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paegei · 3 months

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MOANER, GROANER, OR WHIMPERER ?

what sounds do the seventeen members make in bed ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

a/n: GUYS i am so sorry i haven't written in so long ╯︿╰ i lose motivation for things VERY easily. anywho,,, if anyone has any requests or anything feel free to send them in ! ( just be prepared for me to take my time to respond ϵ( ‘Θ’ )϶ )

MOANER:

jeonghan:

when i tell you this man has the PRETTIEST moans i mean it. borderline angelic. every noise that comes out of his mouth has you on the verge of orgasm LITERALLY. he's upstaging you i'm sorry !

joshua:

the things i would do to hear him moaning.... 28:50 of the youngji interview is EMBEDDED in my brain. def more on the quiet side, his moans are pretty low in volume, but he is for SURE right next to your ear cuz he knows how much his moans affect you.

jun:

pathetic moans. PATHETIC. loud, whiny, GUTTURAL moans. he also has no shame. and i mean that. does not care how loud he's being. he has to let you know how good you make him feel, who cares about who hears ? also def makes those ah- ah- ah- sounds before he cums

minghao:

hao's moans are like josh's, low in volume but close enough for you to hear. gives me the vibes of someone who doesn't make much noise in bed, he prefers to focus on your blabbering, but when his sounds grace your ears, it is HEAVENLY. ( his moans are borderline whimpers too just saying )

seungkwan:

DEEP. DEEP. SO DEEP. yk that one good to me performance where he said "make some noise" in his deep ass voice ? yeah, that's his tone in bed. moans coming straight from the chest LAWDDDDDD. was pretty shy at first when it came to making noise, but after seeing how badly it affected you ( because who wouldn't go insane hearing them ), he just goes AT IT. unless he's in sub mode and is borderline sobbing

GROANER:

seungcheol:

bro. words could not describe how hot this man sounds ( i would know we're actually married ). GUTTERAL groaning. genuinely sounds like he is working out ＞︿＜ lets out a groan every time he pulls out, followed by a whimper when he shoves his cock back in :/

wonwoo:

practically inaudible with how deep his groans are. all you would be able to hear is this deep grumble. rarely likes making sounds in bed as he prefers to be all ears for your moans, but hey, sometimes good sex makes a man whimper okay there's nothing wrong with that :3

vernon:

kinda like jun, in the aspect that his groans have a pathetic tilt to them. every sound he makes, no matter how hard he tries to keep them in, just ends up sounding absolutely RUINED. im talking you'd think he was crying from how desperate he sounds ( maybe he is who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

chan:

he's right on the barrier between groans and gasps. OMLLLL HIS LITTLE GASP WHEN HE FIRST SLIPS IN !!!!!!!!!!! no shame either he wants to let the whole world know he's getting the best pussy of his LIFE. anime girl ~gah~ kinda noises IM SORRY

WHIMPERER:

jihoon:

dooooont care what you think. he WHIMPERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his whimpers are very low in volume however, he knows that if the guys ever found out the little noises he makes for you he would be a goner. tries his hardest to hold the whines back, much to your dismay, but at least then you get the gorgeous sight of him biting his lip till it bleeds (/▽＼)

seokmin:

man does not care how embarrassing his sounds are he NEEDS you to know how good you feel. he is the EPITONE of whimpers. men be afraid to moan in their girls ear, but seokmin is sobbing out "f-fuck oh m- oh my god- 's good, 's good-" and other barely audible curses :3

mingyu:

his whimpers are WET sorrynotsorry. im saying he's borderline drooling. dumb puppy can't help it if your cunt feels so good :( sobs, cries, just the most desperate and shaky words tumbling from his mouth ( if he can still form words is a different story ).

ALL OF THE ABOVE:

soonyoung:

does not give a FUCK what noise he is making, he's just going for it. somehow sounds like whimpers, cries and growls all in one ?? also yes 80% of the time he is growling but are we suprised. just says any word that comes to his mind too. bro does nawt understand why people hold in their moans... if it feels good, it feels good you know ?

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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dragcnbreak · 6 months

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AHHH THE AGE REGRESSION ONES R SO CUTE I NEED MORE!!!!! maybe one where reader is having like a breakdown/ptsd flashback which results in them regressing involuntarily and mike comforts them? could be headcanons or a fic idrc :3

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE GET THE CG MIKE VISION… here is my attempt at writing something along those lines!!! I hope u enjoy nonnie <3

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The Schmidt household was practically a second home to you. You crashed on the couch more often than not and even had a drawer full of your things in Mike’s room for easy access. Your living situation was less than ideal and you felt more comfortable with Mike and Abby than anyone else so it just worked out.

That’s how you found yourself outside their door one morning, knowing it would be just Mike at the house as Abby had already left for school. You used your key and offered a shaky smile to the sleepy man on the couch. “Hey.” He says at first, taking a few seconds to look up at you. When he finally does, his eyes widen at the tears running down your cheeks and he rushes towards you.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Mike asks, using his thumb to wipe under your eyes. You don’t answer but instead, you start to sob loudly. He’s definitely awake now, all his attention on you. He helps you the best he can to the couch so you can sit down. The second he sits down with you, you fling yourself into his arms and continue your breakdown.

Mike is quick to hold you, rubbing your back softly and whispering soothing things like “it’ll be okay” and “I’ve got you”. It helps more than he knows and the both of you sit there for what seems like hours.

When you begin to quiet down, you detach yourself from him and rub at your eyes. “Are you feeling any better?” Mike asks you and you nod lazily, a sudden tiredness washing over you. “T’ank you, Mikey.” The slurring and the nickname alerts Mike to the fact that sometime during your crying session, you slipped into littlespace.

You didn’t age regress too often, specifically around Abby. But Mike was always more than happy to take care of you when you did, especially when you were sad. “Of course, baby,” he uses his favorite nickname for you when you’re in that headspace, “how about we get you something to eat and drink and then you go take a nap?” He continues.

You nod again, “m’kay.” The idea of eating doesn’t sound too bad and you know you need to stay hydrated, even more so after crying. Mike grabs the television remote and turns on Abby’s favorite channel with all the cartoons. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and then hurries to the kitchen.

He and Abby had just had breakfast so he heats up the remaining pancakes and bacon, periodically checking on you. He slathers the pancakes with butter like he knows you like it and also cuts them up. Mike then delivers them to you on a plate.

You lighten up a bit at the food, starting to dig in as he goes to get you a glass of water. He comes back and sets it on the table in front of you. Before too long, you’ve finished your food and water and are back rubbing your eyes tiredly again.

“How about that nap?” Mike offers with a knowing smile. You nod and make grabby hands, indicating you want to be picked up. The man isn’t the most built but he works out enough to easily pick you up, knowing how much you like it when he does. You wrap your arms around his neck while he holds your thighs not too tight.

In a few seconds, you’re in Mike’s room and he deposits you carefully on his bed. He tucks you in so you’re nice and safe and comfortable. He’s about to turn away when you stop him. “Can we cuddle, please?” You ask and he already knows he’s not going to say no. He hums and slips into the bed, fortunately already in comfortable wear.

In the bed, you turn to face the wall opposite the door and Mike catches on, wrapping you up in his arms. Before he knows it, you and him fall asleep even with the sun peeking through the blinds at you both.

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this was kinda therapeutic to write because ive been going through a tough time myself :( tysm for the request <3

#mine #text #my fanfics #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s movie #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x female reader #mike schmidt x gn!reader

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catcze · 7 months

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here me out.. so like i was scrolling a pinterest and i found this one song on spotify called “cigarettes out the window x dangerously yours” and the first thing i thought about is neuvillette!! LIKE THE BRAINROTS IN MY HEAD RN. reader and him are in his office 😱

OH OH OH OH OH OKAY HOLD ON HOL D ONNNN 👀👀👀👀 The way i opened YT so fast!??! HASKJDNA but my GOD do i see what u mean anon—

I'm getting vibes of reader who is, perhaps, from the fatui? or from some other hostile organization (idk im workign on it 💔) and they get assigned to be a double agent at the Palais Mermonia and acquire sensitive information for the organization they work for. Initially, they weren't supposed to do anything complicated— they certainly weren't even supposed to ever cross paths with the chief justice of Fontaine. But what do you know, Neuvillette falls for you first and invites you out to a meal, and you can't necessarily refuse.

Your superiors are delighted by the change in plans— if you get closer to the chief justice, you could easily get your hands on all sorts of information! So, although you're hesitant, you're forced to go along with getting closer to Neuvillette. But over time, you find that he's much, much more than most people think he is. He's more caring and gentle that most realize, and he's so sweet. Gods, he is so sweet. The way he cares for every single melusine is adorable. The way he enthusiastically encourages you to try water that he imported from gods-knows-where, just because he says that it taste fresh and clear like no other. And the way his eyes shine when you take a sip and tell him that he's right, that it's sp distinct, and he smiles, and you don't have the heart to tell him that in truth, it just tastes like water to you.

Before you know it, you're actually falling for Neuvillette. Not for the mission, not for the files. You're genuinely becoming head over heels for him. You can't tell your superiors this— you know you'd be pulled out and disposed of immediately now that you're compromised, but you can't go along with deceiving Neuvillette anymore. But if you tell him... no doubt he'd turn you away, like the double-crosser you are.

But you still find yourself in front of his office anyway, a heavy hand and a heavier heart knocking on his doors.

"Come in," he says.

And it's hard. Gods, it's so hard to come clean to him. You stutter and you just can't seem to spit out the words, so Neuvillette decides to talk first. He pulls something out of a drawer and sets it on his desk, opening its contents for you to see. And you gasp, because these are the files that you had been told were the highest priority. If you ever got your hands on them, you were to risk your life to get them back to your organization.

"Why are you showing me this?" You ask him, voice quiet, brow furrowed. Your hand reaches out to touch the papers, but you hesitate. Neuvillette just watches you, smiling mysteriously.

"Because you have my wholehearted trust," is all he says, and it's enough to break you.

The tears come flowing faster than you can help them. There's a lump in your throat, making it hard to breathe. Even as you splutter out the words, the confessions to why you're here, why you got close to him, and everything else in between, Neuvillette listens patiently. He doesn't yell, doesn't glare or curse you out. He doesn't shout for guards to come and toss you into the darkest pits of Meropide. Instead, he's calm.

"I know," he says as a means of explanation, and you still. His hand reaches across the desk, holding yours gently. "Since the very first day we met, when you stood beside me drenched in rain on the balcony, I've known. And my heart is yours anyway."

You shake your head, still crying quietly. "I will betray you. If not, I will be killed."

Neuvillette's hand squeezes yours. "Do you think so little of me that I would allow any harm to befall you, my love?"

"I think the world of you," you argue, and he smiles.

"There is no safer place for you than by my side. Should there be any threat to your life, I would use every ounce of my power to dispose of it, " Neuvillette vows. "Your organization has made a great many mistakes, but the greatest of them all has been sending you to me, and expecting me to ever let harm befall you."

HAJSDSAJKL LISTEN the monologue in the clip that i found (hopefully we're talking abt the same mashup ?!?!?) was longer + had more drama but OUGH my brain craves soft sweet tender romance without too much drama and life-or-death haksdkajs

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes

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iheartcake123 · 10 months

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Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?

Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀

☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️

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gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.

tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.

gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.

“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.

it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.

with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?

after searching, he still couldn’t find you.

and that’s when he heard it.

your voice.

it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.

you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.

“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.

gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.

he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.

when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?

with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.

gwi-nam’ voice.

never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?

“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.

you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.

“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.

he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.

“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly “im glad you’re safe y/n”

“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.

gwi-nam was missing an eye.

“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.

“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.

you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.

“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.

after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.

“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.

how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.

although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.

in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.

you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.

“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.

you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.

“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.

you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.

“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.

“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.

“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.

it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.

you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.

all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.

“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.

“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.

“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”

“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.

“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”

“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know you’re place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.

you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.

god, this couldn’t be good.

you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.

he then stood up and walked away into a corner.

“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.

he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.

“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.

“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.

“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.

your heart began to beat fast.

“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.

“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.

in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.

after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.

#kdrama imagine #all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagines #all of us are dead fic #gwi nam fic #gwi nam imagine #gwi nam #gwi nam imagines #gwi nam x reader #aouad imagines #aouad #writing #kdrama x reader #yoon gwi nam

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tachimichishrine · 5 months

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First of all I must say that... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE VALUABLE CONTENT OF TACHIHARA, I NEED MORE OF THIS BEAUTY, I LOVE EACH OF YOUR WRITINGS AND... It's still going around in my head how the virgin Tachihara would react receiving his first oral, I need to see this guy cry 👏.

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; drug + alcohol use implied ; slight voyeurism/ public sex ; degradation ; masturbation (m) ; oral (giving) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; pt 2 of ruining pre-hunting dogs tachi im making this a goddamn series and it's gonna have more episodes than one piece

the engine purred quietly when your grip on the wheel was loose and your toes dipped on the pedal. your windows were rolled down and the breeze was blowing through his ebony hair.

the scent of the damp night horizon mixed in quite nicely with the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down tachihara's leg. you were leaning back in the seat, a gentle laughter as you snuck glances at his expression.

"the night's still young," you murmured teasingly, thumb rubbing up on his inner thigh. "you sure you don't-"

"shut up." his voice was shaking a lot more than he cared to let on, the quiet sigh almost lost in the wind.

it was too easy. you could see the silhouette of the bulge in his pants from after you'd pulled him into an empty car and ruined him, and his face was doing a terrible job at concealing it. your eyes were trained on the street but every sense was honed in on his subtle squirming and the hitching of his breath.

"woah, someone's uptight. need some help letting loose?"

not a chance was given because your fingertips were getting way too close and he couldn't back his hips into the seat to shy away from your touch anymore. you swerved on the empty roads, running lights and accelerating brashly, partly because you wanted to instill in him the high pressure, blood-pumping adrenaline that your hazy mind was experiencing.

he let out a muffled whimper once you pushed down with the palm of your hand and rubbed along the length. you were high on the aftertaste of the blunt you'd been smoking and drunk on the control of having him come apart so easily when you increased the pressure and stole a husky groan from his chest. he was practically twitching in your grasp when you curled around him and handled him just a little harder.

"want me to pull over and take care of ya?" you asked, the words kind and considerate but the way you were almost jerking him off like you wanted him to break were anything but.

his ego wouldn't let him. "nah, I-I'm... mnnn I'm good."

you shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile. "if you say so."

the ride back was worse than he could've ever imagined. he figured you'd act like last time, when you wasted no time in sliding under layers of clothing and got straight to the point. maybe you were taking it easy before, and the fact that he was hard all over again just thinking about it was signal enough that you had the green light to do with him as you pleased yet you did nothing drastic.

he didn't know what to do with his hands. any action to shed a few garments resulted in you pulling off of him completely with a teasing 'tsk' like you weren't pleased he was trying to do something himself. it took begging - something he'd never thought he'd do - in the most lustful, pathetically needy pleads just to get you to go back to teasing him. the closest thing he got to relief was when you slid your hand up his shirt then down his pants to keep playing with him without ever making skin-to-skin contact.

tachihara let out a frustrated groan. "please, stop fuckin' with me, and just-"

"fuck you?" you completed the thought, giggling at yourself while he kept shifting himself on the seat to get you to be as close as possible. "you wait this long and suddenly you're so impatient, tachi. what ever happened to good things come to those who wait?"

his mind wanted to tell you to shut the hell up with your perky responses but it was busy being corroded by pulsating senses shooting up his body. he couldn't handle it anymore; you oscillated between a slower and a faster pace in order to give him the one he didn't want. if it wasn't for his need for you to do it for him, he would've pounded himself just for a temporary escape from the embarrassing situation of moaning in the stolen car in front of you. he tried to cover it up with more curses but every attempt was getting further and further away from fooling everyone.

it was a wonder how you hadn't gotten him to cum in his pants from the stimulation alone by the time you'd arrived back at the apartment. who knows whose it was, all you cared about was that your gang of misfits crashed there every night and right now the windows were flashing bright colours and you could basically hear the music from down where you were.

"so that's what those dickheads have been doin'," you remark as if nothing had been happening, climbing out of the vehicle you'd parked and taking a look upwards. "that's too bad, I'm sure you would've preferred privacy."

"I would've preferred...?"

his half-formulated question received a half-formulated answer when you pulled him by the wrist onto the side of the building, an alleyway that was dirty and grimy and dark and perfect for what you were about to do.

"mmnf~" he had a hard time resisting, let alone taking charge when you had his slammed against yet another hard surface with your hands all over him and your lips grinding up on him almost as roughly as your hips. if he wasn't already stimulated, bringing up your thigh to the side of his hip in order to hump yourself on him was the final straw.

"shit, don't make me ask again," tachihara tried to say forcefully but one roll of your clothed cunt got him nearly apologizing and begging you to be nice. there was no way you were going to let him brat tonight.

"better," you considered, your hand going back down to where it had previously ventured, but this time sliding under both pants and underwear in one fell swoop. there wasn't enough space, his pants taking the brunt of the aggression when you yanked your wrist back and the button popped off. he barely had time to register that you'd done away with his belt again when you were jerking him off so expertly he felt his body go weak and whole world blur.

maybe he was inexperienced, but maybe you were just too good: your command for him to spit in your hand brought another layer of red over his features, but goddamn was it worth it when you were lubing him up with his own saliva while pulling and pushing with talented fingers. you toyed with the end, which you could guess would be flushed a pretty pink if his cock wasn't veiled by the night. you drew circles around the pre-cum that was already pearling out the tip then smeared it all over the sensitive flesh. you paused the stroking for a moment to center it in your palm and rotate it softly and slowly, and for a second through his clenched eyelids he could've sworn he was being handled by a deity.

you didn't bother kissing him anymore, as the distance allowed you to look at him with his features illuminated by glowing neon and low yellow. your free hand pinched his face, his chin resting in the junction between index and thumb while you squeezed tightly and brought him at an angle to look at you.

"open 'em," you commanded, and he did after a bit of hesitation, or was it shame? the answer wasn't clear until you noticed water pooling over his lashes and struggling whimpers. "aww, am I takin' it too hard on ya?"

a rhetorical question; you slammed your hand back into his hips and his cock was having a difficult time not unraveling with every hard, borderline violent thrust. you checked in every once in a while, 'too much?', 'does this still feel good?', 'you want more, baby?' but every sultry sentence was just a ruse. the only confirmation you needed was the spasming of his muscles as he came all over your hand.

he was so glad the high had passed and the buildup was over, even though every second felt so fucking good it was also humiliating to hear the echo of his own moan in an alleyway right outside your apartment complex in the dead of the night.

except that you didn't stop.

you knew just how sensitive he would be after his orgasm washed over him, yet you were mercilessly watching the tears stream down his perfect little face while you fucked him roughly in the aftermath. it was only through whining and begging to slow down that you kissed him again to get him to shut up. his lips tasted so good, salty from the tears and you opened your mouth against his gasps to let your tongue dance along the back of his teeth and roll over on the roof of his mouth.

too much, it was too much: your hand pounding him harshly with fingertips groping at his balls to balance the pain with pleasure, your teeth wrapped around his bottom lip while sucking it into you, not to mention your free hand grabbing at and massaging his ass. he didn't know what to feel except aroused as the blood rushed back down into his cock and he was about to do it all over again.

"hard again so soon?" you quipped. he didn't have the ability to respond since your hand had resized its grip again and he was losing his mind for a third time tonight. "you really are a fuckin' whore. fucked you in my cunt, fucked you on my hand... all that's left now..."

and you dropped to your knees.

he couldn't even look at you, his throat dry and rasping while he recovered from the sudden lack of touch for the instant where you positioned yourself with your face on his hips and somehow managed to tease him worse than before.

tachihara preferred it like this. at least this way you didn't have a direct view of his tears and sobs while you fluctuated once more from dreadful overstimulation to languid motions. it was still cold out, but his body felt so warm from everything pumping in his veins, particularly his cock once you'd had your fun edging him with your tongue and slowly shifted towards sucking him off.

"nng... fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, voice breaking with every word. "d-don't... don't fuckin' st-ahhh~"

you had no intention of stopping until his knees were weak and he couldn't manage a single word. your tongue rolled over every part of him that got his body twitching and the strong muscle sucked down so hard he thought you'd just slurp his cum straight out of him like a goddamn sippy cup. his hands gripped onto the back of your skull to hold you, but he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to pull you off or push you on.

it didn't take long for him to snap once more and shoot hot liquid down your throat and face. he couldn't see you spitting it all out on the dirty pavement because the pleasure was just too much and he was trembling from all the sensations, porcelain cheeks adorned with streaks of his lust broken apart by your own. you dusted off the dirt from your knees and shot him a devilish smirk before kissing him, making him taste himself.

"shhh, it's ok," you murmured into his lips, hand caressing his face softly while you rubbed the tears with your thumb. "you did so good for me, baby. I wanted you to have a real taste of what I can do, so why don't we head in and you don't worry your pretty little head about this, yeah?"

his panting was loud, but he managed to cool down enough to sound coherent. "mmmn, yeah... yeah, let's do... that..."

"don't tell me you want more, you little slut." it was reflexive, at this point, to react this way when he was acting cute and oh so corruptible. your hand was loosely wrapped around his neck with the other trailed down his abdomen, all the while your entire body was trapping him against the brick wall again.

"'cause there are a whole lot of other ways I can fuck you, baby."

#ANON ANYTHING W TACHIHARA IN IT IS SUBLIME I WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH ALL THAT I CAN TIS MY DUTY🫡#the best people love tachi and the best of the best want to see him covered in tears i don't make the rules we're just superior #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara smut #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tachihara x reader smut #down bad tm #tachi fics #im unwell for them

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Hi congrats on 300 followers!! can i ask for match up with genshin and hsr character ( i prefer male)

Detail about me:

she/her, adult, taurus, height : 148 cm, straight black hair, light skinned, from south east asia, don't stand cold, have bad knee joint in my left leg so i must careful when running if i don't want to fall over, i tend to slipped and fall over quite many times because of this.

Personality: a bit of crybaby (i cry easily even when i try to hold it), quite prideful and not easily admit my mistakes, but if i try i can. Not really street-smart. I'm quite naive for my age. im willing to learn from my mistakes if i see it. trying to be polite to everyone i meet. I'm quite a people pleaser on the outside.

I tend to dress simply and don't wear many accessories, like to wear pants over skirt and i like to be practical.

When i like it and the inspiration appear, i like to draw simple chibi arts of my favorite fictional characters. In the past i loved to draw full body and more detailed works but not anymore in these days.

I more like loner-type and tend to search for quiet place to do my things. People said i'm always like to be alone and dazing even though i'm listening to them. I like flowers and leafy-plants because it make me at peace when looking at them. I'm jasmine tea lover, and i like jasmine fragrance best.

Thank you for this match up event!!

Hey sweetie

DAN HENG

Ah yes, two loners being alone together, but not lonely

He considers your sensitivity completely valid and ,even though not the best at comforting, he tries his best in trying to make you feel better and generally to avoid you being sad

Naive? No worries, Dan Heng is your guard dog and will just yank you away from the situation if he thinks you're falling for something you shouldn't, he can't let his sweetheart be tricked can he now?

He's definitely super confused as to how polite and sweet you are to others, like how do u have the energy for that?! He's genuinely impressed and most of the time Is just next to you silently staring into the person's soul

ALBEDO

An unexpected duo, that's for sure

Albedo's all serious and analytical, while his sweetheart is all sweet and sensitive.

Honestly speaking, albedo would find great interest in you, I mean why wouldn't he, but really he finds you very amusing and always tried to get to know everything you think and that's bothering you

As an artist himself he finds your chibi art very cute and a "stylistic choice" (don't worry he loves it)

And if you decide to draw a chibi of him, he's gonna take it and just silently stare at it and say thanks

But later you'll find it by his workplace ,taped on the wall nicely.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #genshin fluff #honkai star rail x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #honkai x reader #genshin headcanons #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo x male reader #dan heng x female reader #dan heng x gender neutral reader #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng x reader

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Heartbreak

request: can you please do the rise turtles helping y/n through a rlly hard breakup? Like the kind of breakup that happens out of nowhere after everything seemed to be going fine? But also (bc im a criminal) can you make the turtles be in love w y/n, they just don’t wanna make them feel worse so they pine for the affection?

a/n: here we gooo <3 @b00tyshakerr9000 these are for you my dear friend

warning: angst, cursing, fluff, comfort endings, slight alcohol consumption

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Raph

Raph had been having a great time with you, the two of you lazing around together showing each other music the two of you were interested in at the moment. Or silly memes/tiktoks. He loved days like this where nothing was on the agenda, and yet the two of you could still have a great time together.

You had been showing him a music video on your phone when it was suddenly replaced with the call screen, Raph saw briefly who the caller was, a bunch of hearts added onto the end of the name. “Oh! Let me take this real quick,” you said a smile forming on your face. As long as you were happy, Raph was happy, he couldn’t help the grin taking hold of his own face at your cute reaction.

“Heyy~” you answered not bothering to get up or leave the room because you were comfortable with Raph. “What’s wrong?” You said tone going serious and Raph who had been looking down at his phone trying to pretend he wasn’t listening in, glanced your way. “What do you mean..” your voice was barely a whisper now, and you stood up suddenly. “Wait, no don’t hang up, please!” And Raph was on his feet, in front of you as your arm went slowly back down to your side.

“Y/n? What happened??” He asked worriedly not liking how emotionless you looked. You looked to the sound of his voice but it was like you couldn’t seen him, you were looking straight through him. “They don’t love me anymore,” you said. And Raph scrunched up his face, “Y/n..”

“No, they just broke up with me, three years, and now nothing.” You said starting to pace. Raph wanted to hold you, but he settled for, “it’ll be okay, Y/n you don’t need them!” He hadn’t known much about your ex but you talked about them a lot. It hadn’t always been happy, he knew of the fights but you always were so sure they were the one, and that the two of you could come out stronger together.

You placed a hand over your heart, closing your eyes tightly trying to keep from crying. “Y/n I’m here for you,” Raph said pulling you to him gently, hugging you close. And you let him as you cried, not understanding where it had gone wrong. It was silent tears at first, then sobs that had shaken your shoulders. Raph held on to you tightly, “Raph what if I’m just unloveable?” You cried into the fabric of his grey hoodie. Raph tilted your head up slowly, “Y/n that’s impossible,” he looked down at you with teary eyes and a small smile.

“You’re my best friend, and I’ll always care about you,” Raph said hands going around your center and pulling you close again. He had almost kissed your forehead. But he knew he shouldn’t, he was already walking a tight line, he didn’t want to overwhelm you right now, this wasn’t the time. But all these emotions made him want to pour out his heart to you, he could love you, he did love you. He rubbed his cheek on the top of your head. “Thank you Raph,” you said and the two of you finally pulled away. “Anytime,” he nodded and it was quiet for a moment.

“Let’s go do something,” you said as you wiped your cheeks trying to get rid of the tear stains. “Like what?” Raph asked, “I don’t know something fun!” You laughed weakly wanting to just forget about everything for a little while. “I think I know just the thing..” Raph nodded and you let him lead the way.

You’d been on a rooftop before, but being on top of Raph’s shoulders, as he jumped easily from building to building, it was a different feeling entirely. At first you had been scared, but it wore off. And soon you had one hand in the air, the other clinging onto the top of his shell. Though even if you wanted to let go completely Raph was holding onto your legs securely, he was positive he wouldn’t let you fall. You yelled out excitedly the lights from the billboards making everything more colorful.

“You always know what to do,” you said as he came to a stop. Your hands going to hold his face as you leaned forward so your face came into view of his. He smiled up at you and shrugged, “I get lucky most times,” he said sheepishly and you shook your head, “No you’re perfect,” his cheeks darkened at the compliment. “Do you think we could have a sleepover tonight?” You said going back to sitting straight up and he nodded immediately. You smiled as he turned around, “wanna stay on my shoulders?” He asked as he squeezed your ankles, “yeah I like it up here,” and the both of you laughed.

Donnie

Donnie peeled off his gloves and lifted his goggles. Oh how the time flew by when he worked on his precious inventions. He patted the metal hood of an unfinished turtle buggy. Smaller than the tank, bigger than the motorcycle. Donnie liked having options. He stretched out his arms as he left the garage, heading for his room because he didn’t have his phone.

He usually carried it with him always, but he hadn’t wanted any distractions so he left it in his room. The downside to that was he really had no idea how much time had passed unless someone came looking for him. Donnie landed on his bed face down sighing, he was tired and sleep called to him but he reached for his phone. First noticing the time, it was really late, he must’ve been working in the garage for hours!

The next thing he noticed was a missed call from you, along with a voicemail. You had called an hour ago which made Donnie immediately open up the voicemail, you weren’t this much of a night owl. Sure you stayed up and had late nights on occasions but he knew you had work in the morning. He clicked the play button and at first all he could hear was silence, “…Donnie?” your voice was soft as if you were trying to hold back emotion. “I really-“ your voice broke off and he heard you take a shaky breath, “can you come over when you get the chance?” and then the message ended.

Donnie was up and moving, he wondered if you’d still be awake, by the sound of your voice whatever had happened it was serious. He decided to send you a quick message letting you know he was on his way. But he didn’t get a response back. He mulled over waiting til tomorrow but as he listened to your message again he was out in the sewers and climbing the ladder to the surface before he could overthink it.

“You came?” You said in slight disbelief as you opened the door to find Donatello on the other side, in a purple hoodie and black track pants. “You called,” he smiled at you but it faded as he saw tears spring in your eyes and you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was shocked to say the least but held you close, “Y/n, do you wanna talk about it?”

His heart was pounding, as you slowly let him go and opened the door wider for him to enter. He waited for you to close the door, you were sniffing and trying to maintain some composure but now that you had someone here it was like every wall you had built up came crashing down. “They broke up with me,” you said leaning your back against the door. Donnie’s eyes widened, “what happened??” He asked concerned as he watched your eyes water again, you shook your head.

“I don’t know, they didn’t give an explanation. Just ‘I’m done’ and I haven’t heard from them since.” you muttered bitterly. And it hurt Donnie to see you this way, he wanted to fix it, make everything better. But he didn’t know how, “I’m sorry Y/n.. but they didn’t deserve you anyways.” He said reaching for your hand to pull you out of the memories that were flashing before your mind. You blinked and looked down at his hand holding yours, “thanks Dee, I just can’t help but feel.. I don’t even know, confused? wronged? betrayed?” You squeezed his hand as you continued,

“I thought we were in love, i thought they loved me just as much-“ you sighed not having the strength to continue on. You had been stuck with these thoughts in your head. Dragging you down into a depression so deep that you had called Donnie, your best friend, in your time of need. He squeezed your hand back, offering comfort with touch rather than words because he truly didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t want to make things worse either. Like he could say, “I love you, just as much, if not more than anyone could ever love another person.” But he didn’t. He didn’t want to throw his emotions in to an already emotional situation. “Can you stay the night?” You spoke quietly, not looking up at him but clinging to his hand like it was a lifeline. “Of course Y/n, I’ll always be here when you need me,”

That night Donnie sat with you on your couch as the two of talked about anything and everything. Movies playing in the background that both of you would pay attention to when there was a moment of silence. You fell asleep first, head leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently leaned his on top of yours. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured to you knowing it was true. You were one of the strongest people he knew, and with that thought he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with you.

Leo

“They said WHAT?” Leo spit out his drink turning to face you, standing rod straight. “That it was all a mistake,” you slurred, waving your hand around wildly. “That we don’t work anymore and that I should move on,” your head slumped down to the table and you continued to whimper to yourself about love not being real.

Leo had portaled in about 30 minutes ago. You had been drinking and texting him about how upset you were. But every time he had asked why, you wouldn’t answer and just texted something random. He knew something was up and took matters into his own hands. Portaling in and seeing the cans he immediately cut you off (and helped himself to the can you had already opened… what?! it’d be a waste to chunk it!)

You hadn’t made a fuss and after some convincing Leo had you spilling what you were drinking over. “Damn,” Leo muttered and you turned your head to the side, blowing out a breath to move a strand of hair. “Yeah,” you agreed. “Fuck ‘em!” Leo said and thumped the can to the counter before chugging the rest of the drink. Crushing the empty can in his hand before throwing it in the trash. “You can’t drink and portal Lee,” you said narrowing your eyes.

“Exactly, sleepover at your place!” He said with jazz hands as he shot you a wink. “Perfect, just what I need the night I’m dumped,” you said sarcastically. And Leo flopped down on the seat next to yours. “You wound me, I know you want me to stay and cheer ya up,” he said it jokingly but it was the truth. Your face went still, “yeah,” you said before turning your head back to the table.

You felt his finger poke your cheek, and you groaned, but he kept poking until you finally turned, “what?” You said not surprised that he was now copying you, head on the table, turned to look at you. “Y/n, you’re better off without them.” He said seriously, “and if you need someone to lean on, lean on me,”

He kept going, “and I promise you that I’ll always look out for you,” at the last part you noticed a dark green blush underneath his bandana. You smiled softly, “thanks Leo,” he smiled at you too, then stuck out his tongue, “got anymore of them cans?” and you scoffed. “No and even if I did, you’re not getting anymore, bad enough you had half of one!” You groaned wondering how long you had til Raph would come to find out and bite your head off.

“I’ll protect you,” Leo said out of nowhere. “From anybody, Big Raphie included,” and you shook your head, “Raph would most definitely kick your blue butt,” and Leo gasped. Looking at you with disbelief, “I’m the-“

You finished off his sentence, already knowing what he was gonna say, “greatest ninja ever,” you teased and he smirked, “that’s more like it,” Leo said and you couldn’t help but laugh. The rest of the night had been a blur, Leo mainly doing a great job of distracting you, and acting a bit more tipsy than he really was. Prank calling his brothers, mainly Mikey. And playing intense matches of board games or cards. “Let’s call it a night,” you yawned and the cards flew wildly out of his hands as he tried to shuffle for the tenth time. “You sure?” He said giving up on the cards completely.

“Yeah I just wanna sleep it all off,” you sighed and leaned back in your chair. Leo copied you again, keeping his eyes on you, “want me to head out?” and you shook your head, “sleepover remember?” and you got up to go get your pillows and blankets. He watched as the dragged on your floor, your arms full and overflowing, “Allow me,” he chuckled and portaled it all to the couch easily. “Handy,” you smiled and both of you were on the couch, under the covers in no time. “You can watch a movie if you want, I’ll probably pass out in a couple of minutes,” you said as you got comfy. Stretching out your feet and Leo placed them on his lap so you could do so fully.

“Goodnight Y/n” Leo said as he watched your eyes flutter close soon after, you mumbled back your reply too tired to stay up any longer. He sighed, “and good riddance to the ex,” he whispered, looking up at the ceiling above him and wondering about a lot. Mostly his feelings for you. He knew he liked you a lot, but what he felt now was all-consuming. He hated how you tried so hard to act like you weren’t hurting. You were a lot like him in that regard. Trying to put a front and stay strong. But he’d be there for you, like he promised, and his eyes closed.

Mikey

It had been over text and Mikey had been holding your phone. He hadn’t meant to click it, but it was like second nature, if he saw a notification he just clicked it, not thinking much of it as he handed over the phone, teasing you at who it was. “It’s themmm~”

You shoved Mikey after snatching your phone back. Looking happy and expectant at the message. But as your eyebrows furrowed and he watched as you eyes read on, he started to get anxious. “Y/n?” He said worriedly as you kept quiet and kept rereading.

“Hm?” You said absentmindedly, and Mikey tried again, “Everything okay?” his pointer fingers coming together tapping quietly. “No,” you breathed out heavily. “Are they okay?” Mikey chewed on his lower lip and you finally looked up from your phone. “Yeah,” you said, closing it and then completely shocking Mikey as you threw your phone down to the ground, it hit an orange rug with a loud thud.

“What’s going on??” Mikey said grabbing for your hands but doing so too late, you were out of his bed and going for the door. He ran after you, “Y/n please,” Mikey said not liking the lack of communication between the two of you. Not understanding what was happening at all just that something was definitely wrong. “I can’t Mikey,” you shook your head, “not here, I wanna go home,” you said and tears fell down.

You touched your cheek in shock, not having felt like crying but feeling rage. And yet you were crying, that realization only had more tears spilling out and Mikey was there pulling you to him and down both of you went as your legs gave out. “I- they- it’s over! We’re done and I’m alone again!” you said in disbelief.

You had put everything you were in that relationship, never had you thought of it ending this way, so out of the blue. “Shhh” Mikey said softly, petting your hair as he tried to calm you. “Don’t worry, I’m here, you’re not alone Y/n,” he said to you, trying to be calm. He too was angry, he’d never seen you like that before, so completely devastated. He wanted to fix it, to hurt the one who had done this to you!

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold back from gritting his teeth or locking his jaw. You calmed down and so did he. Your hands rubbing his shell and he rubbed your back. “I think I’ll be going through the seven stages,” you tried to joke, already having felt multiple emotions like disbelief, rage, sadness. You wanted acceptance to come along already.

“Well I’ll be there for all seven, and every stage after that!” Mikey promised breathing out a deep breath and pulling back slightly, to smile at you. “Thanks Mikey,” you smiled back at him and he wished he could tell you more than that. He wondered how you would react to his feelings, he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to ruin things. It was fine the way it was now. Especially with what you were going through. “Promise?” You teased knowing he’d immediately agree, “Yes!” He said confirming your thoughts. His heart was yours, whether you knew it or not.

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slytherinshua · 4 months

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KISS AND MAKE UP

genre. fluff. angst. hurt/comfort ig. warnings. crying. fighting. kissing. pairing. fiancé!sejun x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. requested by @nyukyujs: arguing over the phone and you end up crying which makes lim sejun rush over to your place. a/n. the victon brainrot is back folks... what if sejun was my bias (skdjsk IM JOKING IM JOKING)

“How am I supposed to know when you don’t communicate, Sejun?! I scheduled the date for tonight 2 weeks ago! You didn’t say a word about extra practices until 10 minutes ago! I thought you’d be home an hour ago.” You yelled through the phone. You were getting frustrated with the situation, which was unfortunately translating into bursting out at your fiance. This didn’t happen often with Sejun, but it had started to happen more and more recently, and you hated it. Usually he was good with his schedule. Things hadn’t popped up out of nowhere like this in 2 years. You weren’t sure why you were unable to handle it right now.

You heard a tired sigh from the other side of the phone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/n. The guys are waiting for me.” He sounded annoyed. In the back of your head, you knew he had every right to be.

You had texted him after you had gotten ready for the date, asking when he would get home. The week had been extremely busy for him, and the date that you had so carefully planned had completely slipped his mind. Extra dance practices and song recording sessions were scheduled for the entire night. You knew that Sejun couldn’t just drop them to go on a silly dinner date with you.

“If you had just said something yesterday then I could’ve cancelled the reservations! I’m already at the restaurant.” You gulped down an uncomfortable itch in your throat. Your nose burned and you knew that tears would be next. Fighting with Sejun was hands down your least favourite activity. You wanted to sink into the ground and never come up again.

“Did you see how fucking tired I was yesterday!? I barely had energy to take a shower before bed!” His response rang in your ear uncomfortably and you let out a shaky sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. You were being unreasonable for expecting this date to happen after his busy schedule all week.

“I… I don’t know, Sejun.” You mumbled, breaking down a little. You tried to hide your shaky breath and sniffles, but you were sure he caught onto them. “I missed you so much— I just wanted tonight to be for us.” You choked out, a sob ringing through the air. You had already hailed a cab amidst your tears. You just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. There was no use waiting at the restaurant when your fiance would be a no-show.

“Are you crying, Y/n?” This question came a little softer than the previous ones. The sound of your sniffles must have been enough to alert him to your distress. You cried pretty easily, and Sejun was used to it— but he could definitely decipher when the situation was serious.

Though he wasn’t sure if you knew or not, he was worried about you. How could he not be? He hadn’t really been able to spend time with you for days on end; and for two people whose relationship 70% of the time consisted of clinging to each other, he had felt the toll as much as you had. You said you missed him, and he missed you as well. So, so much.

The question— the worry in his voice— had you crying even harder. You still tried to keep it quiet for the sake of the taxi driver, but you didn’t hide it from Sejun. You held the phone up to your ear, squishing it right against your skin.

“Please talk to me. Please.” You whispered through broken sobs, yearning to hear his voice calming you down instead of yelling at you.

“Baby.” He spoke through the phone immediately, ignoring Byungchan’s questions about what was taking so long from the other room. You realized it had been too long since he had last called you that. Just him saying that much was enough to get your breathing more even.

“You know I care about you more than this stupid practice, right? I’m gonna be there as soon as I can.” You heard a door shut and some keys clash against each other.

“No- Sejun, it’s fine, you should stay at practice.” You urged, suddenly panicked that you had made a big deal out of things when you shouldn’t have.

“I’ll make it up later. I’ll be okay. Just wanna be back with you right now.” He reassured you. You didn’t have the energy to fight with him again— just wanting to agree to anything and everything he suggested. So you found yourself humming, mumbling an “I love you” and an “I’ll see you soon” to him.

Sejun arrived home soon after you did, and he wrapped his arms around you as soon as he walked through the door. With your face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and his around your shoulders, you finally felt relaxed. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing you further.

“My sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, kissing your forehead gently. You looked up at him, eyes shiny still from crying earlier. The way he looked down at you, worry and sorry and love all swimming in his eyes, you felt like you could drown if you looked at him for a second longer. You weren’t sure how he looked so pretty. He had been working hard all day, and rushed over as soon as he heard you crying. You probably looked like a mess beside him. As if he could hear your negative thoughts, he hugged you closer and whispered in your ear.

“You look so gorgeous, angel.” The whisper was soft, a little bit raspy from his spent vocal cords having recorded almost all week; but it was sincere. You knew that he could never be disingenuous with you when you were the most precious thing in his life, and your heart still raced a little faster knowing that he found you attractive.

He found you attractive despite the mascara stains near your eyes, despite your hair that you haphazardly took down as soon as you arrived home. He thought you were gorgeous even though you had changed out of your black dress and into sweats.

Though you knew he was being serious, the thought still made you laugh. A quiet giggle escaped your throat, triggering Sejun’s heartier laughter. The sound made his heart leap, and again, he squeezed you just a bit tighter, rocking you back and forth in his arms like you were the most precious thing.

“What do you want to do tonight? The dinner date failed.” You asked.

Sejun hummed, “I think we should order in. I should take a shower and get dressed all cozy like you so that we can cuddle. And then we should look through your Pinterest board for wedding dresses. But first…”

“First?”

“First I’m going to kiss you.” He completed with a contented smile, leaning down quickly to fulfil his wish. Your lips tasted as soft and sweet as ever, and Sejun practically melted at the feeling after being deprived of it for so long. It really had been days since he had kissed you properly— not a fleeting peck on your lips, but something longer and sweeter. Something more vulnerable and precious. Something that left you both breathless and euphoric when it was over— a kiss that he wished would never end because he knew nothing felt better than your lips on his.

And that was exactly what he got, as you were just as eager to feel him so close after so long. Your hands slipped into his hair, feeling the long strands flow through your fingers. You sighed when he squeezed your hip gently, a smile creeping onto his lips at the elated feeling in his chest.

You pulled him as close to you as possible, in hopes that he would never leave the position. And he didn’t want to; but he didn’t have a choice. He was running out of breath, and he was sure that you were just as worse, having a smaller lung capacity than he did. He compensated the kiss ending by cradling your head and placing several smaller kisses to the top of it.

“I love you so much.” He confessed— probably for the millionth time since he had met you.

You giggled, still catching your breath, “I know. I love you too. Let’s complete that plan you had now, hm?”

He hummed happily in response, pecking your lips one more time before grabbing a towel for a quick shower.

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @weird-bookworm

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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yay happy 500! i've been a reader of yours since you started, congrats on coming so far, you deserve it! <3

as for the matchup..

APPEARANCE: i'm relatively average in height, like 5'4. i'm a little chubby and have a baby face (save me). notable things are that i have smaller than average hands, i have a lot of moles and pretty heavy eyebags. my hair is past my shoulders and is curly and wavy. i wear fun shaped glasses and different themes of dangly earrings. my sense of style is simple but enough to express myself.

PERSONALITY: i'm very shy with new people. i dont unless spoken to and i even hide behind people i trust in social situations. i overthink and worry a lot. but when im talking to people i trust im very loud, talkative and annoying. i like pestering my friends but never meanly, and i always apologize if i go too far. i like making people laugh. my sense of humor sucks and i laugh at almost anything. i'm also very jumpy and reactionary. i'm very emotional and i cry from strong emotions, even when i feel positively about something. i have a temper and get annoyed easily and i have frequent mood swings. i'm pretty passive though and i don't like conflict and am not physically aggressive.

LIKES: i like music, video games, collecting, drawing and playing instruments. i play guitar and piano and want to pick up bass. i also sing. i collect things from my interests and also just things i think are cute. i love anything cute and sometimes i feel aggressive (like not violently, like squeezing) towards cute things, sometimes i also feel overwhelmed with cuteness and i cry. i love cats the most but i also love other animals and sea creatures. i don't like being talked down to or treated as less than. i also don't like being outcasted or avoided. i like cool bugs but HATE house pests like flies and roaches. i also don't like bitter things or veggies. i love sweets, especially sour candy and ice cream and pastries.

OTHER: i'm hyperactive or super out of it like all the time. sometimes i feel like running around everywhere but sometimes i feel like sleeping even if it's in an inconvenient spot or situation. im always moving or fidgeting- i bite my nails and hum mostly. i'm not great with feelings but i try my best and try to show that i care. romantic situations make me feel nervous but i don't oppose things and can be really affectionate in private.

also side note plz don't match with idia or lilia! thank you!! sorry it's lengthy

i match you with kalim-al aism!!!

it's no problem to him if initially you're more standoff-ish and quiet. he's kalim of course he's still going to go out of his way to talk to you and befriend you. especially when he finds out more about you. he could catch you practicing and playing the piano in the music room and (moment of him being completely mesmerized hehe). he'd apologize quickly if he startled you and go on excitedly that you're talented with instruments. considering he is a part of the light music club he is ecstatic. nothing but compliments and praise for your talent from him. he is either inviting you to join or just come watch one of their performances a lot.

so even when before the two of you got together, he treated you as if you've known him for years. don't feel nervous about not having a partner for an assignment in class if he's there- because he's immediately waving to you and making his way asking if you would want to work with him. if he sees you walk into a room, he visibly lights up and calls for you.

more often than not, he's inviting you to sleepovers at scarabia with him... his bed is the coziest thing. he is content with curling up in bed with you and talking tiredly. he definitely buys you plushies... like A LOT ever since you practically sobbed over him getting you one of your favorite animals. they're found all over his bedroom.

he always finds himself getting into slight trouble and crazy moments at school, due to his spontaneous self. he means well but there are times like when he lost his magic carpet and dragged you all over campus to help him find it.

kalim loves listening to you-- besides, he is equally as talkative. he feels so good knowing that he's someone you began to feel comfortable around to be more open. and kalim remembers everything, you could mention something offhandedly and bring it up like "oh! right you liked those..." weeks later.

#twst #twst x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim #matchups #thank u!!!!!!!!

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kobiiioo · 3 months

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a reason why i think hobie likes to mess around lihan

wARNING THAT

EVERYTHING IM YAPPING ABOUT IS ALL HEADCANON !! PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME 😞

Thinking about hanpunk, the main reason Hobie genuinely takes interest into knowing Lihan has nothing to do with things like “love at first sight” or with her being “different” and “mysterious” or with him just being sociable and whatsoever.

To be reaaally honest, lihan is such a ordinary girl (imo). She has pretty much of a blank personality, adapting different personalities depending the environment, just like a chameleon.

She’s naturally a very quiet and cautious person but her struggle to express herself does affect her in many ways;

She doesn’t engage, she doesn’t talk about her opinion, she prefers to listen and follow orders (unlike Hobie) and she never complains. She likes to observe things and simply do as what people say. You can say she’s very selfless in some way.

In simple words; she’s a wallflower (idk why it took me sm time to find this word in my head)

But then what makes Hobie “see” her ?

This might be kind of ridiculous/weird to say but

He likes to see her vulnerable.

Ik what you’re thinking like huh ?? 😨 bUT HEAR ME OUT !! BECAUSE I DON’T MEAN IT IN THE WEIRD WAY AT ALL ?!?! by vulnerable I mean as in when she breaks from her persona and showing emotions.

As I’ve alrd explained on my other posts, lihan is really like- she can seem very rude, reckless and apathetic imo bc she’s just extremely used to enduring her emotions and keeping a cold facade so she doesn’t get emotional in general but also during important situations because deep down she’s extremely like EXTREMELY fragile.

That doesn’t mean she’s a cry baby but she’s very empathetic if you get to know her more; she’s just an expert at pretending and has lot of self control (she’s sooo dishonest and untruthful to herself and others).

And it’s funny because the only person that’s smh able to break that facade is Hobie.

He finds it amusing that he’s the only one capable to do it and so easily too. It’s so interesting and surprising to see how easily she can break that facade simply by teasing her and getting on her nerves.

Talking to him or just interacting with him in general feels like she’s getting exposed or and since Hobie is the only person Lihan can’t beat, that pisses her off SO MUCH.

So yeah, basically,

It’s the fact that she’s not so different than what others think of her that made him even more attracted to her. And despite her seeming ordinary and being a wallflower, he sees something that not much people see immediately in her.

I feel like Hobie is extreeeemely attentive and perceptive. He’d basically know any secrets and gossip going around HQ because he just sees and hears EVERYTHING. And ofc my man is good at keeping secrets so he just stays quiet 🤭

And while others can be clueless about it and Lihan just hides well among a huge group of people, Hobie sees her. And he notices the things she never knew he noticed (this specific quote on slide 10);

He’d sometimes notice her trying to start a conversation with other spider people and trying to get along with them, helping new recruits to get used to the environment and giving them advices while still being very reserved and restrained,

listening to people carefully and giving them life advices, acts of service without anyone noticing she did for them and gifting people things she simply noticed or that reminded her of the person (the christmas comic ☹️)

Like tbh, he at first thought she was kinda like Miguel, as in her seeming emotionless and just hella cold and restricted almost acting like a robot or sum

But seeing her being more compassionate and simply being human and being so caring was what made him actually go like “damn.. that’s new ?”

Ykwim right ? No ? Alright 😔

I love them so much I HATE MYSELF FOR MAKING THEM GO THROUGH THIS 💔

#kobiverse #lihanlore #hanpunk #oc x canon #spidersona #spiderverse oc #oc

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befuddled-calico-whump · 5 months

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MORE ALEXEI AND SARAH COMFORT!!! IM BEGGING YOU 🥺 i’ve had a single taste and now i’m starving for them

throwing a prompt at you in case it catches your interest, i don’t care if it wouldn’t be canon: cinder gets miserably sick and delirious and someone has to make sure he’s okay. alternatively, he gets a horrid flashback / panic attack and hopefully sarah knows some strategies that might help him

part two

cw: fever, fight aftermath, implied alcoholism, adult language

He shouldn't have taken the contract.

On any other day, he would've handled it easily, in and out, quiet as a shadow. Today he was a little under the weather, but Alexei wasn't about to hand the job back to Chopper and say he couldn't because he was sick.

Lex had pushed through the fever and the chills and sought out his target. He'd fought hungover before, drunk before, this shouldn't be all that different, right?

But he'd underestimated the amount of weakness that came with sickness. What should've been an easy mission ended up something he'd barely walked away from.

But now the job was done, and he could rest.

If he could find somewhere to rest.

Chopper's place was at least a couple miles deeper into the city, and walking there with fresh wounds on top of the shivering and waves of dizziness would be... Difficult.

There was a second option. The rogues' place was maybe a mile closer.

No. He wasn't about to take advantage of Spyglass's offer a second time. He could make it to Chopper's just fine.

The going was irritatingly slow. Lex knew under normal circumstances he'd be there in under an hour, but every step sent a spike of pain through his ribcage, and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open.

He needed to distract himself. To think of something other than how much this fucking sucked.

At least you aren't in the Tower. At least Uriah---

Not that. Not right now. Not even in comparison.

Trick, stick, slick, wick.

Think of something, find a focus. He'd always been able to find a focus, even if it was torn away from him by pain or touch or---

Shut up. Stop.

Think, wink, brink, sink.

He wanted a drink. How shitty was that? Already barely standing and his body craved the thing that would make it worse.

Or better, it could make it better, it could make it hurt less---

No.

Lex groaned as a stronger wave of dizziness washed over him, practically falling against a wall to keep from collapsing. The impact sent a twinge through his ribs, and for a moment he just slumped there, lacking the willpower to take another step, or even stand up straight.

You need to---

He pushed himself back up with a small cry, staggering forward, almost losing his balance.

---keep moving.

Another step. Only forward. Don't think.

If anyone sees you, if anyone comes after you, you don't stand a chance.

Dance, lance, prance.

Lex took another step, and his knee buckled. He barely managed to get his arms out in time to keep from smashing his face on the pavement.

Fuck.

Up. Get up.

His hands curled into fists with a sound like a knife being sharpened, and he tried to get his arms under him, to push up. But while he knew the metal wouldn't fail him, his own shoulders shook too badly to be much help.

Fuck, duck, truck, luck.

He couldn't stay here. He couldn't just stay here. He'd fallen in the street, in the middle of Neath. If Uriah didn't find him and take him, someone else would.

Lex screamed through his teeth as he tried to push himself up again, nearly making it to a kneel before his body gave out on him.

Tears of frustration burned his eyes, threatening to spill, and he furiously blinked them away. He couldn't panic. He needed to think.

There was an alley a dozen meters away. If he could just make it there, at least he'd be out of sight. Maybe he could catch enough rest to stand again and make it back to Chopper's before anyone found him.

Lex dug his fingers into the pavement and started to drag himself, weakly kicking his legs at the ground to try and give himself more of a push.

He just needed to make it to the alley, just across the street.

But he wasn't even halfway there when he could feel his shoulders start to fail. His chest burned with every little gasp, his body aching from the fever and the blows he'd taken just an hour ago. And worst of all, he was becoming too weak to move.

Fuck. Fuck. He-- he couldn't just lie here and hope no one saw him, he couldn't just give up, he had to---

"Cinder?"

Lex tensed at the voice above him, a whimper slipping through clenched teeth as pain spiked through his chest.

Not now, he could still make it, he could still---

"Cinder, hey."

He realized he knew the voice. Unable to even lift his head and turn around, Lex let his cheek hit the pavement, casting a glance back.

A short woman was standing in the road. Silhouetted by streetlight, figure and face soft and rounded, glasses shining red with the light of a bar sign.

Spyglass.

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#hehehe #another anon has also requested comf so part two coming soon #wildefire #the only thing that keeps this from being canon is the timeline but not to worry #there's future angst/comfort planned :)#assassin whumpee #sick whump #fever whump #alcohol mention

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weirdcat1213 · 7 months

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ok i guess this is it

the end of the road

i may do an actual post about it later but fellas, its been an honor suffer read with all of you :3 the meta, memes and reactions? priceless

thank you @revenantghost for bringing us together for the best group activity ever: suffering and crying in a corner :D

lets go one more time

vol 14 thoughts

chap 1:

-THIS ONLY HAS 8 CHAPTERS WTF

-longer than he has been alive? oh thats adorable

-"that is how...i lived my life" why do i feel so sad all of a sudden

-OH YIKES WHAT

-ok damn i get that now, legato is really fast damn

-again, when did vash's coat turn black

-oh shit chronica no

-pls leave vash alone legato

-for some reason vash feel really quiet right now. thinking back to other fights, those didnt feel as quiet as this one, i wonder why

-yeah,,,,sadly i dont think he can control his body either...

-oh ok i didnt notice that the 1st time but thats so interesting. spoilers for 98 but in that one vash's decision is quick, a decision he made against the ropes. he thought about ways to avoid it and then gave up at the last second. here however, he has been thinking about it the moment he started to fight legato i think. like only one man could survive that encounter. he knew from the start it was either the plan (cuz cmon he doesnt care about whether he lives or dies) or legato. at least in 98 the decision was in a quiet setting, imagine giving up your values (and with them a huge part of what you think is your heart) while you are fighting to the death

-HE DOESNT WANT TO DO THIS BRO LEAVE HIM ALONE

-GEESUS oh god no. is he even there or is it vash's imagination

-oh nvm he is here, hi livio

-"dreaming saint" may be one of the saddest nicknames he's ever gotten :c thats kind of what he is and that makes me sad

-and...there he is. not even a word, just him

-:c

chap 2:

-"overkill" huh? maybe

-you did that to choose :c you did what you could. god, he needs to hear more how him trying is enough.

-oh god hes spiraling, this is not the time :c i get it tho

-"you always give up hope so easily" and thats what he did when he chose

-its too early for me to cry, tears go back in

-wait chronica was in the nomad right? is she...yknow...

-i love that panel with meryl picking up vashs head a little bit cuz it gives me the feeling finally someone can protect him from everything, let my man rest pls

-oh shit bro you good?

-oh :c.... oh

-oh god ok its time for the cable

-oh god not the fucking feathers

-if i keep reading today im gonna start crying

chap 3:

-oh my god its the beginning

-he IS a clever bastard ill give you that

-the feathers :c

-oh my, things are happening (aka my cue to cry)

-its time knives, youre gonna fall and hit your stupid head so hard

-YES MERYL YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT MERYL

-NOT THE SCHOOL TRIPS OMG THATS ADORABLE

-...ok i get why *hes* saying that. the conflic, i think, pretty doesnt exist anymore for him but for knives is very real and really present. he may be a little stupid to understand balance and how wrong he is, but at the same time there was a reason for all of this. he committed the same mistakes humans did doing his stupid little crusade but you cant tell little knives, the one who hoped to connect with humans, that he is foolish and reigniting a conflict. its just 2 really different perspectives

chap 4:

-knives is a bastard, and an asshole and he hurt vash so much but damn it. i cant hate him, not after processing trimax for the 2nd time.

-anyway

-oh god not the cable

-VASH OMG MY SON MY MAN MY LITTLE MAN

-GET TFO LEGATO PLS, CANT A MAN BE UNSCOSNCIOUS IN PEACE???

-WOLFWOOD PLEASE TAKE THIS BASTARD AWAY AND TELL VASH HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM

-IT HAPPENED AGAIN, WHY DOES MY BODY REACT SO VIOLENTLY WHEN I SEE REM. ALSO WHY DID IT HAPPEN AGAIN

-also im always gonna say this is vash's mind and not ghosts cuz...idk....it doesnt feel like it. the ghosty presence feels more real in stampede but thats just me

-HIS LITTLE EYES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-THATS WHAT I MEAN, THATS TOO MEAN FOR A GHOST

-ALSO :C

-hes so tired, hes so fucking tired

-oh wait oh shit

-im granting you nothing you bitch

-oh god knives are you good

-oh yeah hes still there

-oh ok so thats why that plan doesnt work. ok continue

-oh he looks so weird and majestic...you really have to wonder what was nightow thinking when he designed this

-they are so positive, can i have some of that? a gram should do it

-you can easily replace "because i stand with vash the stampede" with jeesus but vash the stampede is cooler im sorry

-also kudos to them for never having a "yknow what im sick of you, i never needed you" kind of arc. thanks nightow. they are married from the beginning til the end

-im...not really sure about where did vash come from but at this point it doesnt matter, im glad hes here <3

chap 5:

-vash in a fucked up mind palace, i win

-"ticket to the future" oh no

-I DIDNT NOTICE HIS ARM IS MISSING???? FUCK???

-HES UP! REJOICE

-FEATHER

-"what a cruel joke" :c

-ONE LAST TIME BABY CMON

-FUCK OK THAT WAS SCARY

-OKOKOK WOWOWOW THAT SO INTERESTING. stampede knives was like "hey this place seems nice for plants, me and my bro. lets keep it" but trimax knives want to literally yeet everything humans have touched. in his mind he can live with other plants idk, in like the middle of space? thats so interesting...

-"what is that noise" YOUR MF SIBLINGS BITCH

-....cmon man. cmon

-were you united by hatred tho? i believe some plants hated humans but not all of them

-leave your own brother alone ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

-"this is insane" it is insane, so you better fucking appreciate what hes doing rn

-AH GEESUS NO HERE IT COMES, THE FUCKING CABLE

-LEAVE HIM ALONE YO

-HURRY VASH HURRY

-"dont touch me" not even us....just him

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :c

-i fucking love those panels where nightow puts a lot of details and dark lines only to make the next page the softest traces seen by man

-FUCK HIS BODY NOOOOOOOOOO

-OH I FUCKING LOVE THAT PANEL. GIVES ME "ANGEL WHO JUST FUCKING FELL FROM HEAVEN" VIBES

-ALSO KNIVES SHUT UP

-[sidenote: emptiness from the signalis ost just started playing and now i want to bite someone]

-TICKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET :C

chap 6:

-THATS MY FUCKING GIRL

-shut up vash, pls shut up

-oh vash...if it was that easy. but i guess thats the point. its not easy, it will never be easy to communicate, but we have to try. more people should remember that

-"what matters, is that you communicate. that you understand the person next to you is breathing and existing" fucking beautiful nightow

-"i wonder if he'll laugh again. if he'll follow his ideals again" im so...

-oh knives hey buddy

-i hate it, i fucking do but he looks so fucking sad when the plants let him go. when they decide if he wants to keep going down the path of hate he'll have to do it alone. and in his mind i dont think he has ever being alone. it makes me sad im sorry

-using the feather is so smart actually

-oh hes here

-ITS THE SCENE FUCK HERE WE GO NO

-FINAL BATTLE TIME MFSSSSS

-YO KNIVES YOU GOOD CUZ WOW

chap 7:

-OH ON THIS ONE YOU DIDNT EVEN GET TO HEAR HER FINAL WORDS? THATS MESSED UP

-THIS IS IT HERE WE FUCKING GO

-YES PLS KNIVES CMON

-honey...no...pls. let it go, theres literally nothing left to do.

-THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME BUT STILL CMON VASH

-DONT BE A LEGATO RN KNIVES

-oh?

-OH SHIT

-[the promise is playing. the fucking promise is playing]

-YOU "WERE"???? WELL SHIT ON MY FEELINGS NIGHTOW SURE????

-KNIVES???? YO????

-WELL FUCK ME NONONONONON PLS GIVE ME REM BACK PLS PH GOD OH FUCK

-OH SHIT TF IS THAT

-SHIT

-YES PLS RUN, THATS LITERALLY WHAT YOU GUYS COULD HAVE BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME. YOU COULD HAVE RUN AWAY TOGETHER (IN A FRATERNAL WAY)

-he is sadly a stupid idiot but HES MY STUPID IDIOT

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE FUCKING MVP

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLS GIVE ME BACK WOLFWOOD PLS, I NEED HIM BACK. WHY CANT HIS GHOST TALK TO VASH HUH?????

-ah fuck...them flying away together it looks so beautiful

chap 8:

-HERE WE ARE HERE I AM FUCK ME

-its is a never ending song isnt it

-my man deserved to rest more than 6 months

-hey knives honey why are you saying "hes crucial for you"? is it because you have internalized that humans will keep you around if you seem to be valuable for them? do you think that if vash is crucial they wont kill him? in the many years you have lived you dont know any other ways to ask for help than guaranteeing there will be something to be gained? huh?

-that kid has to live with one of The Traumas ever huh?

-IM GONNA CHOOSE TO BELIEVE HE LIVES IN THE FUCKING TREE CUZ HIM JUST DISSAPEARING IN THE AIR? TOO SAD. TOO FUCKING SAD. I WANT HIM BACK AS WELL

-YES YOUVE DONE MORE THAN ENOUGHHHH, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL THIS *looks at publication date* right

-i dont remember your name doc but damn, you are everything.

-ALSO 1ST AN OLD LADY WITH HER GRANDDAUGHTER SAVE VASH AND THEN A DOC WITH HIS KID SAVE VASH??? SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT FAMILIES AND MAKING A SPACE FOR VAHS WHO LOST HIS FAMILY

-you are so fucking stupid and i love you

-also where did he get...yknow...everything

-you should do that...im begging you to do that pls. get all of that, just live peacefully pls

-MY GIRLS ARE HERE :'D

-YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, LEAVING MY GIRL MERYL LIKE THAT

-stooooop :'c my heart, this is too many ":D"

-THEIR FACE GOD I LOVE THEM SM PLS DONT LEAVE ME HERE

-GIRLS WHERE ARE YOUR GUNS LMAO XD

-the dumbest little song ever, god i could eat this man

-LINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-ah fuck...i ended up crying again and i still dont know why :'D

what a fucking, FUCKING TRIP. this is literally one of the best things the internet has ever done. i want to hug everyone who participated on this. we did it. we fucking did it

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #the end of the fucking ride #what a fucking beautiful journey #love and peace everyone #now im gonna go to the corner and fucking stare at the wall

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intriq · 8 months

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✿ band-aids

YOOO LOOK ITS MY FIRST FLUFF ONESHOT? WOWIE?? OH MY GAHHH

little moon universe btw! takes place when reader is nine years old and bruce is fifteen

TW: mentions of bullying, blood, injuries

im very upset tho bc like, i wanted to find this cute and pretty picture of like flower-pattern band-aids to put up w this post but all i got were band-aids and flowers >:c big sad

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"When did they start picking on you?" Bruce asks. He was currently seated in just a random quiet corner of school. Where you'd "dragged" him⎯ he followed after you, of course. Your little attempts at trying to drag him when he was so much older and taller than you were quite adorable.

You pull another band-aid out of the little box you'd pulled out of your backpack, standing in front of Bruce as he sits in a chair he'd stolen from one of the empty classrooms.

You avoid answering his question, though. You just smooth out the little flower-patterned band-aid on his split knuckles, bruised and bleeding from the fight he'd just been in.

Bruce had fought your bullies, more specifically. Kids that were bigger than you, a little older than you. You were small for a nine-year-old, pretty scrawny, too.

"Moon. Answer me."

His voice is stern, and you visibly tense up. That didn't ease Bruce's worries at all, watching as you grab another band-aid from the little box, avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"It's been going on for awhile." You reply quietly, and it takes everything for Bruce not to sigh out loud. He knew that if he'd had any sort of reaction to that right now, you'd assume he was mad at you.

But he wasn't mad at you. It wasn't your fault you were being bullied, after all.

"Why didn't you tell me or Alfred?" Bruce asks after a moment, forcing himself to slowly breath out, so as not make you upset. You were a sensitive kid, after all. You seemed to cry so easily.

"I... didn't want to be a burden. Or a bother. You guys already have to deal with my nightmares." You mumble, your bottom lip puckered out in a pout, cheeks puffing up in a way that made Bruce instantly compare you to a hamster.

"You wouldn't be a bother or a burden, Moon. Alfred takes care of you because he cares about you." Would Bruce ever admit out loud he cared about you? No.

It was just not really the way he did things. He was more of a "show how much you care about someone through actions" kind of person, even to the person he viewed as his little sibling.

"What about you, though? Aren't I a bother to you?" You ask innocently, and Bruce leans down as he sees you reach up on the tips of your toes to put a band-aid over the bridge of his nose⎯ which was horridly bruised and was cut-up.

Bruce shakes his head at your question, before giving a questioning look. "That won't do anything to help the bruises, Moon."

"I know! But it's the thought that counts, right?"

Bruce just simply shakes his head in response, a small little laugh leaving him as he sits up straight once more after you were satisfied with the amount of band-aids you'd put on the bruises and cuts on his face.

"Your gonna get in trouble with Alfy for getting into fights, Bruce." You whine, putting yet another one of your little flower-patterned band-aids on Bruce's split knuckles.

Your attempts at trying to patch up Bruce were endearing to him. He'd already faced much worse, considering he was already learning to be a Vampire Hunter. Which meant he came home with much, much worse injuries than this already.

But he wouldn't stop you. It'd put a smile on your face, after all. You didn't smile this wide very often, so why would he say something to take that happy little grin off your face?

Plus, you felt helpful. He wasn't going to stop you from feeling like you were helping him for once.

"I'm fine with getting in trouble, Moon. It won't bother me if it means those kids won't pick on you again, alright?" Bruce replies with a light laugh, reaching a hand up to simply ruffle your hair, which causes you to pout at him and try to duck away.

You also attempt to swat Bruce's hand away, but that really was only a futile attempt as he leans forward to wrap one arm around your shoulders to pull you close so he could further ruffle your hair, making you whine and tell him to stop while trying to wriggle free.

"Bruce!" You whine, finally managing to duck free of his assault on messing up your hair, a pout on your lips as you huff at him. A very exaggeratingly loud huff to show how upset you were.

"Alright, alright. Did you get hurt anywhere today, when they picked on you?"

"On my arm."

Bruce reaches a hand out, taking the arm you'd pointed to in question, inspecting it. "Hmm... Yea, you got quite the bruise."

Bruce looks down at his lap, diving one of his hands into that box of band-aids you'd dropped when he'd started messing with your hair to grab a band-aid.

"Lemme return the favor, alright?" Bruce hums in reply as you try to pull your arm away, only for you to grumble a very you sounding "fine, whatever" that you definitely picked up from his normally grumpy demeanor.

And so, Bruce puts the flower-patterned band-aid onto that bruise on your arm, which just makes you laugh. "That won't do anything!" You giggle, and Bruce only smiles.

A little small smile.

"It's the thought that counts, right?"

#dc universe #big brother bruce wayne #non romantic oneshot #oneshot #no mentions of y/n #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non canon compliant #non canon compliant dc universe oneshot #i dont know the fandom im writing for #vampires au #vampire hunters #bruce wayne #fluff

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