a few weeks. „Information spreads fast, especially when it‘s being spread by the people working in the castle. I‘ve heard their servants are being treated exceptionally well. Maybe as nice as ours, but they don‘t have a princess like we do.“

That makes you smile.

There‘s one amazing key factor to being the youngest. The rules don‘t apply to you as much. You are not expected to be the picture-perfect daughter who has to satisfy the entire world, and you are not expected to mingle with the right crowd. No one is fazed when you hug the maiden who helped you put on your corsage. Nobody minds it when you pop into the kitchen and thank all the cooks for the nice food.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Thankfully, you‘ll never have to.

Haseul helps you up and sighs at the many stains the flower bed has left on your dress, but she only shoos you away and tells you to get changed before your mother sees.

The castle is enormous. If you hadn‘t been raised here, you‘d gest lost often. The hallways are like a maze, leading god knows where and sometimes, most parts of the castle are inhabited. Countless times have people lost their way in here, and every time they are lead back by an awkward grinning servant or the princesses who come looking for them. Your chamber isn‘t the biggest one, but in your opinion the prettiest - through the windows, you have a perfect view of the garden, watching the sun set and rise on your favorite flowers.

„We must get you ready quickly, princess,“ the girl who‘s helping you step out of the dress says. She‘s new, you notice it immediately. Even if it seems impossible, you try and remember every face of everyone who works here, even if you catch a glimpse of your sisters‘ servants only once a year. This maiden is new, maybe even younger than you are. „Prince Jaemin is already on his way.“

„Are you new here? What‘s your name?“

She smiles. „I‘ve heard of your kindness towards the people who work for you,“ the unknown lady mumbles, and you watch as she turns you around to tie your corsage. Her fingers are nimble, rough at the tips. „Thank you. But we mustn‘t be late, so we‘ll have to wait for afterwards with the introductions.“

„Will you tell me your name then?“

Someone opens the door to your room, carrying in a monstrosity of a dress. Of course it‘s breathtakingly beautiful, but it‘s practically a star. Jewels blink at every fold of the garment, thin, barely there, but still shining bightly. A little bit like you.

Your new friend giggles as she waves the person who carried the gown in closer so they can help. „Sure,“ the respond comes several seconds later. „If you promise me to shine just as bright as your sisters tonight. Don‘t let them steal the spotlight all the time - there‘s a reason you‘re the favorite.“

❀ ❀ ❀

Na Jaemin is so beautiful, you almost want to cry.

Well, not like you‘d waste your tears on men. For a silly reason, atleast. But you‘d make an exception for this prince, who seems more angel than human, because his smile makes everyone in the room breathless and he doesn‘t seem to notice. Or maybe he does, and he enjoys it.

For the first time in long, you‘re sad that suitors only look for Soyeon.

Of course you wish the best for your sister. She‘s strict towards you, but she still loves you. She was the first person to see you walk, because she taught you how. Soyeon taught you how to tie your own corsage, because any proper woman should be able to. Every now and then, she forces you to sit down and study, even though it‘s not expected of princesses to be highly educated. But Soyeon expects it. She knows every corner of your razor-sharp intellect and she wants you to use it.

You want her to marry someone who treasures her. But you also want someone to look at you like everyone seems to look at her.

The promise you had given to the new girl rings in your head, but you can‘t seem to bring yourself to do it. Na Jaemin hasn‘t looked at you once. So you lower your head, and wait for it to be over.

„Dear Jaemin,“ your father speaks, voice carrying through the entire room. „We are so glad you made it. Tell me, young friend, how was your voyage? Pleasant, I hope?“

Even his voice sounds dreamy. „It was, thank you! Your country is as beautiful as always. I‘m glad to be welcome as a guest.“

Your mother laughs that. „You‘re always welcome,“ she says, and to an untrained ear, it would sound normal. Only her daughters hear the nervous undertone in her regal voice: the slight worry that Jaemin wouldn‘t want any of the princess, only paying a visit for friendship‘s sake...

Your father‘s kingdom has always bordered to the kingdowm of the Na‘s. To others, that would be a reason to fight. To your families, it was a chance at friendship over generations. The Na clan and the (l/n) clan have always supported each other, lending a hand when the other was in need and treating the other like family. Marriages are unusual, though. There was no need to join the two kingdoms together, but maybe it was time for change since for the first time in long, there are no sons in the lineage of your clan.

Maybe Jaemin has come to use that chance.

Everybody in the room is staring at him. How could they not? It was like an angel had walked into the room, even though his unusual blue hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Maybe he‘s going through a rebellious phase. The color suits him really well, anyways.

All eyes are on Jaemin, but the prince‘s eyes are on you. Past Soyeon and your sisters, Jaemin‘s gaze has wandered to the littlest princess, and he tips his head to the side in curiousity. Like this, he looks like a puppy. Sohye, your third-oldest sister, steps aside to reveal your hiding place, hand landing on your back to push you forward. Your alarmed gaze is met by her own stern one. The meaning is clear. Get out there.

„Who are you?“ Jaemin asks. Your heart stops.

Your father looks at you. His eyes are filled with pride, but also worry. He‘s not used to someone paying attention to his youngest. „This is (y/n),“ he introduces you, and Jaemin steps closer to take your hand. As his lips meet the back of your hand, you notice how he enjoys the way that you‘re blushing.

So he does know how good-looking he is! Kind of attractive, to be honest.

You bow your head in respect. „Pleased to meet you, Prince Jaemin,“ you greet him, and the smile he gifts you with makes you dizzy. It‘s like looking at the sun for too long. Your mother‘s gaze burns on your back. „Oh, the pleasure‘s all mine, I assure you,“ he responds seconds later, sun meeting his ocean locks and making them glimmer in the light.

His beauty is off the scales. Literally. There‘s not a way to measure how fast your heart is racing right now because of it.

When the young prince lets you go, your hand still feels warm. Your father grins and claps a hand on Jaemin‘s back, leading him away from the women with the promise of good alcohol waiting outside. The second they are out of sight, your sisters rush to you, curiousity painted on their faces.

„Do you think he likes you?“

„Do you like him?“

„Isn‘t he sooo pretty?“

„Girls,“ the queen sighs. She‘s the last one to approach you, arms crossed in front of her chest. She‘s trying really hard to seem composed, but you can see the excitement in her eyes, the silent hope of giving away a daughter. Any mother would be blessed to have a son-in-law like Na Jaemin. „He was just asking for her name, not her hand in marriage. Let‘s not get our hopes up. Things like these take time.“ Your mother hums. She can‘t keep up the act for long, though. „But do you think he likes (y/n)? Just out of curiousity.“

Curiousity. You, too, would like to know if he‘s as curious about you as you are about him.

❀ ❀ ❀

The servants come rushing into your room in the middle of the night and for a split second, you think the castle is under attack. But who in their right mind would smile while they’re being attacked? No one. Not your servants, atleast. They giggle and cheer as they lock your door and sit on your bed, tapping rhythms onto your blankets. “We bear good news, princess!” Jina, the youngest out of the bunch, speaks up.

You rub your eyes, still hazy from sleep. The moon is the only thing casting light into the chamber, giving everyone in it the appearance of a ghost. “What news would be so amazing that you’d cheer around like this?” you mutter, but you don’t want to spoil their fun. They’re in an exceptionally happy mood.

Haseul, who’s still wearing her work attire, inches closer. “I was the first one to know, princess,” she whispers, as if it was a state affair she’d be exposing. Her eyes look like jade stones when the light hits them just right. “The king and the foreign prince, Jaemin, they were walking in the garden and speaking rather loudly. I couldn’t help but overhear... and I’m very sorry for listening in, that was rather rude of me...”

“Haseul!” Jina cuts in, begging the older one to get to the point. The gardner clears her throat. “Right,” she laughs. “I couldn’t help but overhear the prince asking for his daughter’s hand in marriage... if she’d like to have him. He said, and I quote, ‘If she’d want to be mine as much as I want to be hers, there would be nothing more that’d be making me happier’.”

Your shoulders drop.

Of course he’d want to marry Soyeon. Really, it was a silly daydream to think that anyone would cast away your father’s precious kingdom at the low cost of one marriage. Any second now, they’ll tell you that your sister’s getting married and someone will finally come looking for you, and not the crown...

“And the king asked him, ‘Has Soyeon gotten into your head already?’, to which the young prince replied ‘My king, I know this must be rather ungrateful of me and if you want to reprimand me then please go ahead, but I’m asking for youngest, for sweet (y/n). If (y/n) feels the same. Otherwise, I’ll stay as planned for the next few days and then return to my father’.”

All servants look you in the face, waiting, hoping you would be as happy as them. You can barely register the news. Slowly, very slowly, you raise your hands and pinch your own cheeks. Once, twice. When nothing happens, your mouth falls open.

Jaemin wants to marry you. Someone actually looked you in the eyes and liked what they saw.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. Then, louder: “Oh my god! He wants me to marry him!”

The words work like a charm; the entire room fills with squeals and laughter, and you grab your girls to pull them onto the bed with you and hug them close. To any other princess, that would be unacceptable. But you’re not any other princess. You’re (y/n), with nothing to inherit but the kindness of your father and the loyalty of your mother, the stars in your eyes, Jaemin’s heart in your palms.

And if he wants it, you’ll give him your own on a silver platter.

❀ ❀ ❀

For once, you’re actually nervous about your appearance.

You tug at your hair, pull at the dress you’re wearing. Is your jewelry too much? Is the perfume annoying? Maybe lavender doesn’t look good on you. Yeah. Maybe changing into something nicer would be better...

“What are you doing?”

You turn around. It’s the new girl - the pretty face without a name. She smiles at you, hands pulling you away from the mirror to sit you down on a stool. You watch her reach for a comb and lean your head back as she starts untangling the knots in your hair. “I’ll braid it for you,” she says, voice as smooth as silk, “if you tell me what’s gotten you so nervous.”

You hum. “You haven’t given me your name yet. If this keeps up, I’ll just have to call you ‘friend’ instead of your name, and that gets rather confusing.”

“I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” The woman snickers. She divides your hair and starts braiding it into a side bun. Her touch is careful, soft. It takes her a few moments before she speaks again. “My name is Soojin. I was born and raised not far from the castle, and I’ve always dreamt of working here. There was this nice little princess everyone admired...” She moves to grab some fixing needles. “.. and I heard we were close in age. Naturally, my interest was piqued.” Carefully, they’re inserted into your hair. It looks really pretty, if your mirror isn’t fooling you. “And here I am.”

“Soojin.” You test the name, letting it roll off your tongue. “I like that.”

“And I’d like to hear about your fidgeting now.”

“Now who’s being blackmailed?”

Soojin giggles again. It sounds really cute when she does it, and you turn around to face her. The name fits, weirdly. You can’t explain why, but it just does. “I think the prince is going to propose to me,” you explain, heart racing again. The back of your hand tingles at the memory of his lips. “Haseul overheard him asking for my father’s blessing to marry me.”

“Leaving so soon?” She pouts, but it turns into a smile. You reach out to hold her hand. For a second, she’s taken aback by the physical affection, but gets used to it rather quickly. “I’m joking. I’m very happy for you, princess. Prince Jaemin is a good man. He’ll court you properly.”

“Thank you, Soojin.” You stand up, previous insecurities forgotten. Somehow, talking to Soojin had helped, and you’re calm now, the excitement making your heart flutter like a hummingbird. Other than that, you’re pretty tranquil. “And if you think I’d leave you behind like that, you must not have heard enough about me. If he .. really proposes, you’re moving with me. If he wants it or not.”

Soojin tips her head back to laugh heartily. “That sounds like a good plan.”

Your father had asked you to meet him in the garden, so with a last hug to Soojin, you depart from your room and begin rushing towards your favorite place in the entire castle. You spent your entire childhood prancing around inbetween the many plants and flower beds, even sitting down often to receive botany lessons from the gardners who worked there to keep your favorite flowers alive. You love the idea of planting something and helping it bloom by caring for it, just like your parents did with you. With their love and support, you grew into a confident woman that knows what she wants, and how to get it.

Flowers were your first love, in a sense. Maybe, if you‘d be lucky, the relationship between you and Jaemin could bloom into your last love.

The garden is unexpectedly empty. Your father is never late, unlike you, getting distracted by every pretty thing. The colored glass in the many hallways. The carnations displayed in the throne room. But there‘s another thing that‘s catching your eye right now: Na Jaemin, standing a few feet away from you, lots of gardenias in his hand.

„You‘re here,“ the prince speaks, heavenly smile spreading on his lips. You nod, heart skipping faster. Was it possible for a human person to look so beautiful? How come a single look from someone can make your knees feel so weak? It takes all your strength to walk to him, and a little bit more to look into his eyes. His gaze is warm, full of adoration.

It makes you giddy.

Jaemin lets his eyes wander over your face before he plucks a single flower out of his bouquet to put it behind your ear. The giggle you let out at that makes him laugh, aswell. Being with Jaemin feels so ... natural. Perhaps if you get to know each other better, this silent admiration could grow into something more. „I heard you like flowers,“ he speaks. „So I went and bought some for you. I hope you like them.“

„They‘re beautiful,“ you tell him, accepting them with the biggest grin on your lips. You‘d bet all your money your father told him about your infatuation with everything that blooms.

The wind tousles Jaemin‘s blueberry-colored hair. „They don‘t match your beauty, though.“ When his fingers brush past your cheek to put your own locks behind your ear, it sends electric currents down your skin. It‘s a pleasant feeling. „If you‘ll allow me, I‘d like to get to know you a little better, princess. For example, did I get your favorite flower right? What‘s your favorite time of the day? How is it that you‘re so cute?“

A heavy blush settles on your cheeks the second he compliments you, and Jaemin has the audacity to laugh at that. When he offers you his arm, you take it without hesitation, clutching the flowers in one arm and him with the other. „You did get it right,“ you admit. „The rest you‘ll have to find out over a cup of tea.“

❀ ❀ ❀

Days stretch into weeks as Jaemin spends every single minute he can spare with you.

You know now that Jaemin has a sugar tooth, and he kisses you on the cheek everytime you bring him candy to a meeting. The first time he did, the servants who were secretly spying almost passed out, which led to the king finding out about it. It was funny watching Jaemin apologize to him, but as soon as your father had turned around, his lips were on your skin again. He lives for the affection; it‘s easy to wrap him around your little finger by disheveling his hair or locking pinkies with him. You even do it in front of your parents and siblings, even though you still sometimes hide your hands behind the expensive material of your dresses. Jaemin grins at your sneakiness.

Though the prince learnt very quickly that gardenias were your favorite flowers, he suprises you with new bouquets often. Tulips, daisies, roses - every flower he sets eyes on makes him think of you, and he can‘t stop himself from buying them. You once spent an entire afternoon making flower crowns out of the many bouquets he buys you, and the second you set it on his head and call him „your king“, he drops anything and everything to cradle your face in his warm hands and kiss you all over.

It‘s no suprise to anyone that the first time your lips meet his, it‘s under the dreamy moonlight in the royal garden.

Jaemin‘s kisses get addicting. Despite being taught to act accordingly as a princess, you find yourself reaching out for him too many times than you can count, and it ends with you ressembling a cherry and both of your lips being swollen. (Soojin spends many hours covering up the many marks on your neck. Really, you should be grateful she‘s so talented with powder and paint!)

It finally happens when Jaemin takes you to see the ocean.

He helps you climb down the rocky path towards the beach, your dress always raised as to not rip the precious garment. „Maybe I should‘ve told you not to wear such a long gown before secretly taking you here,“ Jaemin snickers, arms curled around your waist. He presses you against his side while he carries you like someone would a baby, and you try to fight the embarrassment of his arms being just below your rear. Not like you don‘t like them there.

„That would‘ve been quite helpful,“ you grumble. Jaemin leans his head on yours when you hide your face in the crook of his neck, the cold wind of the ocean making your cheeks freeze up despite the warm weather. The sun is sending its‘ last rays of light over the horizon, but it’s still hot. Jaemin is dressed plainly, while you‘re parading around in what could be considered a ball gown. Well, not really. It‘s a thin, pretty dress that exposes your collarbones, but it has a train.

Obviously, you‘re very excited about all the sand that‘s going to ruin it.

Finally, you reach the beach, but Jaemin‘s neck is so warm. You‘d fall asleep like this, if it weren‘t for said man disturbing your slumber. „Look up, princess,“ your lover mumbles into your ear, the sound making goosebumps appear on your skin. He just has that effect on you. You raise your head and gasp, and the man in your arms laughs at the reaction.

„Do you like it?“

„I love it! Jaemin, it‘s wonderful!“

When you were smaller, your father had taken you and your sisters to the ocean. You remember splashing around in the shallow water, ruining the clothes you were wearing and making your parents burst into laughter. The many sandcastles you built. Your first swimming lessons, the first time you were taken into deeper water. You remember it all.

But this takes the cake.

Jaemin‘s scent mingling with the ocean breeze. Warm hands that hold you up for you to see everything. Miles and miles of water stretching out infront of you, the sun setting and painting the waves pink, red and orange. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

You don‘t even notice Jaemin setting you down, even though his lips on the sweet spot below your ear are a very good distraction from the sight in front of you. „What‘s hindering you, love?“ he asks, hands letting you go so you can bunch your skirts and walk towards the ocean. You leave him behind, adoration evident in your eyes.

This is perfect, you think. What you don‘t know is that it‘s going to get even better.

When you turn around to point out a ship leaving the port to Jaemin, you‘re greeted by the sight of the man of your dreams on one knee. He looks at you like you were the most beautiful view around here, and your knees almost buckle at the love and admiration you find in his eyes. He‘s so honest. When you look Jaemin in the eyes, you see every corner, nothing hidden. Because he trusts you. He wants you to have it all.

You‘re the one holding the keys to his heart. It only needs to be made official.

„(y/n),“ he says, voice trembling. Never has he been this nervous before. „My princess, my love. Whatever you‘d like to be called. In my eyes, you‘re already my queen. I was blessed by the universe the day I met you, and it only got better when I got to know the person behind those pretty eyes. Your heartwrenching laugh. The glimmer in your eyes when something makes you excited. The never-ending kindness that you treat the people around you with, no matter who it is. The first time I set eyes on you, your adorable face and the curiousity in your eyes as you hid behind Princess Sohye, I already knew I was head over heels. My heart has belonged to you for a long time, (y/n), without you even knowing it.“

You let him take your hand, squeezing it tightly as the tears run over your face. Here he is, holding a speech about his feelings for you, when you‘re about to drop to your knees yourself and spend the next few years about the love you hold for him in your entire body. He kisses the tips of your fingers, the back of your hand and lastly, your ring finger, lips lingering there for a few seconds.

„I want you to take it,“ Jaemin admits then. „I want to be called yours. I don‘t want to be king if it doesn‘t mean you at my side as the queen. I don‘t want to be Jaemin if it doesn‘t mean belonging to you, soul and body. I‘m asking you, (l/n) (y/n), emperor of my heart, would you like to marry me and make me the happiest man alive, for the rest of my life and beyond?“

You don‘t even answer. You fall head-first into his arms and lay him down on the sand so you can kiss his gorgeous face, and you accept the kiss he delivers to your lips without hesitation. All your feelings and your gratitude, you pour it into this kiss and straight into his heart.

„Of course I want to marry you, Na Jaemin,“ you whisper against his lips, turning the key in its‘ lock, sealing the deal forever. „I was getting rather impatient waiting for you to ask.“