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Heya!

I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)

Thank you for doing requests btw!

FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀

𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.

𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)

Cyno fears nothing.

"Cyno, this is Aether."

Cyno fears one thing.

He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.

He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.

"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's shoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"

"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."

Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.

It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.

Everything to make you happy.

But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.

It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.

And Aether could get in the way of that.

"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."

"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."

You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."

"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"

"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."

"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"

No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?

"You guys! Paimon is starving here."

Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.

Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.

He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.

Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.

You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.

He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.

It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.

He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.

That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.

As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.

Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.

Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.

But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.

Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.

You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.

"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."

You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?

"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"

He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.

He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."

Oh. Oh.

"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."

"Cyno, wait a sec-"

He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."

"Cyno-"

"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."

"Oi-"

And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.

For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"

"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"

Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.

You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."

You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."

That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.

A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.

Another beat goes by.

"So... You and Aether are not...?"

He's gonna be the death of you.

You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.

You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-

There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?

"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"

You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.

He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.

"Again." Cyno says.

You blink. "Uh?"

You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.

His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.

"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.

That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.

"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.

And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.

Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.

"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."

"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.

"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."

Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.

What he's telling you should not be legal.

"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.

You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.

You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.

It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.

"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."

His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.

And embarrassing.

You deadpan. "Seriously?"

He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."

You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"

"Let's continue it home, now."

Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.

It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.

Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.

"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"

Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.

"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"

He pinches you.

"Owie!"

"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"

"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"

You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.

Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.

"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."

Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?

"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."

He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.

You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."

"I would actually say we're late, Love."

"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."

"I love you."

"..."

"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."

You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.

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artzee-bee · 8 months

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Jealousy

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader

Request: "basically, reader acts like she hates ethan because she thinks he has a big crush on Sarah, but eth hears her talking about him to Erica or smth??? I just think it would be sooo cute tysm"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cussing

A/n: anyone wanna come up with titles for me? I'm done.

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“Is she still staring at me?”

“Yep” Ethan went to adjust the hood of his hoodie again.

“Can you be any more obvious than that?” Benny remarks and Ethan’s hands go down slowly

“What’s her deal anyways? What did I even do wrong?”

“Why are you asking me? How would I know?”

“Hey guys!” a certain blonde boy appears , with a tray of food in hand

“Rory, sit down and eat your food!”

“Well someone’s in a bad mood today, damn Benny.”

Ethan is still staring down at his lunch. The mere thought of putting something in his mouth feels overwhelming. Anxiety runs through his body and he can’t stop his leg from shaking under the table. He’s trying not to make it obvious that he can feel your gaze on the back of his head from the other side of the room but that’s very difficult.

“What’s wrong with you E? What's wrong with everyone today?” Rory, the ever-so-oblivious, picked up on him acting weird. That’s definitely a bad sign.

“Y/n has been tearing him limb for limb with her eyes for the last 5 days and he has no idea why.” Benny answers

“Why?”

“...didn’t I just say…” and the normal banter starts again

Ethan does the same thing he’s been doing every night for the last 3 days: think. Think back to the day you stopped talking. Where was he? Well at school, it was monday. What did he do? Nothing unusual. Just classes and then lunch with the guys. He’s gone through his routine a dozen times by now, there was nothing to point out new and the more time passed, the more blurry his memories got.

The most frustrating part was how sudden it had all been. You two were so close, in fact you were the closest you had ever been. Ethan met you around 3 years ago now, when you joined their little friend group but in the past month, it was like you and him were growing so much closer within your own relationship. There was a lot more time spent between just the two of you, a lot more messages exchanged. Late night video game competitions and sometimes study sessions, although those would more than definitely turn into a regular hangout session with no work done. Ethan was enjoying how much more time you would spend at his house everyday and how happy you seemed to always be. He felt so comfortable with you. There was a sense of never having to worry about being anything other than himself, because he knew, without a doubt, that you liked him just as he was. He didn’t need to show off, and that was nice!

And then suddenly you’re not wishing him good morning when you walk past his locker. You take a seat at a different table in your shared classes. When Ethan approached you to see what’s up, you quickly made some lame excuse and got out of there, every time! You stopped replying to messages, let alone come over like you used to. At first he thought you were going through something and needed your space, so he tried to respect that. But the more time passed, the less ignored he felt and much more resented. The nasty glares, purposeful ignorance of him. You didn’t even make the effort to reply to him when he approached you at school anymore, instead walking right on ahead without eye contact. Now you were sitting at a different table for lunch, staring arrows at the back of his head. It was really aggravating how what he considered to be a nice, open and honest friendship was now turning into what felt like a rivalry. He didn’t like accepting it but your behavior was growing aggravating. It was getting on his nerves and even he could tolerate it any longer. He couldn’t stand the thought he did something wrong. He was perfectly innocent! None of the people he asked could think of something he did wrong. HE couldn’t think of something he did wrong. You were so absurd for this! You were so absurd in your behavior for no reason at all!!

The days passed on like that. One week turned into 2 and you still weren’t talking. In fact Ethan had resolved to send you his own nasty glances. When he catches you staring at him again, with the same aggravated frown, he simply raises his eyebrows in a challenge instead of pretending not to notice. It sure didn’t help mend things but he was exhausted of you. If you were looking for attention you’d have to find it elsewhere!

And things kept getting worse! Ethan was still upset and could not get over you. Could not go back to being his old, cheery self knowing you were mad at him. He tried to push his questioning thoughts away but sometimes they were just too much. One positive thing came out of that though: he created a mechanism. When he felt his head too heavy with thoughts, he would go out for a walk. It’s not anything he generally did, but it helped now and it was probably good for him to get some fresh air so it’s ok. That’s how he found himself hearing your laugh. At first he thought he was imagining but no, it was definitely you. Even tho he wasn’t sure where the noise was coming from, it was definitely you!

He tried following the sound, which led him down the street to a convenience store. He didn’t have to pass the corner of the building to know you would be there. He could now clearly hear you and Erica talking.

“It’s not my fault!” your annoyed voice was somehow comforting after so long of no contact

“Listen, I’m never gonna be the one to blame you. If anything, boys are always at fault!”

that got a laugh out of you. So sweet and innocent, it made Ethan feel weak. He knew he shouldn’t be listening into your private conversations but God, it was too interesting to back out now.

“Whatever. I mean he can like who he likes, it’s not my problem to deal with but also, I don’t wanna just sit on the sidelines and watch that happening. Gross!”

“Do you think she would say yes to him?”

“Erica I seriously don’t wanna think about it”

“I mean Sarah is way out of his league in the first place. And definitely uninterested. I mean could you actually imagine them together?”

“Ethan and Sarah? Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of imagining, thanks!”

This made E’s heart drop to his stomach. Him and Sarah? What the hell was this about? There was nothing going on between them. Yes, she was a pretty girl and he used to have a crush on her but that was a long while ago now. He’s swiftly moved on since she made it very clear that she was uninterested. Plus, the closer they got, the more he grew to understand that they would really not work, so it was all fine. So why were they the subject of conversation?

“Of all the girls in the world, you were the closest to him. Honestly, if he was gonna fall for someone, it should have been you!” and you scoff at this

“Well it wasn’t. I heard them talk. He’s into Sarah and all the guys are supportive of that. They are good friends and I wish them all the best but he made his decision and it was not me so I’m moving on in the only way I know how. Creating distance.” “Whatever you say girlie!” Erica’s voice seemed uninterested

Ethan left after that. He had heard too much. ```

He couldn’t find the courage to approach you about what he’d heard immediately after. A part of him was worried you would get mad for listening in on your conversations, the other part of him kept questioning what he’d heard and if it was really true. Did you want him to choose you? Because he will. He already has damn it, just didn’t have the courage to express it. Is that why you were so cold all of a sudden? Would this count as jealousy? He blushed anytime he thought about it. You were jealous because you wanted to be with him! How much luckier can a guy get?

At first he wanted to talk to Benny about it, get some advice but on second thought, decided not to. For a small second he considered asking his mom but quickly changed his mind. He had never really had ‘girl problems’ if you can even call it that, he wasn’t sure who to go to for advice.

It took about a week for him to build up the courage to talk to you. He had pondered the idea back and forth basically every waking moment and was never sure what to do really. When he saw you waiting at the bus station one day after school, all alone and scrolling on his phone, he pushed back every thought and insecurity he felt and approached you, almost mechanically.

“Hey!” his voice cracked a little, giving away the nerves swirling in his head. You barely spared him a second of your time to look at him before going back to scrolling

“How have you been?” he tried, admittedly lacking the old confidence he had around you

“Just peachy. You need something or what?”

“Just making conversation.”

“yeah…don’t really feel like it. Long day, y’know?” but when you caught his eye, the boredom was so clear in your eyes. It hurt him more to see you didn’t even care about hiding your distaste for him anymore

“Yep, got it.” Ethan laughed in response. All his courage, gone! Within seconds!! That irritated him so much. He had prepared for this. Went through every possible scenario, even tried acting out some speeches in his room in preparation and you still had him at your feet with a glance. He felt pathetic and for the first time ever, genuinely enraged by this whole situation. You used to be best fucking friends and look at you now! All within a matter of weeks and from a misunderstanding at that too!!! He knew how to fix this, he just had to say it so why couldn’t he?

“I don’t even like Sarah like that…'' he snarled, under his breath and frankly it was a miracle that you heard him over the white noise of the busy town.

“Like shit you don’t.”

That’s what you had to say? Of all fucking things that was your first reaction?!

“How would you even know how I feel?”

“Clear as day on your face and actions! I don’t need to be a mind reader to crack into that big head of yours!”

“You have no idea what you are even talking about! I act with her the same way I act with all my friends!” Ethan’s voice failed to hide the anger surging through his body. Now, as he faced you completely, head tall and fists clenched in frustration, you seemed just as uninterested. Your gaze didn’t shift from the cracked screen of your phone, shoulders hunched, totally disengaged. It just fueled E more.

“ You don’t even have a problem with Sarah!” he started again, throwing all logic to the wind and speaking whatever came to him “ You just hate that she’s a girl! You would have made this shit up regardless of who it was I got close to!”

Finally, your attention was on him!

“What the fuck makes you think I care enough for that?” you stood up, looking him in the eye

“You mean to tell me we’ve been friends for years with no problems but the second a new girl enters my life and I start spending time with her, you act all crazy and throw a fit? What am I supposed to make of that?” “This has nothing to do with Sarah to begin with! See? There you go making false assumptions again and acting all smart about them, like you actually did something!” “I’m not the one making unbased theories and running with them! You never even asked me about my feelings for Sarah! You just draw a conclusion yourself and then go complain about me to Erica, don’t you?” Anyone would have been able to see the dots connecting in your head at that time. You didn’t spend that much time with Erica anyways.

“You were there?”

“I was behind the corner of the store”

“You were hiding?! What the hell?”

“I wasn’t doing anything! I was out on a walk, I happened to hear your voice!” but his explanation gains him nothing but an irritated scoff. You go back to your phone, seemingly ready to ignore him again, but that just won’t be enough

“So now that all the cards are on the table, can we address the elephant in the room?”

“As I said, you like Sarah. It’s very clear. And that’s fine and you can do whatever you want!” your voice didn’t carry the same rage as before, much more mellow and distant.

Detached.

“I liked Sarah! A long time ago. I don’t now!”

“Okay” said with absolute indifference. Ethan, couldn’t help a roll of the eyes

“You’re unbelievable!” “What do you honestly want me to do right now?!”

“Just say that you like me, if you do!” “I fucking like you Ethan! God damn, I’d think you’d be smart enough to piece it together yourself but clearly you’re just-”

The grasp Ethan had on the back of your head felt strangely powerful and as he pulled you into him, locking your lips together, you genuinely felt yourself considering if this was the same man you knew! Truth be told, Ethan thought about this moment forever! About kissing you, about confessing to you! When he heard your conversation with Erica however, perspectives changed. Now all his thoughts were clouded by you confessing to him, admitting that what his speculations were, in fact, true. He thought about what he would say, how he would react to receiving that confirmation. He practiced the soft smile he’d give you in return, the quiet but tender confession of his own feelings. One thing he never expected himself to do is to aggressively pull you by the back of your neck and kiss you powerfully. He never thought himself the kind to have enough confidence to just go in for such a shameless kiss, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to just shut you up!

It took a little bit to register, to wrap your head around the sharp pull of your hair and the sloppy moves of his lips on yours. Every conceivable thought in your head told you to pull away, slap him, tell him to leave you alone but your body had a mind of its own and you found yourself tugging him closer by the collar. Your lips moved on his with just as much intensity and fervor as his! The build up of emotion, frustration, anger, all of it boiled down to this moment. Ethan’s hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and finally, as if satisfied with this outcome, his grip on you loosened. His kisses turned progressively softer. The hand in your hair moved to cup your cheek and almost instinctively, you followed his lead, letting go of the tight grip you had on his shirt, resting your hand of his chest instead.

It felt like a real kiss. Like all the kisses you dreamed about every time you thought of him. You knew your cheeks were burning up and that now, after your anger had subsided, the reality of your situation, the confession, Ethan’s fingers pressing into the plush of your waist, all of it made you shy. When he finally pulled away, bruised lips and breathing heavily, you couldn’t look at him. All this time, you used your anger to cover for just how weak in the knees this man had you but now, somehow, even that had been stripped away.

“I…um..sorry about that! I...should have asked” Ethan was blushing just as much. He was starting to second guess his actions. He took 2 steps back, giving you room again, the feeling of your ragged breaths so close to his lips made his head spin

“It’s ok” you whispered. This was an unusual situation. In one move, all your cards had been turned upside down and now there was no point in even trying to deny the truth.

“So are we good?” Despite trying to sound confident, you could hear the edge of nervousness in Ethan’s voice. It’s the kind of knowledge that comes with many years spent together, and the thought makes you smile.

“Yeah. We’re good.” “Can we possibly be more than good?” Ethan’s chuckles, as if he already knows the answer, if the blush on your cheeks is anything to go by anyways. You giggle in return and nod.

#mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan fluff #my babysitters a vampire

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balderdasch · 9 months

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Strawberry Jam

open letter to any celeste people go install everest and then go download strawberry jam if your computer can handle it which it most likely can. i think objectively the best mod in many ways just based on its diversity and breadth of skill. not necessarily like "top ten rooms ever" but overall it just works so well. over 8 hours of original music, 5 difficulties (6 really cuz the crackeds and gmhs go above for sure), over 350 contributors and over 110 individual levels. its like the quintessential mod now. and when ur done do 100trap golden to hate celeste again

vbyss is good, 7d1d is always a classic, spring collab is cool to get back to, but sj takes it full ladders higher than the few rungs of sc and others imo. solar express might be my favourite map ever but like theo gp is fun to me somehow. anyway im gonna get back to expert silvers maybe ill hate it like a normal person by then :3

good luck to anyone who gets it, i promise its worth it to play it through to the end. if you dont know how to set up mods go to clord.

if you havent done all vanilla chapters definitely do that first though dont just be like "hey guys i did 4b 5b was too hard so im going to try some mods yay yay yay" you will waste your time. be patient with basegame, then go wild with mods

this was kinda a dumb post but like i wanted to say smth abt sj just cuz its so amazing and like wild that it exists or that so many people would come together to make something like this. ill post dumb stuff abt it later maybe idk i havent opened tumblr in like 3 months until today

#celeste #celestegame #strawberry jam #celeste strawberry jam #sj #modded celeste #modding

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rosethreeart · 1 year

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The "high up guy sleeping with his secretary" Amelia is the High Up and Lars is her secretary. There have been rumors that they're sleeping together for months. Neither talk about their home life at all, so no one knows that they've actually been married to each other for 3 years. They go along with the rumors bc they think it's funny.

Lars is a trust fund kid that got disowned and had to get a day job; cue him meeting Amelia who's been a waitress since she was 16 and is Not Putting Up With His Shit. They fall in love to the tune dumb costumers and cheesy "there's beauty in the average" moments.

Lars signed a new contract at work, one that moved him from Amsterdam to the company's hq in NYC; he gets a plus 1 for the company holiday party and is embarrassed to admit he doesn't know anyone to take... well, except for his neighbor Amelia who makes the executive decision to pretend to be his gf while at the party.

Amelia is a Struggling Actress(TM) who just got her first part on Broadway! It's a "townsperson no.3" type part but she's excited! The only problem is the choreographer hates her. She hates that he's hot too. (they end up making out in an alley behind the theater at some point)

They're both college students and it's the only coffee shop in the area that's open after 10 pm; they see each other their a lot. Lars starts buying Amelia shots (espresso instead of alcohol) and then she starts doing the same. Weeks of this goes on before Amelia goes over to talk to him for the fist time. (I think he's a art major and she's physics or smth else fancy math)

okay so there's only 5 but still.

IM KICKING MY FEET LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL I LOVE THESE SO MUCH THEY FIT THEM SO WELL ASHDKDNEKSJDKEEJ

1 is hot as hell !!! Love that for them!!

2 is SO GOOD love a little rich kid learns how the real world works troupe. Cheesy 80(90s?) movie vibes 👌👌

3 AHHHH SIDNDJSJS WONDERFUL SLOWBURN!!!!

4 ONCE AGAIN HOT!!!!

5. This is literally so cute 😭😭😭💖💖💖

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH AJCNDSKXNSJWK

#nedame #hetalia #aph america #aph netherlands

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chosofiles · 4 months

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So. I heard you write stuff, would you be interested in doing maybe a drabble or headcanons for modern! Javier and gn! reader thats an ice skater but he found out about it when reader said they’re going to see their family or smth for vacation and suddenly they appear on TV during a european free skating program 💀 (or maybe more cowboys and cowgirls but hes my toaster strudel so)

Or just general Javier headcanons because he deserve it, thank you <33

infatuation

— fandom :: red dead redemption 2

— character :: javier escuella ( modern au ) x iceskater! gn reader

— note :: I AM SO SORRY I LITERALLY WROTE THIS AND POSTED IT AND THEN MY LAPTOP DIED AND IT DELETED AND WHEN I WENT TO CHECK HOW IT DID ON TUMBLR IT WASN'T THERE SO I HAD TO WRITE IT AGAIN 😣. ty for the request btw, also i tried my best so if it’s not quite right just let me know and hopefully i can fix it.

— word count :: 0.5k

ice skating was a beautiful mix of art and sport. you competed in the sport professionally, although you weren’t the most popular, you still did well.

you were living with your flatmate because after the few years of your college life, you were still in debt. but you also had a boyfriend, javier escuella who had ZERO idea that you were even had an interest in your job.

it wasn’t a personal thing, the topic was just never brought up. it was understandable though, you had only been together for around 5 months.

but tomorrow you were scheduled to go on a trip to go see your parents in the next state over. you hadn’t seen them in a while and wanted to check up on them. you had told javier prior to today, wanting to at least hang out with him before you left for your flight.

you arrived at his house, suitcase in hand because your flight was technically tonight but you landed early the next morning.

javier opened the door smiling and eye lighting up when he caught sight of you. that expression of his was by far your favourite, you had been together for what felt like a really long time and his love for you never died down.

“hey javi.” you said wrapping your arms around him, engulfing his scent into your nose. he smelt like a general men’s cologne and cigarettes. at first you didn’t like the fact that he smoked at first but once you learned that he only smoked on a weekly basis you calmed down a bit.

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after a few hours of watching mexican tv shows, cuddling and eating food, it was time for you to go. you kissed javier on the cheek and hugged him tightly before leaving in a cab outside your house.

javier watched as the car drove away, smiling intently as he savoured your aura around him.

the actual headcannons now

— the next day after waking up the channel javier had the tv on previously was showing ice skating.

— he was debating on changing it but that all changed when he saw your name and face on the screen in front of him.

— he was dumbstruck, surely there was some other person who had a similar name to you, but you also shared the same face so..

— the channel was showing the contestant's best performances and when you were shown on the ice, doing a triple axel, javier was by far impressed.

— the man had no idea about figure skating but he could tell that the move you did was difficult.

— once he got word that you landed, he called you, gushing about how he was proud of you.

— "you look even more beautiful on the ice, baby." you blushing like a fucking chili pepper, although some people think that the compliment is generic, you found it just as flattering as everything else javier says to you.

— once you got home he begged to go watch you practice, because he wanted to watch you talents in real time.

— you found it adorable and complied, he was so amazed by your beauty on the ice, you found it a bit odd but appreciated it nevertheless.

the end.

— second note:: sorry if that was short that's all i had in me, pls like and maybe follow if you like my stuff (this is literally my first post u don't have to lolol)

#hotchology #rdr2 #javier escuella #red dead redemption 2 #modern au

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firstkpp · 5 months

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~ 15 people, 15 questions ~

i was tagged by @gunsatthaphan thank you for thinking of me, Doreen <3

1. are you named after anyone?

not actually, but one day my mum heard a man on a street called his wife by her name and my mum really liked this name, she wanted my lover to call me like this too

2. when was the last time you cried?

umm.. a few months ago? i broke my leg and had surgery, now all my plans are ruined bc rehab will take about 6 months. everything is sucks..

3. do you have kids?

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

sport has never been my thing, but i do yoga and swim 2-3 times a week

5. do you use sarcasm?

sure, always

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

eyes or smile

7. what’s your eye color?

dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings?

open endings

9. any talents?

sometimes i create a things: decorate old furniture, make postcards or bullet journal

10. where were you born?

in the city

11. what are your hobbies?

reading books/articles, listening to a lot of music, walking around city and ofc watching movies/series

12. do you have any pets?

yes? for some reason my younger sister's cat decided that i’m her owner and now i have to take care of the cat since she spends all her time with me <3

13. how tall are you?

157 cm

14. favorite subject in school?

foreign languages

15. dream job?

ugh, i've been trying to figure this out my whole life and i still have no clue.. i’m just doing my current job and hope that after finishing my master's degree i'll come up with smth

i’m tagging: @raypakorns, @taeminie, @blmpff, @itsallaboutbl (ofc if you want to ♡)

#not sure if it’s okay to tag yall so i'm really nervous #tag game

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actualhumansunshine · 9 months

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Hi Alyssa! I hope you are well. Since it’s your birthday, it’s that time again - 1.) smth you learned the last yr 2.) smth you regret 3.) smth you wish someone had told you 4.) what do you want to be when you grow up? 5.) a song you heard that you love Happy Birthday, Alyssa! I hope your 31st trip around the sun is a good one!

first of all i have to say i LOVE that you send these questions every year. i was literally thinking about it a few days ago and hoping you would still send them even tho i've been pretty mia and (at least from what i've seen) the fandom's gone a bit quiet around here 💕

on to the questions:

something i've learned in the past year is just...timing is everything. and things come to you when they're supposed to. i got a new-ish job this year—same company, different department—and it's something that i've wanted to do for years. i've even tried to go for it before, but it just never worked out for whatever reason. but then towards the middle to end of last year, it opened up again, so of course i tried for it again but AGAIN it didn't work out. at the time it was like.....i understood why they decided to go the direction they did but i also knew that i would've been fucking good at it and more than any other time before, it really just felt like the timing of it was right for me. it just felt like that's what i supposed to be doing and the fact that it didn't work out again left me very confused about what was supposed to come next for me. but then a few months later, the person that was promoted to that position decided it wasn't working out and........now here i am. i love what i do, i'm good at it, and it's something that i neverrrrr could have imagined for myself a year ago.

something i regret is probably just certain situations that have happened in my family over the past year that maybe weren't handled the best. you know how it is when there are a lot of personalities and it's hard to know how to best handle a situation. do you talk about it or do you just let it go? i think there were a couple things that either weren't talked about and probably should have been or were talked about and became more of an issue than they needed to be so. probably that 😭

someone i wish someone had told me, of course i'm going to repeat myself like i have for years now and say you don't have to have it all figured out because even tho certain parts of my life have started working themselves out, there's still a lottttt i don't have figured out at all. but i'm also going to say—going back to the first question—being in the right place at the right time is SO important. trusting your gut, not giving up hope, continuing to put yourself out there.....all of that has been really REALLY important and impactful for me this past year.

i don't know for sure that the job i have now is my forever job, but one of my favorite things about it is that it allows me to combine creativity AND technicality, and so what i DO know is that whatever i end up doing 'when i grow up'....i want it to be like that

you know me so you know that asking for JUST ONE song is basically torture so, as per usual, i'm making an executive decision to expand it to top 5:

without your love - the paper kites & julia stone

blood moon - josiah and the bonnevilles

the last of the honey bees - sam burchfield

no one dies from love - tove lo

anywhere with you - maggie rogers

#thank you so much!!! i love these questions so much i hope you know how much i appreciate the chance to reflect every year 💕#answered #anonymous #31

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signedeclipse · 2 years

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Ren has returned from her slumber and from her 5 hours of bingewatching anime! I saw you opened your requests so I can finally tell you my idea for the kimetsu academy au👀 so I accidentally went down a rabbit hole researching about trains and I found out about the twilight express mizukaze, which is a very expensive and luxurious sleeper train in japan (it even has its own website if you want to see the prices and what it's like on the inside). So here's my idea: one of enmu tamio's biggest dreams has always been to go on a trip on the mizukaze but it's super expensive so he could never do that. But y/n has been secretly saving up money for a long time and now she can finally afford to buy 2 tickets. One day (maybe on their anniversary or smth) she surprises him with the tickets for a week-long trip on that train and ofc he's very excited about it. When they finally get on the train he's even more excited, taking pictures everywhere, looking at everything in awe, and ofc hugging and thanking y/n over and over again for her amazing gift. Then at night when they're in their room on the train he gets more clingy and decides to thank y/n for her gift with something special👀 soooo you know what that means👀🔞👀 ofc this is just something random I came up with but if you do decide to write it then make sure you take all the time you need and don't stress yourself over it!!💝 your mental health and wellbeing are more important than a random thirsty request!!!💝💝 drink lots of water and take care of yourself!!!💝💝

- 🌈

Worthy [Enmu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Plot with bonus nsfw

Recommended Song - Love Story by Indila

Several months of hard work, staying late and taking on heavier workloads had all been worth it. You managed to get your hands on two extremely expensive and terribly hard to get train tickets.

They weren't just a random pair of tickets; no amount of money could have prevented you from getting them because of how much they meant.

Currently, they hid tucked in your pocket where Enmu would not be able to see them. Not that he'd of been able to anyhow, not with the blindfold wrapped around his eyes.

He had just treated you to breakfast in bed to celebrate your anniversary, but only moments after finishing did you tell him to pack for a week's worth and be ready in an hour. He had made some slightly inappropriate comments when the blindfold came out, but he still clung to your hand for guidance like a lost puppy.

Neither of you had a life of luxury like this; the moment you stepped into the golden-clad station, you had to stop yourself from giving too much away.

"You aren't planning to get rid of me, are you?" Enmu teased after hearing the sound of a train whistle.

"Quite the contrary!"

From then on, you only responded to his quips with little laughs, smiling more and more as you found your cart and got your luggage settled in with you.

You pushed him back onto the bed so he could sit and let go of his hand for the first time since you left the house.

He felt the silk sheets and gripped the covers curiously, tilting his head with a soft smile.

"Well?"

It was hard to deny him the story when he tilted his head, all curious.

"You know how there are some trains you always talk about taking pictures of?"

He hummed in agreement, edging you to continue.

"Well…I think we can cross one of the priorities off that list!" Your hand tugged at the blindfold's knot, teasing it loose until it fell off his eyes.

The train whistle went off again when the train started to trot forwards slowly. He blinked to help adjust to the sunlight flooding his eyesight, but it didn't take long for him to jump up in excitement, even in his disoriented state.

"Darling!" His voice raised to an excitable tone while he raced to the window, looking back at the trail of carts in front of you. He couldn't mistake the train's distinctive green colour for any other.

"Welcome aboard the Mizukaze express!" You expressed with your arms outstretched, spinning and taking in the glory. Enmu engulfed you in his arms and raised you into his arms.

He looked as though he was going to cry from the overwhelming joy passing through him. He could not even begin to believe that you poured this much into an anniversary gift… let alone just for him. It was only now he felt a tad embarrassed for how much his gift paled compared to yours.

"You honour me, darling~" His voice purred with delight, and with one last squeeze, he let you land back on your feet.

He still had his arms draped loosely around your waist as though he didn't want to let go.

"As much as I just loooove all this attention you are giving me right now," you left a gentle kiss on his lips, "dinner is soon, and I am sure you don't want to miss out!"

Enmu would be bouncing right now if he wasn't already racing to tidy himself up. He was lucky you had thought it out beforehand and forced him into something nice. Not that he wasn't going to for your anniversary, but a comfy pyjama day was never deniable.

As you left the room and walked down the hallways, Enmu found it hard not to stop and admire every view you passed. Most of the walls were large windows that saw out the beauties of Japan.

It was nothing like the city trains, nothing fit for a thief, but you brought him here, and he has never felt more at peace.

The dining hall looked like nothing less than a frame from a novel. You found a table for two right against the window that overlooked the ocean and rolling sunset. The sun cast orange rays through it and left rainbow refractions when passing through the glassware.

As you admired the view, the flash of a camera brought your attention back to Enmu, who looked at the photo preview sheepishly.

"I want to ensure I capture at least one photo with you in it." His voice fell to a mumble while he handed the camera off for you to see.

Enmu had captured the exact moment your eyes lit up at the sunset, with the table, train and ocean all in the background. You exited the picture and pointed the lens right at him.

"Act like you don't see the camera!" Despite your warning, you gave him no time to react and snapped a similar image. He snatched the device from you before you could look at the photo, which prevented you from seeing how he looked past the camera at you the whole time.

With pictures out of the way, food was served not long afterward. The meals were unlike any you had ever tried, divine cuisine with a touch of home.

Multiple courses were served, all the while you and Enmu commented on the passing scenery and how it reminded you of things from your upbringing. Some towns and monuments were familiar, such as the Okayama Korakuen, where Enmu said he hoped to take your wedding photos.

"Thinking of marriage already? Never knew this ride meant that much to you!" You teased through a sip of wine, to which he shrugged.

"I've been considering for a while~" You almost choked on your wine and stuttered a mess of confusion. The photographer remained silent and smiled at your flushed face.

After another glass of wine or two, you both had your hands clasped together while returning to your room. Enmu couldn't decide between drinking in your laughs and appearance or the view surrounding you both.

Of every train he had ridden, he couldn't even imagine being on one so essential and caring more about the person he was with.

When you returned to the room, Enmu wanted to blame the wine for his actions. You had fallen back onto the comforting bed to let out a dragged sigh, but he had crawled right on top of you to pepper kisses all over your face.

You could feel his hands dragging down from your shoulders to your waist, where he held you down against the bed.

"Didn't know they served two desserts here," he joked while his hands worked on riding up your summer dress until he could pull it off in one fell swoop.

As you went to retaliate with another quip, Enmu covered your mouth with one hand, pushing a handkerchief between your lips to silence any whines.

"Oh please, I'll do the talking little dove~."

He pressed more kisses into your neck, trailing down between your breasts where he took one nipple into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.

The hand over your mouth moved to grip at both wrists, pinning them down into the comforter. He took this opportunity to let his clothed knee snake between your legs so it could carefully grind up against your heat. The friction between your undergarments and his dress pants leaves a tingling feeling between your thighs.

"Oh my…you just look so…" he pressed a kiss to the nipple he had just been abusing before moving to the other "hopeless."

It was hard not to; his attentiveness to every part of your body was almost overwhelming. You couldn't stop yourself from squirming beneath him in hopes of pressing your hips further down on his knee, heart pounding with a need for more.

Enmu smirked upon feeling your desperate movements, pressing his knee against your pulsing warmth harder just to hear how the cloth drowned your whines.

'So eager, so gorgeous.' He thought to himself while the hand on your hip pushed down to grab a string of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside.

Unfortunately, he had to remove his knee to do so, but it wasn't long before his rigid member pressed against your clit, rubbing it with slow strokes.

You were both terribly wet, and with every thrust between your folds and along your clit a sloppy swishing was heard.

At last, he used that same hand to push your legs up and over his shoulders so he could adequately align himself with your entrance. With one hand pining your wrists and the other holding down your waist, he waited for your nod before pushing himself inside.

His movements started slow, ensuring he was coated enough to fit into you comfortably, but eventually, he couldn't help himself.

Leant forwards until you were practically in mating press just so he could kiss and bite your neck; Enmu began pounding into you so hard your entire body bounced, kept in place only by his grip on your body.

His groans mixed with your muffled yelps, making a lovers symphony while all pressed together. His cock pulsed and twitched with every clench of your walls around him. If he hadn't practiced so much, he would have never lasted so long with your heavenly body pressed under him.

You unravelled below him in the first minute, clinging to the sheets bundled between your pinned hands as though it was the last tie to reality you had.

Your thoughts could barely keep up with the endless pounding to the point where your eyes couldn't help from rolling out, and your moans broke.

"Hold on for me, angel~ I know you'll want to feel it all!"

Enmu had a load or five of thanking to do; it'd be a shame if you broke so quickly.

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Author Note - Every time u send an ask I always want to strike a convo haha I love trains myself and I researched this one sm ty for telling me about it! Please enjoy and take care of yourself Ren <3

Image Credit - おゆちゃん

Word Count - 1,671

#demon slayer #kny oneshots #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu academy #enmu #enmu x reader #x reader #reader insert #oneshot

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virgil-says-things · 2 years

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Jimmy letting Fiona sleep in and taking care of the others for her <3

also Frank's missing and Debbie's been keeping count of the days - how many is 137 in like. months? around 4 months

Carl coming outside and dropping Debbie's backpack on the ground, saying 'lunch' and just walking away made me smile 😭

AGH. DEBBIE KISSING FRANK'S PICTURE THAT SHE STUCK TO THE FENCE 😭

Frank's in Mexico 😭

Jimmy and Fiona's first argument of the season is about popsicles <3

Lip and Ian stole smth. don't know what yet. but. damn. 😭 Lip trying to punch one of the cops and missing was funny

'get ur ass up u goddamn, pony-tailed, Fabio motherfucker' 😭 Sheila really didn't hold back there

not Jody managing to stop the baby from crying (I forgot what they named him) and then immediately setting him off again by starting to sing 😭

Frank doesn't have his passport with him. and he's also carrying an egg around for some reason

'u look like u need a course of penicillin and a lice comb' WOW. (said to Frank) 'not letting u into this country so u can add to Texas' homeless population' rip Frank

'Kev doesn't even know what a vacuum is' (Veronica) 'sure I do' outer space' (Kev) he's so stupid I love him 😭

'couple act. master and slave.' oh my GOD. stop. wait Kevin's using crutches to move around did I miss smth???

'Jimmy doesn't really do anything' FIONA?? what the fuck?? he's helping u take care of ur 5 siblings AND it just cut to him mopping the floor??

'when was the last time u were with a guy longer than three weeks?' (Veronica, to Fiona) 'never.' (Kevin) KEVIN. NO. 😭 Fiona seemed so offended

why is Jimmy stealing Liam's food AND drink?? pls at least get ur own drink

OH. Estefania's dad. came for Jimmy because he doesn't know where Estefania is? listen I know this isn't the point of this scene at all but Jimmy left the door partially open when he went outside to go check out what the cars were all about and Liam's alone inside.

Debbie getting home from school and excitedly running inside expecting Frank to be home 💔

'he's not here :-(' (Debbie) 'no cookies.' (Carl) well. Carl has his priorities straight and I respect that - 'Jimmy didn't make any cookies' (Carl) I forgot about that whole situation between Jimmy and Estefania's dad for a second

holy shit. well. Marco's dead.

Sheila looks so tired :-(

Frank tried calling Sheila for help and Sheila just hung up on him which. fair actually that was after he said the word money I think she assumed he was gonna ask for money

they're cutting up Marco's body and stuff while Estefania scream sobs - some fucking father???

Fiona got fired because the boss' nephew needed a job.

'u up for a threesome?' Ned/Lloyd is back and still as gross as ever!! for context he's still sleeping with Ian and Ian was talking about Mickey returning in a couple of weeks

man. Estefania's dad is gonna fuck up Jimmy and Fiona's relationship again why can't he just find someone else to be Estefania's husband 😭

Lip won the robot fight thing and I've never been more satisfied I love seeing assholes get their egos crushed

Fiona managed to get another job by paying a thousand pounds but what about the property tax bill??

Debbie shoving Ian away from the table when he was gonna sit at Frank's place and going 'that's still daddy's' spot is so me actually

Frank finally got back home and just silently stood there as everyone else continued talking until Ian noticed him and went quiet and stared. just. causing a chain reaction of them all turning to look at Frank and going silent 😭 Debbie being the only one to actually speak to him just. running to him and hugging him and everyone else just. continuing their conversations 😭

#caps tw #emojis tw #swearing tw #murder tw

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blueboltkatana · 2 years

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thoughts on wano arc now that it's over?

hi anon i haven't been active on Tumblr at all for the past... what?! month now? So i have to apologise for not answering this when you sent it to me I hope it hasn't been that long. Regardless let's get into it. Warning: spoilers duh

So Wano was definitely an important arc, and it was a good arc I would say, maybe i would give it an 7.5/10 because it had its very good moments especially Gear 5 which I feel like it kind of carries the whole arc by itself and without it, it would be maybe a 6 out of 10 arc.

Unfortunately though, the Arc had some things that I personally, didn't like that much:

My biggest problem is mostly with the way Zoro's character was handled as well as some missed opportunities here and there; I would have preferred that Kinemon had died on the rooftop when the scabbards fought Kaido because it would have made the moment very emotional and made the stakes higher. Also i believe Izo should have survived the battle because his death was kind of unnecessary to me from a narrative standpoint, plot wise I understand but i feel like it could have been avoided.

Going back to Zoro, it's no secret he's my favorite but i like to think that i judge him fairly and so far he's had minimal character development that was His and only His. Wano was hyped to be "zoros arc" bc it comes right after wci which was sanji's arc and it's about fucking time we get some info about the mossmans past. During the whole arc he's constantly compared to Ushimaru and Ryuma only at the end to be confirmed that he is completely unrelated to them and he fights the second in command of the main villains crew as always, very cliché and a let down after all the hype that the possibility of him fighting kaido along luffy got. At the end Luffy is the one who's compared to Ryuma which was so weird?!?

Anyway, bottom line is, i got mossbaited.

Another disappointing conclusion was that of Yamato and not for the reason you think. Honestly i knew he wasn't gonna join very early on, ask me how i knew but you'll laugh, but the REASON oda gave was so lame!?! Wym explore wano?!? Boy get ur ass on that ship istg😭😭😭. Explore Wano my ass. Come on Oda be fucking fr. I got newnakamabaited.

i don't like that momo was turned into an adult but his mind is still 8 years old... like that don't sit right with me it just doesn't. His design looks good and everything but he's literally a child in an adults body it's weird i don't like it.

Hyori ending that shitface orochi was great but i wish Zoro played more of a role or at least was PRESENT when it happened bc he literally SWORE he would avenge Yasue!!! ODA OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR I JUST WANNA TALK!!

ok now that i got the criticism out of my system here is the good impressions:

Gear fucking FIVE BABY! that shit was crazy and so well thought out absolutely marvelous.

Zoro unlocking his kingly ambition was sick as fuck and he did have some incredible moments this arc that i really appreciate.

Robins first serious fight since pre ts 😭😭💓💓💓💕😌😌i loved it, as well as sanji's character development and the progress he's made <3

Kid and Law teaming up and all the moments they get to interact woth each other and the strawhats are sperb. I love it. the final separation was disappointing though, needed more tears and sad music from both law and luffy. (I'm joking that wouldn't be in character but.it would have been hilarious)

The bounties I'm pretty ok with. Jimbe getting such a high bounty was surprising, it might mean smth more than we know.

Also Shank's appearance 🤩🤩🤩

And the crossguild... the panel of croc and mihawk... Dilf nation REJOICE! THEY'RE BACK! God i fucking missed mihawk and now he's gonna be more active in the story i can't fucking waitttt

Overall good arc, great moments and essential to the story. the shipping game was strong especially for rarepairs and ships that haven't been very talked about in a long time were revived bc the characters interacted again after years lmfao so that's a win.

thank you for the ask, if there's any specific thing you wanna talk about go ahead bc I'm sure i forgot some stuff. <333

#jackie talks #blue answers #Ask #anon ask #one piece spoilers #one piece wano arc #Wano spoilers #op 1057 #op spoilers #jackie rants

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volturiwolf · 2 years

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hello my lovely, its currently 5:07am and i'm on the fence abt smth.. in fact i read this a good month or so ago but i was.. not in denial but confused abt it seeing as i'm just known as the ally/token straight in my friend group.. but i'm either self-destructive or.. abnosexual.. and it confused me bc of my religion, i thought i'd always support but remain straight.. and it said towards the bottom of the particular post i read where heterosexual ppl can be abnosexual so.. i'm kinda confused.. anyway, i'm rlly tired so imma go to bed now but.. yeah.. i needed to tell someone.. other than thru my post ig but.. GOODNIGHT, LOVE YOU <3

Hey boo! 💜

To give it a definition (because I didn't know either):

Abnosexuality is the fluxuation of attraction, either sexual, romantic, or platonic. For example, you may feel a sexual attraction to someone you had viewed only platonically for a long time, then will feel platonically attracted to them once more after an indeterminate amount of time. This sexuality falls under the abrosexual and asexual spectrum, but should not be confused for either. It is also important to note that this sexuality is not determinate on gender, so one can be heterosexual and abnosexual at the same time.

First and foremost, religion should not dictate how you should live your romantic life, whether you believe or not. I was baptized Orthodox but I never felt that I should be ashamed or afraid that my religion judges me (the priests and people of the church do, but I don't care about them).

Reading the definition, I, myself, have crossed the sexual/romantic/platonic lines far too often. It all depends on what you feel for a particular person at a particular time in life. And if your feelings have changed from one day to the other, or one month to the other, or one year to the other, they're still valid and you have nothing to be worried about.

I remember thinking at age 11/12 that I was bi. Then "forgot" about it until I was 16/17 because I didn't surround myself with people who were open and accepting.

Don't forget that you have many people that love and accept you, regardless of religion or certain conditions. I love you and I accept you. And if you have anything else on your mind, feel free to reach out whenever you feel like. 💜

Goodnight boo 💜😽

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luvring · 27 days

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2, 5, 6, 17, 24, 25, 26, 32 for the ask game!! is that too many,, oh well i'm v nosy uwu have a lovely day nia!!

(ask game) SARA!!! i hope U are having a lovely day. never apologize for asking me to talk about myself. i love (over) sharing Always

2. show us a picture of your handwriting — YEAASS!!!!! smth about posting my writing is so silly and fun to me i always loved those handwritten opinions/msgs LOL

5. what made you start your blog? — i had been lurking and reading hq/obey me hc's for a while and it seemed really fun so i wanted to try!! but as some may know. my LL posts just kind of. took off?? i was looking for x reader stuff and didn't really find any so i took it upon myself.. and people asked for more so! i kept going! 🫡 that's why it took a while to even do my first hq post despite it being my main motivation.. i was like omg what if nobody gaf about me and my anime guys now BFHSJBFD

6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator? — best is The Friends I've Made Along the Way. Heart Emoji!! i hadn't met lasting internet friends since early jr high or really talked to anyone online in Yrs so. I APPRECIATE U ALL VERY MUCH! even though i've never re-figured out how to talk to people. that's my bad guys. love u. so sorry. don't know how i did it when i was 12.

the worst. well the treating creatives as content creators and lack of interaction is up there when paired with my low confidence and desire to befriend people but. i've tired myself out over the months while thinking about it so. shrug emoji. everyone go tell somebody u love their work 4 me 🙂‍↕️🫵👍

17. name 3 things that make you happy — !! will try to be creative about this...

taking photos of my dolls when i go out somewhere 🙂‍↕️

finding bokuaka at an artist alley. srsly fell to the floor and yelled NO (/pos) the last time it happened. i was so shocked

finding rlly good reaction images + people saying they're stealing them LOL

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for? — applying for my honours program + getting in + Accepting the offer 😭 i always take the easiest option / avoid hard things which annoys Me so. this was quite a big deal. if i die in my 5th year. Shrug emoji

25. fave season and why? — GAH. i've said fall for Years but honestly,, when spring is actually Spring it's like. the perfect weather. fall you're entering the dangerous no sunlight too cold area... spring is like the Best summer day Regularly 🙂‍↕️👍

26. fave colour and why? — haven't said i've had one since like grade 10. LOL. i like pink + green + brown as a combo.. muted colours.. bold dark colours.. etc etc

32. how many tabs do you have open right now? — ........13. 4 of them are pinterest because i was drawing earlier BFJSHBGD

#🧾nia.answers #<3 sara #YIPPEEEEEE #fantasitc amount of questions. i love answeiring quesiotngodn #i will be over 2 ask U questions. i just need to get lunch first. hugnrny..

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jiamiuxin · 3 months

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i played honkai star rail as a genshin player pt 2

ok now that i've play the game for almost a month now and i have a better grasp on how the game works i think i can elaborate on my thoughts/perceptions more

some more things i liked abt hsr:

simulated universe / memory of chaos (icr if i mentioned this in my last post) i prefer these over abyss LMAO i think its j more fun. i haven't tried swarm disaster yet or g&g so idk abt those

even though the maps are smaller compared to genshin i dont think it takes any less effort. there's a lot of detail into the surroundings imo.. like it's v packed and condensed while genshin can sometimes get away with more open plains/areas

easier to build characters (kind of). like leveling up traces at least initially i found didn't take as long because hsr doesn't have the concept of different books (THANK GOD!!) but on the other hand i heard the relic rng is bad and i think later on as u build the character the progress slows down (??)

accessibility to 4* and 5* weapons

this might be bc the game isn't old but i feel less pressure/need to do a lot of things. stuff that are locked behind story are easy to progress thru and so i feel like i can take my time with the game and enjoy it

i like how team building feels more direct. i find it easier to build teams compared to genshin not j bc it's easier to gain characters in hsr but also that characters have a more clearly intended role. like yes you can build a character into a non-intended role but yk. but u can give it to genshin that for the most part team building is more flexible

visiting characters in the express change positions

smth i didn't like

not an unpopular opinion but the luofu story felt all over the place. it was giving inazuma story LMFAO like the content itself was interesting but there was just wayyy too much going on. either they should have removed some stuff or made it longer. there was no time to meditate or truly digest what was happening and the consequences of what was happening as a young/new player

i think sometimes genshin feels skimpy on the rewards bc it's so spread out. like ~2 primos/chest but there's hundreds of them meanwhile i get like 120 jades or so from a first time SU clear or event. lowkey the latter is more time efficient BUT yeah there's a lack of exploring enjoyment. dare i say part of the genshin rewards is being able to explore.

but this sucks when ur trying to desperately scavenge primos for a current banner (AKA me trying to pull yae miko rn after losing 50/50)

IM SO MAD BC THIS IS LITERALLY A REPEAT OF LAST BANNER WHEN I TRIED TO PULL FOR NAHIDA AND LOST THE 50/50 TOO LDJHF i got her in the end but there's only sm exploring i can do ,,, thank god im not pulling for the chiori/itto banner so i can take a break and save for neuvi. cause when u start to scavenge ur exploring bc u feel the need to and not the want ,,,

#genshin impact #honkai star rail

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jalnandanz · 2 years

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5 centimeters per second. — l.hs.

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

summary: close friends and almost lovers, separated by distance. more than a decade of no contact, but the both of them still hold a small, almost-dying flame of hope that one day, they may be able to see the cherry blossoms fall again. just like what they did years ago.

genre: angst, fluff, “right person wrong time” trope (IM SORRY)

word count: 4.8k (it was intended to be like 10k im sorry idk what happened)

warnings: very heavy spoilers for the movie “5 centimeters per second” (the plot is mostly based off that), the entire fic is set in japan, reader is the same age as heeseung in this fic, a huge time skip, very brief mentions of smoking and drinking, idk maybe get tissues or smth ??

a/n: and here we go!!!! this is based off my favourite movie to ever exist (makoto shinkai ur a genius and i love ur works). im honestly just a sucker for angst and,,, there’s not much to say here tbh but enjoy!!! (silently praying this does well cuz i put my entire soul into this...) ily ^o^ pls pls do give me feedback, lmk ur thoughts on this!! it would be very appreciated <3

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! if there any mistakes please do lmk!

prologue. cherry blossoms fall at a speed of 5cm/s.

“They say it's five centimeters per second.”

“What is?”

“The speed at which cherry blossoms fall. It's five centimeters per second.”

“You seem to know a lot of this stuff.”

“The cherry blossoms are like snow, right?”

She ran off across the train tracks, not sparing a moment to wait for him. The train barriers went down, blocking his path to the girl.

Opening her pink umbrella (the exact same shade as the petals that she had watched with him earlier), she said to him with a gentle smile, “It would be great if we could watch the cherry blossoms fall again next year.”

The sound of the train passing by in front of them interrupted all their thoughts.

ACT ONE: us in the past.

i. sakura petals cascade down gently, almost like how our love slowly blooms.

He clutched the fragile letter in his hands, reading through every single word.

“Dear Heeseung, summer is pretty hot here, but not as scorching as Tokyo. But when I think about it, I miss Tokyo's hot summers too. I still remember all the scenery there, and even though the air-conditioning was freezing cold in the shopping malls, I miss it. The last time I saw you was at our elementary school graduation. It's already been 6 months. I can hardly believe so much time has passed. I wonder if you still remember who I am?”

Of course I do.

“Dear Heeseung, thank you for the reply. I’m heartened to know that you still remember me. It made me so, so happy. It’s well into autumn here, and the leaves have turned a brilliant orange. I even had to pull out a sweater for the first time in months yesterday. I’m-”

“Heeseung? What’s that? A love letter?”

He snapped his head up, startled to find a classmate of his, his grip on the white paper tightening.

“Is it true that you’ll be transferring next month?”, she asked. He replied with a sad “Yes”, and she said, “I see. It will be lonely here without you.” he smiled sadly, and turned his attention back to the precious letter in his grasp.

“I’m actually writing this letter on the train, because school and practice have been starting very early these days. I cut my hair the other day… even my ears are visible. It’s that short. You probably wouldn’t be able to recognise me if you saw me in public.”

No, I would recognise you anywhere.

“I’m back!”, his mother called out from the doorway, interrupting his letter-reading. “Welcome home.” the drowsy sound of the washing machine played lazily in the background.

“I bet you’re changing little by little too, Heeseung.”

Around him, the lights from rooms of the building opposite began to go out like flames in the dark night sky,

“Heeseung, have you been doing well these days? It's getting colder. It’s been starting to snow here. Everytime it snows, I wrap myself in blankets at home. I don’t think it’s snowed in Tokyo yet, right? Even though I've moved away for months, I still look at Tokyo's weather forecast out of habit.”

He contemplated on what to reply with.

The next day, he asked his friends, "Hey, have you ever been to Tochigi?”

“Tochigi? No clue.”

“... that’s what i thought.”

He fished out the letter he hadn’t finished reading yesterday from his school bag.

“I was surprised to hear that you were the one transferring schools this time in your reply. We both got used to transferring schools when we were little… But still, Kagoshima? That's pretty far away , isn’t it? It’s no longer a distance where I can meet you whenever I want just by riding a train for half an hour. That makes me feel a little… lonely. I know you can’t help it though. Take care, Heeseung.”

ii. i love you sounds like a promise.

“Dear Heeseung, I'm so, so happy that we will be seeing each other on 4th March. It’ll be just about a year since we last met, won’t it? I don’t know why, but I feel kind of nervous. Thank you for agreeing to meet at the station nearest to my house, it’s a long journey so be careful. I will see you at 7pm at the waiting area of the station. Also, there’s a large cherry tree near my house, so I bet that in the spring… the petals will fall at five centimeters per second. I’m really hoping spring will come with you on that day, Heeseung. You know why.”

I do.

His alarm clock beeped for 12am, 4th March.

It was raining heavily outside that day. Heeseung heard some of his classmates mumble, “It’s supposed to snow by tonight.”

He was packing his things, getting ready for the long train ride. Running over to his locker and throwing his things inside, he pulled out a piece of paper, filled with an elaborate plan of his calculations. If all went right, he would be able to reach about 10 minutes before (name) did.

His watch showed 3.54pm, he was 6 minutes before time. Good. He ventured out in the rainy scenery before his eyes, pulling the hood of his coat over his head.

He got on the train, standing near the window. He looked outside and all he could see were small buildings flashing before his eyes, and snow. Snow. It wasn’t supposed to snow now, not now. Why now? Why did it not snow at night like what the weather forecast said it would?

His mind wandered back to when they were 8, and having the time of their lives.

“Hey, have you finished the book I lent you?”

“Yes, it was great! I loved it.” Not as much as I love you.

“Look! It’s a crab!” She proudly showed him her creation of a crab made out of french fries. He stared in awe, eyes sparkling. But they sparkle more when I look at you.

“Heeseung! It’s the cat we fed last time!” she jumped up and down excitedly, squealing when the cat made its way towards her, weaving itself between her legs. She bent down to pet its head, apologizing for not bringing any food. She picked the cat up and spun around, face lighting up with joy. Have I ever told you that I love your smile?

They were so similar. Exactly one year after Heeseung transferred to this new school, (name) transferred too. They both weren’t the most fond of loud places, and preferred spending time in the library. Naturally, they started talking and soon became close friends, and he had even saved her from a group of bullies ganging up on her. She had done the same too.

They were so similar, and so… in love. Maybe it was an exaggeration to say that at the mere age of 8, but he truly did feel a connection with her.

For some strange reason, Heeseung thought that they would end up going to the same middle school, high school and so on. He thought they would stay together, just as they were doing right now. How wrong he was.

iii. but every second felt like an eternity.

“Shinjuku, Shinjuku, last stop. For passengers who…” the announcement faded away.

Heeseung raced down the stairs to change train lines, reaching the train just in time before the door closed behind him. It was the first time he was at Shinjuku station. His heart pounded rapidly. He was finally about to see (name) again.

“This train will be stopping for 4 minutes to connect with the express train. For passengers headed…”

Heeseung got off the train, waiting in line to catch the next train.

He sighed as another memory freed itself from the cage he tried to lock it in.

“You’re transferring schools? But you went through all that trouble to get accepted in your current one.”

“I'm moving to a school in Tochigi… I'm so sorry.

“No, don’t feel sorry…”

“I tried telling my parents I could go from where I'm at now but they said they won’t let me until I'm older. I’m sorry…” her voice cracked at the last few words.

“You don’t have to say anymore, I understand.”

“I’m sorry…”

Through the speaker, he could clearly hear how her heart shattered like glass falling from a shelf. Yet there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

At the terminal Heeseung transferred to, there were crowds of people coming home after work. The smell of fresh snow lingered in the atmosphere, the sound of squeaky rain boots from the commuters reached his ears like an unwanted melody.

“Due to the unexpected snow, the trains headed to Oomiya terminal will be experiencing a short delay of 8 minutes in arrival. We seek your understanding and patience…”

Yet another delay. Until that moment, Heeseung had never even considered the thought of the trains arriving late. He looked at his travel plan, glancing back and forth from his watch to the handwritten words on the crumpled piece of paper. His anxiety grew even larger.

“The train is currently running 10 minutes late. We apologize for any inconveniences in your busy day…” The dreaded announcement played, with Heeseung losing hope every minute.

His watch showed 5.54pm.

“Dear passengers, due to the delay of the previous train, we will be stopping at this station for a while. We appreciate your understanding.”

The stations seemed to move further and further apart from each other, and Heeseung thought that he might never even be able to reach his destination. When the train finally moved, it seemed to stop at every single station for an unbelievably long wait, and time quickly passed by in a flash. He had more than 20 stations to go, and his watch showed 6.59pm. He had a minute left.

Tick.

It was 7.00pm.

The wait was so painfully long, and Heeseung was so, so hungry. Everything was dampening his spirits, and he never imagined that such a long-awaited day had turned into his worst nightmare. Everything was going wrong.

The time on his watch moved like a flash of lightning, yet the wait on the train was like a snail moving.

The time they said to meet had passed, and Heeseung dejectedly dumped his bag on one of the seats. He was scared that (name) was beginning to worry. He took out the letter meant for her from his pocket, gazing defeatedly at it.

The day she called him to tell him that she was transferring schools, he decided to write every single thing he had wanted to say. He worked on that one letter for 2 weeks, pouring his heart and soul into it. He couldn’t wait for her to read it and couldn’t wait for her reply. in the letter, he had confessed his feelings.

Stuffing the letter back in his pocket, Heeseung got off the train, heading to the next terminal to change lines. Staring at the piece of paper filled with his plans yet again and gazing at his watch, he walked towards a vending machine. The time was 7.41pm, and he was feeling so utterly defeated.

He reached into the pocket of his coat to pull out coins to buy a can of coffee. Rummaging in it, he pulled his hand out. The slightly creased letter got caught on his hand and fell out of his pocket, flying out into the snowstorm outside. There was nothing Heeseung could do except watch the letter fly away, until he could no longer even make out the silhouette of it. He hit the vending machine with his fist in frustration. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared down at his shoes, standing there like a pathetic loser.

Everything was going wrong.

iv. all that remained was the lingering feeling of her soft lips.

Heeseung got onto the next train, still thinking back about the letter he had poured all his love and heart into writing. It was so sad that something so precious could be taken away so easily.

“Dear passengers, due to the heavy snow, we will be making a temporary stop here. We apologize for any inconvenience…”

Heeseung stared at the black watch on his left wrist. 8.54pm. His face dropped as he removed the watch, placing it onto the small silver tray beside him. He was convinced that this was the worst thing that could ever happen, and that things could not get any worse. At least he found some stupid comfort in that knowledge.

Thinking about her letters, he seemed to picture her always writing them alone, with no one beside her to keep her company.

In the end, the train stopped there in the wilderness for almost 2 hours.

The universe clearly hated him.

He couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait. He was sure (name) would have gone back home by now.

Please tell me you have already returned home.

When Heeseung finally reached his destination, it was 10.50pm. (name) would definitely not be here anymore. He walked down the stairs, greeting the officer at the information counter with a defeated smile.

Where would he stay now? What would he do? He travelled almost 7 hours just to be defeated by this stupid thing called time.

He continued walking, dragging his feet behind him. Looking up, he saw a brief silhouette of a girl, his eyes widening in pure shock. He walked closer, stopping a few meters away from her. Her, who was sitting in front of a roaring fireplace, wrapped in a red scarf.

No… tell me you’ve gone home. Tell me you didn’t wait for me until now…

He walked even closer, stopping in front of the girl. It was her.

“(name)...”

She slowly turned her head up, vision blurring with tears when she saw his face. All she could do was hang onto his coat and sob.

He grabbed a rice ball from the handmade bento she’d worked on since this morning.

“How is it?”

“It’s the most delicious rice ball I've ever had.”

“You’re exaggerating…!”

The pair sat in front of the fireplace, eating and talking. Maybe this journey was worth it in the end.

The pair walked into the slightly less heavy snow, their footprints making an imprint in the blanket of white beneath their feet.

The girl ran into the winter wonderland, stretching her hands out as she caught the small flakes of snow in her palms.

“Hey, is that the cherry tree you talked about in your letter?” The boy asked.

“Yeah. It's the cherry tree. Don’t you think it looks a little like snow?”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. ”It sure does.” Their lips met.

As the snow fell softly to the ground, Heeseung was suddenly filled with a strange sadness. He knew that from that point on, they wouldn’t be together forever. All that could stay with him was the lingering feeling of her warm, soft lips.

That night, they stayed in a shack by the field, wrapped together in layers of blankets. They fell asleep side by side.

The next morning, the two parted.

"Heeseung, I'm sure you'll be okay from now on. I know it."

"Thank you, (name), you'll be okay too!"

The train doors closed shut, separating the two.

"I'll write to you, I'll call you too!" He desperately tried to shout his last words, placing his palm on the window of the glass door. Matching her palm to his, she smiled, trying to hide her despair. The train left the station.

He never told her about the letter for her that he'd lost, because his world changed after that kiss.

She took out a pink letter from her bag, meant for him but never given in the end. She wistfully looked towards the never-ending blue sky, and for once she felt that there was still hope.

He, too, looked out towards the scenery beyond the window. Everything was blanketed beneath a thick layer of white snow. The blue sky was clear, still, filled with clouds. If Heeseung saw correctly, there was one in the shape of a flower. He wondered if she had spotted that cloud too.

There was a strange comfort in the knowledge that they would still be under the same sky, forever.

ACT ONE: us in the past. END.

ACT TWO: the missile in the dark sky.

v. and yet i know it was love at first sight.

Sumida took in a large breath, trying to gain the courage to talk to him.

She walked over to where he was practicing archery, a smile dancing on her face when he saw her. “Good morning, Heeseung!” she chirped.

“Good morning, Sumida. You went to the beach again right? You’ve been practicing hard.”

Her face grew warm at the praise. “I wouldn’t exactly say that…”

She still hadn’t filled in the form.

Ah, the form. The one where they asked every student in school to tell them what they were aiming for in life. Be it a dream job or further education, Sumida had no idea at all what she wanted to do.

“Of course, you haven’t filled it out. Everything that’s on your mind is about Heeseung.” her friend said with a knowing laugh. She denied it strongly, a blush growing on her face at the mere mention of his name.

That evening, she stared out towards the open sea. When would she be able to surf again? The thought worried her.

The next day after class, she stood behind a wall near the bike shed. After spotting him, she gasped and hid back behind the wall. Pretending to have run into him there, she walked out.

“Sumida? You’re on your way home too?”

“Ah, yes…”

“Let’s go back together.”

Since the start, Sumida had always thought Heeeung was different from the other boys. She fell in love with him at first sight, on the day he transferred to her class. Every single day, she thought that her love for him grew even stronger. She didn’t know what to do, and she was scared every day.

“Sumida? We’re at the convenience store, do you want to buy the packet milk that you drink every day?”

She nodded her head, and rushed inside the shop. After paying, she stepped out, only to see him staring at his phone wistfully. He immediately snapped the phone shut when he saw her, tucking it in his pocket. “Oh, you didn’t get the milk today?” She shook her head and told him that she wanted to try something new.

She found herself thinking about what happened earlier. Sometimes he seemed to be writing a text message, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but she hoped that the message would be addressed to her.

The next evening, she was riding her motorcycle back home again, but this time by herself. Along the way, she spotted a familiar bike. Taking her helmet off, she got down the bike. She climbed up the small hill, only to see Heeseung writing another text message… again.

“Oh, Sumida? I’m surprised you found me here. We didn’t see each other at the bike shed today.”

He’s so kind. I don’t deserve it.

They got on their motorbikes again, riding until they stopped at a red light. A huge construction lorry drove by, and it seemed to go slower than a snail’s pace.

“They say it goes at 5 kilometers per hour.”

Something in Heeseung dropped. “They say it falls at 5 centimeters per second.”

It started raining.

vi. now i realize that you were never looking at me.

Tap. Tap. He was writing yet another text message… to no one.

He wondered when he got this strange habit.

The next morning before school, it was finally clear enough for Sumida to surf again. She was finally in her zone.

At school during lunch, one of Sumida’s friends asked, “You’re looking extremely happy today, Sumida. Did something happen between you and Heeseung?” she said nothing, and just grinned, a light blush spreading across her cheeks.

“No way!” Her friends gasped in surprise. She decided not to tell them.

She was going to confess to Heeseung today.

Yet again, she pretended to run into him at the bike shed. She mustered up her courage, waving to him. She got the same packet of milk at the convenience store, and decided that it was the right time to tell him. Pulling on his shirt, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

“Is anything wrong?”

“No… it’s nothing. Sorry.”

He nodded and they got on their bikes, but Sumida’s bike seemed to have stopped working.

Heeseung noticed it and said, “We’ll leave the bikes here and repair it tomorrow. I’ll walk home with you.” She was about to refuse, but he had already started walking.

They walked side by side along the deserted path, not exchanging a single word.

I have to tell him… but how?

She looked down at her feet, tears starting to form in her eyes. She trailed behind him, the tears turning into sobs. Heeseung turned around, startled to see her suddenly crying. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s nothing…” She still continued sobbing. Why? Don’t be so nice to me…

The pair stood there, no words leaving their mouths except for sobs from Sumida. Suddenly, a loud roaring sound could be heard. As they turned to look at the source of the interruption, they spotted a missile being launched into the sky. It seemed to go higher and higher, and never stopped. Then, once it was all out of view, all that remained was a cloud of white smoke.

Sumida felt like she found the answer to everything.

She now knew why she had found Heeseung to be different from others, but at the same time, she finally realized that Heeseung was never really looking at her. That is why, on that day, she never confessed or said a word to him.

vii. because i will never be the one you desire.

Heeseung was kind. He was truly kind. But he was always looking far beyond her. He was looking far into the distance. She would never know what he was looking for.

She was sure she couldn’t give him what he truly wanted.

Like the missile blasted into the universe on that day, he would only be looking towards the unknown.

Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year… he would always only look far beyond her.

But even today, tomorrow, next week, month, year, forever… she would only look at him. She would only be helplessly in love with him. She would only desire him.

Even if they magically got together somehow, she knew that she would never be the one who he wanted most. She would only be a backup plan. She would only be a mere replacement.

Because whatever he was searching for, whoever he seemed to be texting everyday, and whoever he wanted, that person would never be her. And she knew that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. So she gave up.

She gave up trying to befriend him. She gave up trying to make him fall for her. She gave up hoping that he would somehow return her feelings.

She also hated him for giving him false hope, for being so kind to her, for comforting her all the time. However, she was thankful for him all the same.

It was time for her to stop trying.

Whoever you’re looking for, far beyond me, I hope you find them.

ACT TWO: the missile in the dark sky. END.

ACT THREE: last night, i had a dream.

viii. what if i had turned my head back that day?

Click. Tap. The sound of a keyboard reverberated throughout the small one-room apartment. Heeseung was typing and working on a document for his workplace, just as his boss had instructed him to. When he was done, he snapped the lid of the laptop shut, leaning back in his chair. His neck and shoulders ached.

His phone rang, his girlfriend’s name on the caller ID. Deciding not to pick the phone up, he tells himself that he will break up with her later. Not now.

He decided to head out. Throwing on a brown jacket, he shut the door behind him. It was spring anyways, it wouldn’t be too cold.

Reaching the railway tracks, he walked past a girl. How funny. It was the same tracks as the one that they had promised to watch the cherry blossoms together at. And the girl... She seemed to recognise him. And he had recognized her. He gasped lightly, but never turned his head back. Once they were both on opposite sides of the railway, he stopped in his tracks.

If I turned back now, I have a strong feeling that she would turn back as well.

He slowly looked over his shoulder, and so did she, and-

Whoosh!

The train zoomed past them, obstructing their view of each other. Just like years before.

The train never seemed to end. He looked down to the floor.

After it had fully passed by, he lifted his head up again, slowly and expectantly.

She was gone.

ix. and the snow falls like cherry blossoms on a vibrant spring day.

Heeseung was walking home from yet another dreaded day at work. The sky was already dark.

Out of habit, Heeseung took his phone out, beginning to type a message, yet stopped just before he hit send. Who was this message addressed to?

Stuffing his phone back in the pocket of his coat, he noticed it.

Small flakes of white dancing down gracefully, one of them melting in his palm.

It had started to snow.

“(name), i really wish you’d stay til’ new year’s.”

“Mother, I’ll be seeing you in a month for the wedding anyways. It’s fine.”

“Alright then. Take care of him well, okay? Call us if you need anything.”

“I will.” (name) smiled as she boarded the train, waving to her parents.

The book wasn’t as interesting as she hoped it would be. Closing the book, she placed it neatly in her bag. Her engagement ring twinkled as it caught the sunlight.

She looked out of the window wistfully, as if she was searching for something far away in the distance.

Last night, I dreamt of something. Back when he and I were both still children. It’s probably because of the letter I found yesterday while looking through my old possessions.

Somewhere in his apartment, Heeseung held a cigarette in his hand. His phone rang again. Heading into his apartment from the small balcony, he stared blankly at the email. Speed-reading it, one of the sentences caught his eye.

“Even now, I still love you…” That’s what the girl he’d been with for 3 years said. Yet, he was sure that even if they had exchanged a thousand messages, their hearts wouldn’t have moved even a centimeter closer.

Because I’m still in love with her.

x. the cherry blossoms stir and fall again as the train passes by.

Over the past few years, Heeseung has had so many thoughts. He didn’t know what these disturbing feelings were about or where they had surfaced from, so he decided to drown himself in work. Then one day, he realized that his heart was withering, and there was nothing in it but pain. He had completely lost all his feelings.

That day, he resigned from his job.

Kicking off empty beer cans from his floor, he put on a coat and walked out into the streets. It was cooling, and not too chilly. Perfect.

He walked into the convenience store, the bell on the door chiming behind him. He picked up a magazine, the front cover of it being the missile that was launched a decade ago. The one that he saw with his own two eyes.

At the same time when he was reading the magazine, she was standing at the train station, ready to go back home for the wedding.

Last night, I had a dream.

A dream of long ago.

Within the dream, the two of us were still thirteen…

Standing across the vast field blanketed in snow as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, the lights shimmering in houses were set sparsely, far and wide.

All that was left upon the newly fallen snow were our footprints.

Just like that…

We wished, without hesitation, that one day…

The two of us would be able…

… to see the cherry blossoms together again.

The snow fell gently, cascading down like cherry blossoms from a sakura tree.

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➔Pairing: Jeno x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Sexual tension & Penetration. ➔Word count: 2,470

➔Summary: You haven't called your ex-boyfriend in two years, but he's the first person you call when you're in a bit of trouble. He comes when you call, thus sparking a night neither of you will be able to move on from.

Anon request #1: can I request an ex to lovers scenario with jeno where his ex and him decided to stay as friends and since always they had a huge tension and after 2 years they got really flirty or smth, thanks💖

Anon request #2: hi, I want to request a drabble about sex with jeno, thank you!!

Jeno looked at his buzzing cell phone and blinked lazily. He hadn't seen your number come up since you broke up with him, which had to have been two years ago. He had managed to stay friends with you over those two years, but you were never friendly enough to call each other at three in the morning. Still, Jeno picked up the call to hear static at the other end of the line, wondering if he would still feel the same when he heard the sound of your voice.

"Hello?"

There was more static. When he thought you might have pocket dialed him, and he was getting ready to hang up, he heard your voice. Time seemed to slow down in those moments.

"Jeno?" you said. "I don't have good service out here. I'm scared, Jeno."

Feeling his heart race, Jeno asked, "Where are you? What is going on?"

"Off the highway. My car broke down." you said. "Can you come get me?"

Jeno sprang out of bed immediately, tearing the covers from his naked body. He got dressed while keeping you on the phone with him, so that you weren't scared. He drove to where you were, pulling over to the side of the road. When you saw him, you got out of your car and stood awkwardly, wringing your hands together.

"I know I shouldn't have called you first," you started to say. "But i-"

"-It's okay." he said, meaning it.

Jeno was bone tired, but being in front of you made him more alert. Though you broke his heart, he was still so careful with yours. Jeno came over to your car to look at it, pulling up the hood like he had any idea what he was truly doing. You watched his muscles as he fiddled around with stuff, your eyes slightly glazing over.

"I don't know much about cars." he said, shutting the hood. "I'll call someone to come pick this up. Until then, I will drive you back home. It's too late for us to be waiting out here."

You nodded and followed him back to his car. He made the call quickly before setting his cell phone down in the cup holder. There was so much gratitude for him in the silence, but you couldn't seem to get any of your thoughts out. You were still thinking about his muscles, about how handsome he looked at nearly four in the morning.

"It's done," he said. "They'll pick your car up soon. You can figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Thank you." you said.

It had started to rain. A few droplets hit the front of his windshield before a whole sheet of rain came down, hitting the top of his roof as hard as rocks. He could barely see out of the windshield, so he decided to wait for the storm to pass. It was awkward inside of the car, and too quiet.

You cleared your throat. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Jeno looked over at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Seeing his expression, you realized what an invasive question it was. You tried backtracking, but you were sputtering your words enough to make Jeno laugh.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not seeing anyone."

You didn't know what you were thinking. Maybe you were too tired to think straight. Maybe it was the sound of the rain. Maybe it was the way he looked at you in the darkness of the car. You reached over and touched the hand that rested on the steering wheel until he looked you in your eyes.

"You got Lasik eye surgery." you said. "You used to look so cute in your glasses."

For Jeno, it was easy. There has always been sexual tension between you. Touching the top of your hand felt natural. He leaned over, grabbed your chin and kissed you. You made out, completely unaware that the rain had stopped. When everything slowed down, you were straddling Jeno in his seat, and his hands were on your ass. You parted, your eyes staying on his lips until he spoke.

"I should get you home." he said.

"You should come home with me." you said, surprising yourself more than him.

Jeno laughed and eased your body off of his. "I want that more than you know, but I don't think it's a good idea. I could never control myself around you. "

Jeno drove you home, the only sound in the car coming from the windshield wipers noisily wiping away droplets of rain. You followed the blades swiping left to right, your brain in a funk.

Breaking up with Jeno was one of your top ten mistakes. You weren't as wise as you are now. You didn't know what you had when you let it go. You had carried his hurt with you everywhere you went for two years. Though you remained as friends, there was always weird tension whenever you met up with each other. His group of friends didn't trust you, and your group of friends always took your side, even though each of them was in love with Jeno. Your shared friends didn't get into the middle of it, and you and Jeno spent 24 months skating around unspoken apologies.

"We never had a chance to talk alone." you said, finally getting the bravery to speak out. “There are a lot of things left unsaid.”

Jeno pulled up in front of your house. You weren't surprised he knew where you had moved to, because you had been dropping hints for months. You had always hoped Jeno would roll up one day and give you another chance you didn't quite think you deserved.

"We don't have to talk about it now. "It's early in the morning and we both could use some sleep," he said.

You hummed in agreement, looking out of the rain soaked window at your lonely, dark house. You looked up at the sky and wanted the sun to come up, to cast a pretty glow over you and soften the experience of sitting with your ex in his car.

"You're like my knight in shining armor." you said. "I owe you a lot."

You had your hand on the door handle. You wanted to lean over and kiss him the way he kissed you, but your bravery only went so far. Jeno seemed to be thinking a similar thing. His eyes fell to your lips. Before either of you could act, he unlocked his doors.

"Get some sleep." he said, rubbing his arms as if he were cold. "I'll check in tomorrow to see how you're doing. I don't want them overcharging you for their services. If you want, I can go with you to make sure they don't."

"Okay." was all you could say. You got out of the car, tapped on his window as a way to say thank you and walked up the pathway to your house. You touched your fingers to your lips and remembered the way he tasted.

Jeno stayed there idling while you put your lock into the door and turned the handle. Once you were safely inside, you didn't wait to see if he had driven away.

You walked into your home, not caring enough to flick lights on. You weren’t as tired as before. Making out with Jeno had felt like an IV of caffeine had slipped into your bloodstream. Your body felt swollen in places, your heart most of all. You walked through the rooms, taking off your bra underneath your t-shirt and flinging it across the back of your couch. Your foot was on the first step of your stairs when you heard a soft rapping sound on your front door. Backtracking, you walked back to the door and flung it open, crossing one of your arms against your chest to hide yourself.

“Hi,” Jeno said.

He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes darting frantically around your face. You had no time to greet him back before he stepped over the threshold and took your lips against his. You moved your arm and let him smash his hard chest against your free breasts. Your nipples were aroused and you knew he could feel them against the thin material of his t-shirt. You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him, savoring the taste and feel of him.

“I know I said no but....” he said, between kisses. “It was very hard to watch you walk away from me just now.”

You kissed him and bit down on his lip, pulling it lightly with your teeth before letting go. “Take me to bed.” you said. “Or the floor...the couch..i don’t care, Jeno, just take me.”

Jeno picked you up into his arms. He shut your front door and locked it behind him without ever taking himself away from your lips. He was strong enough to carry you upstairs without struggling, which made you even more aroused than you already felt.

“To the left.” you whispered against his mouth.

It was strange having him in your new bedroom, yet, there was something familiar about seeing him amongst your possessions. He felt like he belonged. Jeno set you down on your bed and let out a groan of approval when you wouldn’t let go of his neck. You tried to trap him with your thighs, but he had pinned your arms above your head, which made you release him. Your body relaxed, half hanging off of your bed. Your stomach was bare where your shirt had ridden up, so Jeno leaned down to kiss it. He pushed it all the way up to expose your bare breasts and take them in your mouth one at a time. He was really going at it, feeling them and teasing them, when you put a stop to things and slipped out from underneath him.

“Can you give me a moment?” you asked, your face growing hot. “ I just need a second.”

Jeno sighed but agreed. He sat on the edge of your bed and watched you slink into your bathroom. You tried your best to freshen up, to get the 5 a.m stink off of you. Your mind was frantic and thinking of a million things that could go wrong. You realized that you were extremely nervous. The door to the bathroom slowly opened to reveal Jeno standing there with his hands in his pockets, and all of those thoughts faded like ghosts into the foreground.

“What are you doing?” he asked, crooking his finger. “Get over here.”

It was much easier than you thought it would be. It was like two friends getting together after a long time, friends that knew each other’s bodies inside and out. You tore off your shirt, not caring whether your armpits were sweating anymore. He met your breasts and moaned in appreciation as his mouth got back to business. On the bed, he rolled on top of you, laying kisses all down your body. You lifted your head up and let him nip at your neck. You took your hands and placed them underneath his t-shirt to touch his abs.

“Well,” you breathed. “This has changed.”

Jeno could only laugh. He took off his shirt and let you admire his body, which had definitely changed since the last time you took him to bed. You touched the hardness of his chest, down to the smoothness of tummy leading down to his cock, which you remembered in every detail. You sidled underneath him and let your tongue taste the salt on his skin. You bit down on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

Your body had changed, too. You were softer in a lot of places, which Jeno loved. He wanted to touch and savor all of you. There was an overeagerness to him that stifled any remaining awkwardness there could have been. He bit down on your shoulder in response, scraping his teeth against your skin before he met your mouth. His tongue wound its way around yours for a few seconds, just relishing the feeling of them together.

Once all the clothes were removed, a desperation started to change the atmosphere. Things were no longer silly. He didn’t laugh. You didn’t go anywhere but in his arms. The rain on the window was quiet but present. The sun was seeping into your skin where you lay underneath him. There was a moment where he grabbed your face between his hands and held you there, his thumb brushing across your cheek. He kissed you sweetly, his lips full.

When Jeno entered you, it was like all the memories of your sex life came flooding back. You would always miss him inside of you when he wasn’t there, miss the full feeling that came when he penetrated you for the very first time. You had missed the sounds his throat made whenever he concentrated on pleasuring you. You hadn’t forgotten how skilled his fingers were at fondling you, or how each stroke never failed to make you lose all thought. He fucked your body like it meant something in the morning glow. He didn’t slow down for anything, not even when he felt your fingernails digging into his back.

He had let you take control. You moved on top of him and sank down onto his cock, holding onto his arms as you did. With your hands pressed against his chest, you moved. You rode Jeno wildly, bucking against his pelvis with abandon. He tugged on your hair when you tilted your chin towards the ceiling. He gripped your waist. He smacked your ass. He did everything in his power to bring you back to him every time you slipped away. Your eyes eventually found him again. You moved lower and rode him, your sweaty body gliding against his. He held you, his thick arm around your neck as he felt your walls contract, as you came around his cock.

You wanted to cry out, wanted to bring the room down around you. You kept fucking him, wanting to coax the cum from his cock, to feel the warmth moving downwards with gravity. You wanted to keep it going forever, but it wasn’t meant to be. It had been a long time since you two had made love, and your bodies were too excited to hold back.

You knew there would be a talk somewhere in the future, when he was ready. As Jeno screwed up his face in orgasm, as you felt the warmth of his cum, you were a little too happy to prolong that conversation. You wanted him in your life for a long time but, for now, you would take him any way you could get him.

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