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saradika · 2 years

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hoping against hope

Rated M - 2.8k

Pairings - kino loy x wife!reader

Tags: andor spoilers, fix-it fic, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence and death, anxiety, vaguely implied sexual content, loose third-person pov, flashbacks

Summary: There is one way out. And against all odds - he takes it.

He comes home.

A/N - Based heavily on this vanity fair interview (the snippets of his backstory), and an exploration to see what it might be like if he had made it home to his family (which comprises of his wife - no descriptors given). Of course Andor is so brilliantly written - this is purely for a little bit of angst and comfort.

There had been a time - years ago - when a knock at the door would have had her racing through the room.

Her heart leaping into her throat as she threw open the door, chest so tight she could hardly breathe.

And now, she despises it.

It’s become a painful thing, something she’s become dulled to over the years. Enough to where if she has company, they will answer the door for her. Walk right in, if they know she is home.

But she’s alone, tonight.

And the knock rings out, again.

———

It’s late, far past dark - nerves coiling in her stomach as her fingers curl around the blaster. Something she had never wanted to own, but had become a necessity over the past few years.

With the troopers that moved into town, the trouble seeming to follow in their wake. A constant and painful reminder of what happened.

It’s been close to a decade but she still remembers the call - the hushed croak of a voice, the tone of someone not wanting to be overheard.

“It’s Kino. They’re here, at the mine-”

She knew the comm was from one of the boys on his shift. Had barely made it in time, pushing her way to the front of the crowd as a group of men were slapped in binders.

Her husband - red-faced, the shaken-loose swoop of hair that swung across his forehead - still arguing, as his arms are yanked behind him.

Her voice, carried through the air - his snarl cutting off as he sees her. The flash of sorrow, the moment of distraction used to push them into the transport.

Eight years.

For disturbing the peace.

For disrupting Empire regulations and procedure.

For just wanting fair hours - the recent increase in output leading to illness, accidents, injury. Two men in critical condition, a dozen more wounded, from a collapsed tunnel that never should have happened.

All under his watch.

It could have all been prevented.

It had been enough to make him snap.

A calm discussion that had quickly turned to shouting, to violence, leading to four men arrested. Their judgment passing just as quickly - barely any time to process, to say goodbye - before he was gone.

And it’s like a ghost stands before her now - as the door swooshes open. The blaster clattering to the floor, because she knows that shape, the curve of lips and the shape of a nose beneath the low hood of the cloak.

The hands that push the fabric back, the bit of light from the twin moons casting shadows across his face.

And though a part of her know this - her brain seems to stutter, the picture in front of her not making sense.

Because, it was him. Not entirely the him she knew. Her husband. His face is different - still him, just older. The dark ink of his hair turned silver, the light, neat beard now full and long. Lines carved deep from time around his eyes and forehead.

Though, his eyes are the same.

The same as the photos, the same as in her memories and dreams.

They blink at her - no words coming as he takes a step forward. As her arms are coming to wrap around him, a sob choking her as his hand curls around the back of her head, crushing her against him.

He was home.

———

The door locks in place when he steps inside.

There’s a million questions they both have, all of them tight and stuck in their throats. A weird sort of melancholic remembrance - a moment in time where things felt just as they had been. A jolt as they realize it couldn’t be more different.

She says his name and it’s like a gift - his memory returning, so much already restored when he had stepped onto this planet. Even more so when he found his way to the town.

So unsure if she would still be there.

That was something that had been on his mind for days, months. Years.

Afraid that she would have left. Or maybe, if she had stayed - that she had moved on.

Found someone else.

He wouldn’t have blamed her.

It would have hurt - after everything. Crawling his way out of that hell, to get back here.

But - he would have understood.

That twist of unease and fear finally and mercifully laid to rest, when he saw her standing in their doorway.

He’s home, but he’s not.

It’s not the same, and it never will be.

Her hand trembles against his face, thumb brushing over weeks-old scruff. He leans into it, the first touch in years that wasn’t a means to an end.

When her mouth presses to his and his eyes close, it’s now and it’s twelve years ago and he can hear a rough, ragged sound that takes him a moment to realize it’s coming from his own throat.

Eight years of pushing everything down, springing to the surface as his jaw grits.

She leads him to their room. Set up the same but much like them, the details had changed over the years. Searching through closets that still hold his things, even after all this time.

Finding him clothes, to get him out of the ones he’s been working in, traveling in, sleeping in. Clothes that weren’t even his - the shoes too tight on aching feet, the jacket frayed at the cuffs and heavily stained.

Both a luxury, after the prison.

“Tell me everything.” She tells him, handing him an old sweater that smells freshly laundered.

He hesitates.

So much like he had on the platform at Narkina 5.

Because nothing had turned out the way he thought it would. Even after the days, weeks, it took to get back here - he's still uncertain.

Such a different hestitation from before, because then, he had been sure of what would happen. Had known from the beginning, as soon as the whispers began.

Had made peace with it the night before. A stab of guilt the he had thought about the complicity he had been lulled into. The daze and ache in the hallway with Ulaf that came when he realized he was never going to leave that prison alive.

Because there would be no escape.

Not for him. Not here.

He couldn’t swim.

An irony that was not lost on him. It was a prison in more ways than one - caging him in, even as he stood, breathing in the fresh air.

Feet planted flat on the platform as the others rushed by, diving into the ocean, to their freedom. The rueful smile he had managed to send Keef, before the despair set in - so close to freedom, after all those years.

At the cost of his self-sacrifice, thousands of others could go home, rejoin their families. It was what he had to do, he knew that.

She was never far from his mind, as his eyes closed. Stinging, from the sun and the wind and the tears that seem to spring up, unbidden.

Not paying attention to the surge of men from another floor, rushing from the stairs. His feet ripped out from underneath him as he's suddenly falling.

Plummeting.

Kino is ripped from the memory when she touches his arm - still unsure if he’s real. A sentiment he understands well, the ghost of a smile he sends her way in thanks.

He’s sure he’s frightening her, that she’s worrying. So - as he eases off the torn, canvas jacket - he begins.

He fills in what he can - as he tugs on a pair of thick woolen socks, because he never wants to be barefoot again. Because she knows the timing didn’t line up. That he’s early, that something had happened.

Her hand clutched in his, as he catches her up over these years they’ve been apart. His voice clipped and mechanical, because the wounds are too fresh, and this is the only way he can get through them.

But there’s so many things he doesn’t tell her.

That he won’t ever say out loud.

How he’s spent the last three years unable to remember the way her voice sounded.

Hating himself for forgetting.

How he never thought he’d breathe fresh air, again. How there’s so much of him he’s had to tamp down, close up inside his head, just to make it through each day. Turning himself into a shell, because he had to.

How he’s seen death. Time and time again.

Seeing his own on that platform, how he mourned for himself but also for the woman waiting for him. Wondering if she would ever find out what happened.

His throat growing tight as he weaves in what he can. Skipping over the parts that were too painful. Trying to make her understand just how dire things had been, for all of them.

Her fury and fear and amazement written so plainly across her face. It’s hard to bear.

The afterwards is easier. How those in the water had scattered - how the few of them that had made it to the eastern shore had escaped.

Grateful for Keef again - figuring out how to sneak them aboard a transport that was heading off-world. Stealing clothes, lying through their teeth. Surviving.

Finding men desperate enough for workers, that they didn’t care where they came from. It had almost been funny - the old Weequay foreman telling them to keep their heads down, to do what they were told. It felt different, when you were a free man.

He could do that.

Hours of hard labor in exchange for a pitiful amount of credits. Each day passing, until he could afford a ship home.

Talking until his throat grows hoarse, until he’s realizing for the first time just how weary he is.

She takes over then - like she always had. Coaxing him to bed after a long shift, making him take care of himself.

Sliding in besides him, just as they used to. Lying in silence, her head pressed against his chest. His arms around her in an iron grip.

“I missed you.” He speaks into the dark, “Stars, I missed you.”

Grateful she can’t see him, the cracks that threaten to shatter his armor. He isn’t sure what would happen if she could.

Isn’t sure he’s that strong, yet.

His eyes shut when she repeats the words back.

Finally feeling like he can breathe again.

———

It pains her to hear what happened. To see him like this, though she’s never been more grateful. It’s feels unbelievable, what he’s been through.

Staying awake after he drifts off, exhaustion pulling him under after his long travels, the effort of revisiting the memories.

Watching him, the furrow in his brow that persists, even when asleep.

He’d always been a stern man.

It had become a running joke, the man who was used to barking orders, keeping the line running flawlessly.

A loth-wolf, ferocious as one.

Until he met her.

“And what am I, now?” He had asked, an eyebrow cocked - at one of their evenings spent in good company, at the local cantina.

The two men across from her exchanged looks, before one smirked, leaning closer.

“A tooka, chief.”

Kino had scoffed, lifting his glass - but she could see the edge of a smile hidden behind the cup.

Could feel the warmth of his hand, from where it rested along the back of the booth. Where his fingers brushed the bare skin of her neck, goosebumps raising after.

There was a lot she remembered about that night.

But, she thinks - that softening was gone.

All hard edges, now. Rougher than before.

She think she understands. She isn’t sure she could have made it through what he did - what he had to do to made it home.

The waiting had been agony, but she had bared it. The boys at the mine had been there for her, after. Checking on her, making sure she ate. They had respected him, knowing what he had done was for them.

But Kino had been alone. Stolen from her.

He wasn’t the only thing that Empire had taken from them.

Once upon a time, recently after they were married, there had been whispers. Just little hopes and dreams under the sheets, about their future together. Where they would live, where they would go. What they would do.

Things that she wasn’t even sure were possible - but at that moment, it hadn’t mattered.

It feels like the Empire has stolen that from them, as well. Hope and dreams and time.

So much time.

But, she thinks - maybe they could make it up.

Together.

———

It’s still dark when he finds himself gasping for breath.

Forgetting for a long moment where he is.

This happens often now - the memory of falling. The feeling of weightlessness, the terror as he suddenly jolts awake - expecting the icy impact.

Remembering the way the fear tasted as he went under, as sharp as the salt water that filled his throat.

Somehow - mercifully, instinctually - finding his way to the surface.

Thinking, better to die here, a free man - than face the same death of so many before him.

But he hadn’t. Another grace of the gods, the Force, he'd thank anything - as some of the men from his shift find him. He thinks he tells them to leave him. It’s hard to remember, the panic overshadowing his memories.

But they don't.

They remember his words.

You see someone who's confused, someone who is lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us.

They put the place behind them.

His feet touched down on land.

He reaches for her then, remembering. Just as he had reached for them, just as his head was about to submerge again.

The worn cotton of her nightdress feels like silk to his calloused fingers. Unable to sleep soundly in a room that isn’t harsh and white and sterile.

Too warm in his clothes but it’s better than being cold all the time, as he curls himself around her again. Slowly recounting all the things he’s forgotten.

Reacquainting himself with the one he loves, as she stirs, rolling over to face him. Remembering with slow and careful fingers, how they used to fit together so perfectly.

If he only has tonight - then he’ll make it count.

———

There’s the brush of his cheek against hers as the sky just starts to turn from violet to bronze, a voice low in your ear. Tugging her from slumber - this time a much more rested sleep.

“I can’t stay.”

There’s an edge to his voice, sorrow wrapped in steel because he hasn’t been sure how to tell her.

Because he had known. Had been asked to go with Keef and Melshi - where he had hesitated again.

“I can’t.” He had rasped, his eyes bouncing between the two of them.

Keef had understood. The sharp look in his eye, the way his head ducked to make eye contact. His words just as clipped and clear and sure as during that moment in the elevator.

“Kino. There is no going back. Not now.”

He knew there wasn’t. Not to before.

But he could afford a night, couldn’t he? Hadn’t he earned that, after all of those years?

Just a chance to see her, again.

She turns, frowning as she blinks sleepily at him, trying to caught up. Awake enough to notice the singularity of his words, the exact tone in which he says them.

“It’s not safe. For you, for me.” His arms tighten around her, betraying his words, “I haven’t told you everything that’s happened. I need to leave, before-“

Kino’s word die off as she scoffs, her frown deepening - as she rolls over to face him.

It’s insulting. How he assumes she’s stayed here because she wanted to. That she wouldn’t have ran - to her old home, to somewhere new, anywhere - if there had been a way to tell him.

That she hadn’t been terrified to leave the house for weeks, in case something had changed, and he had come home. That she still left notes when she left the house for more than an hour.

That she hadn’t been staying for him.

He misinterprets, hurt flashing across his features, before his jaw sets. But then she’s kissing him, the soft press of her mouth before she’s pushing herself up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed.

“Tell me the rest, then.” She calls from over her shoulder, as she pull the bags out from the storage beneath, “While we pack.”

She’s waited for him - just as he had for her.

She wasn’t letting go of him now.

#a fix it fic #kino loy x reader #kino lot x f!reader #kino loy x you #Kino Loy #andor spoilers

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wannabegwenstacy · 1 year

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Eden's Favorite Jeonghan Tumblr Fics

updated: 4/18/2023

Main A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)

Temporary A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.

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how to give a blowjob (and other things) for dummies (only with Jeonghan) by @multiland

Pairing: Jeonghan x female reader (ft. Kino)

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, small angst, fluff.

Wordcount: +11k

Warnings: Jeonghan acts like a jerk, jealousy, dirty talking, blowjob, touching, lots of kissing, fingering, oral (fem), unprotected sex.

Summary: your friendship with Jeonghan takes a turn the day the two of you cross the line when he decides to teach you how to give a blowjob, despite your promises of everything staying the same. Tired of waiting for him to acknowledge the elephant in the room, you decide to go on dates. Needless to say, he doesn't like it one bit.

hers by @venerex

Pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

inflection point series by @lovelyhan

Pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

Wordcount: 6.3k + 8.3k + 7.6k

Tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

Warnings: | pt.2 : implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!) | pt.3 : graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

Summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

#seventeen #seventeen fic rec #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #jeonghan #jeonghan fic rec #jeonghan smut #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x reader

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ivryne · 1 year

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⌗ THE AFTERMATH. | scara x f!reader

need help ASAP ⊹ scara & friends

01. SCARAMOUCHE (KUNIKUZUSHI)

Your average runaway child with a toxic parent

Third year bioengineering student bc that's the only major he likes that his mom approve off

Loves to watch anime secretly (but childe ofc knows that)

Looks like he hates everything but acc has a soft spot for animals (esp his cat Scarameow!)

Met Childe during elementary when Scara was bullied bc of his height. After that Childe's mom js sorta adopted him.

Have been rivals w Name since hs and they've always been switching from top 1 & top 2.

02. CHILDE (AJAX)

Third year business and entrepreneurship major

Lives in his penthouse alone but his friends are always over so basically they live tgt ig.

Known for his fun, charismatic, and easygoing attitude hence why many are willing to be his friend (but he's frvr loyal to his group ofc!)

Has a gf named Lumine. They like to break up but everyone knows that they'll js make up the next day.

Besties w Scara since they were smol beans and his mom is also Scara's mom now.

03. KAZUHA

Third year eng lit major

Lots of ppl think he's high but that's js the way he talks TT

Quite calm but has his own way of having fun

Acc a romantic at heart and writes poetry/haikus when he can.

04. ALBEDO

Third year chem major and fine arts minor

School's genius bc he acc got an invitation to study in TU w a 100% scholarship

Loves painting and drawing (he also takes art coms from ppl for money)

Friends w Name bc they're coworkers in a cafe near school (broke scholar students thingz)

Likes to eat spiders??? (he said that they're nutritious)

05. VENTI

Third year music major

Has two sides (fun & crazy Venti OR super wise papa Venti)

Knows all the hot topic and gossips throughout TU. (He talks abt them to the group but srsly only Childe acc knows all the ppl he talks abt)

Super good at things he can (music) but fails other subjects he deemed irrelevant (math)

06. AETHER

Third year journalism major w his sis

Uni's pretty boy

Too kind for his own good (he can't say no)

Though super protective of his sister albeit being the younger twin

Always side eyes Childe when they "break up". But he knows Childe won't ever cheat on Lumine bc man is head over heels.

⌗ THE AFTERMATH. masterlist ; prev | next

synopsis . . . You had it coming, really. It was your fault that you accepted that reckless dare, and it was your responsibility to deal with the aftermath. The question was how? How were you going to face all your pride and dignity after you slept with HIM? Your arch nemesis, the bane of your existence, and your number one rival since highschool, Scaramouche Kunikuzushi.

taglist — CLOSED! ( please inform me if you changed your user or wanna ber removed ! ) @raideneiari @kino-alternative @xirthia @meigalaxy @ghostsaysno @sakiimeo @lxry-chxn @mcryv @ar1sc0rn3r @thomawifey @thenightsflower @scaraapologist @plinkuro @kairxse @baelloraa @scaravibe @samyayaya @darkcheesecakemusic @lazy-sanns @blurr3db3rry @lfgceo @kaekazuha04 @certaindreampost @kissingkzuha @jinxnotpowder @exhaustedcommunist @katsumikumo @phoenix-eclipses @tatiratty @anotherdayanotherobsession @celestair @lunaavity @bajifairyy @azu-rei @starryeyedkoko @kar0ki @cindywasneverhere @strangeauthorrascalfreak @lilactaro @kxr0mi @aludicpoet @albedonwanderer @d4y-dr3am3r @karma-gisa @elakari

NOTE. can’t wait to post the first chp hehe

#genshin x reader #genshin smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer

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tamayosclinic · 2 years

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Hello!

How are you? Do you have any plans for summer? :D

Could I request childhood friends to lovers SFW (and maaaybe NSFW) headcanons with Kyoujurou? I'm a sucker for this trope, but there's lack of it in kny fandom (or I just can't search properly lol), so I went "LET'S FREAKING GOOO", when saw that your requests are open. xD Preferably female reader, but GN is also fine!

Kyojuro x F!Reader childhood friends to lovers HCs

Warning(s): Includes NSFW HCs

Author's Note(s): I might go on an out of town family trip towards the end of the summer, but since my sister and I are taking summer classes, the planning is complicated. Aside from that, this turned out longer than I expected so sorry for the short NSFW section was short. Enjoy.

Word Count: 604

Your mother was friends with Kyojuro’s mother, Ruka. When you first met him, you instantly clicked. Kyojuro had been training from the moment he learned to walk, but he started veering away from it to hang out with you.

Shinjuro thought you were a bad influence but kept his opinion to himself thanks to Ruka telling him to let Kyojuro enjoy his childhood. When Ruka got sick and died after having Senjuro, he became more focused on his training than being a kid.

Kyojuro was glad that you remained friends with him. If you want, he would even teach you about breath styles and demons, though he made you promise that you would only use it in self-defense rather than become a demon slayer.

You watched as he completed his job milestones, from passing the final selection to reaching Kinoe rank. Then came Mitsuri Kanroji. Her relationship with Kyojuro was strictly mentor/student, but you could not help the twist in your heart when you thought of them being alone while on duty. You deserve an award for not letting it show during your interactions with Mitsuri.

When you received news from Kyojuro’s crow that he got promoted to Hashira, you and Senjuro got to work preparing a celebration at your house—because Shinjuro would shut it down if you held it at his house.

You became acquainted with the other Hashira through Kyojuro. That twisting feeling in your heart re-emerged when you watched him interact with Shinobu, who was flirty with him—whether unintentional or not, you could not tell, but it didn’t matter. You wanted to butt in and drag Kyojuro away but held back since it was your first time meeting the Hashira.

You held some resentment, so you vented about it to your mom when you returned home, and she said the magic words that sent you down the rabbit hole, “you’re jealous (Y/n). You must have a little crush on your friend.”

You tried your best to deny it, but you failed. You began noticing subtle things you would do when around Kyojuro. Longing stares, your heart leaped when you heard his loud voice, hearty laugh, and the desire to feel his warmth. Still, you are good at keeping things to yourself. Kyojuro is a Hashira, and you’re a regular citizen. You were sure he would go for someone within the corps who could handle themselves.

Those thoughts didn’t last long, thanks to Senjuro outing Kyojuro’s habit of practicing a confession loudly in his sleep. You confessed your feelings to Kyojuro when he returned from a mission.

Dates, gift-giving, nights slept cuddling, and sweet moments that follow his return from mission become the norm.

NSFW

You are Kyojuro’s priority during intimacy. His cock is thick, so he makes sure you are wet enough and adjust when he slips in.

Your first few times together are pure vanilla as you both learn what gets the other going, then you establish your likes and dislikes through experimenting.

I think we all agree that Kyojuro has a breeding kink and lots of stamina. If you’re down, he’d like to beat his best record each time. Praise kink and getting his hair pulled are also his favorites. Impact play is also on the table if you ask for it.

Semi-public sex occasionally happens because the man is insatiable. However, if his fellow Hashiras are likely to catch you in the act, he’d rather wait until you are at least a mile away. He cums anywhere except your face. You have the face of a goddess, and he finds it treasonous to soil it with his seed.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny headcanons

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starlitmark · 1 year

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Summary: After your hookup with Changmin, you thought you’d be in the clear for hookups. Then you run into someone new. Pairing: Hyunguu (Kino) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: oral (f receive), praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom-sub undertones Word Count: 1,337

Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone. ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 6: If there’s a will, there’s a way.

You’ve been texting with Changmin almost non-stop since yesterday. Despite how alluring he is sexually, there’s some electric zing between you. You don’t know what it is, but it’s fun. You’re just wandering around the town observing. Things have changed a lot since you came here as a child, in both good and bad ways. Your friend who owns a cafe mentioned that there’s a bit more foot traffic around. Neither of you can really be sure why that is, though.

That’s when you see him. You don’t know who he is but know you’ve never seen him. He’s eyeing you up, and while you don’t feel nearly as drawn to him as you did Changmin, you do still feel drawn to him. You whip out your phone and navigate your way to Changmin’s text message thread.

You || would you care if I hooked up with someone?

Changminnie || I can’t stop you from doing anything. I don’t own you, princess. || Just know I’ll turn your ass red again cause I don’t like sharing very much.

You || No? || Why not? Sharing can be fun sometimes! :P

Changminnie || Behave yourself and have fun, pretty.

You don’t know why you’re seeking out his permission, but the confirmation that you can approach this stunning man makes your heart swell. Just something about Changmin makes your head spin and your heart beat fast. You saunter your way toward the pretty man. He seems rather pleased that you’re coming to him. A smirk gently rests on his pretty lips as if he knows what’s coming.

“Hi there, I saw you looking at me from over there,” you nod your head toward the direction you came from, “Could I help you with something?” “In fact, you can, if you’d like that.” he confirms with a suggestive lilt to his voice, “I’m a little bored, we’ll say. Wanna do something that’s more entertaining than wandering the town?”

You nod and bite your lip to control a smirk from taking over. You turn on your heel and walk in the direction of your small bungalow. You look over your shoulder and see the man following behind you, almost akin to a puppy following its owner. It’s cute. You stop in your tracks and allow him to catch up to you. When he does, his hand falls to hold onto your hip on the opposite side of him. The touch burns hot on your skin in the best way possible. It’s present enough to make you aware of it but gentle enough that it’s almost comforting in a way.

“How about you tell me your name, pretty boy?” you giggle.

“Hyunggu.” he replies with a gentle smile, “You won’t need to worry about that though, angel. You’ll be brainless beneath me in about five minutes.”

“Bold of you to assume that.” you smirk up at him, “We’ll see how good you can do.”

You seem to have stunned him with your rather presumptuous tone and words. It amuses you more than anything. The rest of the walk to the beachfront house is filled with continuous flirtatious and suggestive comments. It’s a nice change compared to how flustered Changmin made you yesterday. Though, you can’t seem to choose which you prefer between the two. Maybe, you don’t want to admit it.

You get to your bungalow no later and unlock the small house. You allow him to walk ahead of you while you close the door behind you and slip off the light sweater you had been wearing. You tell Hyunggu where the bedroom is, and he’s off to the room without a second thought. The moment you enter the room, you can tell something in the air has changed. You approach the bed where Hyunggu is waiting, scrolling on his phone to seem unbothered; you know it’s a facade, though. You sit on the bed beside him, and he looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hi, pretty, could you do something for me?” he asks softly.

“Hmm?” you reply, leaning toward him slightly.

“Strip for me and get comfy, beautiful.” he requests, placing his phone on one of the nightstands.

You smile slightly and do as he asks. Your ass still hurts slightly from how much Changmin smacked it yesterday, but it’s a pleasurable kind of pain that you wouldn’t change for the world. You watch as Hyunggu slowly takes off his clothes, too, and rejoins you on the bed. He fits his frame between your legs. You sigh and close your eyes as he starts running kisses down your neck and chest. He continues until his kisses run along your thighs. You look at him when he stops suddenly. His eyes are on the subtle bruises your previous hookup left behind.

“You’ve been busy, I see.” he comments.

“So what if I have?” you ask, a bite to your tone.

“Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all.” he reassures you.

He continues placing kisses along your thighs, holding them apart, so he also has a perfect view of your core. His lips travel closer to where you need him most but never arrive. He chuckles when you whine and try to get him where you want.

“Did you want something, angel?” he smirks.

“You’re teasing me, and it’s not nice.” you pout, “Touch me properly, please?”

His kisses finally come in contact with your clit, and your hands fly down to be buried in his hair. He takes his time kissing and licking you, eventually adding his fingers to the mix to heighten your pleasure more. You release little whimpers and moans into the air, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s giving you.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he sighs, “Bet you’ll take me so well.”

“Please?” you ask again, “Hyunggu, please.”

“You sound so pretty asking me so nicely too. Let me hear it one more time. Then you can have what you want.”

“Please, Hyunggu. Fuck me, please.”

He moves to be fully above you, “You okay if I fuck you raw?” “I’m clean. As long as you’re clean too, I don’t mind one bit.”

Within moments he’s fully sheathed inside you. He groans quietly and whispers sweet, praising comments to you. He has a slow even pace to ensure you’re adjusted to him fully. Your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders, silently asking him for more.

“Fuck,” he moans, “you’re such a good girl. So fuckin’ pretty, too, bet you’ll look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.

You whimper at his words, “Hyunggu, I want that so bad. Please fill me up.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in pleasure. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at the skin. One of his hands reaches down to toy with your clit. You let out a proper moan for the first time, and he groans in appreciation. Hyunggu has an unending stream of praise and comments about breeding you falling from his lips. As his pace grows faster, albeit slowly, his words get more sweet and filthy simultaneously. Your hands travel from his shoulders up into his hair, gently holding onto it as a means to control yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty. Will you let me breed you? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yeah, fill me up. You said it yourself. I’ll look so pretty with your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you moan back.

With a few more punctuated thrusts, he holds his hips flush against yours. His breath is uneven and shallow as he paints your walls white with his cum. He continues to play with your clit, guiding you closer to your own orgasm. When it does hit, you’re hit by a tidal wave of pleasure. You writhe underneath him and feel yourself thrusting yourself onto his cock more. He hisses at the sensitivity but doesn’t stop you, either. Once your high subsides, he pulls out, keeping an eye on your pussy.

“Fuckin’ knew it. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous with my cum in you.”

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List strikethrough = unable to tag: @meowniee @cryoculus @2nk-3554 @yumekowhore @hyunjaespresent-deobi

#pentagon smut #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #pentagon fanfic #pentagon x reader #kino fanfic #kino x reader #kino smut #hyunggu fanfic #hyunggu x reader #hyunggu smut

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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Kino: Goodbye To A World

Characters: Kino x reader (gender neutral) ((if i accidentally used any pronouns im sorry i didn’t edit this im lazy))

Genre/warnings: attack on titan au, angst, reader is ✨dead✨, just a lot of sadness tbh

Word count: 1,052

Summary: Thank you, I’ll say goodbye soon. Though it’s the end of the world, don’t blame yourself now. And if it’s true, I will surround you, and give life to a world that’s our own.

a/n: this was inspired by goodbye to a world by porter robinson!!! and since i just caught up on aot today i decided to make it an aot au hehe (but this would be more around like season 1 or 2 rather than season 4)

Pentagon Song Series Masterlist

Laying in bed, Hyunggu pressed the play button again. He clutched the tape recorder to his chest, staring at the ceiling as tears slid from his eyes and down his temples. He wasn’t sobbing anymore. It was just silent crying now.

“K-Kino...” your voice was soft and you were panting like you were struggling to breath. Hearing the nickname you’d given him since you were in the training corps made his heart flutter and also sink. He’d never hear you say it again -- not outside of this recording, “th-thank you... For...everything...”

Nobody wanted to tell him the shape you were in when they went to look for you and found the tape recording clutched in both hands, keeping it close to your chest. Nobody wanted to tell him, but after so much begging and pleading because he needed to know you weren’t in any pain when you died, Jinho finally broke.

“______ was a fucking mess, okay?!” he had shouted at the younger boy, tears spilling down his face. He stared your best friend dead in the eyes as he had to tell him how he, Hongseok, and Wooseok had found you. “We found them in some dirty alleyway with their legs bitten off! They died a slow, painful death as they lost blood, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear, Hyunggu?!”

The rest of the squad later reprimanded Jinho for telling him, but he felt better knowing. He was glad he wasn’t lied to, either. He didn’t want to go his life thinking you had died painlessly and fast when you actually suffered. He didn’t know why he felt that way, he just did.

But it also made your last message to him that much sadder. It meant that much more to him. You weren’t out of breath from running to hide from titans. You were out of breath because you were breathing you last ones. You were using your final moments to record a message for him.

“I’ll...have to s-say goodbye soon,” you breathed before inhaling painfully and slowly. You coughed, making Hyunggu sniffle, “but...p-please, Kino...d-don’t blame yourself.”

He hoped that hearing you say that over and over again would help him not place the blame on himself. If only he was there. If only your squad didn’t split up. If only he was placed with you. Maybe he could’ve done something. Maybe it could’ve been instead. Anything to keep you alive.

“I know...--” you stopped to cough, and Hyunggu held the recorded tighter. “I know...shit’s bleak. Though it s-seems like...the end of the...f-fucking world...don’t blame yourself, es-specially...not...n-now.”

As you went into a coughing fit, he cleared his throat and closed his eyes.

“The commander... H-he always... He t-talked about our d-dead comrades w-watching over us,” you continued. “And...i-if it’s true...I will...a-always be w-with you...Kino. I’ll...surround y-you...and make you n-not sad a-any...m-more.”

His jaw clenched as his eyes squeezed shut, a loud sob wanting to escape his throat. But he didn’t want anyone coming to check on him. He wanted to just be alone.

He should’ve told you how he felt when he had the chance. Hell, he should’ve said something when you were in the training corps. But now you were gone, and all he had was this recording; this one-sided conversation.

“Y-you have to...keep...f-fighting...Kino,” you were almost gasping for breath at this point.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the recorder as if it would somehow bring you back or keep whatever was left of you on this earth with him. Why did it have to be you? Why couldn’t you stay with him? Why was life so cruel? Why? Why? Why?

“Give life...to...a n-new world,” you coughed, “that’s...y-your own... For humanity...for...m-me.”

A soft whimper sounded in his chest.

“I...love you...Kino.”

The button popped back up, signaling the end of the recording. But like always, he pressed it again. He’d already pressed it maybe 100 or more times. He’d been laying in bed so long that he couldn’t keep track of the time anymore.

This time when it played, it was skipping. He wasn’t surprised -- he knew it would break eventually if he kept playing it.

“Thank you...” your voice said. “I’ll-- say goodbye soon. Though-- it’s-- the end of the-- world...don’t blame yourself-- now.”

It was like the skips were calculated somehow, saying the most important parts of your message. It was cutting out the parts where you stuttered or were panting -- the parts that especially made you sound like you were in pain.

“And-- if it’s true-- i will-- surround you-- and-- give life to a-- world that’s --our own.”

The button popped back up.

Hyunggu pressed it back down.

“Thank you, I’ll say goodbye soon. Though it’s the end of the world, don’t blame yourself now.”

Now, the skipping somehow seemed more smooth. Maybe he was imagining it, just wanting to make himself feel better -- or from listening to it so many times -- but it made you sound less in pain. It was like he was hearing you speak to him from wherever you were now. You sounded...peaceful. It made him happy.

“And if it’s true, I will surround you, and give life to a world that’s our own.”

The button popped back up.

Hyunggu pressed it back down.

Now it sounded static-y. But you still sounded like those were your full sentences and not just skips from a broken tape recorder.

The button popped back up.

Hyunggu pressed it back down.

This time, it sounded fainter. It was more distorted now, too.

The button popped back up.

Hyunggu pressed it back down.

Had he not had the words of your message memorized by heart by now, he wouldn’t even know what you were saying. It was even choppier now, but even more distorted. It didn’t even sound like a person speaking, or like real words.

It got to the second half, and Hyunggu was choking back tears as he tried to hang onto every word he could until the stupid thing broke completely.

“I will surround you--”

The ‘you’ dipped down in tone before playing out a single sound that didn’t stop. After a few seconds, the tone dipped down again before the recording went silent.

The button popped back up.

Hunggu pressed it back down.

Silence.

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milkybonya · 4 years

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Soulmate!Yuto

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Kino / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Hui / Soulmate!Wooseok / Soulmate!Yanan

Warnings: mentions of food

Pairing: Yuto x reader

Summary: Everyone has a favourite scent - the scent of their soulmate/the scent that they will smell when they meet them.

i listened to Someday by Pentagon while writing this :D

[a/n]: okay this one is sO CLICHÉ and like a kdrama BUT I LOVE IT, OKAy? i hope you can enjoy it too hehe, let’s laugh at how slightly cringey it is together

He smells like cocoa powder. You know it. You know he smells like chocolate because that’s been your favourite scent ever since you could remember. Your soulmate, that’s who you mean. He’s the one who smells like cocoa.

You wonder if he likes chocolate - is that the reason? Or has that somehow just become his natural scent? Does he drink a lot of hot chocolate? So many questions...

Because of your love for the smell of cocoa, you always go to a café for some hot chocolate. Sometimes you even eat a chocolate chip muffin with it, if that’s how you’re feeling.

It’s weird - the hot chocolate and the muffin never smell like your favourite scent. In fact, there is no cocoa scent that smells like the one you love so much. No chocolate, no ice cream, nothing in the world smells like it. It’s hard for you to believe, that different ‘shades’ of chocolate exists, that chocolate has more than one smell.

But maybe it’s the natural smell of your soulmate mixed with chocolate that you love, not just chocolate on it’s own. You’ve been considering these things for some time now.

As you sit at your regular table in the café again, waiting for your friend, you look out the window to your right and notice that it is raining. The droplets on the glass reflect the outside world in fragments.

“I’m here!” Your friend says suddenly, sliding into the seat in front of you. Then they get up immediately to go order something, leaving you alone again. When they get back, they’re holding a cup of cocoa.

“You too? I thought I was the person in this friendship who liked hot chocolate,” you whine.

“Hey, hot chocolate is for everyone!” They say.

As the two of you talk, catching up after not having met for a while, you glance over to your left, noticing someone walking in through the glass doors. As his black shoes step onto the wood floor, you notice how tall he is. He’s wearing all-black, and you wonder if anyone has ever looked as good in black as he does.

“Are you listening?” your friend asks, waving their hand in front of your face.

“Y-yeah,” you reply, still finding it hard to keep your gaze away from the tall man with the tan skin.

Your friend looks to their right, trying to see what you were looking at. When their eyes fall on the attractive man, they turn to you with a smile.

“So that’s what you were looking at, hm?” they tease, nudging your elbow that’s placed on the table.

After talking about love interests for some time (all because your eyes couldn’t control themselves), the attractive man from earlier walks by your table, drink in his hand and his black coat flying behind him. He looks like he’s straight out of a movie.

Then, he trips. Immediately, you rise out of your chair and approach him. You can already feel your friend’s eyes on you and know that they’ll tease you for this later.

“Are you okay, do you need any help?” you ask the man, who is helplessly staring at the drink he’s spilled on his sweater.

He looks up at you with black eyes. “That’s okay, I don’t want to bother you-” he says, but you’re already running to grab napkins.

When you return, you find yourself passing over the same floorboards that this man did before he tripped, and you also find yourself flying across the café... You crash into the attractive man’s chest after tripping, your face just above where he spilled... hot chocolate. That’s the smell of hot chocolate, but not any hot chocolate. This is your hot chocolate, your favourite cocoa scent. You can tell now that the cocoa scent that you have loved all along has just been this man’s natural scent with the smell of cocoa mixed together.

After getting up and apologizing, handing him some napkins and helping clean up, you say, “I know this is sudden, but I think you’re my soulmate, because of the scent, I mean.”

He looks up, smiling slightly. “Right after you fell on top of me, I smelled it too. I was just about to ask if I could join you at your table, actually.”

“You sure as hell can!” Your friend said from behind the man. “I’m [y/f/n] and that is [y/n].”

“Well, I’m Yuto,” the man says, getting up while dabbing the front of his sweater with a soggy napkin. He shakes his head, moving his bangs out of his eyes and takes a seat next to your friend.

“Why are you sitting next to me?” your friend asks, jokingly pushing Yuto away,

“I want to see [y/n]’s face while we talk.”

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jjyusmile · 4 years

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lonely | kang hyung-gu (kino)

kang hyung-gu (kino) | lonely

pairing: bestfriend!kino x {gender-neutral} reader!

word count: 2,693

notes: best friends to lovers au! this story is inspired by kino’s song and music video ‘lonely’ because its pure and he deserves attention. i love kino and you should too :) i take requests!

here is the link to the music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSoN4v1G8Os

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The steam rose from the idle cups of black coffee that sat between you. They served more purpose as hand warmers than they did a delicious drink. You were sat outside of a café on a set of wicker chairs opposite one another. The winter sun fell over Tokyo like a cosy blanket; the way Kino’s ears poked out under his cap made the grin that hadn’t faded since you surprised him last night even more endearing.

Everything had been planned with Hongseok and it all went smoothly, except for him being late to pick you up at Haneda airport.

[me: 21:17pm] hey seok, i’m here

[hongseokie 🤪: 21:19pm] ah shit, I uh- forgot

[me: 21:20pm] i swear to god if you’re not here in 5 minutes~ I’ll hide your chicken breasts.

[hongseokie 🤪: 21:21pm] 🗿

He turned up 25 minutes later – hot chocolate in hand with a smiling Hui in the passenger seat. It warmed your heart that you got to see the rest of the boys, as well as your best friend.

Today was their only scheduled day off, and Kino was more than excited to spend it with his best friend. Spending the morning messing about in your hotel room, it was almost sunset by the time you left to start exploring.

He broke the comfortable silence as he sang under his breath, staring into the distance of the skyline. “A day without you is so lonely.”

You giggled, your warmed hand coming to cover your mouth. It had been months since you last saw each other. Your last memory was your brother’s wedding when he had to leave halfway through to catch a flight to Thailand for the first leg of their tour. You smiled fondly at your best friend for a moment.

“Lonely indeed,” you retorted sarcastically. “What are we doing with the rest of our day then, Gu?”

He pondered exaggeratedly, a finger cupping his chin. The movement made you giggle louder. You knew what you would do. You did the same in any city you visited with Kino – wander aimlessly until you found something you liked.

Within moments, you were strolling down the streets of Shinjuku with your arm wrapped around Kino’s. Before leaving the café, he forced you to wear his oversized black ‘fxxking rabbits’ sweatshirt after you had left your hotel room in a short-sleeved shirt on a chilly day. The length of the sleeves drowned your short arms creating sweater paws that you gladly welcomed in the icy climate. Your camera hung from its straps loosely around your neck, bumping slightly against your stomach as you fell into step together.

Heading in the direction of the National Garden, you focused on how the winter sunset caught Kino’s skin with a natural glow. Under his purple NY Yankees, you noticed how the high points of his cheeks turned a rosy pink from the chill, a similar shade covering his nose. With his cosy sweatshirt now on your person, he was left in a faded beige button-up with a black t-shirt underneath loosely tucked into his dark-wash denim jeans.

He must be freezing. You snuggled in a little closer than usual, to which Kino welcomed the warmth.

Usually, silence between people would be uncomfortable, with the occasional awkward glance toward the other. But this was different. Even after months of video calls until early hours of the morning, it only seemed like yesterday he left your brother’s wedding. The silence was oddly comforting, enjoying each other’s company whilst strolling across the overpass of the highway.

“What are you thinking about?” Your thoughts formed into words before you could confirm the action, breaking the silence with his eyes trained on you.

“Nothing… For the first time in a long time, I’m not thinking of anything.” You smiled at his genuine response. It had been a hectic time for Kino and the group; in the last two years, you had seen him for more than a week at only Christmas.

You were nervous to meet him this time. It wasn’t unusual for you to travel to a city to join the boys for a few days, but this time felt different.

You wanted to hold him closer than you usually would. You felt more comfortable when his attention was focused on you, rather than the girl whose attention he caught by just passing by.

With the camera focused to capture his content look, your movements went barely noticed by Kino. As you got older, you knew that your love for him had shifted; you weren’t sure when, or what moment, but absence always makes the heart grow fonder.

He turned his head at the perfect moment as the shutter clicked. His rosy features filled the frame; they complimented his joyful grin as his focus lingered on you.

“Can I try?” He removed the straps from under the hood of his sweatshirt and placed them around his own neck.

You hated being in front of the camera – it was the sole reason you took up photography in the first place. To be the one behind the lens. But the look on his face and his playful mood made you feel more at ease. Attempting to hide your face, your fists came up to shape your cheeks as they knocked against your glasses.

Enamoured by the view, Kino focused on the way your small figure glowed against the skyline behind you. The sun radiated against your skin in a way that made him feel warm. He clicked the shutter on your camera quickly before moving on.

“Kino!” you whined, “please just give it back.”

But within moments, he took out his phone to snap a shot of you, candidly walking toward him with a half-playful, half-serious look that he adored. Your hand was slightly reaching toward him to grab the camera, the sleeve completely protecting it from any sunlight. You failed to notice how that image became his wallpaper from that moment on.

“Fine, fine.” You snatched the camera back, with a playful glare toward your best friend. The look earned you a cheeky grin in return, as his arm looped around your shoulders, heading back into the direction of the Gardens.

You wandered aimlessly as usual, with occasional chatter and playfulness between you. Kino managed to persuade you to buy him Takoyaki from the friendly woman at the vendor outside of the park as you left. She complimented how happy you looked together, causing a blush to arise on your cheeks and your attempt to drag Kino away by his shirt before he says anything stupid was quick.

Before long, Kino had dragged you to a set of escalators that led to an arcade. They lit up in rainbow LED lights that turned Kino’s glowing skin from blue to pink, to orange then green. As you went up the escalator, you admired how he lifted his cap to fix his fair. Another comfortable silence surrounded you both as you looked up into the direction you were heading.

Lost in thought, Kino noticed how your hand was slightly peeking out of his sweatshirt sleeve. You felt his fingers loosely intertwine with your own, making you almost lose your balance as you stepped off the escalator. You stopped walking once you were both off the moving staircase and out of harm’s way, looking up to meeting his eyes.

“What?” he questioned, “your hands are cold.” He turned away mid-sentence, hiding his face under his cap once more.

You missed the small smile that fell on his lips as he started to drag you toward the claw machine.

He spent over twenty minutes on a single claw machine with the promise that he would win you the Eevee plush you have wanted since you were a child. The whole time, his fingers had not let go of your own. The point of contact serving as an energy and warmth booster to you both.

Kino grinned at your captivated look as you pressed your forehead to the glass with your free hand sliding down the glass dramatically. Your breath visible was against the machine as you inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. You watched as the final claw wrapped around Eevee and clung on like its life depended on it; you were frozen in place until it unhinged its clench and the plush dropped into the winner’s pit.

You squealed excitedly as Kino handed you the prize and you squeezed it with a wide grin. Your eyes crinkled genuinely making Kino’s hold on your hand grow a little bit tighter.

You continued to wander the streets throughout the evening. Coming to a stop by a small plaza covered in Christmas decorations, Kino led you under a dome of lights and stopped in the center to take a picture of you. The common occurrence of the day became a lot less daunting, especially when he turned the camera onto both of you.

You smiled fondly at the front camera lens, and noticed Kino pointed to his cheek on the screen. A flow of confidence came over you as you leant up to kiss him on the cheek, which turned his bubbly aura into a shocked, humoured one.

Giggling, your hand came up to your face to hide your slight blush.

“You’re supposed to do it like this,” Kino murmured distractedly.

He pointed to your cheek, and then the other. He moved to point to your eyes one at time, then settled for the bridge of your nose. Each spot met with a soft brush of his lips with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that failed to go unnoticed.

His face was much closer than it had ever been to your own as he leant down to your eye level. His previous actions were a mere whisper compared to how close his nose brushed your own, and the slight feather of his breath that fell onto your lips.

Although his face serious, the mischievous glimmer had not shifted, confirming your thoughts that this really was your best friend.

His hand came up to brush your fringe that had fallen into your eyes and slowly ran his thumb against your cheek before backing away and wandering into the crowded streets once more.

It took a few moments to catch your breath before you hurried after him with new-found courage. Finding his figure wasn’t difficult after this many years of friendship, and when your hand found his from behind he barely flinched, the movement becoming more natural as the night went on.

As the sun completely disappeared and your breath had become more visible in the moonlit atmosphere, Kino pulled you into the nearest clothing store to buy more layers for you both. It wasn’t much like Kino to be materialistic, but the puffy jacket he bought you was more about his generous personality than the money. That was what you loved about him - Hyunggu had a big heart.

Alongside your black jacket, he bought himself a matching one with a white sweatshirt to go underneath. Hand in hand, you left the shop feeling warm with your layers, as well as the warmth coming from his hand wrapped around your smaller one. Throughout the night, Kino got used to holding your hand, feeling less of an urge to squeeze it to reassure him that you’re still there.

You were still there as you sipped on your milk tea. You were still there when the street performer invited him up mid-performance, earning a giggle from you.

He had become much more intimate with his touches, rather than a soft bump on the shoulder when he found you funny, he resorted to a slight boop to your nose – another endearing trait that made you want to joke all the time.

His longing gazes caught you yawning every so often, the street lights faintly accentuating your tired features. The way his sweatshirt engulfed your body looked much cuter paired with the jacket he had just bought you. Your glasses were slowly slipping down the bridge of your nose.

Sighing, Kino turned the edge of the pavement, his free hand waving down a taxi. You perked up slightly at his actions, questioning with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t even try to tell me you’re ready and raring for another walk around the block. You haven’t stopped yawning since we left the boba place.” Another boop to the nose. So, it’s not just jokes – noted.

You smiled drowsily and huddled into his side to keep warm as you waited. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as he gently caressed the nape of your neck absentmindedly.

The journey back to your hotel was silent, but the buzz that ran through your body mirrored that of Kino’s. You were tired but you knew you were far from sleep.

His hand had barely left yours all evening. This heart-warming feeling wasn’t new – he had ached to hold your hand for a long time. The subtle confidence that had awoken in both of you crossed the boundaries that were automatically set between best friends.

Despite your efforts, sleep had washed over you quickly as the warmth radiated from Kino. Without waking you, he had paid the driver and managed to carry you on his back to your hotel room. Your head rested lightly against his shoulder sending chills down his spine as your breath fanned over his neck.

Silently taking your room key out of your cross body, he stepped into the room and place you on the bed with your head on the pillow. As he went over to close the curtains and camp out on the floor, your hand subconsciously grabbed onto the hem of his jacket, pulling him back. The peaceful look that washed over your face as you realised he wasn’t going anywhere made your unconscious state even more adorable in his eyes.

Leaving the curtains open slightly, Kino lifted you up to remove your jacket and shoes while doing the same with his own. Finding a blanket in the closet, he draped it over your figure while leaving room behind you for himself.

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You woke suddenly from your dreamy state to a slight weight on your body whilst checking the clock that faintly illuminated the room: 4:03am.

The curtains had been left open slightly with slight flashes of billboards and passing cars leaking through the slit. The weight focused around your waist as an arm wrapped a bit tighter to ensure you stayed in place.

The heat becoming unbearable, you wriggled your way out of Kino’s arms to lift the sweatshirt that you were wearing over your head and lowered the blanket to waist height before you snuggled back into bed.

A wave of confidence washed over you as you turned from your previous position to lie facing Kino. The faint lights from the window created a shadow on the left side of his face that smushed against the pillow – his styled hair now falling in tufts over his forehead.

Subconsciously, you smoothed away loose strands that fell into his eyes as you gazed at the dimples that adorned the corners of his mouth as he slept. Your actions stirred Kino awake slowly, but you didn’t bother to remove your hand from his face.

As his hand grazed your side to pull you closer, your palm fell against his cheek as your thumb rubbed against his cheekbone. His once content face shifted as his eyes began to crinkle along with a shy smile that adorned his lips. His free hand lifted to cup your own cheek and brought your face close enough so his lips could brush against your forehead.

And you remained in that position until the sun began to rise over the Shinjuku skyline, bringing a new day that welcomed the slight shift in your relationship.

Your eyes opened as the rhythmic exhales that came from Kino became more prominent. But Kino was already awake, his eyes wandering across your face trying to memorise every feature he could.

A soft smile grazed his lips. “So, I guess we should talk, huh?”

A day without you is lonely, indeed.

#kino #kino au #kino pentagon #pentagon au #kino fluff #pentagon fluff #kpop scenario #kpop au #gender neutral kpop

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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I have some angst for u >:D Giyuu x fem!reader (can be gender neutral but female is appreciated )) where the reader is coming back from a demon killing mission and giyuu was gonna ask her to marry him but he gets a note from his crow that she/they died???? And like sad cry stuff please and thank you! (Love your work sm 💕🥺👍)

Ahhh! Thank you, bby! I liked writing this so much. I was sitting at a restaurant while waiting for my to-go orders, and I may or may not have scared the general public with my dark chuckles.

There’s just something about writing Giyuu angst that makes me happy.

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Giyuu x Slayer F!S/O: Almost Proposal (SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, So Many Giyuu Feels

It was one of the very few moments in his life when Giyuu was excited.

He was a simple person; one who found joy in the tiniest of things, like his favorite food. But it took a lot to get him actually excited for something— to get his blood pumping through his veins that it was close to feeling like a constant adrenaline rush.

So, it was understandable why he had been fidgety all morning. It was because he was extremely thrilled to finally have gathered the courage to propose to her.

He’d planned on doing it before she left, but he reckoned that it would double the cause for celebration when he asked the question after she got back from her mission.

And thus, the waiting game began.

There was nothing but radio silence while she was gone, but that was expected. It was normal for both of them to focus on their missions while they were away. And it was also normal for them to send a crow to each other to announce their return.

So, when he saw her familiar crow— the one that wore a sparkling necklace made of pink gems— he felt himself practically trip over himself as he ran to meet up with it.

He held a hand out for the messenger to land on, but his soft smile was effectively wiped away when it crowed the news…

“(L/n) (Y/n), Kinoe, was killed by an Upper Moon Demon.”

Giyuu was frozen in place; he couldn’t will himself to move, and he couldn’t find it in him to scream. All he could do was cry…

Until there were no more tears left to shed.

Before he knew it, he was already on the ground and heaving through his broken sobs. Every intake of breath hurt his chest, but that had very little to do with a physical anomaly.

Because just like that, everything had been taken from him once more. And he thought that maybe… just maybe…

He was never meant to be happy.

And that was a hard pill to swallow for Giyuu.

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 7 years

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ALRIGHT I have apparently a lot of things I’ve been tagged in (recently or otherwise) so we are gonna do one big post of those things under the cut here to save your dash (sorry if you’re mobile and the app isn’t doing a read more D:) - stating it now I’m not gonna tag anybody bc I took so long to get around to it oops

10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms things -Ami Mizuno (Sailor Moon) -Elizabeth Corday (ER) -River Song (DW) -Delilah (Firewatch) -Velma Dinkley (Scooby Doo) -Molly Grue (The Last Unicorn) -Lady Macbeth (Shakespeare) -Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) -Dana Scully (The X-Files) -Tuppence Beresford (Agatha Christie)

Writing Tag 1. How many works in progress do you currently have in progress? “Just” three - Princess and the Goblin AU, a personal project, and an original work about the world’s grumpiest immortal old lady 2. Do you/would you write fanfiction? Yes and yes :P 3. Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? Paper books to own, but for schoolwork I’d much rather use ebooks as they’re a lot easier to search through when writing a paper and needing that one quote. 4. When did you start writing? Age six! We still have the word document from 2003 where I wrote an epic tale about myself helping the Boxcar Children solve a mystery in which my mom was, for some reason, a police officer. 5. Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? Knight! 6. Where is your favorite place to write? At home, sitting on my bed. That’s where I work best in general; I don’t do well with the distractions of public places. 7. Favorite childhood book? Oh gosh. I was a ridiculously avid reader all through childhood. I don’t know that I could pick a single one, but the Nancy Drew series had me from very early on. 8. Writing for fun or writing for publication? For fun! But in an ideal world there would also be publication in the future lol. 9. Pen and paper or computer? Computer! I used to do pencil and paper when I was in middle school/high school and filled up a few composition notebooks, but I get too easily sidetracked with pencil and paper and tend to end up doodling if I try to use it for writing nowadays. 10. Have you ever taken any writing classes? I have! I did a fiction/poetry combo the summer of 2014 which was very nice, a poetry class fall of 2015, and am currently in another poetry class. One day I’ll get to have my fiction workshopped again! :P 11. What inspires you to write? Lots of things - music, dreams, other people, daydreams...

Last sentence you wrote:

She’d thought maybe she was doing it wrong, and that was why, but she didn’t quite know how to ask.

Top 5-10 songs you listen to: 1. Fire Escape by Love, Robot 2. Cherry Tree by The National 3. I Wish I Was Your Cigarette by K.I.D. 4. Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko 5. Beneath the Brine by The Family Crest

that one tag thing it didn’t have a title sorry Name: Mouse Star sign: Cancer Average hours of sleep: 5-8 depending on the day Lucky number: 7 or 27 based on numbers I like, but the OCD demands repetitions of 12 or 20 so take that as you will Last thing I googled: “panko crumbed turkey schnitzel” because I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS AND I WANTED TO KNOW IF I COULD EAT IT Favorite fictional character: Yes I Have Lots of Those What are you wearing right now: Batman pj pants and a soft green plaid buttonup When did you start this blog: May 2013 :’) please don’t go look at my first posts I was an embarrassing child What do I mostly post: Sailor Moon, Alex Kingston, helpful art things, and lately a lot of middle-of-the-night squawking about Scooby Doo Do I get a lot of asks: on the art blog! not here though lol Why did I choose this URL: River Song + memento mori

another one that doesn’t have a title I think sorry again O N E -name: Audrey || nickname: Mouse || zodiac sign: Cancer -height: 5′2″ || orientation: ace lesbian || ethnicity: white enough to make hiding in laser tag very difficult -favorite fruit: apple || favorite season: winter -favorite book: The Last Unicorn || favorite flower: carnation? -favorite scent: vanilla || favorite animal: cat -coffee, tea, or hot cocoa? no thank you -cats or dogs? cats -dream trip: I go to an abandoned, isolated castle in the middle of a wide-open field of green. no one is around. I am wearing a soft, billowy dress. I run through the halls of the castle to echoing sea shanties. in the tallest tower of the castle I sit and fill up an entire sketchbook and it doesn’t even matter if I mess up on a couple pages because I have brought sticky notes to try that cool thing where you just slap a sticky note over the mistake and keep going. -aesthetic: old empty buildings, soft blankets, girls holding hands, scuffed up knuckles and fingertips, the pages in a sketchbook where marker has bled through in just a few spots to make it look splattered, the smell of old books, antique brass pocketwatches, cold grey skies -favorite band/artist: Anberlin -fictional character I’d date: River Song, Elizabeth Corday, Makoto Kino -Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw T W O -countries I’ve lived in: US, UK I guess now? idk does it count -favorite fandom: uhh... if we’re talking about the fandom itself then Scooby Doo, there’s so little drama and everyone is just super into these goofy kids solving mysteries, it’s great -languages you speak: English, and I’m passable enough in Spanish that I could PROBABLY survive if I were dropped in a Spanish speaking country -favorite film of 2016: I have No Concept of Time and also don’t watch that many movies. did Wonder Woman come out in 2016? that’s like the only movie I’ve been to see in theatres recently. idk I apologize -last article you read: uhh something for class, so something about Gothic feminism -last thing you bought online: a maroon sweatshirt with Scooby’s face on it. I am the coolest adult and 12yo me would be proud. -how would your friends describe you: sweet but a huge dork, very little common sense, means well -how would your enemies describe you: I am always trying my best to not make enemies so?? I don’t know?

questions Nikki asked specifically 1. You spend an entire year in another time and place for the next three years of your life. When/where do you choose and why? THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS STRESS ME OUT because on the one hand, access to everywhere and everywhen!! BUT ON THE OTHER HAND IF I GO TOO FAR BACK INTO THE PAST I LOSE ACCESS TO THINGS LIKE MEDICINE WHICH I NEED AND POSSIBLY CONTAMINATE THE POPULATION WITH MODERN-DAY GERMS WHILE IF I GO TOO FAR INTO THE FUTURE I GET EXPOSED TO BACTERIA/VIRUSES I HAVE NO IMMUNITY AGAINST. it’s a lose/lose. so... picking close enough to not do too much damage, I’ll spend one year following Agatha Christie around sometime in the 60s, mentor my younger self in 2010, and go through all of 2014 again just so I can go see the Armory production of Macbeth. 2. Okay, be honest: do you put your laundry away immediately, or does it sit somewhere in a pile for entirely too long? IT SITS AT THE END OF MY BED FOR WEEKS YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS 3. Describe yourself as if you’re in a fic. (Scent, appearance, aura – everything & anything is game.) “She was small and mousy, in the sense that she was a bit skittish of everything and squeaked sometimes when she talked, always too quiet for the ‘real’ grownups. She stepped lightly, and tried to take up as little space as possible, and was almost a ghost for her efforts.” 4. What non-essential thing(s) do you blow the most money on? MARKERS AND BOOKS I am a simple woman with simple desires 5. Did you have extracurricular activities as a child? Any that you wish you’d done? I did ballet and cheer in elementary school for like two years, gymnastics for a bit; journalism in middle school (say hello to the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper y’all); drama in high school - I can’t say that I wish I’d done any more actually 6. You can time travel (or not) and have your portrait done by any artist. Who do you choose? I'm gonna go with El Greco simply because his “Penitent Magdalene” haunts me 7. You’re out in public. You see a cat. How do you react? point at it and say CAAAAAAAT and hope it doesn’t run away 8. What kind of weather do you thrive in, and what can you simply not do? A bit cloudy and 50-60 degrees F is ideal. I cannot abide heat. Anything above 80 degrees is repulsive. 9. Om nom nom, breakfast! What are your favorite breakfast foods? CEREAL AND WAFFLES 10. Do you like running up and/or rolling down hills? ...not particularly... I have a weird thing about heights, and inclines do not really help D:

#I went back TWO WHOLE YEARS in my likes so hopefully I got all of the ones I'd skipped over like a lame-o #anyway #long post #like SUPER DUPER LONG #seriously it's. sad.#Mouse talks!#about me #also #writing tag #I GUESS KIND OF #there's one sentence from the AU I am Never Sharing Anywhere Or Providing Context For #anyway GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE gaoishgweoihg sorry I'm so bad at doing these in a timely fashion #shoutout to Flo for tagging me in stuff like just today so I remembered I had those to do!!#I hope it's okay I did it on the main instead of the art blog since that's the one you tagged D:

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ivryne · 1 year

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⌗ THE AFTERMATH. | scara x f!reader

mentally un(st)able ⊹ name & friends

01. [ NAME ]

Your average academic overachiever

One of the bioengineering major third year scholar students

Lives off coffee and sour patch kids watermelon

Love watching true crime documentary (w heizou!).

Gets practically no sleep bc of her part time jobs to live off her daily expenses

Eldest daughter in her family (yk wat that means) so her family’s expectations for her are sky high as she is the backbone of her family

Rivals w Scara since hs until now (and they always end up in the same classes too)

02. LUMINE

Third year journalism major

Has a travel blog w her twin Aether where they travel tgt

Most wanted girl in the campus (real!)

Has an ex named Childe but they’re probably gonna get back tgt soon bc it has been an endless cycle (everybody is sick of it fr )

Besties w Name since middle school bc they’re 4lyfers (and Name is basically adopted in their family )

roomates w Name

03. HUTAO

Third year business marketing major.

Her family owns a renowned funeral parlor that she is going to inherit after her graduation.

Has an uncle that’s a professor in TU (we’ll get back to that later ;p)

Met Name & Lumi in their freshmen yr of hs

04. AYAKA

Third year public relations major business minor

seems calm and collected on the outside but acc has her own chaotic side

loves trying new things

her family is one of the top politicians in Inazuma so girly got that bag

Secretary of the student council

05. XIAO

Third year comp sci major

most sane in the group (real)

mom of the group

xiao is overall a great friend and acc gives very good life advice???

super lowkey, doesn’t like crowds, prefers to be around ppl he knows

Name’s childhood bestie

06. HEIZOU

Third year criminology major

Ur everyday flirt but has shit lovelife (fr)

Has lots of connections (he knows lots of gossip)

Bonds w Name by watching true crime documentary tgt

Loves pranking the group w Hutao

⌗ THE AFTERMATH. masterlist ; prev | next

NOTE. I’m too lazy to write in paragraphs hehe. Also ik some of y’all skip these char descs (me too sometimes) so I put if in points so it wld be easier to read :p

#genshin x reader #genshin smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #kunikuzushi #wanderer x reader #genshin imagines #wanderer #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #scaramouche #scara x reader

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