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shunsuiken · 3 years

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purple night.

pairing. oikawa tooru x fem!reader

genre. different dimension!au + fluff + angst + suggestive themes (nothing too spicy, you guys are just naked but thats it sjsndksjd) there’s swearing too !

wc. 3k

an. basically sunmi’s song, but it has a happy ending . ALSO ??? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 1K ??? idk what happened yall <///3 and before i forget !! this is a valentines day themed fic !

it almost felt like a trance. like you were floating on a cloud as festivities surrounded you. there were children holding cotton candies in their tiny hands and there were couples embraced in each other's arms as they strolled through the warmly-lit festival.

you seemed to be searching for a familiar someone, your feet guided you through the game booths and food vendors decorated to fit the theme of the festival. although you couldn’t remember the face of this person, you remembered the melody of his voice clearly.

“y/n-chan, welcome back!”

there he is. you grinned, turning around, making your hairs blow away from your face in a way that made the moment look like it was from a movie. you felt the blood rush through your veins again, lighting your cheeks up in heat.

“tooru!” you both pulled each other in a tight embrace, his arms locked themselves around your figure while a hand rested on the back of your head.

you melted into his form, burying your face into the crook of his neck to inhale the scent of his you missed dearly. you were on your tippy-toes, holding as much as you could of him.

“i thought i wouldn’t see you again.” your bottom lip shook, you were lucky to meet him once more since that didn’t happen often.

“maybe the fates are on our side for tonight.” you felt the vibration of his voice by your temple. you missed this, his touch, his warmth, his voice.

for some reason you always forgot his name once parted from him. but whenever you heard his sweet voice greeting you in that sing-songy tone, his name was brought back to your memory like you never forgot. it was unusual, and left you feeling guilty for not remembering a name you held so close to your heart.

“hope they’re this kind for the rest of the week,” you joked, feeling oikawa’s chin lift from the crown of your head, a chesty fit of laughter escaping his pretty pink lips.

this was a sight you enjoyed. the gleam of happiness that shone all across his facial features, his thick cocoa-coloured hair would follow his movements onto his forehead, just brushing above his brows that rose in amusement.

oikawa always knew you were quite funny. maybe it was a reference to the bitterness you held against the fates or perhaps, you just wanted to hear him laugh.

“so how shall we spend our night, tooru?”

“however you wish.” oikawa’s eyes trailed off somewhere else before meeting yours again. “where would you like to go?”

you wondered, tapping on your chin as you looked around the festival. there was balloon pop, spin the wheel and fishing games. but to be completely honest, as long as oikawa was by your side, you wouldn’t mind playing every single one of those games. even if you knew that the clock was ticking.

it was a loud, annoying little bird that cocked its head forwards whenever a certain period of time passed by.

awakening hour in 1 hour and 27 minutes.

maybe oikawa heard it too, maybe he didn’t—you didn’t want to ask. that would break the atmosphere. so you quickly pulled a smile on your face.

“how about the carousel?” you suggested.

“whatever the angel wishes.” oikawa took your hand, fitting like a glove in his as he led you to the carousel down the yellow-brick pathway.

it was gorgeous, the lightbulbs that flickered across the cresting of the carousel, illuminating a golden shade that resembled a sunset. it contrasted with the cherry red that brought out the amber adorning the poles aligning with the horse hangers.

amongst the other things at the festival, the carousel shone the brightest, acting like the heart of it all.

you and oikawa took a round on the carousel, pulling your legs over the backs of the horses to sit comfortably. once the platform began turning, you couldn’t help but let out a childish giggle. you felt so free and content, especially with the light breeze that whirled through your hairs.

the ride was simple. the horses went up then down, and the platform itself turned in a circle for an amount of rounds that would warp your imagination, slowly coaxing one to loosen their knowledge of time.

the excitement on your face was crystal clear. it was the smile that twitched to your lips, the apple of your cheeks that rose in the process. your eyes sparkled thanks to the lights of the carousel reflecting off of them, and your hands that held a child-like grip on the poles going through the horse hangers.

oikawa hadn’t seen you in a while and he’d been on this carousel countless times but with you it felt like his first. head leaning on the pole, he stared at your side profile—he couldn’t feel more lovesick for you.

he hated it; the rules of the dimension he was strung to were far too harsh. the fates were uncompromising, and left wandering souls like oikawa to roam around in a distant field—the continuous daydream you happened to plunge into during your sleep.

you were aware of this. this dream that felt real was in fact real as it turned out to be. oikawa was a living person as you but stumbled upon deep complications with the fates and alas found himself serving them in the continuous daydream.

information other than that was unknown to you.

which is why the most you knew about oikawa was his name, how he absolutely loved sweet desserts and how he hated anything caffeine-related. literally. his body would recoil itself in disgust from anything of that bitter aftertaste.

the fates were probably cheating because you were sure time was running abnormally quicker than usual. your eyelids grew heavy and your feet felt sore. it was definitely too early for you to leave, you made sure you were still by oikawa’s side by gently rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. exhaling a breath you don’t remember holding, you’re pleased to know oikawa’s beside you.

“anything the matter, angel?” his voice rang through your ears, and you swore you saw his face blur out as you blinked.

the expression you made wasn’t new to oikawa. your eyes were blown wide open. his palms find their way to your cheek, feeling little warmth as his fingers spread across the expanse of your skin.

awakening hour in 10 minutes.

“angel, can you hear me?” another warning withdrawal. oikawa’s jaw tightened, this was a way of letting visitors know that their hourglasses in the daydream were emptying. he bit in a curse to the fates, it wouldn’t do anything to stop you from having such withdrawals anyway.

his voice was scratched. you barely heard a thing. your knees felt wobbly and there was a cold sweat building up on your spine. a gust of wind rushed by your face ever so slightly. you leaned your head into the familiar touch, soon realising that it belonged to oikawa when your vision returned.

“mm, you’re warm,” you muttered, meeting his fiery eyes with your forlorn ones.

“let’s take a seat, i’ll buy you something warm.” he sat you on a bench nearby, jogging to a beverage stand to return with warm tea.

“here, drink.” he held the cup of tea to your mouth, tilting it just a bit so you could take a refreshing sip to thaw out the chill in your throat.

“thank you,” you mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. while you were at it, you locked your arm around his, pulling him closer (as if he wasn’t close enough already).

the echoes of conversations were all you could hear, your toes felt like cold water were dumped right onto them but you didn’t find yourself shivering. instead, you took heed of the arm securely wrapped around your waist, lifting your head to see that oikawa was already watching the slightest change in your expression.

he offered you a smile. “is there something wrong?”

you shook your head, messing up your hair sandwiched between your head and his shoulder. “tonight was enjoyable, thank you for keeping me company.”

“as i shou—oh hey!” you giggled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, lips just pressing onto the coolness of his skin. “now what’s gotten into you?!” a blush spread across his features, reaching the tips of his ears. the paleness of his skin wasn’t helping him either.

“what am i supposed to do if i don’t have a chance of falling into this daydream anymore?” you laughed it off but your voice shook to the thought of it. “i can’t lose you.” your smile faltered quickly, despite your best efforts in keeping the atmosphere light the fear of never seeing oikawa again was swift up your spine.

“you won’t—” oikawa took your hand in his, “—lose me.” his gentle gaze gave you courage to hold onto the loose thread you were dangling from for a bit longer, stars twinkling in your eyes like they always have when you gave him your trust. “i’ll always be here, waiting for your return like i always have.”

“was it lonely?” you played with your fingers, silently regretting what you asked. “i can’t have you waiting for me like this all the time, especially if you’ll spend all that time alone.”

“my friends happened to have similar situations as me,” oikawa chuckled, “we all fell for such wonderful people.” he flicked his index finger under your chin to tease you, easily rendering you mute with a small smile on your face.

awakening hour in 2 minutes.

you both heard the announcement. it was something you both heard separately.

“is there anything you would like to do before it all ends?” his voice was cheeky and you’re damned to realise you’re a fool for thinking you were being subtle about something you really wanted the moment you entered the daydream.

oikawa was a quick learner with social cues; he’d seen you take those bold glances to his lips before looking him in the eye. he was quite taken aback at first but it was natural to desire more since the most you both had done was hold hands. so he knew what you wanted very well but preferred you to say so. after all, you were just so cute when flustered.

“a kiss would be alright,” you mumbled, regretting it immediately when the words left your mouth.

“hm? what was that? a little louder, love.” oikawa cupped his ear, closing his eyes animatedly to hear you repeat your words.

“a k- kiss but you don’t have to—” you hid your face with your hands, so embarrassed that you could toast bread on your cheeks.

oikawa brought your hands apart, shoulders easing at the sight of your shy smile and your eyes that darted their way everywhere but at him. he was incredibly lucky to know you felt the same way he did, he was just much better at keeping his nerves at bay. once your nerves calmed, you were able to look him in the eye again.

“may i?” his voice hushed to a whisper, face inching in closer to yours. his hot breath right over your lips.

you nodded your head but that wasn’t what he wanted. “let me hear you, y/n.” the brushes of his fingers on the back of your hand allowed you to take your time, letting you know that you could back out and he would be okay with any decision you took.

“you may.” and by the time your words reach his ears, he’s already taken your breath away. the flutters in your stomach have erupted into something else that sets off a heat inside you, sending this passionate and fierce emotion through your body. your fingers that are intertwined with his stutter their way up his loose shirt before shakily cupping his cheeks.

mirroring your movements, oikawa’s hands planted themselves on the back of your head, giving you that reassurance and to guide you through the kiss—and he’s excellent at it. you’re not entirely sure how he was able to attain such a skill but whatever he was doing to you was absolutely everything you desired. his touches were ghostly, lingering on your skin that left your goosebumps waiting for his warm return.

you pulled away momentarily, wanting to say something to oikawa before you woke up but what you found instead was the view of what it seemed to be, a bedroom. you were greeted with the light shine of sunrise through the blinds, groaning as you took in your surroundings. a desk with a digital clock sitting on it, a sweater wrapped neatly over the chair and—oh.

you felt the bed dip beside you. head snapping to the side, you blinked when you met eyes with the handsome escort laying next to you. and you weren’t quite sure how to feel. there were tons and tons of questions bombarding your head but overall there was a single wave of relief washing over your body, and you felt the heaviness of your worries fading.

“what a pleasant surprise.” oikawa ran a hand through his bedhead, yawning before propping a hand up to hold his chin with. “you look so familiar.”

“and so do you,” your voice trailed off, still processing through the morning daze you woke up with. it’s kinda cold, you thought.

oikawa hummed, catching your attention again. “although the view may be tempting, you might wanna cover up.” a smug grin appeared on his lips and your face flushed, grabbing a fistful of the blanket to pull up and cover your chest with.

it then occurred to you that you had no recollection of whatever happened the night before. but if one thing was for sure, you were definitely at some amusement park when you met this man next to you, so how did you wound up naked in his bed?

“do you… do you remember anything at all?” oikawa could practically see the large, red question mark floating above your head.

“sorry to disappoint you but i don’t.” you then heard a light laugh coming from him as he rose from the bed, motioning towards, what was, his and your clothes on the floor by his bedroom door. “but i assure you we both must have had a fantastic time.”

you rolled your eyes at his insinuation. “sure, but could you help me get my dress over there?”

“why would i need to? i’m sure i’ve seen all of you already.” he cocked a brow at you, rolling over to cage you under him, lean body pressed over yours.

“oh shut up, we don’t even remember anything!” you chuckled, somehow not even affected by the distance left between his face and yours. “was your dream at an amusement park? or a festival?”

“either one of those, but you’re still quite charming in—” bonk.

“ow?!” oikawa yelped, rubbing on his boo-boo like a child. “you used my pillow against me!”

you sighed, going back under his blanket to keep yourself cozy. “i’m going back to sleep. it’s way too early to be up.”

oikawa huffed, what a feisty woman. but for some reason he couldn’t find the willingness to argue with you. so he let you be while he walked over to the pile of clothes and picked up his boxers from the night before, slipping them on. heading back to the bed, he picked up his phone, the brightness of his screen illuminating over his face.

14th february. the date on his phone had read, he rubbed his chin gently, jogging through his thoughts because maybe this situation he found himself in this morning was all because of this date.

“y/n. that was your name, was it?” oikawa wondered why your name rolled off his tongue so easily and so satisfyingly as well.

“and you’re oikawa.” you said his name as if it were the thousandth time, opening your eyes to see oikawa’s gaze locked onto his phone.

“oikawa tooru, yes.” he clarified, making eye contact with you briefly.

“tooru,” you mumbled, such a familiar name with this foreign emotion attached to it. you couldn’t tell where these remote feelings were coming from, perhaps it was from that strange dream you had?

“y/n, i think i know how we ended up like this.” oikawa ran a hand through his hair, and if he thought that was going to sort out his disastrous hair, then he was wrong because now his chocolate locks were sticking up in every single direction possible.

once you’re caught up with his little theory, you end up staring lasers into the ceiling. “so we’re just two lonely idiots who thought fucking was going to solve all of our love problems?”

“you didn’t need to shove it in my face like that but i do love the frankness.” oikawa joked and you found yourself laughing along with him. truth be told, but you already found this man endearing to be with.

“say, are you free for the rest of the day?” oikawa sat cross-legged on the bed, shirtless and only wearing his boxers. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely distracted by his natural charms that radiated off of him.

you hummed, “i am, why?”

“it is valentines day, why don’t i take you out? it seems like we’ve already met before this encounter anyway.” he shrugged, yet half of him silently begged that you would say yes.

“i don’t see why not,” you replied before adding, “you better not take me to some amusement park though.”

oikawa shook his head, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “and while i take you someplace better, let’s get to know each other some more, hm?”

“fine by me.” you rose from the bed, still holding the blanket up to your chest. “now, could you bring me my dress please?”

“will you let me put it on for you?” oikawa wiggled his brows teasingly, but what he received was another pillow to the face.

“the dress, tooru!”

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tuanyiems · 3 years

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Bambam and Bonbons

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 3.4k plot: the two of you get into a fight and you see your boyfriend mad for the first time…it’s an interesting discovery for the both of you, established relationship!au warnings – dom!yugyeom, sub!reader, light bondage, oral (f receiving), denial, a fight is involved…kinda not really lol they are simps for each other it’s pretty gross a/n – part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You nibble on your nails, ruining your fresh manicure. Your self-destruction goes unnoticed though as you stare at the round clock on Yugyeom’s wall. In exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds it will be 7PM and his friends will be walking through his doors. 46. 45. 44…

“Will you stop? You’re making me nervous too,” Yugyeom laughs, pushing your hand away from your mouth.

When you look at him, distraught is written in every arch and wrinkle of your features. Chuckling, he leans in before pressing a teasing thumb to the center of your forehead. You whine as he proceeds to smooth the worry lines away.

“Gyeom,” you cry, pulling his hand away and wrapping your fingers through his instead.

He answers you with his smiling eyes. “It’s just a friendly get together, Y/N. My friends aren’t scary, just stupid. It’s nothing to be nervous about.”

You can only sigh and nod your head. His response doesn’t help at all, but you can tell in the way he rushes back into the kitchen to check on dinner that you’ve been annoying him. You don’t mean to be annoying. As much as you want to believe in Yugyeom’s reassurances, history has taught you better.

It doesn’t help that today of all days is Friday the 13th. Not that you’re a superstitious person, but it surely doesn’t do anything for you. And you’re going to need all the luck you can get if you’re going to meet your boyfriend’s friends for the first time.

How could you not worry? It hasn’t even been a full month since you two started dating and you know from how much Yugyeom talks about them, that their opinions really do matter.

And if your meeting tonight goes anything like how you first met Yugyeom, you’re not sure his friends will be as kind as your boyfriend. To be honest, you’re still not sure what anything you did could have attracted Yugyeom to you, but at this point, you’d rather not ask for fear he might realize his mistake.

You feel a squeeze over your hand, pulling you out of your stupor.

Yugyeom is smiling down at you. “They’re here. I’m going to ring them up.”

Quietly, you nod, watching as he makes strides towards the intercom at his doorway. Swallowing your anxiety, you rise from your seat to fix at the creases of your black dress.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom calls for you, a line of men behind him. “Let me introduce these clowns to you!”

You laugh nervously as four handsome men towered over you. Handsome people really did travel in pack, huh? You raised your head, neck straining. And apparently tall men too.

“This is Bambam, Jungkook, Jaehyun and Mingyu,” Yugyeom introduces.

“Y/N,” you smile shyly.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Bambam greets you, reaching out for your hand. You shake it hesitantly. “Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.”

You blink in surprise, flustered, and the guys break out into laughter.

“Hey!” Yugyeom complains, pushing past his friends. “It’s too early for your jokes, Bambam!”

“I don’t know,” Bambam gives you a friendly look. “Hard to believe you got a girl like Y/N voluntarily.”

You can only laugh, shaking your head in dismay.

“She blinked twice and is shaking her head now!” Jungkook points out, his eyes round and shining.

“It’s not too late, Y/N,” Jaehyun smiles at you kindly, dimples deep in his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Mingyu nods his head, reaching his arms out like a bodyguard to push Yugyeom back. “We’ll hold him back while you escape!”

You laugh at their playfulness, eyes turning to Yugyeom. He smiles back before turning to push his friends into the living room. And as you follow behind, you can’t help but feel a warmth blooming in your gut.

Maybe you were worried for nothing after all.

You smile gratefully when Yugyeom bends over the couch, handing you another cold bottle of beer before taking a seat on the floor by your legs.

“I still don’t understand why I’m partners with Mingyu,” Yugyeom grumbles, jokingly pushing Mingyu’s shoulders.

“You should’ve won at rock-paper-scissors then,” Bambam taunts. He pulls at your arm, bringing you closer to his side of the couch, much to Yugyeom’s disliking. Bambam smiles before whispering in your ear. “I’m the best at Taboo, we’re gonna win this!”

You chuckle, nodding your head.

“Whatever,” Yugyeom rolls his eyes at his friend, organizing the deck of cards. “Let’s just start.”

Unlike Yugyeom’s tone though, when the boys begin playing you are amused to find how intense they become. Jungkook and Jaehyun quickly come out of their shells, their competitive natures apparent as both their voices fill the apartment with shouts. Soon you are laughing so hard you wonder if you might be buzzed already.

“Okay, Y/N!” Bambam jumps up from the couch, shuffling superfluously. “Final round, we have to sync okay?”

You play along, pointing your two fingers from his eyes to yours. “Telepathy caps on!”

“Oh my god guys, just start already!” Yugyeom complains, which only succeeds in making the both of you laugh harder.

“Fine, if you want to lose faster,” Bambam shrugs his shoulders, making you snort, and the rest of the room roll their eyes collectively.

“I’m turning the hourglass!” Jungkook yells out.

You sit up, hands fisted and ready to play.

“Okay!” Bambam yells. “This is a…uh thing you like to consume! Um, self-care-”

“Chocolates!”

“What kind?”

“Uh,” you glance around the room before landing on Yugyeom. “Peppermint?”

“Ew, no what?” Bambam makes a face at you but Yugyeom smiles back, sends a wink your way. “It’s a circle. Usually filled with something. Sounds like Bambam!”

“BONBONS!” You yell out, ignoring the heat rising to your ears under Yugyeom’s gaze.

“Yes!” he cheers, throwing the card to the floor. “Okay, what do you use if you’re an off—a person of the law!”

“A cop?” you arch your brows. He nods eagerly, gesturing his fingers for more.

“What does a cop use?”

“A gun!”

“What else?”

“A baton?” You look at him questioningly.

“No!” Bambam waves the card in the air, practically jogging in place. “You can use this in bed too!”

“Handcuffs!” You yell out. “Oh my god!”

The guys around you laugh but Bambam waves his new card your way, breaking you out of your mortification.

“Consensual bondage in the bedroom is healthy, Y/N, ignore them!” Bambam shouts, not helping with your embarrassment at all. “Okay, next one is easy. Keep your head in the bedroom.”

“Oh dear,” you flush, glancing at your boyfriend before turning back to Bambam.

“When he cums, you?”

“SWALLOW!” You shriek, covering your eyes in embarrassment just as Jungkook yells out time.

Bambam laughs, settling back down next to you on the couch.

“Really?” he asks you teasingly making you pout. He grins. “Well aren’t you a good girlfriend.”

“And that concludes probably the most epic win of Taboo ever,” Jaehyun laughs, raising his beer in congratulations.

“And that’s the last sexual innuendo Bambam is allowed to say for the rest of tonight!” Yugyeom adds, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You chuckle, feeling his hands squeeze your hips.

“Good thing the night is over,” Bambam laughs heartily, clinking his beer bottle with yours. “We make a good team, Y/N!”

“We do,” you agree, drinking your beer with him. “But seriously, you could have said a type of bird or something. Anything else, really.”

“But would you have gotten the answer as quickly?” Bambam challenges and you can only roll your eyes because he’s right.

“Maybe she could have,” your boyfriend answers for you. “You really didn’t have to make the game so dirty.”

You turn your head to Yugyeom. Was that tension you heard in his voice?

“That was fun though,” Mingyu cuts in. “Best game we’ve played in a while.”

“For sure,” Jaehyun agrees, beginning to clean up the cards on the floor. There’s a shift in the room that you’re certain is coming from Yugyeom. You’re not really sure why though. You were all having so much fun just a moment ago.

“Well, I guess we better head out soon,” Bambam winks at you. “Don’t wanna overstay our welcome.”

“Yeah, I promised to come home early tonight,” Jungkook adds, getting up from the floor.

“You’re whipped man,” Mingyu teases, but Jungkook only answers with a bunny smile.

“Hey, at least he’s got someone to be whipped for,” Jaehyun defends.

“And now that Y/N’s here, it’s just you and me man!” Bambam stretches his arms out towards Mingyu dramatically, making you laugh.

“Thanks for coming everyone,” you add, rising from your seat on the couch. “I had so much fun—”

You watch in slow motion as the beer bottle in your hand slips out of your grasp, spilling all over Bambam’s pants.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, automatically bending to wipe at his pants.

“Woah, woah,” Bambam grabs your wrists, cheeks flushed.

“OH MY GOD!” You gasp even louder, your face on fire at the realization of your hands on his crotch. Pulling out of his hands, you look mortified as you apologize.

“It’s fine,” he chuckles easily. “Not the first time a girl’s made my pants wet.”

“So much for no more sexual innuendos,” Mingyu snickers.

Yugyeom groans from the couch and you wince inwardly.

“Let me get you cleaned up in the kitchen,” you say, ushering Bambam into the next room over.

Alone, Bambam laughs at your flushed face. “I’m just teasing you, Y/N. You’re almost as fun to tease as Yugyeom.”

“Still,” you sigh, handing him a kitchen towel to wipe himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” he grins. “Gyeom warned us you were clumsy.”

“He did?” you frown.

“It’s a good thing,” Bambam reassures you, but you look at him like he’s grown two heads. It makes him chuckle and he pats you on the shoulder. “He really likes you. As his best friend, you can trust my judgement.”

“Then, as his best friend, do you approve?” you look up at him hopefully.

“As long as you’re my game partner next time.”

“Deal!” you smile, shaking his hand.

Feeling your spirits lifted you walk towards the kitchen door until you hear a loud tear. You feel a tug on the end of your dress and when you turn, Bambam’s eyes are wide with shock.

Slowly, you look down at your body. A fresh split runs up your thigh, showcasing your bare flesh and as you look up, the evidence of your torn dress hangs from his Cartier bracelet. The two of you gape at each other in shock.

“What’s taking you so…long?” Yugyeom enters the kitchen, a scowl on his face that only deepens when his eyes land on your disheveled appearance.

“Dude,” Bambam chuckles awkwardly, waving his wrist with the torn garment. “It wasn’t me, it was the bracelet.”

“I-It really was an accident,” you stutter out, face so hot you think you might actually explode this time.

Annoyance is written all over Yugyeom’s face and you can’t help but feel sick in your stomach. The worst case scenario was really unfolding in front of you. You just embarrassed yourself in front of all his friends and now he was going to want nothing to do with you. Why would he? You were out here spilling drinks on his friend’s crotch and ripping your dress in half.

You wouldn’t want a girlfriend like yourself either.

You should just be grateful you lasted a month.

Clenching his fist, Yugyeom finally lets out a sigh. “Mingyu’s waiting outside for the Uber. You two are sharing, right?”

“Oh, right!” Bambam smiles, glad for the opportunity to exit.

Shuffling out of the kitchen, he laughs one last time as he slips your torn dress piece into Yugyeom’s palm before running out of the apartment.

And then it’s just you and Yugyeom.

You wait for him to say something, yell maybe, anything…but instead he leaves the kitchen without a single word. The minute you’re left alone in the kitchen, your heart leaps to your throat and it hurts to swallow. Your eyes wet but you hold yourself together, fisting your torn dress before exiting the room.

When you enter the living room, Yugyeom is cleaning up the empty bottles and putting away the board games. He doesn’t spare you a glance, but like a scolded puppy you don’t know what else to do but stand there until he says something.

Yugyeom can see you standing there in his peripheral and he knows you’re waiting for him to speak. It’s a little hard for him to pretend like he isn’t annoyed though. How could he not be? He pretty much spent the whole night watching his girlfriend and his best friend flirt with each other. And yeah, he knows you weren’t flirting, you were just being yourself, but somehow that makes it worse. As if you and Bambam have chemistry so good that you don’t even have to try. It was just plain annoying!

“Gyeom,” you break the silence first. You utter it so softly he almost thinks he imagined it.

That all changes when he finally looks at you.

Yugyeom’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees you, your cheeks shiny with fresh tears. All annoyance is quickly replaced with panic. Dropping the empty cans back onto the floor, he rushes to meet you.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing at your tears.

Fresh droplets fall as he brushes at your cheeks and your vision blurs, but you continue, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

“Of course, you aren’t,” he whispers, his chest tightening. In the back of his mind, he wonders about the old relationships you had glanced over. Which one of your exes placed those words in your mouth?

When you push his hands away, it brings him back to the present. He can’t care about your exes right now. He’s making you cry right now. That thought feels like a punch to his gut.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, rubbing your tears with the back of your hand. It smudges your makeup down your eyes. “I embarrassed you in front of all your friends. I even ripped my dress!”

At this, you flail at your bare thigh and Yugyeom knows you’re being serious, but you look so adorable, he can’t help but laugh. When you hear it, you look at him with surprise.

Yugyeom steps closer, bringing his arms back around your waist. “I think you were the only one feeling embarrassed, Y/N.”

Your wet eyes shimmer as you arch your brows in confusion. “So…you’re not mad at me?”

Yugyeom lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I was a little annoyed, but not because of you.”

“Really?”

“I would never get mad at you over your butterfingers,” he chuckles, one hand coming to cup your cheek. “It’s part of your charm.”

You look at him hesitantly, still unsure. “You’re really not mad at me? I can still be your girlfriend?”

“Are you kidding me?” Yugyeom pulls you to his chest as if you might run from him otherwise. “You’re not getting away from me that easily!”

Finally, you break into a smile and wrap your arms around him. Pressing your face into his chest, you breathe in his warmth.

Squeezing him, you giggle, pulling away just enough to look at him. He lifts a brow, amused.

“First you’re crying and now you’re laughing?”

“We just had our first fight,” you snicker.

“You’re a rollercoaster, you know that?” Yugyeom laughs. He gives you a once over, eyeing the slit of your thigh. Tongue in cheek, he looks at you mischievously. “You know what comes after a fight?”

You blink, shaking your head.

Smirking, his hands come around your dress, “Make-up sex!”

And then you hear a loud tear. You gasp, your body on full display for Yugyeom now.

“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he replies easily, licking his lips.

You barely notice the flimsy material slipping off your body as Yugyeom captures your lips with his.

Pulling away, he looks you over and smirks. “Are you up for some consensual bondage?”

You feel a shiver run down your spine. Lifting your arms above you head, you smile innocently up at your boyfriend. “I think I need a little punishment.”

“God,” he exhales, rolling up your dress to wrap around your wrists. “How are you so perfect?”

“I have a good teacher,” you whisper, feeling a thrill when he tugs to secure the knot. Smiling down at you, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, inhaling the sweet aroma of your shampoo. And then you feel a hard slap come down on your ass.

You gasp in surprise, pressing your knees together as arousal shoots straight to your core. Rubbing circles over your lace panties, Yugyeoms sooths the blow as he places kisses from your tied wrists down your arms. He sucks along your neck, marking your skin pink. You can’t help arching at the sensation, legs buckling when he licks at the sensitive skin of your ear.

His breath is hot and heavy at your lobe when another hand comes down on your ass. It brings an audible moan out of you that makes Yugyeom groan. He grips your ass in his hands, kneading your soft flesh between his fingers.

“You pretty little thing,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, fingers coming to undo the clasp of your bra. His hands come under the now loose material and he squeezes around your boobs. “You make men go mad and don’t even know it. Makes me want to ruin you.”

Your breath is heavy, looking at him through fluttering lashes as he pulls your bra up and over your arms. He chuckles, pinching a nipple. It makes you whimper.

“Ruin me, Gyeom,” you utter, breath heavy as if you had been running.

He frowns at you, lifting a brow. “Gyeom?”

You swallow. “S-sir.”

Yugyeom smirks, pulling at the ends of his shirt, he throws the cotton material onto the floor. “That’s better.”

You can’t help eyeing his bare skin, his tattoos rising along with each of his breaths.

“You look so pretty like this,” he groans, hooking his finger through the sides of your panties. “And all mine.”

In one swoop, Yugyeom pulls your underwear down to your ankles and bends to his knees. You barely have time to blink before he is pushing you against the arm of the couch and spreading your legs.

“Oh!” you gasp when Yugyeom licks a strip up your folds.

Eyes on you, Yugyeom sucks at your clit and watches as you fall apart. It feels too good all at once and you don’t know what to do with yourself. You preen at every roll of his tongue, fingers clutching at the knot around your wrist in an attempt to keep you tethered to reality.

But when he thrusts two fingers, curling into you and sucking at your clit, you are lost entirely to the pleasure.

“Yugyeom!” You cry out, leaning completely on the couch now. You squeeze your thighs around his head, shaking with desire.

He groans into you, fingers fucking faster into you as you tighten around him.

“R-right there,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. You feel lightheaded as your core begins to tighten. It feels so good, you can barely breathe. Almost there…

Yugyeom lifts his head, your arousal glistening over his lips.

“Gyeom!” you whine, thighs flexing in an attempt to bring back the already fleeting orgasm. His hands hold you firmly in place though.

“I thought you wanted to be punished,” he teases, his smile widening when you moan, this time with displeasure.

You pout, sitting up to hang your arms around his neck. “I think that was enough punishment. Let’s have real make-up sex now, okay? Please?”

You press a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Since you ask so nicely,” Yugyeom smiles, hands coming under your thighs. He stands up, lifting you up in one swoop as you hang onto his neck. “Prepare yourself, baby, I’m not letting you sleep tonight!”

#got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #kim yugyeom #got7 smut #fluff #fanfiction #got7 series #le chocolatier series

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havokangel · 3 years

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come back...be here (bucky barnes x reader)

a summer romance au, with an inevitable ending.

♡

a/n; this is part 2/3 of my bucky series, inspired by taylor swift’s album “red,” link to part one is here. please leave some love on ao3, as well :)

link to ao3

If I had known what I'd known now

I never would've played so nonchalant

I’ll be coming to see you tonight. Usual time, yeah?

Buck

It’s strange how a handwritten note can distract you from your responsibilities all day. Your co-worker gave you shit when Bucky left it for you, at his usual table. She kept commenting on your rosy cheeks, knowing how this boy affects you. Even when you retort back, protecting your real feelings from her, she knows how hard you’ve fallen for him.

(Ever since the start of the Summer, when he got comfortable with you, he’d start leaving you notes on napkins. You haven’t told him that you have them all; tucked away in a box, memories from this Summer with him.)

It’s late August now, and things in your small, oceanside town are slowing down. Tourists are leaving their expensive rentals, beaches are clearing out by the day, kids are going back to school, and the traffic in the diner that you work at has slowed exponentially. Normally, you’d be looking forward to work slowing down; that means less work for you, as the usual elderly people who reside here all year begin being regulars again.

But this has not been a normal Summer, all thanks to him.

James. Or, Bucky, as he prefers. You learned that the first time he introduced himself to you, with that easy smirk he always wears.

His family came to stay here for the Summer; their first real vacation, after working their asses off to get to be where they are today. He’s your age, 19; still looking for his place in the world, being reckless when he can because hey, now’s the time to do it, when people expect you to make mistakes. You on the other hand? You’re 19 and stuck in a small town, taking care of a younger sibling as your father drinks his days away, mourning the loss of a wife, the mother to his children.

She passed a year ago, and ever since then, you’ve bared the weight of the family’s responsibilities, the family’s reputation, everything to keep things running smoothly. When you’re the responsible one, there’s no time for fun, for recklessness, and certainly not for boys. So back in June, when a boy with gleaming blue eyes and an air of easiness sat in your section, you fell hard and you fell fast.

Being with Bucky is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like coming home, after being on a sunny beach all day; a burn blossoming on your cheeks, sand still between your fingernails, and hair damp from the water. It’s like driving through an empty road in the countryside, wind whipping through your hair as you think to yourself, it can’t get better than this.

June and July had passed quicker than the sand in an hourglass falls. Every day was spent with him, regardless if you had work or not. He’d pick you up on his motorcycle, every day being a new adventure. It was hard, in the beginning; allowing yourself fun seemed impossible and wrong on so many levels - who would take care of dinner? Who would take care of your sister? Your dad? It all seemed insane, but Bucky made it better. He always knows how to make you feel better.

You swam, you hiked, you laughed, you kissed...every day felt like a dream that could be so easily altering the way you think. Within a few weeks, he turned your gray and dreary outlook on life colorful, almost reviving the life that you lived before everything snowballed into treachery.

But as the amazing, tiring days with him passed, you knew the end was coming. It was inevitable, really.

He’s a Brooklyn boy. Born and raised, through and through. He was going back home in August, and not just back home; he was planning on enlisting.

Army, he had said. Got shit else happening in my life. Might as well.

He told you nonchalantly, in the beginning, when all you would do is talk at the diner, on your slow days. You didn’t think much of it, and he didn’t bring it up again; even when you’d be wrapped up in your sheets together, the easy pillow talk escaping his lips.

But the note he leaves you today doesn’t give you the normal butterflies and rosy cheeks. It leaves you with a sinking gut feeling that you’ve been shoving down down down ever since he kissed you for the first time. So, as you scrub the counters while watching the clock, anxiously awaiting the end of your shift, you prepare yourself for the end; the end of the best thing you’ve ever had, and arguably… the best thing you ever will have.

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12 A.M., sharp.

Plunk, plunk.

The small rocks that hit your window make you shoot out of your bed, practically tossing the book you had been reading to distract yourself.

(More like rereading the same page, too anxious to think of anything else.)

Pushing up on your window, you chuckle quietly to yourself as Bucky looks up at you, grinning that stupid grin he always has. His hair looks damp as he rakes a hand through it.

“Watch out princess, m’comin’ up.” He calls out, as quiet as he can be in the situation.

“Don’t break any bones, please.”

“You know I won’t.”

He jumps up to the tree adjacent to your house, legs swinging to support himself as he easily scales the tree. He’s pretty adept at this, with nights and nights of practice to ensure that he doesn’t fall. As if it was nothing, you move aside for Bucky to reach the window sill and easily swing himself in. You can’t help but bite back a smile as he shuts the window quietly, and turns to face you.

“There’s my best girl,” he says, stepping towards you. His hands cup your cheeks as he presses his lips against yours. “I missed you.”

Like it always is, you melt like butter as he touches you and kisses you like that. How could you not, with someone like him?

“I missed you too.” You answer, but your voice is muffled by his lips. Pulling away from you, he tucks your hair behind your ears.

The look he gives you now is different than he normally looks at you. His thumb runs against your lower lip, his eyes slowly tracing the features on your face. Neither of you says anything for a long time, afraid to shatter the delicate silence as he memorizes the way you look in this moment.

You know what he’s doing, and you start to do the same. Neither of you wants to say it, but, you want to remember this, you want to remember each other.

Leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him, after a long silence, his brow furrows and his hands slide to hold your waist; fingers gripping your skin there.

“Touch me,” you sigh against his mouth, hand gripping the hair at the back of his neck. Something in your voice tells Bucky that tonight is going to be different, from all the other times you’ve slept together. “Please-just-please, Bucky.”

So he does. He lifts you like you weigh absolutely nothing, lips never leaving yours. With each touch, each kiss, each gasp; you pathetically attempt to stop your brain from thinking about what’s bound to come.

Afterward, as you lay in the humid, hot air in your room, you’re in his arms. You’ve grown accustomed to this; his sweaty skin against your equally sweaty skin, the window propped open, relishing in the air that hits you. But unlike those nights, no one has said a word yet. And no one does, until he clears his throat, kissing your cheek.

“My flight leaves early tomorrow.”

The words cut through you harder than you thought they would.

“Oh.” That’s all that you can manage to stay. It’s all you can say. The pounding in your head starts then, and you feel as if a rug is being pulled from beneath you.

“Would you want to… see me off? I know Rebecca would want to say goodbye, too.” He says it carefully; his voice an octave higher than normal. He’s nervous.

You don’t look at him, because if you do, your dream-like state that you’ve been living in will leave you and you’ll be left alone with the reality that you started in. So you just nod slowly, burying yourself in his arms, and reply,

“Yeah, I can do that.”

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The last time you were in an airport, you were just a girl, saying goodbye to your grandparents. You hadn’t thought of the next time you’d ever be back here; it was so far away from where you resided.

But here you are, with Bucky, a boy who’s changed every fiber of who you are. He’s leaving you to go back to his life in Brooklyn, his new life that he’s going to be making for himself. Your heart is practically breaking already as his parents and sister leave you two to say your goodbyes.

Bag in hand, and a baseball cap on his head, Bucky just grabs you in his arms. He’s strong, and he knows it - you certainly know it - but you don’t care that you feel like he’s breaking you. You’d gladly let him break you, a thousand times over if it meant you never would have to leave his arms again.

He kisses your head, and that’s when your first tear falls. He pulls away after a moment, the sadness in his eyes apparent.

“Hey-hey. Don’t cry, princess.” His thumb comes to swipe under your eye, and you just hiccup. This is pathetic, you think, berating yourself. “I had a lot of fun this Summer.”

“I did too. I just-I don’t want to go back to reality, I guess.” You manage to answer, wondering how he can be so calm when he clearly wants to just...stay. With you.

“It’ll be okay. I have your number and address. I promise I’ll call and text, and hey, maybe even send you a napkin note.” He reassures, chuckling a little, which makes you smile slightly. “There’s my favorite smile.”

Your rosy cheeks return, and he kisses you again. His family calls his name, and he sighs in annoyance, turning to make a face, a face that reads yeah yeah, I got it. I’m coming. Turning back to you, he regains his focus. He’s doing it again -- memorizing you.

“You changed my life, you know that?” Bucky all but whispers.

Regardless if he knows it or not, he’s making this harder for you. You can’t really blame him, though.

“You changed mine too, Buck.” You reply, voice shaking.

With another call from his dad, all he can do now is kiss you; and boy, does he kiss you. He grabs you and it nearly makes you gasp, but it’s quickly swallowed by his mouth on yours; no cares in the world -- which is classic for him. You don’t care how much of a mess you look as he pulls away, and he says,

“I’ll see you later, ok?”

And as he brought color and life back into your life, the world around you feels as if it fades to black and white, returning to the state he found you in, as he walks away to the terminal. In another life, another time, you’ll find him again.

But for now, you mourn. You mourn what you could have had with him, and you drive home, radio on silent. Allowing yourself to be sad is the only way you can remind yourself that what you had with him was real and that something like that for you is possible.

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This is when the feeling s i n k s i n,

I don't wanna miss you l i k e t h i s.

#bucky barnes x reader #my writing #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #marvel au #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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obeymebutnotlikethat · 3 years

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Death is not scary. She is nicer than Mother Nature. Her presence feels like home; the way warmth cradles you in your final moments. She is a mere worker of Time but kinder than him.

There are stories of Time and the despair he brings upon the world. Bedtime stories of the ways he encouraged Mother Nature to kill the weak and the poor; erase them from existence for lacking strength and prosperity. No, Time is not kind. He drags out torture in midst of the night locked in cells without glass windows. The clock is always ticking for the ill. He mocks them with every dying breath for he cares for none. I believe he enjoys the suffering of others.

One shall not talk down about him: Time is never on one’s side. I have caught him brushing past hourglasses dropping their last few grains of sand; flicking his boney fingers to speed up the end. The rustling of his keys as he drifted between a dying mother’s room. Pulling from his back pocket a small hourglass; numbers hung over the executioner as it poured its last grains of sand. A slip of a smile adorned his face, followed by solemn eyes. The mother: laid up, panting, heaving, and crying for more time. More time for her, just enough to see her child. Though, Time is not a caring man. His fingers trailed the glass and tapped it twice. The numbers counting down drop to ten seconds.

In the world, seconds mean anything. Ten seconds may save you from getting hit by a truck; allow you to say I love you. It means everything in terms of death. The feeling of time counting down raises panic and fear. Fear of never being able to see your loved ones again, of not knowing what waits for you on the other side. Those ten seconds meant everything at the moment. She would barely get to hold the newborn; feel its fingers wrap around hers, or its eyes--I can assume--just like hers peering up at her. She would never get to see the child: smile, cry, or laugh. Those are not available options for her anymore.

Time, he does not have a body count; he has others to do it for him. His face never shifted in front of the heaving woman. It felt all the same to me. He has played this game too many times before. The stories, always intertwined with one another. At some point, their lines get blurred together and it becomes the same story every time. The same plotline, the same villain but hero. The faces merely change over time. Humans have utilized him for their benefit. They mock him during the cold of nights, flaunt themselves over bonfires, and seduce him during celebrations.

Staring at the panting woman-- her thighs quacking in weakness-- it was always the same with minor changes. This wasn’t those partygoers, the school kids, the orphans, or the inmate in cell 3. This woman wasn’t mocking him; she was merely begging him. Time sees all but hears not at all. His ears have remained sewn shut upon his head; an effect of Celestial. Perhaps this woman reminded him of her. Both begging him for more time, for more, more, more. The lines of these stories do not cross. This woman remains desperate and Time does not care.

Time relies solely upon Death and

Death does not take joy in her work. Surely, she wasn’t the villain here, she was merely following orders of Destiny and Fate. Destiny and Fate are cruel sisters. This is the reason humans like to bend them to their advantage. Those humans cannot win against Destiny or Fate, so, they pick up their utensils, and craft worlds where the sisters always lose.

#writing #writers of tumblr #writers #writers block #creative writing

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hanakokichi-donutjuice · 3 years

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👀 I noticed you followed the author I mentioned, care to check out the newest fic they posted? 👀 also also, christmas headcanons? :0

Hey! Thank you for request ! I don't know if you want Tsumitsu so when in doubt I did general hc on all the characters, but if you want Tsumitsu in particular tell me and I'll do it again ^^

I haven't read her new story yet, but it's in my Bookmarks ! As soon as I have a little time I'll read it ! :D

TBHK CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS

It's Christmas ! They are all having a great family celebration

It’s Sumire’s birthday too (not the real date but I like to think she was born on a holiday)

Tsukasa eats mistletoe

He also plays with garlands and almost electrocutes himself with the string lights

Teru has a horrible Christmas sweater but he thinks he's on top of fashion with

But no, tell him no

Besides, he made sure to match his sweater with his siblings

Mitsuba cut Nene's hair shorter

Mitsuba wears a golden garland instead of his scarf

Tsuchigomori tied Hanako's tie knot

Tsukasa couldn't tie his tie on his own so he had to ask Sakura to do it for him, but Natsuhiko said he took care of it.

Think for two seconds that we've never seen Natsuhiko with a tie, why? He just doesn't know how to tie a tie

After an hour he gave up and he ended up putting on a bow tie and suspenders in Tsukasa instead.

Aoi and Nene both have candy cane earrings

Kou makes the meal

Teru wanted to help him, but we kindly sat him down at a table instead

" NO ! OUT OF THE QUESTION ! WE WANT A WARM PARTY BUT NOT A FIRE !!! GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN NOW "

Mitsuba stole the star from the tree bc: "I am the brightest star in this room! "

Akane and Amane argue over who is more beautiful between Aoi and Nene

"Yashiro is so radiant that she could replace the star on the tree! "

"Well, Ao-Chan is so bright she shines brighter than all the fairy lights on the tree! "

Then Aoi and Nene said it was Teru the brightest in the room

So we tied Teru to the top of the tree to light up the room instead of the star

"We" in fact it was Akane and Amane out of revenge

Tsuchigomori is disguised as Santa Claus

Teru taught him how to make a good "Heave-Ho!" "To stick to the character (but Teru remains the God of "Heave-Oh!")

He also smokes in a pipe with candy cane color

"WHO PUT A FIR BRANCH IN MY PIPE ??!" "

Tsukasa beheads gingerbreadmans and glue them back together to make characters with multiple limbs / Heads

Sakura is sitting by the fire reading a large, beautiful, ancient storybook with sumptuous gold bindings

Natsuhiko had put mistletoe over her chair before the reception

He was going to go under to try to kiss her but ...

Tsukasa comes running ahead of him (dropping the mistletoe in the process) because Sakura is reading Christmas tales and he ABSOLUTELY wants her to get him over it

Mission failed.

Kou, Aoi and Nene distribute Christmas hats to everyone

Hanako put on a Christmas hat over his own hat

At one point Amane asks Tsuchigomori to do Christmas carols on the piano (I like to imagine him playing the piano, the flute and the saxophone) and he manages to convince Yako to sing too.

She has a beautiful voice, she looks like an angel

Then after she clinks glasses with Tsuchigomori

Then they toast once again to their sucks

And again, they drink again!

Okay, by then they're both totally drunk and Tsuchi ’dancing rock with Yako

Flash Info: Music is a slow

Lemon improvised himself Dj, besides his turntables have a lemon motif

Mitsuba eats all the coconut rock fereros (Rafaelo I think?) he can find, anyway nobody likes it so it's okay

Tsukasa and the Mokkes steal the mandarins and papilottes which are placed on the guests' plates

There are firecrackers in the wrapper paper but they don't make much noise: Tsukasa is very very disappointed

So instead he hides behind Mitsuba and explodes crackers behind him to scare him

Almost all the gifts are for Aoi or for Nene

In fact Akane and Amane made a competition to find out which one would give the most gifts to his sweetheart

Perfect equality

"Hanako-Kun ... Did you really get me a Daikon plush ?! "

Aoi received ALL Pandora Hearts, Vampire Knights and Black Butler tomes from Akane

Natsuhiko also gave Sakura a lot of gifts, but they were mostly books.

He gave her some handmade silk gloves too (Mitsuba gave him the patterns and he managed to sew them himself, it's wobbly but it's pretty anyway and Sakura likes them a lot), a pretty refined and expensive tea set, and books on medicinal plants, on precious stones and on healing but he also offered her science fiction books because he knows that she is secretly a fan of this kind of reading

Sakura does not show it but she is very touched, especially since she had never spoken about the fact that she has a weakness for science fiction books.

Sakura gives Natsuhiko a kiss on the cheek

Simp.Exe stop working

"There was mistletoe above us, that's the tradition"

She gave him a dangling earring with an amethyst stone (I can say more if you want but the meaning of the amethyst is based on a hc of Sakura that I have, if you want hc a this to better understand why this stone, ask me ^^)

Nene gave Amane her rocket keychain, lost about 50 years ago

Hanako remains silent then he hugs Nene, he almost cries

Akane offered Hanako milk

“It's good for growth"

Kou gave him a cat ear headphones

And Sumire gave Hanako a bell necklace

"I AM NOT A F****** CAT! "

"Hanako-Kun… You meow while sleeping and sneezing…"

Tsukasa donated handmade pottery to everyone

He accidentally broke one on Amane's head

"My head is… Spinning… Ho I see… The Stars… THE STARS, BROTHER! THE MOON IS NEAR! "

But he offered Yaoi to Mitsuba while whistling

Mitsuba turned all red and stuttering after that

Hanako gave Akane a math manual with his name written on it

"But ... is this my manual ??? It's been something like… Seven months since I look for him! "

"Yes, I thought you would be happy if I gave it back to you for Christmas"

Teru gave everyone the lobster plush toys he won this summer, his stock was too big for Tiara's room (which by the way is really big for a little girl room!)

Aoi gave Nene pretty hair clips and Nene gave her some lily seeds

Sakura gave Nene gaiters and an hourglass and Nene gave her a set of tea scented with autumn flavors and a scented with flavors of winter

The Toilet Trio donated cups to Tsuchi ’

Tsuchi' and Yako both treated themselves to first-price perfumes found in supermarkets

He also gave her a fake fox fur to annoy her

Yako bought her a ferret, (don't ask me why I don't know, she thought it was a good idea)

So now we have Tsukasa and Mitsuba running behind the ferret to play with him since half an hour

And Hanako wants the ferret to be called "Rocket"

Sumire received luxury jewelry, clothing, shoes, fan and perfume

Tsuchigomori donated a telescope to Hanako

Kou received overalls, a multicolored sweater and items and clothes with egg designs on them

Mitsuba received a mirror and polaroid paper for his photos

He also got a whole bunch of kawaii items and clothes with peaches, including an orange skirt and a pink winter dress with soft faux fur.

And Mitsuba gave everyone the same thing: A photo of him with a cute face: “So am I not the most beautiful of gifts? UwU "

Lemon offered Akane a Netflix subscription, but he plans to squat his account too

All the gifts that Lemon has received have… Lemon… designs.

"We should stop the joke one of these days guys, once it's going but every year it gets long by force ..."

Someone (obviously unconscious!) Offered a jumping stick and stilts to Tsukasa, who had the wonderful idea of combining the two, before eventually dashing headfirst into the table.

A little more and he landed in the fire ! ! !

Akane donated a plush, a Hawaiian shirt, glasses and a pen all with pineapple designs for Teru

Teru gave him some sushi candies to make together

He also gave her a watch without hands because: "You don't need any object to tell the time, after all you're a bit of a clock yourself, aren't you? "

"After the party we'll have to throw out the tree, but do we throw Teru with the tree too? "

I hope you like it, I took a long time to write it <3

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namfine · 4 years

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◕ | 𝕬𝖈𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕩 | ◕

Sloth is a state of dejection that leads to spiritual apathy.

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Δ pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Δ word count: 6.5k

Δ summary: His company is magmatic, languid and persistent. He is a viscous fire that keeps you on your toes, suspended over the edge. Its static, bubbling up slowly and encompassing all the memories that now felt so far away. Will you stay where its warm and the pleasures are many, or will you cross the threshold he’ll tell you isn’t there?

Δ Tags: 18+, Yoongi x reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, fingering(f receiving), daemon au, mind fuck, angst? kinda? -ish, mad quarantine vibes.

Δ part: 4 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.

⋫ Link to Master List here

Δ a/n: Hey guys! welcome to chapter 4 of our Seven Deadly Sins series! I hope yall are prepared cuz this one gets.. surreal. Only 3 more sins to go, stay tuned because it only goes deeper from here ;P

-umami~

You loved your apartment you had together, you really did. It was cute and cozy, decorated in cool sky blues and pretty white accents. Your couch was lush and cushioned, as well as your bed and all your little bar stools that lined your kitchen nook. Four stools -because there was a time where you were expecting guests.

But that didn’t matter anymore, you weren’t concerned with other people anyway. You could barely remember a time when you could connect with anyone outside of Yoongi. The memories you did have were hazy and dark, you had a feeling that they weren’t things you needed to shine a light on. They seemed so out of place with how things felt now.

Similarly, there was one thing in your shared apartment that felt out of place. It was something of Yoongi’s from his past. He insisted on keeping it out in the open, right on the coffee table so it’s allure could distract you from your shows. It was an old hourglass. The glass was cloudy, and oxidized copper turned the spokes a textured sea green. It was large, and full of black sand that he told you was volcanic. The strangest part about it was that it was so old that it didn’t work anymore. He told you the sand must have sat too long and hardened. That didn’t sound possible to you, but you couldn’t argue with the results. It stood smack dab in the center of your white coffee table, the portions of black sand evenly distributed inside of each glass bubble. You knew it was important to him, some huge part of his history that he wouldn’t elaborate on. But most days to you -it was just an eye sore.

Some nights when it was really quiet, you swore you could hear it humming before a single drop of sand would fall.

It was rare that anything new would happen in your shared apartment, most days kept the same mindless routine. But tonight you felt particularly hungry for something different. You were out of ideas and inspiration; as usual, but you had a few tricks in finding it again. On nights like these you liked to hang over your balcony ledge and wait for something to strike you.

You watched the city lights and the busy cars rushing by. They looked like little toy cars in the distance, all lit up and full of so much urgency that they made your head spin. You figured your own car must have collected dust by now. Maybe the gas had expired and corroded some tricky little fuel lines, or maybe it had been so long that your seat cushions were sprouting daisies. You wished you could check, but the notion was silly. Yoongi would say something like “Why check on something you never need to use?” Or “We can’t go look even if we wanted to, you know that.” And he would be right. Ever since the front door disappeared there was no way to leave.. -Not that you even wanted to, you had everything you needed here in your cozy sky blue apartment. A fridge that stocked itself, a warm bed, hot water, and your carefree boyfriend to spend all this time with. It was surreal that this was how your life had been for as long as you could grasp, or maybe it was surreal that there was ever a time before this.

But something about the noise from up there was mesmerizing to you. It made you feel less… trapped.

You felt trapped; somewhere deep down, but you also had this overwhelming feeling of never wanting to leave. Of just wanting to live out the rest of your days in Yoongi’s arms, all cooped up in your cozy little apartment that had two too many stools and a broken hourglass.

Thinking about it, you remembered that the clock’s never worked right either. You had one that sat above the stove in your kitchen; nothing special, but it was big enough that you could see it from most places in the open apartment. Sometimes you would sit and count the seconds as you watched them tick; because you had more than enough time to be counting seconds, but they never ticked on time. Sometimes they were four seconds off, sometimes seven, other times they ticked backwards or sometimes not at all. You just wanted one clock that could work properly, but Yoongi always said they were useless when you had no schedules to stick to. He was right, but you still wanted a way to keep track of the days, the months, the years. You had no idea how long it had been. It was long enough that anything that happened before felt detached, but not long enough for you to have aged. Or to have gone mad..

You sighed as you watched the little people off in the distance and how they lived their lives so far away from you. You wondered how exciting their lives were out there, and what kinds of places that must be traveling to. Shopping malls, and coffee shops, office buildings and movie theaters. Those things all felt almost imaginary to you know.

You started to hear a rustling behind you. You smiled to yourself, you were wondering where he had been. There were only three rooms in your world after all, it was hard not to always bump into each other.

He walked up behind you like he often had on nights likes these, and he wrapped his warm arms around you. You relaxed into his embrace, any tenseness and worries you were feeling before melting away like butter in his arms. He kept you close to his chest, his lips starting to leave light kisses and goosebumps along the gentle curve of your neck.

You felt enveloped by him, his scent of lavender and cedarwood filling the air around you. You pressed yourself back further into him, pushing yourself off of the ledge. He grasped his hands around your hips, leaning up to kiss at the spot behind your ear.

"Do you want to go back inside?" He questioned, and you turned to nuzzle your nose into his neck. You hummed there, thinking about it a little longer. You hadn’t been struck with your new idea yet..

“Hmm.. Not yet.” You focused on the way his chest rose and fell behind you. Slow and gradual, and you could feel his steady pulse against your lips.

“Do you want me to stay? Or am I distracting.” He pulled you in a little tighter when he said that, and he caught the lob of your ear lightly between his teeth before he pulled. You hummed again, very much enjoying the feeling of having him wrapped around you like this. His lips turning soft against your skin. You pressed your hips back into him; just to check something. You chuckled before you replied.

“You are distracting -But I don’t want you to leave. Maybe you can help me?” He was no fool to what you were doing, or to the light playfulness in your voice. He gripped his hands around your hips and pulled your closer, digging his own hips into your back side.

“Help with what? Baby.” His voice was gruff against your ear now, it made you shiver in his clutches. You hummed once more, fighting to keep your mind on track and to not think about how nice his member felt stiffening against your ass.

“I’m not sure what we should eat tonight.”

“I can think of a few things.” You giggled at the suggestiveness in his voice, turning around to peck him on the cheek and to scurry your way back inside. The surprised look in his eyes was heartwarming, there was just that little twinge of disappointment that you’d gotten away from him so soon. He shook his head a little, moving his soft black hair out of his eyes.

“I’m serious! I’m tired of eating the same old things, I wanna try something new!” You skipped up into your kitchen as you yelled back to him, knowing full well that he would follow you.

“Like what?” He asked, stopping half way into the living room, between the couch, and the hourglass.

“I’m not sure.. That's what I need your help for.” You gleamed, stepping across the tiles to spin your stools out of restlessness.

“Well.. Lets see.” He thought aloud as he sat himself down, staring into the murky glass as he searched for an idea. “What do we have to work with?”

“It seems like I eventually find everything I ever need.. So.. I guess the options are endless!” You chimed, moving to rummage through your cabinets.

“I’m not sure if I remember any dishes you don’t already make..” You frowned at that. That's what you were afraid of, it was an excuse he had for a lot of things. But you understood because you were beginning to feel the same way.

“Really?? Didn’t you use to travel a lot? You must know so many more things I could try than I do." He scrunched his brows, his eyes falling back on that old hourglass again.

“Yeah but.. That was a long time ago, I don’t remember." He paused, turning back to you with a sparkle in his eyes. "Why don’t you make that fancy pasta of yours and we’ll add something new?” you lent him a weak smile, not wanting to dampen his excitement even though his idea wasn't exactly what you were looking for.. And you knew where this was going.

“New like what?” He paused again, his eyes going wide as he tried to recall something from the back of his mind.

“I'm not sure, calamari?” You hummed and nodded at his idea as you watched him slowly racking his brain.

“I’ve done that.” It hurt a little to give him the bad news, but it was true. You'd made pasta with calamari within the last few weeks.

“What about shrimp?” You nodded along again this time before u sent the blow.

“I’ve done that too.” His eyebrows furrowed, and you knew he was trying so hard to think of something fresh and new. It wasn't his fault he couldn't remember, you knew that. You turned away, walking up to dig through your fridge. Sometimes inspiration came to you in there, especially if you opened and closed it enough times..

“Broccoli?” You sighed, spotting the broccoli tucked away in the vegetable crisper just as he said it. “That too..” You were thinking about giving up and just making something you always make when he popped up beside you suddenly and slammed his hands on the counter like he'd just thought of the best thing.

“What about… all together? Have you tried that yet?” You stopped, turning back to him with the chill of the refrigerator still cooling the room.

“I haven't, do you think that would be good?” His smile was warm and confident as he looked at you. It was calming, just as his presence always was.

“I think anything you ever cook is good baby, but let me know if you want an assistant. You know I’m always here for you.”

The pasta turned out alright, just like he said. It was ready, but he had gone missing again like he sometimes did. It was strangely endearing that he could always find a quiet place to himself in such a small space. You called for him with little luck, so you started to look for him. There were only two other rooms so there weren’t many places for him to be hiding, but somehow he stumped you every time.

You started your way down the narrow hallway, your old hall light flickering above you. You were headed towards your bedroom door on the right when you noticed something strange you didn’t remember being there. Another door? This one on the left side just adjacent to your bedroom. You swore that wasn’t there.. You had no broom closets, and the bathroom’s only entrance was through the bedroom. This was.. New. Even though it looked very old. Cracked and missing paint setting it in high contrast against the rest of your apartment. There was no way it was something you could have just overlooked. It was.. strange, and you felt your heart beginning to race as you came closer to it. Had your memory really gotten so bad that you’d forgotten a whole other room..? You were beginning to not trust yourself.. To not trust your reality. Something had always seemed unusual here but Yoongi could always calm those thoughts away from you.. But Yoongi wasn’t here.

You pressed your ear to the misplaced door; timidly, seeing if you could hear anything on the other side. Maybe it held a water heater? Or the electrical system? You thought, pulling strings to just make sense of it. You heard a clicking inside, and some very faint humming. Neither of which calmed your nerves.

“Yoongi..!?” You called again, hoping that he could hear you from wherever he was and that he could come calm your racing heart, and maybe inform you on what you had forgotten.

“I’m in here! -The door is open!” He answered finally, but his answer didn’t help you any. His voice sounded from inside the room and it only made you feel more out of your wits.

You fought with your anxieties as you slowly placed your hand around the rusty door knob. It was hot to the touch.. You turned it; slowly, peering inside the room to look for traces of him.

It was dark inside, that hum growing louder now that the door couldn’t keep it contained. Your eyes grew wide as you tried to adjust them to the darkness.

“Yoongi?..” You could see piles of books littered around the room, and old computer parts. Dusty equipment and piles of old trinkets you could barely identify. Everything seemed to be painted in a thick layer of dust, dirty cobwebs connecting each pile to another. The smell was.. Old, stale. Like the room hadn't seen fresh air in millennia. But despite all you could see in the room, you hadn’t seen him yet.

“Over here!” You heard him, his warm voice slowing your heart rate; if even just a little, as you darted your eyes along the darkness in search of him. There was something large and black at the end of the room, textured and bumpy. You traced your eyes up from the bottom of it, following along with how the light hit it from behind. On your way up you saw big black feathers, hundreds of them, old but beautiful. And then they moved.. Flexing straight out to the sides like something worrisome preparing for flight. You began to tremble but you couldn’t pull your eyes away, you kept them on their slow path up reaching features that startled you. It’s face.. You knew that face; you loved that face. But it was corrupted here, scaled and frightening with gleaming diamond blue eyes. It smiled at you and you recognized that look and the love in those icy eyes.

You screamed. You didn’t understand, you couldn’t. You needed things to halt, to stop. You remembered you had seen him like that before.. Maybe often.. Maybe he always looked like that.

Yoongi.

You turned away from the room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it.

You..

What were you doing?

“Looking for Yoongi.” You thought. You saw your bedroom door in front of you and you walked up and opened it not even questioning why your heart was racing so hard. You flipped the light switch on and peered around in search of him, to no avail. A moment later he startled you, coming up and hugging you from behind.

“Hey, is dinner done already? I could have helped.” You shivered, spinning around with a sudden urge to see his face. His kind brown eyes greeted you, his sweet smile proving contagious.

“It was just pasta, and it's not like I was making it from scratch.” You hugged him, resting your cheek on his shoulder and feeling your heart calm to its usual speed.

“Have you tried that yet? Maybe that could be something fun we could try together next time.” You blinked, looking up at him in surprise.

“..I haven’t. I love that idea though, but I’m not sure I know how-”

“I’m sure I have a cookbook that will tell us somewhere. Wanna try it tomorrow? We could make lasagna.” You giggled, basking in his enthusiasm.

“It’s a date.” A date, you had forgotten about those until you said it. Was anything in this apartment ever really a date when you could never leave..? You reached something deep in your mind then, the taste of rich aged wine, the taste of cream and sugar, laughter.. Images of unspeakable things. Things that excited you. He noticed the change in your demeanor; you could tell when something moved behind his eyes, but he hid it well.

“A date. -Hey.. I know you’ve seemed a little restless lately, why don’t we try something different?” You stepped back from him to get a good read on his face, your head tilting to the side.

“What do you mean?” He smirked at you.

“I have an idea, I’ll show you after dinner.”

He didn’t want you to know what he had planned yet. He kissed you sweetly after dinner, spinning in his stool and scurrying over to your small wine case. He grabbed a bottle; one he had been saving, along with two glasses before he dashed down the hall into your shared bedroom. A quick shout of “Don’t peek till it's ready!! And don’t worry about the dishes!” before he was out of sight.

You felt a little lost now, impatient with nothing to hold your focus. You spun around to look over at your balcony again, the white curtains fluttering in the wind. It was picking up, the doors starting to flex and sway back and forth. You stared at them a good while before you decided it might be time to shut them for the night. You made it over to close them softly, giving a quiet “goodnight” to the outside world before you shut your curtains.

He startled you again, this time you didn’t even hear him before his hand was pulling yours to follow him through the apartment and back down the hall. He was in such a hurry and it was unusual for him, but this kind of spontaneity was what you felt like you were missing. He dragged you through the bedroom, a giddiness in his stature. He rounded you past the bed and led you to face the closed door of your bathroom. You giggled.

“What did you do?”

“Hush, you’ll see. One things first though.”

“Hmm?”

He grazed his hands against your waist, pulling your shirt up enough for you to get the hint. You reached to lift the flimsy fabric up and over your head, and he gently fisted your hair in his hand to help you get it out of the way. He released his fist, letting your hair fall messely over your bare shoulders. You heard him fiddling to throw his own shirt over his head from behind you, he was fast and it was no time before his hands were back around your waist, lowering their way down to your hips where he tucked his thumbs under the waistband. He released a hand from the task, bringing the free one up to rub along your stomach and up over your ribs. He glided it up until the tips of his fingers were teasing under your bra. He leaned down to kiss your neck again like he did before, only this time there was no escaping the heat he made you feel.

“I think you’ll like the surprise, It’s nothing special but.-”

“-I’m assuming there’s warm water and us both naked involved, I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.” You teased, hastily working to pull the rest of your clothes off faster than he was going. Despite your wiggling to get your pants all the way off of your ankles, he still had his hands all over you. And once you were up right again he was already pulling you back into his bare chest. You wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulder as his hands coyly wandered down to rest on your ass. You smirked at his behavior, pushing away from him to finally work his pants down since he was stalling. He grinned, taken a little off guard, but he complied when you needed him too.

He kicked them over, finally, and then for the second time that night he did something you weren’t expecting. He spun you around, pressing you tits first against the closed door. You gasped at the sudden cold against your nipples, and then groaned when you felt him grind his hips hard against your ass. He kept a hand on your hip, pulling them back so your ass remained up in the air where he wanted it. You braced your hands on the door, shivering when you felt his nails lightly tracing the curve of your spine. You could feel his length hard between your thighs as he dug his hips into you, and then he curled over to kiss at your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he did so.

“-I want you wet before I dip you in the water.” He whispered, his voice sinful against your spine. He traced his other hand back around your waist and down your abdomen, he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers against your heat. He spread your lower lips with his pointer and middle fingers, sliding them back and slowly dipping the tips shallowly into your entrance.

“I’m there-” You gasped.

“Yeah you are..” He pushed both fingers all the way in as he spoke, pressing the heel of his hand against your heat as your mouth opened wide in a sigh. The hand around your hip reached around to squeeze the tender flesh of your ass and you could feel yourself clenching hard around his fingers. He chuckled before he pulled them out and stepped back to give you room to breath.

“You can peek now.” You paused a moment to collect yourself before slowly opening the door.

It was warm and welcoming inside the bathroom, golden candlelight flickering and casting a subtle glow around the whole room and the white tile from every corner. You smiled at the two glasses of wine he had placed on the porcelain edge of the tub, one glass already half empty.

The tub was full, a thick layer of sudds coating the surface with steam you could see coming up from where you were standing. He passed you, patting your shoulder before he walked up to place himself in the water. You watch him as he lowered himself, there was a shadow larger than him that followed. Two great fluttering masses that shifted and flickered in the candle light. He locked eyes with you, tilting his head in a question.

“Are you coming?”

“Um -Of course.” You shook it off, bounding over to test the water. He watched you curiously with his back against the porcelain, you dipping your fingers in to make sure it wasn't too hot. -And it wasn’t, just somewhere in between warm and scalding. You stepped in slowly, turning your back to him. He reached his hands up to grasp your hips out of instinct, helping you lower in and rest yourself against his steaming chest. Your hips nestled between his legs. You sighed, allowing all of your inhibitions to wash away in the water. He brushed your hair aside, hot water sliding off his arms and against your skin as he handed you a glass of wine. You took the glass from him, watching his hands as they moved in front of you. He took his own glass and brought his other arm hot across your shoulders.

“We should make a toast.”

“To what?” You questioned.

“.. To longer days, and new ideas.” You smiled and scrunched your nose up at his toast, clinking your glass with his. “And lots of wine.” You added, taking a sip from your glass. It tasted rich and full, but there was something very familiar about it. You glanced over the side of the tub in search of the bottle. You picked it up to read the label after setting your glass back down on the edge. Laveyan vineyards.

“This is the stuff you’ve been saving, right?” He hummed, the vibrations penetrating through you and making you shiver.

“Yeah, it's from an old friend. I thought it was finally time..” You gleamed, feeling honored he would crack something open from so long ago just because you had been feeling stuck. “Do you like it?" You took another sip, slower and more this time. “Yeah, something about it is really unique.” Or maybe it was just such a contrast to the same old brand you had usually been drinking from, you weren’t sure.

You continued taking slow slips of wine, letting the subtle haze fill your senses while his hands slowly roamed your body. He liked to take his time in everything, making sure to graze his fingertips along every inch of your body. Down your arms, and between your fingers, and then back up and along your collar bones. His hands stayed so hot in contrast to the cold air as it battled to suck away the warmth on your skin. You shivered when he dipped his fingers between your breasts and along your sternum. You watched him graze his knuckles against your ribs, making little thumps and waves in the water with every pass. And then he was gliding them back up to tickle along the underside of your breasts. You sighed, leaning up into his touch just hoping he would speed up a little. He chuckled at your desperation, kissing the side of your head before his hand dipped below the surface. You flinched when he suddenly grabbed your thigh, and flinched again when you heard him slamming his glass down on the edge of the tub. He grabbed you around the shoulders firmly this time, his arm like hot steel. You could feel his breath on your neck as you stretched it back for him, and your eyes started to roll back when you felt his sharp teeth grave against your skin. You shivered under the weight of him, the shadows in the room growing along with your anticipation. The shadows felt like eyes on you, and you were thrumming under them. You skin alight, your legs trembling. He had distracted you fully with his teeth and then his lips, you’d forgotten the hand he left idly around your thigh. His hand moved, and then his fingers curled back against your heat just as his breathy lips reached your ear.

“Should I make you wait?” He teased, his hand reaching up to grip hot digits around your jaw. He tilted your head to the side more, and sucked sloppy kisses into your pulse point. You melted into him, moaning as you felt his fingers dip easily inside of you. He dipped them in slowly, letting you really enjoy the stretch as the feeling melded with the sensation he was giving you on your neck. He sucked hard, grazing his tongue against the skin before he would dig his sharp teeth in. He had your head spinning already, and the steam and wine were only helping your dazed state. You’d forgotten he asked you something entirely when he curled his fingers up inside of you, the pads of them grazing that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. He barely moved them, lightly rubbing his fingertips back and forth and holding you as you started to sigh and tremble.

“How long do you think you’ll last?” His lips vibrated against your skin as he spoke, but you didn’t have an answer. He added more pressure on that spot inside of you, angling his fingers away to the point where you could feel the hot water starting to mix with your slick as it entered you. He released your jaw to grope at your breasts again, and you head fell back to dribble against his shoulder. You wanted him to do more, to move more, to fuck you with his fingers like it was a competition. But this slow languid pace was something he was an expert at, speeding to the finish line would be so much less fun. Besides, you loved it when he toyed with you like this, when he touched and teased you for hours until all of your senses were screaming, and every touch was fire. The orgasms he could give you.. They would rip right through you, and they lasted so long. You could feel them start, could feel time slowing as every muscle in your body tensed up and sent shock waves against your skin. One by one, you could almost count the muscles clenching if you weren’t too dazed in ecstasy to think.

He uncurled his fingers, sinking them back inside you to the knuckles where he rested them. You huffed, rolling your head over to hide your face in his neck. He chuckles again, the soft sound bouncing against the walls before he pulled his fingers from you entirely. He tipped your face up to press his lips against your own. You could taste the wine on him, the scent of lavender still heavy on his skin. You reached up to cup his face as he kissed you, moving it shortly to thread into his hair. He licked your lips, testing his teeth against them before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hummed into him, sliding your silken muscle against his own. You felt him sigh into you, a gasp leaving his lips as your tongue tickled his inner cheek. He grew hungrier as he continued, gradually leaning into you and kissing you as deeply as he could at such a tight angle.

You could feel his cock twitching against your back now, it pulsed thickly behind you. You were trying not to think so much about it being so close because thinking about it only ever made it harder for you to be patient.

Thankfully tonight he had other plans -mid kiss he gripped both hands around your hips and lifted you up. You gasped into his mouth, flailing your hands out to catch the sides of the tub. You felt your hand tipping your glass over before you could stop yourself, you heard it shatter on the floor but neither of you let that stop you, his lips now locked against your shoulders. You felt him letting one of your hips go to reach down up under you now that you could help with your balance. He started to line himself up with your entrance, letting himself go and helping you to ease down onto him. You sunk down slowly, the water making waves that kissed against your thighs from all the movement. You could sink down fast, but he had you trained so well, you knew he would stop you. His strong hands would be holding you back; hell, he might have even pulled himself out and made you wait longer. You only lowered yourself down as quickly as he would allow, his strong arms still keeping you steady.

The stretch was almost painful, the blunt head of his cock pushing stiffly into you. The water helped, it eased the slight burn that every new inch deeper he entered you would bring. You hissed, angling your hips when you felt the head of his cock slide past that spot inside of you. He started to groan, a low sound that shook the air. You parted your lips and let your head fall back, just enjoying the moment.

He pulled you down harder once you were reaching closer to his base, and then he thrust into you hard. You were so unbelievable full of him, his cock wholey nestled and pressing against every soft spot inside of you, his head pressed flush against your cervix. Your walls were fluttering and squelching, struggling to hold his full girth.

“Lean back baby.” His voice was strained as he spoke, but he kept the pitch steady. You leaned back, trying to relax your shoulders against his chest and the cold rim of the tub. You were already gasping in rhythm with the waves, and your clenching cunt.

He lifted your hips back up, keeping your weight tilted back at your shoulders. You groaned at the way he slipped half way out of you, your feet catching on the edges of the tub to help keep you from falling. He slapped his hips back into yours a moment later when you weren’t expecting it. You moaned and gripped the tub so hard your knuckles were turning white. Before you could catch a breath he was slamming in and out of you again, the water splashing up around you and onto the floor with the force of his thrusts. He kept his pace steady, slamming his cock against that spot inside of you that made you shudder. You moaned and whined, his name on your lips. Sweet like the wine. You weren’t use to this from him, this force, this speed. You shivered thinking about how sweet and fresh he was being for you tonight.

You hung a leg over the ledge to giving him more leverage and an easier angle. He groaned, his pace gradually rising. You whimpered.

“Shit -s-shit.”

He grunted, his face falling forward as the feelings consumed him.

You felt the air growing warmer, smelt something like sulfur sneaking its way into the sweetened aroma. You focused on keeping your eyes open, watching the water as it splashed, watching Yoongi’s hips moving up from beneath you. You noticed those shadows again, the twin black masses from before. They started to span out around you, the one against the wall stretching forward. For a moment it grew crisper, jagged and smooth around its many edges. The one that crept around your left side fluttered before you, stretching and curling above you as the other strained itself against the wall, pushing the now unlit candles that sat against the edge into the water. It beat itself against the wall, like it was struggling in rhythm with Yoongi’s thrusts.

You weren’t scared.. A part of you knew that they had always been there. The shadows at Yoongi’s back.

His pace started to waver as he was losing himself. He was close, and so were you. You closed your eyes again, feeling smooth feathers as they tickled your skin, his sharp nails as they dug deep into your thighs. And finally that cord inside of you snapped. You moaned out, your voice pitching higher and cracking at its peak. Each wave of pleasure hit with a lead weight, threatening to consume you fully with every pass. You felt him Struggling to fuck up into you, struggling to keep you at the right angle. You used what little leverage you had to bounce yourself against him, feeling his cum starting to coat your plush walls. Every sound that escaped his lips was something beautiful, something you would treasure as long as you could.

He slowed, finally, near dropping you as he felt exhaustion taking over. You sighed, basking in the afterglow. You could still see his wings, and you were happy this time. They were beautiful and intricate, shinny from the water. You reached out to touch one of them hoping for once that this was real. The feathers quivered against your fingertips.

“Y/n?” He sounded startled, his voice still raspy and low. “Can you see them?..” His arms wrapped around you again as you ran a finger against the edge of one of the feathers.

“Yeah.. “ It swayed then, bending and flexing inward before fluttering in around you. You felt his head drop against your shoulder just as you felt his wings tighten around the both of you. You felt so safe in his embrace, loved. But you remembered something else, something that jolted you back up. The wings parted way for you quickly, disappearing back into the shadows as smoothly as they came.

You had to check before you forgot again.

You rushed out of the tub, paying little attention to the glass on the floor. You felt sharp cuts blooming on your soles but they only made you move faster. You snatched your robe off the door and ran as quick as you could down the hall. That strange door on the left was there.. But what about the front door?

You heard him shouting after you, heard the water as he rushed out of the bath to follow you. But he wasn’t quick enough, you made it. Just in front of the front door you thought for so long wasn’t there. It was just a lie, a glamour. This whole time you could have walked right out and you never knew.

“Y/n! Wait!” Your hand was already on the knob, your other holding your robe closed. You looked back at him with shock in your eyes. Before you stood the creature from before, the one with the diamond eyes and the face you loved.

“Y/n.. if you leave I’ll never see you again.” You felt the pain in his voice and the weight of his words. But the exit you had been longing for was right there.

“Come with me?” You pleaded, you wanted so badly for him to come. You weren’t sure what he was; you were barely sure who he was, but you knew his heart and you wanted him to escape this place just as much as you wanted to leave it.

“I can’t” He sounded so defeated as he stepped forward, the dark image of him fading and revealing the man you were use to.

“What- why? The door is right here Yoongi! Let's leave this place! We can go anywhere we want!” You fought him, your hand still firmly gripped around the door handle because you were scared if it wasn’t it would disappear again. You reached your other hand to him, but he wouldn’t take it.

“I can’t y/n. The door isn’t there for me, I can’t see it.. It’s just a wall, it's always only been a wall.”

“If it's just a wall then how did I get here? How did we meet?” He shook his head, shivering and then glancing back to his hourglass.

“I can’t remember.” He turned back. “And I can’t make you stay-”

“I’ll come back for you.” You stated, and a timid smile greeted you. “I’ll bring the whole building down if I have to.” He only nodded, turning his gaze to the floor.

“Yeah.. I’ll be here.” You huffed, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him closer so that you could peck him on the lips. You weren’t going to make this a goodbye, because it wasn’t.

You opened the door quickly and stepped out, letting it close quietly behind you.

You..

What were you doing?

#bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts demon au #seven deadly sins series #bts imagines #admin umami #namfine

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1doll-4u · 4 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: everyone x fem! reader (basically)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,581

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst, fluff

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you download an otome game called, ‘paradox’ and become addicted to the game. the longer you play, the more you realize that the game isn’t as normal as it seems.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, violence, gore, sexual situations/smut (not in this chapter), possible triggers, horrible writing, underage sex, rape/non-con, character deaths, sexual content, age differences, etc.

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + this is short but the chapters will get longer as you continue to read, don’t worry ~

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: i’ll be making a tag list for anyone who wants to be updated/notified of when i post! please comment or send an ask if you would like to be tagged!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐊𝐄𝐘:

[ ✉️ ] - in game (chat requests)

[ 💌 ] - in game (narration)

[ 📨 ] - status notification

[ 🕊 ] - in game texts

[ ⌛️ ] - hourglass (more) — [ ⏳ ] - hourglass (less)

[ 🔮 ] - magic (given)

[ 🥀 ] - curse (given)

[ 🌺 ] - gift (given)

[ 💕 ] - like — [ 💞 ] - love

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓

"you need to download the app, pleaseee, i need to talk about these hot boys with someone," your friend pleaded through the phone.

you sigh in defeat, finally giving in. she has been bugging you to download some otome game called, 'paradox' for the past few days.

"fine, but if it's horrible and the guys are ugly i'll delete it."

"it isn't horrible i promise, and the guys are realllyyy cute in the game."

"i'll text you after i play it, okay?"

"you better."

you end the call and open the app store, looking up the app. you find the app pretty quickly because of it's stark differences from the other otome games.

the icon is a plain white clock with a black background and the preview pictures didn't even show any of the love interests. the pictures are just screenshots of some chats and strange quotes with clocks on them.

no wonder only forty people have played it.

currently it's 3 AM for you but you don't care for sleep. besides, talking to (hopefully) hot fictional guys does sound appealing.

once the app finishes downloading you tap on the icon to open it. a notification pops up and tells you that you have to update the app first.

isn't the update supposed to go along with downloading it? stupid phone.

you go back to the app store and press update. within a few seconds the app is updated and you open it.

your screen turns black for a second before fading out to reveal a boy with green hair, eyes, and a pale complexion.

꒰ 💌 ꒱

"do you have any pictures of you as a baby?" the green haired boy asks while scanning your room again only to find no pictures of little you.

"i think they are in the attic, i'm not sure.." you answer, not paying much mind to him as you continue to play on your phone.

the boy lets out a huff and jumps on you, crushing you with his body weight. "i want to see them, let's go to the attic and find them," he insists.

"fine! just get off of me first," you exclaim, roughly pushing off the boy who is two times your size. the freckled boy gets off of you quickly, he was practically bouncing from excitement. you weren't sure what he was so excited about. both of you were just going to find your baby pictures.

once you stood up your friend was pulling you out of the door and urging you to lead you both to the attic. you never understood how he could be so energetic all the time.

"izuku, can you pull the string? i can't reach it."

the boy does so without objection. a short staircase appears before the two of you when pulling the string. you enter first with izuku following after.

"you can check those boxes on the right while i check the boxes on the left," you suggest. he nods and begins searching.

"i really hope we find them, i want to see some cute baby pictures of you," izuku admits, feverishly looking through each box.

you ignore him and the warmth spreading across your cheeks. izuku has always said sweet things to you but you still haven't gotten use to it.

you push the box you looked through away to get to another box when something catches your eye. the wall in front of you has a faint outline of a..door? it was quite small.

you touch the outline of it with the tip of your fingers, rubbing off the dust that was hiding it. your parents never told you that there was a secret room in the house. did they even know that there was one?

"izuku, i found something." you couldn't look away from the door for some reason. it had this sort of pull to it. your hands were itching to open it.

"did you find the pictures?" izuku walks toward your sitting figure, hope brightening his eyes.

"no..but i found this secret door. let's try to open it," you look for any sort of knob or handle only to find none. there is a faint outline of a keyhole though, it was covered with wallpaper.

"i really wanted to see those pictures but they can wait..how should we open it?" izuku takes a seat next to you and scoots closer to the door to examine it. "ow!"

"what's wrong?"

"this loose nail just snipped me," izuku points at the loose nail and board in front of him. there was a small glint of something underneath the loose board.

you pull the old board off to find a aged key underneath it. "wow- you unintentionally found it without even trying."

you turned your attention back on the small outline of the door and scratch away at the wallpaper with the key until it fully went in. it was difficult turning the key but with some help from izuku you both managed to do it. an audible click sounds and the small door opens outward.

inside is complete darkness. you are hesitant to peak your head in because you are afraid of some sort of insect jumping on you.

"can you find us a flashlight? i don't think it's a good idea for us to go in without one.." you explain. one part of you didn't want to go in and the other did.

you felt both excited and scared of what could possibly be discovered. izuku hands you a flashlight after a few short minutes of searching and you click it on, slowly entering the little room first on all fours. izuku follows you without hesitation.

"i'm surprised it isn't dusty in here and infested with insects by now," you said, continuing onward with a little more energy than before now that you don't have to worry about possibly getting attacked by spiders.

it felt like the room or more like tunnel was never ending. the walls being a pitch black didn't help that thought. after what felt like twenty minutes of endless crawling, you notice light peeking out from another door a few meters from you.

you quickly crawl to it and push as hard as you could. the door finally caving in when the both of you pushed your weight on it.

izuku falls out of the door and tumbled onto the ground ungracefully with you. the both of you stood up, stretching your limbs and dusting off your clothes.

"how did we get here?" taking in your surroundings you knew immediately that you both aren't at your house. the room the two of you are in is lavished in decorative furniture. the walls are a creamy white and the furniture has a complimenting black and white color scheme. it looks like something out of a fairy tail.

"this is weird," izuku looks around, equally confused. how did you get here? how could that small door connect to this room?

you noticed the room had another door. the room didn't look like it was just one room. you open the door a few inches wide and take a peek outside. you couldn't believe it.

outside of the door, was a wide hallway with many other doors aligning the walls. everything just as decorative as the room.

"this can't be real!" you open the door wide and leave the room, izuku following. "this doesn't make sense.."

the two of you marvel at your new surroundings, it was like you both got sucked into a fantasy book.

you were so immersed in your surroundings that you didn't even hear a pair of foot steps approaching.

a body crashes into yours causing you to fall harshly on your back.

"i-i'm so sorry! please forgive me..(l/n)? oh this is bad- i'm truly sorry!" a blue haired boy with long droopy bunny ears apologizes profusely. he extends a hand out for you and you take it hesitantly.

his whole appearance is quite unique. rich dark blue hair, pale skin (though it's crimson now, most likely from embarrassment), long bunny ears that are a shade darker than his hair, and troubled indigo eyes. wait, how did he know my name?

wait, how did he know your name? you never entered your name in the game..unless it synced with your Apple ID..

꒰ 💌 ꒱

"it's okay, really.." you didn't really know what else to say. the poor bunny boy looks like he's going to break down and cry any moment. it oddly makes you feel sympathetic for him.

the strange boy's eyes look you up and down, seemingly checking if you are injured in anyway. it is pretty endearing.

"i'm sorry again i, uh i..." bunny boy averts his eyes to his watch and jolts up, tapping his foot nervously, "oh no, i'm late! the prince is going to be really mad..we should go now, please follow me."

without looking back, bunny boy starts to walk away. prince? could they just be some weird cosplayers? sense bunny boy could give you more answers you follow him with izuku.

"i don't know if we should trust him.." izuku whispers to you before giving bunny boy a quick glance.

what will you say?

‣ "he doesn't seem harmful.."

‣ "yeah, you're right..but he seems to know what's going on."

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: n/a

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dxrksong · 3 years

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Chapter 3 part 2

Things get real

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You all ran inside, heading to the kitchen. Things were all fine when the Jims froze at the kitchen door

Y/N: "Something wrong Jim?"

CameraJim: "Uh-well…"

Cherry pushed passed the twins

Red: "I suggest you stop beating around the bush and-"

Cherry froze as well and the moment you heard HIS voice, you knew why.

Mark: "Now now, let's not all stare at me and hold up dinner!"

Slowly Cherry and the Jims walked into the room and taking their respective seats. Eventually you had to walk in to, looking around and realizing unhappily that the only chairs that were left were either right next to him or still within arms reach.

Mark: "ah! Y/N! Just the elusive-"

You started walking away. You're not eating with him anywhere NEAR you.

Actually you might throw up if you tried. The sheer anger and disgust he makes you feel, makes you feel uneasy and anxious and just flat out nauseous sometimes.

Almost as if you had just downed a whole gallon of alcohol among other things.

Mark: "Y/N! Oh come on, don't be like that! Why won't you talk to me??"

Dark tried to say something but you drowned him out as Something snapped in your head, nothing but anger so hot it nearly broiled in your mind as You stopped, turning around on your feet sharply as you glared daggers at him

Y/N: "Oh you want to know why I won't speak to a man that's notorious for the partial blame of me being in the mirror? A man that has this downright CREEPY obsession with me when I bearly remember you? Yes, I remember SOME but that's about it. Most of the time you're just a fuzzy little memory in the back of my head that refuses to surface. And with everything I DO remember of you is nothing short of TOXIC!! So You know what?! No! No I won't speak to you!! And do you wanna know why?!"

Your voice started to crack, A ringing in your ears as you didn't bother holding back, feeling you hair stand on end and the ego's seeming to flinch at your outburst

Y/N: "You killed my friends, forced them against each other, ruined my marriage, forced everyone to go INSANE AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T HANDLE YOUR GIRL LEAVING YOU AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO GET HELP OR DROWN IN ICECREAM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON DOES AND INSTEADS GOES FOR MURDER!!! So No! No, I won't speak to you! You're just a whiney little baby that no one wants to deal with that cries all the time and doesn't bother trying to anything yourself or shuts the fuck up and DEALS WITH IT *BECAUSE YOU'RE OVER A CENTURY OLD!!!!*"

You were panting once you finished your little rant, the entire room speechless. Slowly you realized what you had done and said, Mark's face twisted in shock, surprise, and maybe just a dash of fear, Dark's surprisingly no different

Even after all this time….

Oh how you'd love to see it more. But you have important matters to attend to. You straightened yourself upright before walking away towards your room, hands behind your back to keep your posture positive even as you slowly broke down in the halls, picking up the pace once you were out of sight from them.

You can't believe you just did that! You can't believe what you just said!! A ruined marriage…? On top of all THAT?!

The poor DA…...no wonder they turned to dreaming….it's much better than out here!!

You busted into your room, slamming and locking it shut behind you. You collapsed onto the edge of your bed, burying your head into your arms as you sobbed and bawled. You just wanted this day to end already, maybe turn back time and pick a different route.

You just need more time.

"Oh child…"

"We all do…."

You looked up and you saw two very familiar shapes.

Unus and Annus

"Y-you guys..?"

They smiled warmly at you.

"Now, you may not really remember us"

"And though our time may be up"

"We got you a little something."

Unus and annus took out an hourglass, setting it in front of you, on your bed. It was black and white, the lids/roofs being in a black and white spiral with the walls being black and the skulls being white. The sand was also black too.

"To always remember us by"

"And just remember."

"Never. Forget the ticking of the clock"

You could hear it in your head, you watching the sand go down in the hourglass as the clock ticked over and over again, progressively getting slower with each second until…..

The sand stopped all together, frozen in time.

"You have a wonderful gift Y/N! Don't be afraid, to use it!"

"And remember. Don't let ANYONE tell you what you can and can't do"

You paused before smiling and nodding

"Y-yeah!.....thank you I-"

They were gone. Were they even here to begin with? You looked over to your bed, seeing the hourglass still there. You smiled once more and picked it up, setting it on your dresser.

You looked up, peering into your reflection. An empty eyed version of you looked back at you and strangely.

You didn't feel afraid

Your smile turned into a grin as you stared right into your reflection before opening your mouth and uttering your command

"Play!"

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The ego's watched tensly as Mark sat at the table. Mark wasn't really welcome here, that fight from earlier being more than enough proof of that. As the last members of the table arrived, they had given a shocked pause like the rest of them.

Mark: "Now now, let's not all stare at me and hold up dinner!"

The Jims had nodded slowly and unsurely as the Red Googleplier took it's seat. However when Y/N walked into the room, the room suddenly got more intense than before.

Y/N wanted nowhere near Mark, that much was obvious as they started to walk away from the dining room all together. The Jims were originally going to get up and join them but what happened next practically glued them to their seats.

They had seen this before, back at the manor before Y/N had woken up from their coma. A kind of feralistic energy made by sheer RAGE that cracked their body from the inside out.

Just like the broken mirror.

Except it was worse this time somehow, like a predator that had just found it's prey cornered and helpless.

Y/N screeched at the top of their lungs, the terrible ringing sound they emitted completely drowning out Dark's aura, leaving the man stunned.

But that wasn't all. Y/N's eyes…...they were dilated like a cat's, a loud growling being heard in the background of their screaming.

It hurt to hear and see all that at once as Y/N continued on. until finally….they left...leaving the room even more tense than it was before.

Wil: w-well now…..that was certainly….something.

Host: the host would like to remind Mark, Dark, and Wil about the warning the host had given the trio earlier that morning. That is no longer the same gentle Y/N from a century ago. And if you three keep pushing them they might do something you won't like.

CameraJim: wh-what about us BookJim?

Host: The host feels it IS a little nessasary to say the warning only correlates to these three as they had known Y/N longer than the rest of the manor egos.

The Jims sighed before looking at each other and nodding

MicJim: whelp, we're gonna go to bed!

Dark: Jims, what are you hiding?

The jims froze, looking at each other before looking to Dark

CameraJim: why-what ever do you mean StaticJim?

Wilford squinted his eyes

Wil: are you two hiding something from us?

Bim: mind sharing?

Blue Google: not everyday the JIMS of all people hide things. Suspicious behavior indeed.

CameraJim: wh-what???? No!! Jims would NEVER-

Dark: Jims. Where DID you find Y/N in the first place?

The Jims once again shared a glance before the one holding the camera sighed and gave up

CameraJim: we call MirrorJim 'MirrorJim' for a reason, Static-i mean *sighs*

MicJim: Jims….MAY have ignored StaticJim's advice and had gone to the spooky manor-HEAR JIM OUT!!!

Dark looked to be three seconds away from yelling.

MicJim: Jim didn't touch anything like StaticJim said but something happened with Jim's ouija board and next thing Jim knew MirrorJim had suddenly appeared!

CameraJim nodded his head vigorously

CameraJim: But something was wrong with MirrorJim! MirrorJim didn't respond to anything Jim was saying, their eyes were completely empty, and when Jim tried to get too close, MirrorJim would chase us around the house before returning to the area Jim found MirrorJim in!

MicJim: Jims stayed when Jim realized that the story was huge so Jims stayed behind despite Jim instinct and next thing Jims knew, MirrorJim had suddenly woke up!

Dark: so you knew about this the ENTIRE TIME?

CameraJim: J-Jims didn't think it was important….

Dark's aura began to ring louder and louder, the Jims flinching before running away from Dark's wrath.

Part 2

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trackdntraild · 3 years

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woah you guys will never guess who i just pulled

just kidding haha i made a genshin verse for my main sona so enjoy some fake wish art, a higher quality version of his image plus information on him is below!

ALVIN :: HYDRO POLEARM :: 4 STAR

ELEMENTAL SKILL :: SILT BED Morphs his polearm into a Hydro shovel. He digs into the ground, then throws mud up at enemies in front of him to deal Hydro DMG and stun the enemies for a few seconds.

ELEMENTAL BURST :: INVENTORY SCREEN Uses his Hydro magic to summon 3 rows and 5 columns of Hydro with different items in every slot. He picks out an item, then tosses it on the ground. He can throw 5 different items that have different effects.

If an hourglass was tossed; enemies become slowed down for 5 seconds. If a clock was tossed; freezes enemies for 5 seconds. If a knife was tossed; summons Hydro swords that strike all enemies in a small AoE around the sword. If a cup was tossed; spills out Hydro contents of the cup to afflict all enemies in a medium AoE with the Wet status. If a paper was tossed; slides Hydro sheets of paper under enemies that stagger large enemies and throw small enemies backwards, afflicting them with the Wet status.

PASSIVE TALENT :: WORLD BREAKING When pressing the Sprint button, allows him to teleport a short distance in front of him. When holding Sprint, he disappears and becomes a small cloud of blue sparkles. This skill can be activated in mid air by holding the sprint button, allowing him to travel in a straight line. He cannot travel over water.

Some design notes and extra shit:

- his earring holds his vision! the vision is a bit heavy, so that's why his ear is always drooping is because it's attached to the earring

- the lines along his body and cross his left eye are a homage to the stripe on his shirt in his official reference

- he has a ring on his left thumb! for most homosexuals, wearing a ring on the left thumb indicates that you're in a relationship while wearing one on the right indicates that you're single or in an open relationship if you also have a left ring. since he has a left thumb ring, that shows that he's dating someone, because even in his genshin universe he's still dating bell!

- the badge on his shirt is indication of a traveling clan that he's part of in the genshin verse. they come from all over and have different colours based on their origins. alvin in this universe hails from mondstadt, so his butterfly is inspired by the scarce swallowtail, which is a butterfly typically found in germany and the uk!

- rain swords inspired by xingqiu's raincutter swords!! i used them as a base

- his spear that he's wielding that's turning into the shovel is the royal spear! it works best with him because he gets increased crit damage as he levels up, and the spear gives more crit rate when damaging enemies.

- outfit took many inspirations from albedo and sucrose!

- the bell on his neck is a reference to his boyfriend, bell. it was a gift and he thinks of his boyfriend when it jingles

- no the black and white on his skin is not markings, it's actually part of his skin, i'll focus on a character story for that later

- bandages!! he has quite a few because of adventurering so much, and his ear is actually broken which is why it's bandaged in the places it bends. no it wasn't caused by the vision he's just kind of stupid

- there’s two different knives in his inventory!

- his cap is inspired by graduation caps!! he got it upon joining the traveling butterfly clan in mondstadt!

- important to point out; he has a tummy window, deal with it. bell made him wear it as a dare but now he's gotten so used to it he just gave up trying to get new clothes, also it reminds him of bell so he doesn't want to.

- the pearls all along his clothes aren't actually pearls, they're made from the snow on dragonspine that alvin turned into ice using his vision, he just likes collecting them

- he has star motifs in his clothes similar to dainsleif, kaeya, and albedo. hmmmm wonder what that's about?

- you probably can't see it too well, but his eyes are special! he has light orbs in the middle of his pupils, and a wavy pattern in the irises.

#genshin impact.txt #ocs.txt #art.txt

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illshowyourhurricanes · 4 years

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Number 3 image with our beloved Billy Russo

Thanks for requesting this, lovely! I had an absolute blast writing this for you (and apologies that it took on a mind of its own!) I hope you enjoy!

Trigger warning: some smut, mentions/potential use of weaponry

Chasing Losses

Image prompt 3: Billy Russo (season 1) x reader

Rating: MA, trigger warning above as well as language

Word count: 3284 (Write drabbles, I said. I’ll be able to do it, I said.)

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Special thanks to @something-tofightfor for help by answering my endless questions, and to @the-blind-assassin-12 for being the best beta reader.

*** *** *** ***There were perks that came with being the CEO of a corporation. There was a lot of bullshit that came along with it, but the perks evened the playing field. Billy’s foolproof analogy was that of the oscillation of a swinging pendulum: back and forth, clockwise and counter-clockwise, chaos swinging around the equilibrium. Billy didn’t favor one over the other, the pandemonium and the calm. One perk of being CEO of Anvil Security was that he could choose his own assignments, and he preferred to be in the thick of it, involved, making no room for potentially fatal mistakes for himself or his crew.

Covert operations that allowed Billy the ease of keeping his normal routine he kept as CEO–alarm clock blaring before the sun was completely hanging over the horizon, morning rituals of dressing in one of his custom-made suits before placidly drinking his coffee and heading to the office– these were the assignments that Billy took on often. Routine was what Billy thrived on; it was something that was essential in the military, and Billy had lived under strict discipline, no room for error, over a span of fifteen years. He was quick on his feet, gears in his mind never slowing, ready to react to havoc or upheaval even during sleep. The Marine Corps had created stability for a man who had none in his life. It gave him control. With a combination of the two under his thumb, Billy was unstoppable.

Another skill he’d gained overseas was that of patience. Suffer patiently, patiently suffer. Those four simple words from Special Forces training were words that never left Billy’s mind, words that never failed him. Words that were perfectly applicable for this particular assignment.

The basis was elementary: wait, watch, assure no senator or affiliate was threatened or harmed while money flew and cocktails flowed. It was a basic personal protection plan, and Billy likened it to the frequent waiting for higher-ups– he’d always have fucking higher-ups– to combat their logistics or command indecision. In his current case, the waiting, the watching, the act of assurance was done while laying low– another rich fuck in an expensive suit spending government money in a ritzy casino as far as anyone else knew— lasted as long as the senators stayed. It was one of the simplest jobs Billy had entertained, though mind-numbing.

And then, he spotted you.

He was leaning on the bar in the VIP lounge, just to the side of the third leather- upholstered swivel chair from the right. Left hand casually in his pocket, he held in his right a glass tumbler half-filled with some kind of overpriced bourbon poured over ice. His dark eyes roaming over those crowded around the table games– blackjack, craps, three-card poker– the wandering of his eyes froze into a stare, and what a view they captured.

Your dress fit you like a second skin. It was meant to command attention, first to your legs. They seemed infinite, both from the illusion your stilettos created and the hemline of that dress barely grazing your mid-thigh. It clung to every curve, the incredible roundness of your ass, the hourglass shape of your waist and hips. The back of your dress delved low, skin exposed just shy of your shoulder blades. Your hair down and curled loosely, you’d pull it all around to your front only for tendrils to escape and caress your shoulders again. Long-sleeved and with a high neckline, the design was simple, but the entirety of the fabric was embellished in green sequins reminiscent of a peacock’s plumage. Standing there in that dress, your eyes trained on the roulette wheel, Billy made several discoveries, but one stood out to him more than the others: you were utterly bored.

You played the interested and intrigued role well– eyes trained on the wheel and widened in interest, but if anyone cared to look close enough to your expression in lieu of your legs or that ass Billy could practically feel in his hands, they’d notice you were staring just past the game of roulette. You were paying about as much attention to the game than he was, and as a cacophony of excited chatter erupted from those you joined, your eyes came to life, and your lips quirked up into a picture-perfect, stunning grin. Billy was keenly interested, hungry, and you were the only one he could imagine at that moment who could satiate him.

As if on cue, your eyes glanced away from the game once more just to land on a tall, impeccably well-dressed vision of a man. He had a head full of coal black hair slicked back, drawing more attention to his perfectly symmetrical face. His strong, angular jawline was peppered with short, neatly-trimmed stubble. Your attention was drawn to his lips as his tongue darted out to moisten them before leisurely taking a drink. He’d noticed you as well, and his eyes didn’t leave your face as you blatant appraised his own. You finally met his gaze, drinking in his eyes and how startlingly dark they were.

His eyebrows quirked upward, and he pushed himself from the bar, walking your way with purpose. He knew he was attractive, knew you found him to be, and had a high amount of assurance in the way he walked.

You were in for a treat.

Billy stepped so close to you, his shoulder brushed yours feather-light as he passed right by you. You kept your expression neutral, steady, and felt his presence behind you. If it wasn’t for the palpable sense of arrogance he held, you’d have never sensed the man there behind you. He was silent on his feet. Unable to keep your chin from tilting upward just slightly, your face held an almost unreadable air of triumph. Yes, you were in for quite a treat.

You were absolutely intoxicating. Billy made no sound of inhaling deeply, just as he made no sound as he stepped behind you. He was so close, the scent of your perfume was overpowered by the one of your shampoo: a scintillating mixture of citrus and spice with a hint of mint. Though he could feel the beginning of an arousal, he kept his composure, glancing around the entirety of the room one last time before speaking, low and close to your ear.

“Are we betting on luck or chance here?” His voice was smooth like velvet, but rough around the edges: he was a New Yorker. You bit the inside of your cheek, both from the excitement of the situation alone as well as the devastatingly handsome man’s question. He had a brain in that head of his as well. Luck and chance were two very different animals, and you didn’t hesitate for a moment before answering.

“If it were a game of luck, I’d be playing,” you replied. You barely turned your head to the side in order for him to hear you, your line of vision still glued to the wheel, the optical illusion of bright red and inky black spinning before your eyes as you imagined the expression on the stranger’s face.

You couldn’t see Billy from the way you stood, but a shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, eyes tinged with amusement. You were bold, and that was a turn on. The melting ice in his glass of bourbon clinked as he took another drink, taking his eyes off the deliciously smooth skin of your back in order to check his watch. His replacement would be arriving shortly. Perfect timing. “Mmm,” he mused, “Why is it you’re not taking a chance then?”

After a short beat of time, you spun to face him. You were struck again by how tall he was, and once again you appraised his features, still just as flawless as they seemed from across the room. Meeting his eyes with confidence of your own, you gave a soft shrug of your shoulders, several chunks of curly, silky hair falling past your shoulder. “It’s not my style. And you?”

“Not my style either,” Billy replied. “It’s not why I’m here.”

“Why are you here?” you asked, a lilt of curiosity in your tone.

Billy let out a breath of a laugh, lifting his arms away from his sides, palms up. “Why are you here?” His question wouldn’t be considered one of interest as much as it was a challenge.

A raucous roaring came from the men around the wheel once again, and you leaned in to speak into his ear. You knew with certainty that your lips would brush against his ear at least once, and it was entirely purposeful. “Franklin,” you purred, waiting for a reaction “Benjamin Franklin.” There was no blush crawling upward from his collar, not a single goosebump on his skin. As the noise died down, you pulled back to finish your answer to his question. “Old money.”

With a bitter laugh, Billy knocked down what remained of his bourbon, setting the glass on a mirrored console table behind him. “Old money,” he repeated, surveying you from head to toe. With a slight shake of his head, Billy’s hands slid into his packets. “Playing it safe for someone so lucky.” He sniffed, rolling his shoulders before lowering his voice. “Try something not so cloaked in certainty. I suggest a more avant garde approach.”

Bingo. You raised your brows and dipped your chin. A familiar warmth built up in your abdomen, and you almost ached from sheer desire. You craved the weight of man over you, the satisfaction of being filled, the sheer headiness of pleasure of a tongue teasing the most sensitive of places. This man in particular seemed like as close to a perfect candidate you could get. “Do you have any suggestions?”

The door to enter the VIP lounge opened, and it walked Billy’s overnight replacement. The man was capable, former military, and chosen for the graveyard shift assignment for good reason. Almost immediately, Billy’s eyes were back on you and his arousal was building. “I suggest we get the hell outta here.” His eyes bored into your own, the inky blackness of his dilated pupils showing you what you already knew. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his head nodded sideways toward the door. One second later, and he was walking toward the exit, another nod that could pass as a greeting to his employee, signaling everything had gone smoothly as he walked out the door.

Billy strode through the crowded lounge of people, making eye contact with no one as he headed straight for the corridor lined with elevators. As he waited, he rolled his shoulders, tilted his head side to side and felt the satisfying cracking of his neck. Not two minutes later, Billy watched you, a goddamn knockout in that green dress, strut your way through the lounge, noticed almost every man in the room abandon any concentration on a table game or slot machine to watch you: the way you carried yourself, your seemingly endless legs–legs that would soon be wrapped around Billy’s waist, heels digging into his lower back– and your exquisite specimen of an ass that he was quite prepared to grab and squeeze and, according to your preferences, perhaps more. He jabbed at the button to call an elevator and just as you reached the entrance to the corridor, a set of doors opened. Billy stood in the hall, reached a hand to steel the doors open if necessary, and stepped into the elevator just as you vanished inside. He immediately pushed the button indicated to close the doors, pressed the one next to the 18th floor, and made his way straight to you, his companion for the next few hours.

You were standing against the back wall of the elevator, and as it began to rise, Billy took two steps toward you, pressing his hands against the mirrored wall behind you. His body was pressed against yours, the swell of your breasts touching his toned chest, and you met each other halfway for a kiss. He coaxed your mouth open with his tongue; you could taste the bourbon he’d drank as he explored your mouth, one kiss melting into another, urgency building. You could feel his erection, his length hard against your thigh and when the elevator dinged its signal that you’d reached his floor, he stayed put for a moment as the doors opened, not caring who saw the way he nipped and tugged at your bottom lip before he broke the kiss, pushing himself away from the wall and allowing you to exit first, thoroughly enjoying the view you provided him with as he followed you.

His suite was at the end of the hall, and as he slid his keycard into the slot to unlock his door, he pushed it open to reveal a stunning view. Billy didn’t give it a second glance. It was no more impressive than the view from his own penthouse. The breathtaking view, however, was stepping in behind him, closing the door with a soft click, and if you were the last thing Billy saw in his lifetime, he’d be satisfied.

With one slight lift of his chin, you obliged and closed the distance between yourself and Billy, lips and tongues seeking each other hungrily. You wanted to devour him and it was evident that he felt the same way about you.

The one difference between the two of you, however, was paramount. You knew his name, even if he had never formally introduced himself. You also knew that your name was a mystery to Billy. Basic information like that didn’t matter to Billy Russo, but your tits and ass and legs piqued his interest just like you’d known they would. That, for once and unbeknownst to him, was what mattered.

Smirking against his lips, you pulled away after one last tug with your teeth to whisper in Billy’s ear. “I’m so wet for you,” you purred, hot breath over the shell of his ear. You smoothed your hands over Billy’s shoulders and to his chest, going for the button that held his suit jacket together.

He groaned at your words, digging his teeth into his lower lip. Your hands roaming over his body, Billy couldn’t help himself from taking things further. His hands slid down your back, gripping your ass, squeezing as he relished in the handfuls of flesh beneath that dress that was a both blessing and a curse; you were dangerously gorgeous in it; he needed you out of it.

Billy grabbed at your wrists, pulling your hands from his suit jacket. With one arm around your waist, he spun you to press your back to the wall. Raising his chin, he ground his hips into yours, making certain you felt every inch of him and how hard he was for you. Your chest was heaving with every breath, you were already moaning, and Billy’s own groan mixed with yours. He dipped his head to suck on the soft skin where your neck curved into your shoulder.

Your body was on high alert but Billy was a master at his game. You felt the heat between your legs swell, were aware of that ache to be filled, and Billy allowed you enough space from the wall to snake his arms around you, unzipping your dress —just enough room for you to slip your arms from your sleeves and let the fabric fall to your waist.

Billy’s eyes were inky black, heavy-lidded, and he had your bra off just seconds after the top of your dress. He allowed the black lace bra to fall to the floor as he drank in the sight of your chest, the perfect shape of your breasts before looking back up at you. He flashed a blinding smile, his eyes ravenous. Teasing you, he brushed his palms over your breasts, out and down over your waist. Your nipples were taut and he took one into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he teased the other with his thumb. He loved how you were conceding to him, allowing him to do to you what he’d been imagining doing since he set his eyes on you.

Even so, Billy was also surprised at your cooperation, surprised that as brazen as you were downstairs, you hadn’t taken charge of the situation. He enjoyed the upper hand, the power. He knew what was coming within minutes, and he was ready. You pawed at his suit jacket again, and he distracted you by grinding his hips into yours again. You couldn’t help but reciprocate, and Billy didn’t fight you as you first unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. He was dying for your touch, but had to play it smart, and he reached between the two of you, stroking his length as he nipped and licked at your collarbone and back down to your chest. He groaned, the noise low in his throat.

Billy almost wished he could prolong things—almost.

His unoccupied hand slipped down beneath the fabric pooling at your waist, long fingers flattening over your abdomen before delving down deeper. You wore nothing under that dress from the waist down.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. Without warning, you pulled his hand away from his length, gripping him tightly with your hand and stroking more urgently. His thumb circled your clit and you almost faltered.

Bringing his hand further downward, he teased at your center and If he didn’t have business to take care of, he’d be fucking you within seconds. You were slick with desire, and he craved the taste of you. Instead, he kept his eyes on yours and allowed your hand to drop to your side as he slipped one finger inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before bringing in a second. That was when you made the fatal mistake of moaning his name.

You realized your slip up immediately but were too slow for Billy. He ripped your dress off the rest of the way one-handed, exposing the blade you wore on your right thigh. Grabbing your wrist, his fingers were hurting you. Then, you heard a click. With a flick of the wrist, Billy held a cold blade at your throat.

You looked up at him with a sneer of contempt, but there was no hiding the fear in your eyes. Billy’s eyes, however, were a stark, startling change from the way they’d appeared just minutes before. They were empty; they held nothing.

“A tidbit of advice?” he spat, eerily calm and composed. “War taught me that life is just a game of roulette with higher stakes, the prize being your life.” With one swift movement, he pulled the knife from its holster and tossed it to the bed. He wouldn’t be needing it, and neither would you. “It’s not chance that we end up in the circumstances we do. It’s the forces at play.” He applied more pressure to the knife he held at your throat. “Still deluded by the idea of luck, Y/N?”

His eyes flashed then, suddenly coming to life and burning with arrogance and pride. Billy Russo did not half-ass things; just another attribute he learned in the Marines and held steadfast to as CEO. Still as a statue, you were trembling with fear. “Please,” you began, “Don’t–”

You were interrupted by Billy, staring you down, daring you to say another word. “I haven’t decided what to do with you yet. Don’t fuck it up.” He moved his head to the left, then the right, cracking his neck. “The deuce is wild.”

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Papa 2- He was kinda tough, but I went for Beauty and The Beast for him. The part I was stuck with was choosing between the scenes “Something there” & “Tale as old as time” I like both, but i don’t wanna ask for too much, so I’ll go for the 2nd one with them getting ready & leading to the ballroom scene. Maybe Cirrus or Cumulus singing? & 3 being Lumiere & 1 is Cogsworth.

ALRIGHT i know the papa III Cinderella AU was done MONTHS AGO but its finally time for the second in that series (?). i have been thinking about this for a very long time and i had to calm down before i could actually write it. i am on a major II kick right now. hes just. so. good. anyways the thing will be under the cut. also this MAY or MAY NOT have a lot to do with my book so like… go off perfectly timed requests….

For context, Cumulus is singing, cirrus is the one who cuts II’s hair, III is without a doubt in my mind Lumiere, and I is cogsworth. I just used the names of the real characters instead of the ghost characters because while you can imagine the personalities are the same, i would want you to imagine that they still look like a teapot and a candlestick and a clock. Also II is a human and doesnt look like a beast its merely his personality thats beastly. (this one was much more difficult than the cinderella one and i hope i did what you had in mind justice)

“Tonight is the night.” Lumiere smirked from a stool beside the tub as one of the servant-turned-coat racks scrubbed and brushed at Papa Emeritus II’s rough skin, where he sat angrily in the soapy water. The hanger dumped a water over his head from a wooden pail.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Papa grumbled as he separated the thick black hair that had fallen into his eyes, water dripping down his chin. He looked across the room to the small table that held a glass case. Inside, a slowly wilting and pale rose, glimmering gently in what little like shone on it from the lamp by the tub. Oh, I’m running out of time…

“You don’t have time to be timid! You must be bold… daring.” Lumiere held his burning hand over his chest passionately as he spoke.

“Bold, daring.” Papa sat up straighter in the water, puffing his chest out a little. He liked the sound of those words, but was beginning to realize he didn’t know what they mean if it had nothing to do with anger, or fighting. He didn’t know how to fight for some thing he wanted - or, someone - all he knew was fighting to keep people away. But they still sounded nice to him. He still wanted to be those things. Papa stood out of the tub, dripping water across the floor and subsequently extinguishing his brother’s flames, as he walked over to the vanity table.

“There will be music, candlelight, provided by me of course…” Lumiere spoke as he reignited his ever-burning wicks. Being a candle had it’s troubles, Papa supposed. “And when the moment is right, you confess your love.”

“I can- I confess-” Papa sighed as he dried himself off. “I can’t do that.”

“You care for the girl don’t you?” Lumiere taunted.

“More than anything.” Papa spoke all too quickly. She was all he could think about. She was all anyone in the castle could think about, she’d made quiet a splash really.

“So then you must tell her….”

“Ahem…” Cogsworth said from the mouth of the room, bowing forward slightly. Everyone turned to him. “Your lady awaits.” Once Papa was dressed in his most pristine attire, Lumiere and Cogsworth followed him down the many halls the lead him to the ballroom. S/O was already standing there in the most magnificent golden dress. Sleeves hung around her arms from the sweetheart neckline, her waist perfectly cinched into an hourglass figure, the long ballgown spreading out from her waist to the floor. She held the side of it as she stepped down the stairs, so not to trip, a nervous and excited smile on her face. He looks wonderful. Papa wore a long blue coat with intricate gold embroidery around the neck and middle, with a caramel colored vest underneath, and a white linen shirt peaking through just at the top of the chest. On the bottom, a black pair of knee breeches, long white socks, and a freshly-shined pair of patent leather boots. Then they met between the staircases of each wing, they shared a nervous, yet excited smile. He bowed, she curtsied.

“Barely even friends, then somebody bends…unexpectedly,” The pair only clues into Mrs. Potts singing when they reach the bottom of the grand staircase, Papa’s arm hooked tightly around S/O’s. Though they largely acted in silence, it wasn’t hard to tell that there was much more afoot than met the eye. The electrically charged glances. The smirks from behind the long tines of their forks. Every sip of champagne. When the music grew louder, S/O could no longer contain herself. All she wanted to do was dance. She pushed herself from the table and stood from her chair, running over to Papa and taking his hands.

“Come, dance with me.” There wasn’t a single star or moon or planet or comet or god that Papa could have thought of that would make him say no to her. That look on her face, he would have done anything just to look at her a little bit longer. And to told her? To share a dance with her? He was sure his heart didn’t have the strength for such a beating.

“Of course.” He stood from his chair and placed the linen cloth from his lap onto the table beside his place, before following S/O to the center of the ballroom. Only then, as she was placing his strong hands on her waist, and holding the other, did Papa realize that it had been far too long since he’d danced. What if he were to mess up the steps? What if he were to detrimentally embarrass himself in front of the girl? Papa swallowed harshly. Thankfully for him, muscle memory is a powerful thing - remembered the steps in seconds, his body taking over and allowing his mind to absorb every wonderful second he could spend staring into S/O’s beautiful brown eyes. The longer they danced for, the easier it became. The more comfortable they became being so close to each other. Though S/O had danced much more recently than Papa, she was still just as nervous. What if he thinks she’s no good at it? What if she misses a step? Both were too worried about their own performance to even pay enough attention to the other’s to catch a mistake if they made one. Lumiere nudged Cogsworth excitedly from the sidelines of the ballroom as Mrs Potts continued singing.

“Bittersweet and strange, learning you can change, finding you were wrong…” Those seemed to be the only words Papa could hear past the beating of his own heart in his ears. That dance meant much more to him than falling in love. More than even saving his castle, his brothers, and himself, by fulfilling the prophecy. It meant letting someone in, for the first time ever. It meant accepting he was wrong about her, and likely many others before her. It meant learning that there is no shame in breaking something - only in not being big enough to fix it. As the dance slowed gently, S/O leaned into Papa, burying her face in his chest softly. Papa had never been so surprised by the action of another in his life. She used to be so afraid of me. Afraid of the monster that I was. And now, this? She’s…. cuddling me? Oh my. When he looked to his brothers on the side of the room they cheered for him silently, shaking their hands in their air with big smiles on their face. They had almost forgotten about the prophecy too, that night. The beautiful, budding romance before them too precedent over everything that evening.

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme,” Mrs Potts sang gently. “beauty and the beast….” her voice followed the pair out of the ballroom and onto the balcony, the stars hanging above them like a blanket over a fort with a million tiny holes for bright light to shine through. S/O was sure she’d never seen a more magnificent sky as they sat on the cool stone bench. In the beginning, every love grows sweeter by the second.

- Judith

#a #judith #papa ii #Papa Emeritus II #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #the band ghost #au #beauty and the beast #disney #disney au #papa i #papa iii

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shiftingpath · 4 years

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To My Exalted Secret Santa

3 characters below the cut. well, two characters. Manus is just there twice.

1) Ledaal Manus, Twilight Caste Solar, Origin Manus is a beautiful, feminine, very privileged young Dynast-turned-mastermind. He acts as spy, diplomat, and advisor to his small Circle as they work to protect and establish themselves in the myriad dangers of Towersong and its neighbors in the North. Manus works hard to appear harmless, despite carrying a silver rapier; he cultivates a soft, pretty look and frames his face with loose strands of his white hair, pulling the rest back in a 4-foot long braid dyed to blue at the end. He dresses extravagantly and loves clothes, though most of them share a sort of fantasy Victorian look in Thorns' romantic duelling style, which he idolizes and imitates. Brocade vests, slim trousers, paired with high Realm collars and wide sleeves. He favours purple, silver, and always wears a token of his loyalty to his Air Aspect father- a cravat, handkerchief, or trim in that same pale icy blue.

Early on in his exalted life, he loses one of his eyes to a surprise Lunar, so his right is his family's pale icy blue, and the left is a darker, warmer blue (the closest a witch could find on short notice). He is slim, average height, and pale (though still recognizably Realm in ethnicity, closest to Chinese). He wears small oval spectacles and looks bookish and short-sighted. He doesn't wear much jewellery now that he's had a brass gear ring nailed through his middle finger, though he does still carry a silver pocket watch.

He is subtle and secretive. Few know he is exalted. He keeps this safe with a strong sense of paranoia and by using his first spell, a clockwork version of Corrupted Words, to seal others to secrecy on the matter. He is nervous and eager to please, and terrified of revealing himself as a person of power for fear of losing everything his father has worked to provide him for- most of all his father himself. He's chock full of anxiety and ill-placed loyalty to the Realm, and he's just really confused and trying to cling to the princely life he's always known while dealing with suddenly being Anathema. Despite this, he can't help applying his new power to ravenously learning, devouring books and practice in swordplay, scouting, society manners, manipulation, theft, art...

His anima banner is gold in the center and fluxes to reds and purples towards the edges. The image is a hand presented like the Vitruvian Man, fingers extended and closed simultaneously. An eye opens wide in the palm. Lines of proportion encircle the fingers and their joints and extend out into the rest of the world to display the symmetry of Creation.

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2) Ledaal Manus, Twilight Caste Solar, Legend Manus is now a powerful Solar in a potent Circle, personally seeing to the running of over half a dozen cities across the North, a diplomat and conciliator adept at making deals, and a prophet and sorcerer of strange and alien powers.

Still pale and white-haired, his blue-dyed braid was shorn off and taken as a trophy by Ligier. It now adorns the starmetal-laced handle of Manus' moonsilver daiklave Silver Riddle like a long tassel. What is left is shoulder length and pure white, caught in a low ponytail at the base of his neck. He still loves purple, but now accents with charcoal and gold to compliment his Queen's colours, and dresses in more of a Karnese (Viking) style, like a Northern adventurer, though he continues to favour high Realm collars. He wears a simple gold circlet on his brow and many significant pieces of small jewellery- a garnet-and-gold necklace, a silver pin of the hand of his anima banner, as well as the gear ring still nailed into his finger. He has a brand around his bicep of a chain sealed with a crown, and a bioluminescent tattoo around one wrist that looks like a glowing blue string of beads.

His other artifacts are the blue jade chain shirt Clarity Shell he now wears openly, and one of a pair of orichalcum-and-blue jade assassin's blades, shared with his father, the Sun-and-Wind Talons, showing a brilliant gold sun in a bright blue sky. He also wears a black jade badge of the mons of House Ledaal, his Air Aspected spouse Niruz wearing a matching Tepet one.

He has sacrificed his eye permanently for occult power, so now has one icy blue eye and one glass, with a pupil of aquamarine like an hourglass severed in the middle. It does not quite look like an eye, though he mitigates the effect slightly by continuing to wear his oval spectacles. He is a very weird sorcerer, initiated into the Solar Circle and replete with odd effects to show it. He carries a brass bell with which to take people's memories; clocks and timepieces run strangely in his presence- sand flowing upward, clock hands functioning as compasses, etc. He can vanish while the world stays still, disappearing into a silent, teal-hued clock realm he moves through like a ghost. Prophecy, controlling the stars, terrible visions in his dreams, Autochthon-styled stigmata, are all par for the course. He is the heir to the Mask of Winters' exaltation, and though he has few memories of being Hidden Hand, still has a unique and personal understanding of the Mask's ways. The two of them are nearly parallel in their strange occult strivings, eye symbolism, and connection to Autochthon.

He is ruthless, resourceful, and cunning, a brilliant bureaucrat and problem-solver. Rivals and enemies begin to fear him most of his Circle, the single member ready to commit atrocities to keep his people safe. Manus can pull the stars from the sky and raise armies of the dead to assault his foes, but he'd really prefer it if his enemies would just chat politely with him over dinner and decide to make friends after all. It's much easier that way. Nonetheless he has lost much of his nervousness and anxiety in the gruelling process of surviving, and has an edge of cool threatening ruthlessness apparent in the sheer amount of power he does not need to lie about bringing to bear.

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3) Tabaq Twin-Faced, No Moon Golden Jackal Lunar

Tabaq is a young person from the Kingdom of the Elephant, a Lunar dominion to the far Southeast on the Dreaming Sea. She is lazy, conniving, sneaky, and often takes the easy way out of any problem. She adores shapeshifting and does it constantly, altering little details on her human form, whimsically making up a new body, or flipping into her animal or demi form.

She is easily bored and pays attention poorly, so her mentor has bedecked her with the Mark of Many Lessons, an addition to her moonsilver tattooing that inks silver stories across her skin for her to learn from and teach to others. Her caste tattoos include a straight silver line down the bridge of her nose, declaring her to be exploring her gender in a shorthand of her home, which she has rendered permanent.

Tabaq's skin is a medium warm brown, her hair black and straight, cropped around her shoulders with a bit in a top knot. Her eyes are brown-gold, the same colour as her spirit shape. She has a few symmetrical ear piercings of gold in each ear, and dresses casually and comfortably, her clothes often stained, dirty, or looking like she's slept in them. Nonetheless she is lovable and charming, championing the poor and lonely and truly enjoying punishing jerks in the most threatening and roundabout methods. Her ankles are thick and her hips are wide, and she appears relatively androgynous.

Her most noticeable feature is her Tell, her always-present smile, a sharp and happily vicious thing. Her canine teeth curve outward in sickles, and she takes great pleasure in her malicious joy. She often snorts when she laughs. Her anima banner is a blue-silver image of the moon held like a pearl in the cracked jawbone of a huge predator.

Tabaq's best friend and darling boy is another golden jackal, her familiar Dish-Eating Dog. Dog is less intelligent than Tabaq but really you can hardly tell. He loves leftovers, garbage, and nosing around into things. Tabaq loves taking jackal form and making the two of them look like a two-jackal team of horrible smug resourcefulness. She also carries him in her backpack with his front paws on her shoulders, where he can snap at passers-by and their food.

I have not played her for long so I haven't gotten all my dream charms for her, but I hope eventually to get a ton of the Stamina poison set and have her half-jackal form leaking neon green ooze from her mouth. (Depictions of this welcome.)

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#exalted #exalted secret santa #secret santa 2019

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