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suengmi · 1 year

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- the ways stray kids show their love and affection

genre: fluff/romance, nonidol!au, gn!reader warnings: mentions of making out, nakedness? idk lol

anyways this is just major soft hours, one of my moots said i should do this i can't remember who it was pls lmk if it was you asljdls also unedited

♡ masterlist / pls reblog if you liked! it helps a lot ♡

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ bang chan

sweet kisses all over your face to wake you up, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and gently nibbling you. “i’m bored wake up babe.” grunts when you ignore him. ends up pulling the sheets back so your naked body is exposed to the cold. “that’s what you get.” gets salty but then feels bad, covering you up again, then he really wakes you up. back hugs when you’re cooking for him. whining whenever you don’t pay attention to him, tugging at the edge of your shirt. sulks when you say you’re busy. doesn’t give a fuck about how clingy he is, but he knows you love it. holds your hand a little too hard when you’re walking together. kiss attacks always!!

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lee know

stops you from crossing the street until he’s checked it. “stupid, look next time.” beats you twice in a board game but sees that you're sad that you’re not that good at it, but fails the third time just to see you smile and gloat about beating him. he loves seeing you happy, even if he has to purposely fail. leaves you notes everywhere, maybe just ‘i love yous’ mixed in with ‘i know you’ll forget this so don’t.’ text messages asking if you’ve eaten, and then getting mad and sending food to your door if you haven’t. swiftly kisses to the forehead aggressively saying you ‘deserve it’ but sounds like a threat. ‘you know i love you yeah?’ more aggressive kisses. ‘i won’t stop until you say you love me!!’

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ changbin

little wrestling matches on the couch, telling you that you’re silly for even trying. pulls you by the back of your hair if you’re not paying attention to him. “i left you the last piece of food.” always, always saves you the last piece no matter what it is. picks you up and throws you around, pretending he’s going to eat you bc apparently he’s a monster. but says you taste good so he doesn’t mind eating you. more wrestles. whenever you’re sad, he always cheers you up and never fails to make you laugh. does his trot impression of some old korean songs, full performance with your glitter jacket on that doesn’t fit him. ‘you still love me now? you better.’ knows you love being engulfed by him, so 90% of the time he is the big spoon. when he's feeling really romantic, he'll do a little picnic at the beach. always making sure it was at sunset because he knew it was your favourite time of the day.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jisung

midnight trips to get take out, sitting in the car until 2am with both of your feet on the dashboard. ‘remember that time!’ always reminiscing about how you first met, nearly choking on your fries when you recall. kisses in the car, kisses in the house, kisses in the shower, kisses in the dark. ‘babe but i want it.’ chucks a tanty when you don’t buy him things. pouts and folds his arms. ‘if you loved me you would!’ holds the cuff of your jumper, mostly walking behind you whenever you go somewhere because he feels safe. morning calls, but especially night calls. he doesn’t care how you look at the end of the day, he just wants to see you and tell you he loves you. hiding himself in your jumper and saying there is enough room for two (when there isn't.)

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ hyunjin

taking you to art galleries, standing behind you with his head resting on yours. ends up putting his hands into your pockets from behind, cutely leading you around from the back. with hyunjin it’s not always words, sometimes it’s just his actions. he pushes your hair out of your face or tucks it behind your hair. mostly, he does your hair for you. always making sure your hair was out of your face because it annoyed you. brings you tea and sits with you if you’re studying or drawing or even watching tv, rubs your thigh gently to let you know that he doesn’t want to distract you, just shows you he wants to be with you. rubs your belly if you feel bloated and talks to it. 'you better stop being bloated or... i'll do something. idk what.' art dates!! always drawing together, even if you're shit he encourages you to keep going

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ seungmin

gently slips his fingers into yours without saying anything but smiling to himself when he sees you blush, he kind of loves that he makes you nervous. always taking the chance to make your cheeks tint pink. showers with seungmin, always washing your body and shampooing your hair for you, wet kisses in between. sometimes he’d gently press his nose on your naked skin, enjoying your scent but never admitting it. ‘it’s comforting’ he’d say in defence, ignoring you for the rest of the night. guiding you with his hand on your lower back, making sure you were safe no matter where you were. kisses to the forehead, the back of the hand, the back of your knees. seungmin doesn’t say it much, but he does love you. he shows it through everything else, knowing those words have such a weight to them.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ felix

‘are you gonna cook!?’ jumping up and down when you say yes, annoying you the whole time you’re cooking or baking. ‘is it done? i can’t wait to eat it!!’ eats half of the food before it’s even cooked because he says it’s ‘too good.’ little play fights that would begin from felix nibbling at your fingers and then at your thighs. ‘little gremlin’ you’d end up joking, rolling around on the floor, bodies all over each other, which would end in a heated make out session and clothes far gone. he’d send you random texts, of random things. ‘hey i saw this flower, it's cute, yeah?’ ‘this potato looks like you. it’s too cute to eat T-T’ ‘you think i could eat 11 hot dogs in two minutes? hmm maybe.’

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jeongin

blowing raspberries on your tummy and holding you down. sometimes uses your foot as a telephone. ‘yes hello stinky foot line how can i stink you today?’ proceeds to try and hold your foot with his. 'shut up i can do it!!' probably be super sarcastic, mocking you when you tried to be cute with whatever you were saying. karaoke together, always singing out of pitch but though he’s laughing, encourages you to be more confident because he loves seeing you enjoy yourself. watches you sometimes, just admiring you but instantly whips his head around to pretend he wasn’t, head banging into something hanging from the wall. ‘mind your business’ he’d joke, walking away suspiciously.

♡ taglist: @blankdyean @l3visbby @daddyjoonchua @ipegchangbin @abcdefgiwsmcty ♡

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chrisdr3 · 4 months

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Finally ~ DR3

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Summary: Y/N walks in on Daniel jerking off, but she stays to help him a bit ;)

Warnings: smut, masturbation, unprotected sëx (wrap it before you tap it), riding, aftercare (very important luvs) a bit of fluff in the end

It was a cold, rainy afternoon. Daniel returned home late at morning from Abu Dhabi, but you had already gone to work. He knew that you were working hard and loved your job, so he didn't pressure you to join him to his races. All the days he was away, he was missing you you more and more every day, which made him needy and horny.

He was at home, waiting patiently for you to come back. He emptied his suitcases and put his things in their place. He got bored so he did the laundry, made dinner, made the bed and took a bath. As he was getting dressed his phone buzzed. He took it and saw a message from you saying that you were stuck in the traffic and that you were gonna be late.

He sighed and sat in the bed, only in his boxers, scrolling through the photos in his phone gallery. As he was scrolling through some photos of you together in the summer break, he came across some photos of you with a little bikini he bought you. It was a cute pink one, so small that left little to the imagination. It also had ribbons on the sides that could be undone to take it off easily and that turned him on.

He felt his body burning. He was horny as hell, but couldn't wait for you to come home, so he had to satisfy himself in other ways. He laid his head back to the headboard and and lowered his hand on his waist, lowering his boxers down, and took them off. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach. It was big and had turned hard, veins popping in it's sides.

He placed his hand there, moving it up and down, imagining that it was you riding him. He closed his eyes, head falling back, sweet moans escaping his mouth.

Meanwhile, you finally got home and parked your car in the driveway. You got in the house, knowing that Daniel should be back. You left your coat in a chair to dry. "I'm home." You yelled. No response. It was weird because his jacket and keys were in the living room, revealing that he finally came back.

You started to search for him, after a quick visit to the bathroom. He was nowhere to be found, and there was one room you haven't searched for. Your bedroom. As you were reaching the room, you heard faint moans and got worried. "Is he cheating on me?" You thought. You opened the door, only to find him jerking off, moaning your name. Fuck, it was so hot. You leaned against the door, watching him. "Fuckk...huff...Y/N...fuck..." He groaned.

"Yes Danny?" His eyes opened wide, filled with shock and lust. You got closer to him, to the bed. "Do you want some help?" You whispered, eyes exploring his body. "I need you baby, I missed the way you feel." He growled. "Deal." You started undressing slowly, teasing him. You were only in your panties, when he dragged you close to him, ripping your underwear apart and throwing it somewhere in the floor.

He laid back in the bed, one hand in the back of his head. "Come on sweetheart, sit down." He growled, patting his leg. You sat down and straddled him a little above his dick, rubbing your wet pussy in his lap. He couldn't take it anymore and placed you in his cock, his red tip ready to enter your hole.

You tried to sit down slowly, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you down. You moaned loudly, nearly screaming in the feeling of him stretching your little pussy after all ths time. He patted your ass gently. "You know what you have to do babygirl." He whispered. You placed your hands in his shoulder as you started grinding him, his hands guiding you.

It wasn't long till you felt his dick twitching inside you, meaning he was close. You started grinding harder and felt that knot in your stomach you had missed so much.

After a bit you came with a high pitch moan and he followed, filling you up and mixing your warm liquids together. He got you off gently, trying to keep them in and kissed your forehead gently. Then he got up and returned with a wet towel to clean you up.

"God i missed this so much." You mumbled. "Me too baby, thank you for your help." He said while cleaning your thighs gently. "You should go pee babygirl, don't want to have kids yet, 'kay?" He added. "Mkay." You tried standing up but your thighs were too sore. He then lifted you up and got you to the bathroom.

After you got finished and took a birth control pill just in case, he got you back to your bedroom and laid you down gently, then wrapping his hands around you and cuddling. "I missed you so much little one." "Me too Danny, me too." He kissed your forehead gently.

"I also made dinner if you want some." That's the last thing you heard before falling asleep in his warm embrace after so many weeks.

Tagging: @pinkswaet @thef1diary @dilemmaontwolegs

#f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Hi! Congratulations again!? I feel like we celebrated 300 followers just a couple of weeks ago…

Can I ask for prompt 6 with Floyd, please?

Thank you in advance<3

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

Annon I felt like that too I was really surprised we cleared 500 this fast (⊙_⊙) The last event ran from the end of July to the start of August so you really are not wrong.

Also as a note, if the other annon who requested this prompt for Floyd (along with Riddle and Idia) you are more than welcome to message me with either a replacement or a separate prompt for Floyd. I also have a request for this prompt with Jamil and Ace, so maybe not either of them, I am very sorry (;ﾞ°´ω°´)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Floyd is swinging his mood as much as he is his fists. The other event requests can be found here.

There is a nigh demonic cackle hissing in a distant corner of the ballroom, it makes you want to ditch your mask and dancing shoes and sprint for the exit.

"As I was saying," Crowley tries again, looking in confusion down at the tiny card that apparently had sealed your fate as if he has maybe read it wrong "Yuu is our first victim tonight! Please see yourself up to the balco-"

"Who did it?" Floyd has somehow appeared just above your shoulder, mask tilted just off of his face. He had been sleeping, completely disinterested in the stupid game Crowley had thought up. It sounded really boring, and it still sort of does. But someone is moving in on his territory, and no, no, no. That simply will not do. You turn to look up at him, tiny shrimpy eyes wide with fright. (note: this is in fact delusion, Yuu is extremely confused, not terribly frightened by their untimely death.)

It's ok little shrimpy, he nods to himself. I'll squeeze whoever did this real good. (further note: this is not delusion, someone is very much about to get badly hurt.)

"Mr. Leech, unless you have the detective card-" Floyd doesn't even bother to respond, he just rolls his eyes and pulls the card out from somewhere. He bites it, keeping it safe between his teeth as he cracks each of his knuckles looking at each and every mask in the room. "Well I guess that settles it, um Mr Leech I trust you know this is a game and won't take things too seriously." Crowley is more than happy to abandon his students to yet another consequence of his own actions, shuffling off towards the gallery and you roll your eyes. Before you can follow suit Floyd catches your hand, his grip is strong, keeping you from really struggling or moving away much at all.

"Um Floyd? I'm dead, I'm supposed to be upstairs on the balcony." You know reasoning is a dead end with Floyd when he's in a mood but there "is no shame in trying" to quote a different eel who you are certain is not cackling somewhere in a corner at just how farcical this little play is turning out.

"Nah," he shakes his head "you're a ghost shrimpy now. And ghosts always stick around their husband's 'till the murder gets solved, 'kay?" It should be sweet, really. But there's this thing Floyd does with his voice when he really wants to hurt someone, "manic" is the best way you can describe the tone it takes, that makes you think if you really did die he would be quite quick to follow. Probably at the end of a hangman's noose. You sigh, doing your best impression of one of those TV dead wife's you bring Floyd's palm up to your cheek and dejectedly lay your head on it.

"My love," if logic won't snap him out of this maybe playing along can "will you be able to move on once you know who is responsible? I don't want you to-"

"Nah." He is more than happy to hold you though, spinning you around to face the audience as he drapes himself around you, chin resting on top of your head. "I'm gonna sacrifice whoever kill'd ya to bring you back." And with that lovely announcement of your impending revival, he singles in on a particularity terrified looking Heartslabyul random and smiles. "Ain't that right guppy? You wanna start runnin?"

"I'MSOSORRYHADNOIDEAITWASYOUOKTHANKSB-" The student vomits up his excuse and starts sprinting for the door, Floyd hot on his heels cackling with Riddle close behind, screaming at both of them for "breaking the rules of the game" but no one, least of all Crowley really seems to care.

"Considering all the ways this could of gone, I take this as a complete success!" You really hate how you can't say that he's wrong.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader

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imjustania · 4 months

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How to study

Everyone has experienced that situation where they have a lot of homework and assignments to complete, yet it can be difficult to get started (I can relate!). We try various methods and even tidy up our room, but still struggle to concentrate. As someone with ADHD, I have faced this challenge throughout my life. Therefore, I have dedicated this blog post to researching the best strategies for getting motivated and staying focused while studying. My aim is to assist all those who also struggle with this issue, just in time for exam season!

This one is my own tip, however its very helpful! I personally love the social media Pinterest, its just a space where people get together to share their gallery! Create your own study board, and go look at pictures of people studying. Usually looking at the tidy spaces and notes help inspire someone to actually do the same. It would make you think “oh, this is pretty… maybe I should do the same!”. It also inspires you to put effort into your notes or work, as you might want to recreate this. If you need an inspiration board feel free to check mine! Trust me, this will inspire you and I update it consistently https://pin.it/8lpKfrA

Create a study space

This one is suggested in many researches, including in the International Carer Institution. They mention that “Your study environment should be clean, quiet, organised, and comfortable. Remove any distractions like game consoles and tablets, and ensure you have comfortable seating” (2022). Make sure your study space is the ideal place, because even the tiniest distraction will send you into a spiral which will lead you to distracting yourself even more. Just dedicate a good amount of your time to cleaning your desk, room, and bed. I know many people would not want to leave their room, and thats ok! You can definitely study in your room, but you have to make sure you don’t fall into the trap of the bed. Your ass can not leave that chair. The second you sit on your bed you will succumb to it’s comfort and wont leave it. Instead stand up from you chair, walk around your room. If you really want to sit not on your chair, sit on the floor (I know this sounds weird, but try it).

Set the mood

This is another personal tip that has worked for me for many years. I like to set the mood of my study space, as it helps me work more effectively! It help me when i imagine i am somewhere else while still in my room, for you it could be anywhere, library, coffee shop, work office, etc. For me, I like to set my mood to hogwards. Just imagining i’m studying in the great mighty magical school of witchcraft, helps me going. You can set your mood through ambiance YouTube videos. Some of those even have a Pomodoro installed in it, which is really helpful to getting started slowly slowly. Here is my favourite videos which you could use to set the mood!

https://youtu.be/YwMSH3dHTw4?si=DO43svTvA4BWhk5f - Christmas at the Great hall with Harry Potter! Ambiance and soft music.

https://youtu.be/5epBz_hHYiM?si=BeaYwcAH5DsqmfDb - an Astronomers Great library! Ambiance

https://youtu.be/zCi9ABxuQZQ?si=ds2nAs8CM2i5bi7d - Hogwarts Classes ambience. 4 classes total. Pomodoro

https://youtu.be/BRgPGqCV_cw?si=pMtfK7uSOsogG_Fe - 24 hour Hogwarts ambiance (intense). Pomodoro

https://youtu.be/Aw0BfB4EMY8?si=ntorGn2aEmvf0iAf - hogwarts library ambiance and soft music

https://youtu.be/m8HEoICBdTY?si=pUx-LMcV0ENKK85X - sunny ambiance - perfect for morning mood setting

More ideas to setting the mode could include the following actions: candle, diffusers, change of clothes, and adjust the light (if you have LED lights, or a smart lightbulb like Wiz, defiantly set a warm light for a relaxing atmosphere or bright white one for focus).

For the love of god put your phone down

This is the number one reason you cant get up from wherever you are seating right now, and unable to study. Your phone is a curse and a saviour at the same time. Your phone has all kind of distractions which are stopping you from actually standing up and starting your study. You start with “oh lets just take 5 more minutes” or “oh… 3 more videos wont harm” YES IT WILL. Put your phone far away, under a pillow or in the drawer. Put it on do not disturb mode, and make sure your phone is whitelisted to important people like your guardian in case they need your help. Trust me, the second your phone is away, everything will become easier. Only use your phone on long breaks, after you had a long session.

Write down your to do-list

So you finally sat down on your desk, everything is clean, everything is perfect… what now? Write your to do-list. Writing down everything you need to, helps you actually realise how much you have to do. And when you see everything written down, its easier to sort and understand what you need to do.

Work in your pace

I know you’re watching those influencers online that study for a really large period of times, but not anyone can do this AND it doesn’t work for everyone. Set your own pace, work for 20 minutes or 15 minutes and take a 5 minute break (🍅), and as you do that, you end up getting hyper concentrated at some point, and then watch the magic of studying happen.

And thats all for today folks! I hope you find this blog helpful, and let me know if this has helped you get started to study! I hope you have a wonderful day, and don't forget to keep smiling because you’re beautiful.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Fehoeken Reader was killed/died from a disease after having someone paint a portrait of them and now is stuck on a painting and the people immediately assume they are some type of evil spirit and plan to burn it until some rich person buts them and they keep being passed by some rich people until they stop at the museum. Even though the reader is constantly sad and tired somehow they are the piece that gets the most attention both from the visitors but also from the pieces and workers

(tw:mention of non human gore)

"Smile, my dear. Be happy."

You don't remember much before your death. Your final moments were spent in an unfamiliar room; forced to keep a smile as a painter captured your image. There were people around you. They were... always so sad in the bits of memory you had. You can't recall why.

Your first step back into the living world was followed by a shriek. Everything was so dark when you first woke up. Had you really awake, or were you trapped somewhere where? You couldn't move; couldn't see. Didn't even know what you were. The viel over your eyes was lifted, and you found yourself in another foreign room. A living room, from what your mind could piece together. A person was minding their own business on the other end of the room; oblivious to what was occurring behind them.

You look out the frame of your painting; the piece hung neatly on the wall. You look back. Behind you, another room stood. The one you remembered a little clearer. The couch you sat on and other accommodations were there, but the other two corners of the room didn't exist and no one else was there. You try the door on the far corner, but it doesn't open no matter how hard you pull. The only option is that window into another world.

You put a hand out first. The air circles around you like a vacuum. You pull your upper body out of the frame; using the wall as support as you step out. You feel around the walls in a state of intrigue. Everything is different compared to inside the painting. The foundation is imperfect and rigged, while the walls inside the painting are sooth to the point of unsettling and cold to the touch. It felt real.

Your curiosity is cut short by a scream. The owner of the house had finally turned around and seen you standing in the middle of the room. What happened after that is a blur. They ran away, you ended by back in the painting before dawn- and packed up in the back of a moving truck by noon.

That's what your left was for a while. Tossed around between home and home. You tried to leave whenever no one was around, but you would always get caught. You hated it. The small reach of your room; its coldness. The memories of a life you can't recollect. The sadness that fills your entire being. It was that one fact that drew many towards you. The mystery behind such a beauty's sad eyes. It wasn't enough for them to keep you around when they found out you were alive, but enough to want them to get rid of you for good.

You heard them- whispering. In the daylight where you were immobile, they spoke of ways to rid your wicked spirit from the wood is was confined to.

"The rumors are true! I swear I saw its eyes moving."

"We should get rid of as soon as possible."

Was that the best choice of action- for all of you? What would happen if they burned your painting? Would you be freed, or turn to ash just like the rest of it. Distressfully, it would not be the day you found out.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I'd like to ask you about that painting in the lobby over there."

And that is how you were acquired by the gallery. You were certain that as you were packed up once more, the owner winked at you. Your debut happened mere days later; you spending the time in between at his home. You never left your painting then; fearing being discarded yet again, but that man always talked to you. He joked that if he had been a few years younger he'd love to keep you around, despite you technically being older than him at this point.

You were an instant hot topic. The grief inside you had become engraved into every inch of your painting, yet the elegance behind its craft and the beauty of your image kept people from looking away.

That eve was the night you found out who you were. You were skeptical about leaving the painting at first, but with no guards around you decided to go for it. The marble floor clinks under your weight. You glance at the painting, it's frame now edged in gold. A panel was engraved into the wall beneath it; every memory you had forgotten crashing back as you read it over.

"Y/n - A piece dated around the early 1900s of a young adult painted weeks before their death due to long term health issues. Their family had the portrait done as a way to remember them by, shortly before their illness claimed their life."

A picture of the deceased was placed by the plate. You remembered that day; you remembered everything. How hard to was to keep going in the later stages of your life. How hard your family tried to keep you in positive spirits before you died. They were dead by now. Dead, and probably gone on to the afterlife, whereas your misery and grief bounded you to this state of purgatory for the rest of eternity.

You start to cry. The tears that fall to the ground are thick and cloudy; reminding you that you aren't just a phantom, but an abomination of paint and soul. Your sobs echo down the halls as you cradle yourself towards any sense of calm, but with no one to comfort you - it was pointless.

"Hey there.... Don't cry."

A voice from the shadows. You look around for its source, but find none.

"Who.. who's there?" You croak.

The voice laughs. "Why your neighbor, silly!"

You glance towards the painting besides yours; ink warping as the focus of the piece drags itself from the frame. They were human like you, aside from the left half of their face being unfinished - left in a sketch like state. Their clothing had less detail in some areas, and they were missing their right arm entirely. They kneel besides you with a sort of half smile, brushing your hair out of your tear stained face.

"Whoa, you're super cute! I couldn't see early while they were installing you, or during the opening, but now I can see why everyone was crowded around you.

"W-what?..." You couldn't wrap your head around the situation. There were others like you? And here of all places? Did the owner know? Was that his goal? Your wondering thoughts are snipped as the other painting wipes your face.

"You're probably confused, huh. That's okay. We'll get everything explained when we go meet the others."

Others? They drag you off before you can question them. With each step, a new resident of the gallery awakens. Some had already seen you due to the posters displayed about, but are still keen on greeting you as you cross paths. They're nice to you, unlike anyone you've met since you've died besides the owner, but you chalk it up to you all being in the same boat.

Time passes and you get to know the first floor residents better. You attract the humanity out of those with knowledge of the concept; your sadness and overall giving them a need to protect you. The second the gallery closes, you're bombarded with one of your protectors queries on your wellbeing.

The daytime isn't so bad either. You lose some of the initial attention from your big debut, but people still came by to see you. There was one person that visited you every day. A security guard who'd wonder his way to your place on the wall during every shift - just, staring into your eyes. He even snuck a few pictures when no one was looking. Odd in your own context, but not too out of the ordinary for a casual art enjoyer.

All in all, you were content in your new life. Not quite happy just yet, but at peace.

Squish.

You wake up one night to the sound of a squelching noise from down the hall. It's followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Over, and over again. You exit your painting, venture down the walk way to see the source of the commotion. The door to that room opens before you can push it open. The break room.

A guard steps out of the room; his entire upper torso and arms covered in splatters of fluid, and a hammer gripped tightly in hand. He checks through his phone with his opposite; grunting in annoyance as he taps hard on the screen.

"This is the floor, right?.... Oh. Hey."

He grins lazily in your direction, finally noticing your presence. He attempts to greet you as warmly as he can, but all you can focus on is the scene behind him.

A body lies on the break room floor; its head caved in and multicolored blood leaking from the remainer of the cavity. Its remaining eye stares out at you; limbs twitching ever so slightly. The guard eases the door closed.

Paint drips off the tool in his hand as he stretches. "I was taking a nap when your friend attacked me. Don't worry about them much. Paintings are the lucky ones. Won’t hurt ya unless I damage the frame itself. The only you should be worried about is yourself..”

You step back.

The nightguard grins wider, breaking into a small fit of laughter as he waves the threat off. “I’m just messing with you. Even if you’ll be fine, I wouldn’t want to bludgeon a cute one like you… Unless you give me a reason to.”.

He snickers more, smile falling as his chuckles die down. “Another joke, sorry. In all honesty, I stuck around to see you.”

The guard closes the distance between you; smearing paint over your cheek as he carcass it. "I like you. You don't bother me much when I hang around - doubt you've even noticed me at night, but I've seen you. First time I've gotten through your little gang of guard dogs. Shame about that sad look you carry around. Maybe I should take you back home with me and fix it."

He moves his hand to the top of your head, staining your hair in blood. "But I don’t think it's time for that just yet. See ya around, Y/n."

The guard walks off. You hadn't realized you lost your voice until a startled cry comes from you as the break room door opens. The headless painting wonders out of the room, wondering aimlessly towards your direction. You meet it half way, grabbing one of its outstretched hands. The feeling of your skin calms its tense muscles; relaxing under your hold as it holds you close. Its hands find their way to your cheeks - wiping the tears away.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere story #yandere drabble #yandere fic #yandere writing #Night Gallery tag #yandere prompts

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months

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Hi. This is an ask for Nestor Oceteva ❤️ The prompt is: 12. You know that I won’t let you fall. Thank you so much.

References to Nestor's art in Spray Paint and to events in the upcoming Stockton!Series

Nestor becomes despondent after his paintings are destroyed. You’re hoping it’s a temporary thing, that he’s still processing the attack on your home but the door to the studio remains closed for weeks.

The place he loved has become a source of anguish for him now. Joining the MC instilled a sense of belonging, brothers stretched out across the country, supporting one another. Now when he looks at the ruined artwork all he sees is the betrayal. It doesn’t matter that it was another charter, the people who preached about loyalty and brotherhood had invaded his home, fired bullets into the bed where he’d been sleeping moments before.

It’s hurts to see him like this, so quiet, so distant. Without painting he lives his life mechanically, going to work at the scrapyard, before he comes home and goes to bed. There are too many changes going on in his life right now and he’s waiting for the next threat because there’s going to be fall out from the way the MC’s shifting right now. Yuma may have fallen into line with Manny at the helm but there’s others that aren’t so forward thinking. Both Marcus and Bishop expect there to be some splinting. With no outlet the only way for Nestor to survive is to shut down and that’s what he’s doing.

He's resistant when you bring him to the empty shop alongside Nina’s tattoo parlour. The space has been vacant for a while, ever since the Galindo Agra Park collapse. The high street is just starting to rejuvenate, the influx of tourism from the Springtime Festival has boosted the economy and they’re starting to see small businesses pop up throughout the area.

“Mi Corazón.” He says wearily as he finds himself standing inside an empty, dusty shop with a paste table sitting in the middle. “What are we doing here?”

“You can’t paint at home. It’s not a safe space for you anymore.” You say softly before gesturing towards the doorway at the very back of the shop. “You need a change of scenery so I’ve set up an area for you upstairs, somewhere private where you can go and do whatever you want, when you want.”

Nestor doesn’t speak, instead he swallows hard against the ache of emotion in his chest as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks towards the boarded-up windows.

“The things that you’re feeling right now, the trauma of what happened, you need to work through that and the way you do that is through painting. I know things are hard for you right now, that you’re struggling but this is how you move past it.”

“What about the rest of it?” He asks you, gesturing at the space. “What are we supposed to do with the downstairs?”

You remove the lime green project book from your bag. The one that Nestor has been working from since he and David were kids. You’d found it when you were trying to put the remnants of your house back together, jammed between some of books that had been torn off the shelves. You remembered him showing it to you when you’d first moved in together.

A nonprofit art gallery, something that showcased the creativity in the community, that delivered programs to help kids channel their trauma, to create and build something from it.

You hadn’t realised how much work he’d put into over the past six months, how he’s refined the concept, included business projections, financial forecasts, marketing ideas. This is Nestor’s legacy you hold in your hands and the good it could do…

Right now, he can’t see past the turmoil he’s feeling, it’s too big, it needs to be taken a step at a time. However, this project book is an avenue to the future, a way to remind him that there’s life beyond that, that he’s more than just the man he is in this moment.

“When you’re feeling better, we should talk about this.” You say setting the project book on the rickety paste table. “About how we’re going to make it a reality.”

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i-write-boop-spoops · 3 months

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Professor Sycamore Proposal and Wedding Headcanons

so.... instead of festive headcanons, yall get this!! frick, when did it become february?

features: gn! reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes and very minor reference to sex

not proofread lol

owo what’s this? a classic boopy headcanon??

Sycamore is DIVORCED

So he has a lot of anxiety about marriage

When his last one crumbled, he felt like a failure, even though it was a mutual decision

After that, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to get marrid again

Like, could he really find someone to spend his life with? Was that even possible?

But then he met you

And suddenly, he liked the sound of wedding bells again

You’re together for about two or three years when he feels his ring finger starting to itch

Needing the cool metal of a wedding band to soothe it

Being with you, living with you… it was like the puzzle piece his life was missing

He wants to see that smile of yours for the rest of his life

The proposal HAS to be special

Because you’re special

And you make him feel special

You two have so many special memories together

Luckily, he’s a romantic, so he has an incredible idea

He’s going to take you on a walk down memory lane

Literally

To places that mean the world to the both of you

It starts at your shared apartment of course

You come home from work, to find your beloved wearing a chic suit (the top shirt buttons undone, of course)

He tells you he has a surprise, and that you should put on a nice (but easy to wander in) outfit

It’s not the first time he’s done something like this, so you’re not suspicious of anything just yet

And off you go on your grand adventure!

Having dinner at the restaurant you spent your first anniversary at

Getting dessert at your favourite little café

Laughing about the time you both dropped your ice cream while you stroll through the park

And all sorts of other memories

He’s nervous the whole time, but the excitement wins out

You just look so beautiful, his heart skips a beat every time he glances over at you

He wants to marry you SO BAD!

The walk culminates at the bridge you shared your first kiss at

At this point, you’ve kinda sussed out what his plan is

And boy!

You’ve never been more giddy with excitement

Honestly, if you found out he wasn’t proposing, you’d be disappointed

He takes your hand as you look across the river, the city lights dancing in the water

The speech he gives you is equal parts romantic and heartfelt

Just poetry

You’re trembling the entire time

He gets on one knee

His bones click but ignore that

And presents you with a velvet box

A gorgeous, classic ring inside

He doesn’t even have a chance to finish asking the big question before your arms are around him and you’re shouting “Yes! Yes!”

He’s in disbelief by your reaction

I mean, he knew you’d say yes… but he didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic

You really do love him, and that makes him feel so happy and blessed

Wedding planning is a bit hectic, since Augustine is very involved BUT also very busy and tired with work

Do you get into silly fights over dumb things like what canapes to serve? Probably

But do you make up like two seconds after? Yes

Your invites are so elegant (art deco perhaps?), and they are rose scented!

In terms of the wedding, it’s gonna be a small but classy affair

Not super traditional, but definitely romantic and stylish

Depending on what point of the timeline it is, he might not even have a best man

Because he’d want it to be Lysandre eek

The ceremony itself would be held in one of the many beautiful, historic buildings in Lumiose

Somewhere full of art and culture and beauty and life

Maybe somewhere like the art gallery? The theatre? The botanical gardens?

Wherever it is, you KNOW Sycamore’s vows will be the most romantic prose

The heartfelt, genuine words that fall from his lips are the stuff of fairytales

It would make the most jilted, stone-hearted person believe in love again

The whole time, he’s trembling with emotion

His hands are holding yours, his eyes gazing at you with such fondness and admiration

There will be tears

From you, from him, from everyone

Speaking of…

The guest list is STACKED

Despite it only being a few dozen people

It’s like a Pokémon conference crashed into your nupitals

Diantha, Steven Stone, Wallace, Cynthia… a whole host of professors

Your now-husband is well-connected that’s for sure

Expect AMAZING wedding presents

The dress-code is cocktail

Perfect for the cocktail hour

I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you chose to wear cocktail attire for your ceremony as well as the reception

But you could also stick to more formal/traditional options for the whole event, or switch to your more casual looks after pictures

no matter what option, he WILL find a way to show off a little chest

The reception could be held in a myriad of places

A rooftop in the city, a grand manor in Laverre City, a ballroom in Hotel Richissime

Wherever it’s held, there will be a very Kalosian sounding band playing the whole time

The Champagne will be flowing and plentiful

And there will be SO many flowers

You get those really aesthetic black and white photos taken ah! i love those!

Just saying… your first dance will be so beautiful

Graceful and romantic, you two gliding together as one

It’s Kalos, so you KNOW the meal will be delicious and rich and indulgent

I can totally see the two of you ditching the cake for a round of delicious pastries for everyone

Ones filled with berry curd or cream or chocolate ganache or frangipane

Just exquisite little pockets of joy

At some point, yourself and Augustine slip away to somewhere quiet

A balcony perhaps?

So you two can share a moment together, just the two of you, as pouses

Officially!

And so he can have a quick ciggy

As the evening goes on (and your hubby gets tipsier)

You’re on the dance floor again, but much less gracefully this time

It really devolves from a classy affair to a bunch of drunk friends having a good time

Which honestly? Was exactly how it should end

Well that, and your magical first night together as newlyweds ;)

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ayellowcurtain · 4 months

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They always knew they wanted to buy a place for them to live.

It was never an easy task, but they both needed a secure place that nobody could take and break apart. Maybe it’s the broken family syndrome from one and the desperate need for as much security as possible from the other mixed together.

Their apartment is far from perfect, but it is more than enough at the same time. It wasn’t the newest and was far from a dream location, but the whole process of renovating, cleaning, and painting felt so grounding that Sander couldn’t think of ever moving from here.

He’s feeling off this morning, but he managed to make some things to get himself in a better mood.

He nailed their coffee this morning and didn’t forget it until it was room temperature and disgusting. It’s hot, perfect, warming his hands wrapped around his favorite mug, drinking slowly.

Their wood floor feels nice against his bare feet. They sanded everything, and now it feels soft and grounding, still with what seems to be old paint stains here and there, but that’s what makes Sander love it. The thought that, at some point, someone who loved art lived here.

And he’s naked, standing in his living room, staring at a bunch of pictures he took from Robbe over the past few years since they met. There are a few of the two of them together too, and one silly one Robbe took of him after a very special night spent at their hotel. Sander smiles, aware there’s a photo taken a second before the one he’s looking at.

He saw Robbe with his camera and teased him, not covering anything. He remembers Robbe's soft laugh, looking up from behind the camera, and asking Sander to put his hand in front of him. Then Robbe went behind the camera and took the second picture. He’s sure Robbe keeps the other one somewhere safe, where only he can sneak a look from time to time.

Sander made sure to put that photo as high as possible on the wall gallery, in a corner nobody would find. He never had enough space for this many pictures to be exposed, so he’s happy to spend the first few hours of the morning creating this masterpiece after postponing for some time since they moved.

In the back of his head, there are memories from last night: the stranger at the bar, acting like they were all friends after a five-minute conversation. Robbe was tipsy, being a little too handsy and not giving two cares about people seeing it, and that was enough for the dumb stranger to think he should comment about how Robbe seemed so in love and Sander so cold.

Even after too many drinks, Robbe came back from his trip with the comment, his alerts going off, knowing Sander was about to be rude right back.

“I promise you, there’s not a thing about this one that’s cold.” He tried to be nice and polite, as always.

All their friends were also loud, in disbelief, saying how much that stupid human was wrong. But Robbe cut the conversation short, grabbing their beers and passing them to their friends to go hang out somewhere else at the bar.

Sander felt stupid for letting that be the final trigger he needed to stop procrastinating on hanging all these frames.

His head is so heavy, it’s tempting to roll to his other side and fall back asleep. That would be sooo nice, but the bed is cold and empty. His headache would appreciate the coldness, but he can’t force himself to sleep alone.

So Robbe slips to a sitting position, finding his underwear right on his feet on the floor. He puts it back on, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his eyes. When he opens their bedroom door, the coffee smell is so tempting it makes his stomach growl.

As he turns around the door to look for Sander, he finds him a couple of steps forward, watching their tall living room wall that’s not empty anymore. Robbe smiles because every morning is a repeated realization that this naked, painfully good-looking, messy hair with a mug in his hands is his boyfriend. This is his life. If he tried to dream about a perfect reality, it wouldn’t come close to what this is.

“Always a good morning when I find you naked around the house.” Robbe sounds as sleepy as he feels, melting against Sander’s back as soon as he’s close enough, closing his eyes for just one second. Sander’s smell is also better than the coffee smell.

He feels when his boyfriend snorts.

“Did I wake you?”

“Not even a worldwide invasion would have made me wake up this morning.” He forces himself to adjust his posture to look over Sander’s shoulder, wrapping both arms around Sander’s waist, and resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

He looks at all the horrible pictures of mostly him on their wall. Sander thinks he is so beautiful it made his self-esteem improve since they met, but it’s still too many pictures of him. They’re all from good memories, at least.

“We finally have your wall.”

Sander nods his head, finishing his coffee.

“That's a good idea. If we ever move anywhere. There will always be a Robbe wall.”

Robbe loves the way his name sounds when Sander says it. Maybe that’s his thing from now on. Record the love of all his life saying his name in every possible situation and play it over and over again.

“If you say so…”

“I do”

“Okay.” Robbe kisses his neck, taking a deep breath against his skin.

“Maybe that’ll make me warmer.”

Robbe snorts just like Sander does constantly, letting go of him to grab his empty mug to refill it for himself.

“If you warm up just a little bit, you’ll burn this house down. You’re like a heather. That's why I like sleeping better when I’m all wrapped around you like a snake, trying to steal your painfully good warmth. And sexiness.” Robbe winks at Sander when he looks at him over his shoulder with his eyebrows raised and a lazy smile on his lips.

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emma-frxst · 1 year

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Arcades and Anniversaries

Pairing: Colossus AKA Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Summary: Request “reader and colossus having fun at an arcade.”

@chromecutie requested this from me a while ago and I’ll be honest I forgot abt it so sorry K! I love you!

After the latest chapter of smooth criminal I posted last Friday being so angsty I’m posting some fluff for my and your sake. So here’s this quick little thing.

“Soooo where are we going babe?” You asked Colossus as he held the car door open for you.

“Darling for the hundredth time I cannot tell you, it is surprise.”

“Must be somewhere fancy, since you had me put on my fancy clothes.” You stated, hopping in the passenger seat.

Piotr didn’t say anything as he got into the drivers seat and started the car.

You and him were celebrating your anniversary and from the looks he has something big planned.

You two were dressed to the nines, Piotr looked absolutely divine in his suit.

You were thinking maybe he planned an evening at an art gallery followed by fancy restaurant.

Needless to say you were surprised when the car pulled up to an arcade.

But it wasn’t just any arcade.

It was where you and Piotr went on your first date so long ago.

“Surprise!” Piotr cheerfully exclaimed.

“The arcade?” You questioned. As you two got out of the car.

“Da! To recreate first date!”

“Piotr that’s so sweet of you! I love it. I love you.” You gushed, standing on your top toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Lets go” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.

Once inside you noticed the place was empty except for a few employees.

“Why’s there no one else here?”

“I rented the place out for the evening. To save embarrassment when I kick your butt.”

“Oh it is on!” You challenged him, immediately going for the skeeball machine.

You remembered when Piotr had first moved to America. The two of you instantly clicked, becoming best friends and lovers not long after that. Piotr had never been to an arcade before, so you took it upon yourself to take him. Being teenagers, it was all you two could do to scrape enough money together for a gaming pass. He was terrible at the games at first, but with your help, got the hang of them quickly. Warm feelings filled your chest as you remembered the early days of your relationship.

After an hour or two of kicking Piotr’s butt at arcade games, you had acquired enough tickets for a decent prize.

You got up close to the counter to get a good eye on your prize while Piotr stood a bit behind you.

“Hmmmm…what should I pick Petey? The stuffed animal maybe? Or maybe the dart board? Would be good for the kiddos back at the mansion.”

“How about this?” He said.

You turned around to behold Piotr down on one knee, holding a ring box.

Before Piotr could give the loving- and let’s be honest- lengthy speech he had prepared, you flung your self into his arms.

“Yes, yes, yes, Piotr! Of course I will!” You exclaimed, kissing his face all over.

“Da?” He questioned. “You will marry me?”

“Yes!” You said, happy tears now streaming down your face.

He got up off his knee and scooped you up, spinning you around.

He sat you back down ever so gently, it was then you let him place the ring on your finger.

He looked at you, complete love and adoration in his eyes.

You couldn’t wait to officially become Mrs. Rasputin.

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emeorin · 2 years

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(Sleep) Jumin Han x Reader

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pi7rX5G7x48&ab_channel=MusicDrawing

Wrote this while listening to this video, so I thought I should share it ehe. There are some minor sexual innuendos, but nothing over the top so you’re safe :)

English isn’t my first language so if there are any errors please tell me!

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Sleep was one of the few things she was intransigent on. Jumin remembered clearly all the times he was working late, his head towering over the desk covered by documents; near his hand a cold cup of tea from which he hadn’t even taken a sip. She would always come near him, caressing his shoulder with a tender touch, and lean near his ear, whispering him to go back to sleep. Her hair would tingle against his neck, sending shivers down is whole body, but he would keep still, trying to resist the urge to kiss her and strip off her clothes right at that moment. God, the effect she had on him. He would ask for a few more minutes, just enough to finish whatever he was doing that night, usually either revising some data or answering emails, and he would take her hands in his, slowly bringing them to his lips to leave a soft kiss on her knuckles. But she would stare at him with the eyes he loved so much, and he couldn’t help but staring back at her, forgetting all his work. He would comply to her request, dragging himself to bed and hugging her as close as possible, her body and the covers keeping him safe from the cold air.

So, when that night all he felt was the coolness of the mattress, he couldn’t help but reach out to her side of the bed; and when he found nothing he opened his eyes, slightly baffled and worried by her sudden disappearance.

«Honey? »

His voice came out low and hoarse and he coughed, trying to clear his neck from the muffled feeling that sleep left. He moved his arms to help himself sit on the bed, and he leant towards the lamp on his bedside table, lighting it up. The yellowish glow hit his face and he started looking around the room. His eyes went over the pile of books on her bedstand and the clothes, her clothes, that messily covered the chair and floor near the door. He smiled and kept going with his research, as his gaze lingered over the pictures of the two of them that she insisted to put on the white wall. There it was, their first photo together, when they met at the art gallery where she worked because he financed his friend exposition, and near that photo the one of their first date, in that small restaurant ran by her friend. Smiling, he remembered she literally dragged him there, exclaiming that their tteokbokki was the best she ever had. His eyes steadily went over all the photos when the cold breeze hit his face, making him look away.

And there she was. As the curtains flew around at the mercy of the gentle wind he spotted her on the balcony, the moonlight caressing her figure as a soft blanket of white light. He got up and reached her, as the icy air hit his whole body, making him shiver. He hugged her from behind, resting his head in the crook of her neck. He felt the soft texture of her nightgown under his fingertips.

«It’s late. Why are you out here? It’s freezing. », he whispered in her ear.

She turned around and she looked into his eyes, as her right hand reached to his face and his arms wrapped again around her waist. The warm of her body comforted him, and he felt the desire to keep her even closer to him in every bone of his body, his fingertips trembling.

«I couldn’t sleep, and I read somewhere that it was going to snow, so I came out to check. Still, you should go to bed, you’re leaving tomorrow. »

Her voice was low and calm, as it always was, but he felt his hearth shaking at her words. He leant in, his forehead resting on hers.

«Please, don’t remind me. Leaving you is already difficult enough. »

She let out a guttural chuckle.

«It’s just for a few days, then you’ll be back here. Don’t worry too much, mh? You have to take care of yourself. »

He wanted to complain, tell her that she was the one standing in the middle of the night in the cold air, risking to catch a fever or worst. But he didn’t, too drowsy and cozy in her arms, and only let out a sigh while his feature saddened, and a small pout formed on his lips.

«Look at you. Who would have thought that Jumin Han could be such a baby? »

She gently stroked his lips with her thumb as they curled in a soft smile, mimicking hers.

«I’m not a baby …», he said while closing his eyes, squeezing her waist a little bit harder than before. How difficult it was for him, to know that he will soon be far from her. How difficult it felt to even breath, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to kiss her and hold her close to himself. He was aware he had just told a lie: he really was like a baby when he couldn’t be with her.

«Ah! », she exclaimed, and shifted in his arms, leaving only one of his hands to rest gently on her waist. «Jumin, look! It’s snowing! »

He opened his eyes; in front of him he saw her, the left hand open trying to catch the snowflakes that were slowly falling from the clouds above. Around her finger a golden hoop rested perfectly. The moon was peeking behind the gray sky as a quiet observer. She really was a stunning sight.

«Why you couldn’t sleep? », he asked, his eyes fixated on her face.

She didn’t look at him, but kept staring at the sky.

«I’m so happy to be with you that I can’t sleep. », she simply said after a long pause. She could feel him looking at her, asking for an explanation, one that he wouldn’t receive.

« You’re going to call me every day while you’re away, right? »

As she looked back at him with a smile, he couldn’t resist anymore. He cupped her face with his big hands, with a gentleness that he only had with her, and searched for her eyes. And when he found them, he fell for her all over again, because they were so full of happiness, love and hope that he couldn’t help but love her; and he told her so, that he loved her, and same did she, and he felt his chest tighten as she moved her face closer to him. He leant in too, their lips slightly touching as if they were fearful of hurting each other, before fully connect. He deepened the kiss, finally acknowledging his desires completely, as her hands moved to his sides, gripping on his shirt.

When they separated their lips were red and swollen, both for the kiss and the cold air. He slowly leant in again, placing another kiss on her shoulder and then on her neck, as her hand gently stroked his black hair.

«Can I be a little bit selfish tonight? », he asked, his voice muffled by her skin, while stroking her arms with his fingertips. That was enough to make her shiver, and she smiled, hyper aware of all the parts he was touching, feeling crazy with anticipation, just as he did.

And after a shaky breath she nodded and he took her hand, disappearing together in the warmth of their room.

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks · 9 months

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For @tmaappreciationweek Day 7 - Somewhere Else, I wrote the first chapter of a short little Somewhere Else fic:

Content Warnings:

Grief/Mourning

Mentions of canon-typical injury

When Jon was finally released from the hospital – when his wounds had healed (nothing short of miraculous, the doctors said, given the state they’d found him in), when the doctors and the police were finished asking him questions he couldn’t answer, and he’d grown to accept that he would get no satisfactory answers to the questions he put to them, when weeks went by with no sign of Martin, alive or dead, and the fear grew into a panic grew into a certainty that he had come to this doomed world alone – he didn’t know where to go.

The first thing he did was simply wander around this London, cataloging all the ways it differed from his own. The differences were subtle – the National Portrait Gallery was on St. Martin’s Place rather than Great George Street, Everton Street was now called Sydney Street, and the old Gothic cathedral on that road was now called St. Luke’s rather than St. Michael’s. The most important difference, of course, was that the Magnus Institute never seemed to have existed in this universe. The stretch of road where it should have been located now housed an unassuming row of shops and restaurants and drab office buildings. The area around it was the same, though. Jon passed the cafe where he and Martin used to get lunch once a week, and as he walked by, he could hear the voice of their usual waiter drifting through the window, asking another pair of customers for their order. The sound was like a punch to the gut, and it was enough to convince him that he couldn’t stay in London.

He bought his train ticket in a haze, and spent the entire journey numb and thoughtless. He hardly realized where he’d been going until he was already stepping across the threshold of the safehouse. When he recognized where his feet had taken him, all he could think was that it felt right, somehow. Of course instinct had led him here. Where else could he possibly go?

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He wasn’t sure how those first few weeks passed. He was aware that he must have left his bed. He must even have left the house, wandered into town to buy food and toiletries and all the things he needed to keep himself alive, now that he couldn’t be sustained on statements alone. But he didn’t remember it. In his memory, those weeks were a bleak, empty blur, entirely spent lying alone in the bed he used to share with Martin, waiting for the pain to recede into something he could bear.

It hadn’t, yet, but there was still time.

Jon stared at his hand where it sat curled in the empty space that Martin ought to have filled. The burn had faded to a scar that looked much older than it was, but sometimes he imagined he could still feel the blinding heat of Jude Perry’s hand gripping it tight, pressing hot wax into all the lines and furrows of his palm.

He’d only been able to feel the edges of the burn. The pain in his palm had flared intensely but briefly, and then the nerve endings had all gone dead and he’d been left with nothing but an absence. He could feel the outline of his injury, a white-hot corona of pain, but where the burn had been most severe, he’d been numb.

This latest wound was similar. Not physically, not by a long shot – he had very much felt the blade in his chest, followed by the sharp absence of a blade in his chest. But he found that he could only feel the edges of his grief. He missed the taste of Martin’s tea, missed the warmth of him in the bed, missed the smell of that awful, cheap shampoo he always used, but any time he tried to think about Martin, as a full person who he had known and then lost, he’d be overcome with a pain so all-encompassing that he’d swing back around to feeling numb.

He pushed himself out of bed. He’d been meaning to go to the store for ages, and he couldn’t put it off any longer.

***

He and Martin had visited this shop together once. They’d been so hesitant then, fresh from the Lonely and scared out of their wits, clinging to each other even as they each worried that the other would push them away again at any moment. Martin had kept shooting nervous glances at their joined hands, and Jon had kept opening his mouth to just say something, anything, to clear the air, but he couldn’t.

Unscented soap, do you think? he’d asked instead, because it felt safer than saying anything else, Or lemon?

L-Lemon sounds nice, Martin had said, and Jon had squeezed his hand.

It had looked a little different in their world – the baked goods had been up front by the produce rather than tucked away beside the frozen section, and the lights had been pleasantly warm-tinted compared to the harsh white fluorescents currently flickering over Jon’s head – but it was familiar enough to sting.

Jon grabbed a bottle of unscented dish soap from the shelf. He wasn’t sure how he’d run out already – it seemed impossible that he’d been here long enough to use an entire bottle – but somehow he had. He tossed it into the basket alongside the box of pasta and the protein bars he’d taken to eating on days when he couldn’t get out of bed to cook.

He brought his items to the front and handed them to the bored woman behind the counter to scan.

“I hope you found everything you were looking for today,” she said in the blandly friendly customer-service voice of someone who could not possibly care less if you had or hadn’t found everything you were looking for.

“Yes, thank you,” Jon replied in much the same tone.

The woman glanced up and blinked at him. “Do I know you?” she asked.

“I doubt it,” Jon said. “I’m new in town.”

But the woman’s eyes widened as he spoke, and her jaw dropped.

“You’re Jonathan Sims!”

Jon’s blood ran cold.

“I– I-I don’t know what you–” he started to say, gathering up his groceries as quickly as he could, but when she spoke again, he stopped in his tracks.

“I found one of your tapes.”

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#tma fanfic #tma fic #tmaappreciationweek

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magical-girl-coral · 3 months

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Catwoman stories that DC should write, part two:

*The armless master, Ted Grant and Alfred all fighting over who gets to walk Selina down the isle only breaking off when Selina tells the exciting news of her grandparents coming all the way from Cuba to see her away.

*An issue about a gossip reporter trying to catch the new it girl socialist Selina Kyle in a compromising position except it's always something stupid. He caught her on time sneaking off from a party with Harvey Dent and Bruce Wayne but it's so they argue somewhere quiet about ancient roman history. Another time she ran with famous singer Dinah Lance but it was to order pizza because either of them remembered to eat. The one time he gives up and doesn't bother chasing her, she went to a forgotten bathroom mid gala to dress up as Catwoman.

*Crossover story with Batman where they both find out Killer Croc escaped prison again and together they try to find him before anyone gets hurt. It's revealed in a flashback reveal Selina and Waylon met as young street rats trying to survive who had no one and vowed to watch the other's back since then. Even without using their sob story. Bruce is merciful with Waylon and is maybe the second person who has ever shown him compassion, even giving him a job offer as a chance for a new life. This could have been Selina's big "oh, Oh" moment if it weren't for her massive emotional constipation.

*Forming her own thievery group with the girls who were at her bachelorette party with a Maven cameo as Selina's assistant/the force of nature expert keeping Selina's civilian life together through detailed schedules and iron will.

*Selina visiting Ireland with Maggie to put their father's ashes to rest only to get bungled up in fae shenanigans against their will.

*Selina getting to be a mom without drama. That's it. That's the story. No one dies, lost in time, kidnapped by an evil origination or given up for adoption since DC are fucking allergic to allowing women of color to be decent mothers.

*A whole chapter dedicated to Selina's slow battling of her phobia of water to give courage to other readers who are fighting their own anxieties cause I doubt a young teen can walk off being nearly drowned to death without longtime consequences.

*Selina finding out a family member nearly got killed cause of gang violence and Catwoman tearing Gotham apart limb from limb until the message was sent across. People tend to forget her claws can cut through steel and many remember that lesson the hard way.

*Showcasing every job Selina had off screen while the rest of the cast tried to kill each other over what's good and evil such as: ancient linguistic expert, professional dancer of multiple genres, Hollywood actress, art gallery owner, veterinarian, book author of ancient myths retelling with actual research (she was sick and tired of all the tiktok takes), and a part singer for charity events.

*Having an on again off again team ups with the Riddler. On one hand, he is a somewhat decent friend who's great with gadgets and a ruthless gossip, but the other hand he just does not stop dropping clues of their crimes and is always too lax with their getaway plans and god damn it Eddie, it's like you're trying to get us caught!

*Tragic friendship that could have been romance turned enemies between Pammy and Selina before either of them dawned their costumes. Selina donating a large sum of money she "gathered" over the weeks to the firm Pammy worked at because they were one of the few that didn't test their products on animals. Sweet shy Pammy saw Selina with walk in with confidence and beauty of a goddess and nearly tripped over herself when Selina asked for her opinion on a matter she couldn't even hear them talk about. They became friends afterwards, and Selina would regularly come back for talks and advice about poisons that seem shady but Pammy was too in love fascinated by the subject to question her motives.

*A pre street kid story where it shows Selina having a happy home life with her parents and little sister before it was all taken away from her. If Batman can have a hundred versions of his parents murder, Selina can have variation where her family didn't suck.

*Selina going through a crisis when she hit twenty and decided to take a bisexual gap year to travel the world where she gained Bast's favour in Egypt, accidentally seduced a moon deity in hiding, had a summer romance with Talia in Singapore, gained Shiva's attention by mastering sword dancing in China, put an angry one thousand year old spirit to rest by returning her precious hairpin and gaining more divine favors and returning to Gotham to get hammered on her 21th birthday.

#honestly this is just turning into a list of fanfic prompts im too burnout to write #and yes i know ted and selina had a r*mantic relationship but thinking about it makes me want to hurl so i just veto it #DC #DC Comics #Selina Kyle #BatCat #PoisonCat #CatFam

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day0walkersdrafts · 1 year

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He’s distracted by the man in the grass, in the field, under a tree. He’s laying there, knees bent, arms behind his head. He has his shoes off, feet in all that lush green. The wind makes all those black curls sway—his eyes are closed, but Xavier imagines them a very dark brown color, similar to his skin, that he can see on those bare shins, on those bare forearms. He stumbles over a rock in the road and nearly crashes into the soldier in front of him.

“Wolffe,” his captain snaps, big red face turning his way. Xavier snaps to a ramrod straight attention, teeth clicking together audibly. Hadn’t realized they’d fallen open, staring at the man. There had been a notebook open, on his chest. Wouldn’t the ink smudge, if he didn’t let it dry? He wonders what it feels like to not worry about that before the captain is snorting and grumbling and turning away.

When Xavier sneaks another glance, the man is gone. He feels a little weight in his chest; missed opportunity, maybe, but he can’t really fathom why.

—

He’s always felt rather small in these galleries. The paintings are larger than horses. They’re larger than multiple horses. They hang on the walls, ominous and dark, gilded framed, peering down at him and making him feel insignificant—afraid of the tiny voice that whispers like a priest around the corner, you are! Xavier Wolffe! You are! He swallows, tucks his hat underneath his arm like a dutiful, good boy and turns from the painting of the war scene.

It’s glorious and he should feel proud of it—regiment forever immortalized by some master of oil, but he will never ever be able to look at that giant figure of soldiers and feel good. Thankful to God (maybe) that his red hair is not somewhere in that painting. He turns and follows the gallery out toward the courtyard.

It is a lonely area that he finds soothingly appropriate. Even though the flowers make him sneeze, more than once, more than twice even as he approaches a large, wing spanned angel statue that is almost worse than the oil paintings. Xavier pops swiftly onto a bench and puts his hat onto the angel. He corrects it with a quick flick before hopping down.

“Corporal,” he says in a serious tone. “We regret to inform you, that you are being sent home post haste.” He gestures, one hand tucked behind his back, the other raised in snobbish imitation of a walrus mustached General. “We fear the injury you sustained potentially makes you a liability—no doubt your keen militant eye for tactics could be used in office.” The angel stares at him as the hat slowly slides a little to the left.

“Are you talking to yourself?”

Xavier makes a strangled noise as he jumps back onto the bench, leaps away from the sound of a voice behind him. Nearly tumbles and hooks an arm around the angles big, spread, marble wing. His hand flattens to his chest, trying to tame the heart that threatens to break a rib he nearly broke months and months ago.

A man stands in the courtyard, in plain but cozy attire. His trousers are slightly wrinkled, his own cap sat back and nearly falling and definitely doing a poor job of keeping all that wild, black hair tamed. Xavier blinks at him, blinks at those big, brown eyes under heavy defined brows and tries to gather any wit, tries to think of a single thing to say that isn’t you’re very short. He’s smiling a little, this stranger in the courtyard and that smile makes him look very…he looks very…

Xavier clears his throat and realizes he looks short because Xavier is tall and standing on a bench.

“I was a having a discussion with my good friend here, actually.”

“Dressin’ ‘em down?”

“Pardon?” His throat closes a bit around the word, blinking.

“You were telling the angel they were dismissed.” Xavier swipes the hat from the statue and comes tumbling down from the bench in his awkward and unnaturally graceful manner. He finds, once he’s standing there, he’s still much taller than the other man. He tucks the hat up under his arm, the way he’s meant to when speaking to people. It mirrors the man, except instead of a hat, there is a ledger of some sort—a book. Or journal?

“Been a bad angel, I’m afraid,” Xavier explains.

“As they can be, sometimes. Have to watch out for those ones, yeah?” When he laughs, at his own wit, Xavier feels a strange tug up from his stomach, his eyes falling to those lips and the hint of white and pink behind them and then immediately snaps his eyes to a different direction. Until his brain seems to piece this man together in his head and he’s stepping forward, hand outstretched—entirely inappropriate, a gesture of intimate friendship perhaps as he pokes a finger into his chest.

“I recognize you,” Xavier says, delighted. “You were out in a field, laying under a tree. Sprawled like a cat.” Brown eyes fall to the finger and Xavier quickly drops his hands and folds them, respectfully behind his back. They feel warm for some reason, his fingers feel leaden heavy and strange, so he grips a hand around his own wrist and squeezes it. “Apologies. I was—my regiment was coming into town.”

“I’ve heard of the arrival,” the cat in the sun taking a nap says, his smile somehow even more relaxed. “The whole town has.”

“I do not need a whole town really,” Xavier laughs, clears his throat and then unwinds his hand to raise it. “Xavier,” he introduces, realizing he should have said Corporal Wolffe. He is, after all, Corporal Wolffe—and he should always be introducing himself forward that way, but, he remembers the way the sun had glinted off this man’s dark brown skin, and how his face had been tilted slightly, underneath dappled sunlight that came through the tree’s leaves. Little spots of yellow on him.

His hand slips into Xavier’s.

“Benji,” he introduces, with just as little fanfare for introductions. Benji, Xavier thinks, hearing the name nestle into himself.

“Xavier,” a hiss from the entrance to the courtyard makes Xavier nearly jump again, hand tightening on Benji’s in reflex. His head snaps over his shoulder. Lark stands there, almost half out with a furiously anxious look on his face. “Stop separating from—” His jaw snaps shut at the sight of Benji. He levels a flat, annoyed look at Xavier and then bows his head respectfully. “Forgive me for intruding, but my Corporal is needed for—uh,” Lark clears his throat. Xavier feels a hot, warm sensation crawl up his face from his neck when he realizes he’d not let go of Benji’s hand yet.

He drops it and takes a few steps backward. He also bows his head apologetically, smiling on reflex, a big toothy grin.

“Benji,” he says, instead of goodbye. The man pulls the book from underneath his arm—it is a journal, Xavier thinks. Maybe a sketchpad? The desire to step forward, peer over it, into the contents is almost palpable. So is Lark’s furious annoyance at his back.

“Xavier,” Benji says, pulling a pencil from his vest pocket. When he does turn, finally, to join Lark back in the gallery, the sound of the pencil scratching paper follows him all the way inside.

#xavier #benji #xavier x benji #regency au #god i had plans today and then frontier posted benji's first kiss in regency au and i went insane

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jojolovenotes · 1 year

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( Hugs your ✨dating sim event✨!

I'd love for my character, Jennifer, to go on a date with Rohan Kishibe please! I can see her inviting Rohan to a high profile art gallery opening somewhere in Tokyo, so they can spend some long overdue time together!

They can love the artworks or be sassy about what's been created if it's really ridiculous, and match it up against their own art. As a a painter, her own style is autobiographical, sludgy and realistic while telling the tale of her own dramatic life lol. Either way, they bring out the best in each other and have fun with the date!

Jennifer would try to be detached enough to not show her growing feelings for Rohan, but honestly her big laugh and generous grin give her away everytime.

Thank you so much! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ )

♡ Dating Sim Event (Closed) ♡ Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry this took so long!! but I wanted to make sure to get it done before this year was over!! ;w;

Rohan had been invited to many art galleries before, but this time it was different. This invitation had been more of a date, and while Rohan was usually good at keeping his cool, the thought had been enough to make him feel just a hint of nervousness. ‘Come on Rohan, this isn’t like you...’ he mumbled to himself as he finished getting ready. It wasn’t like this was their first date together, but it had been the first time Rohan actually wanted to do something for Valentine’s Day. Normally this would be a holiday he would want to avoid - the overcrowded restaurants and the shops filled obnoxious pink and red displays of various stuffed animals and candies to gift your significant other. At least the art gallery should be a bit calmer today compared to those packed restaurants.

He made it to the art gallery rather early as he hadn’t seen Jennifer just yet. He looked around hoping to be able to catch sight of her, but it seemed she had caught sight of him first. Soon enough Rohan felt someone’s hands suddenly cover his eyes. While he’d like to hope it was Jennifer, there was always the worry that maybe it was a fan who recognized him and wanted to chat or get an autograph.

“Jennifer? That better be you.” Rohan tried to sound playful, but maybe there was a little hint of irritation in his voice.

“Of course it is, or were you expecting someone else?” Jennifer uncovered his eyes and laughed a little. She linked arms with him and leaned against him giving him somewhat of a soft side hug.

“No, of course not. I’m glad it’s you.” Rohan leaned back against her direction just a little bit.

Jennifer was smiling to herself, hopefully Rohan didn’t notice just how much. She still wanted to keep him guessing even though it was clear she occasionally flirted with him. Still, it was unclear to Rohan just how serious Jennifer was about him - even then despite this being a ‘date’ Rohan wasn’t sure if she meant in a romantic sense or if it was just her being nice in a friendly way. Maybe it would be best to stop overthinking and just enjoy their time together...

The gallery certainly had a lot to offer. The pair spent a lot of time carefully dissecting each piece of art - some of them had positive opinions for the pair to share, while there were pieces that seemed to baffle the pair. Some of Jennifer’s comments on the pieces they weren’t very fond of made Rohan chuckle a bit. It was such a different experience to experience art with someone else. Normally he would often go to these galleries alone - which he didn’t mind, but now that he had been here with Jennifer he realized there were a lot more things he’d like to do with her at his side.

Her smile was something that was now burned into Rohan’s mind, he felt inspired all of a sudden. He knew when he got home her inspiration would be put on a canvas, but he was unsure if he’d show her his work. Still, he didn’t want their time together to end just yet. He was a bit nervous about asking, but he hoped to be able to spend a little more time together after the gallery.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” Rohan asked this rather quietly.

“Of course I would!” Jennifer’s smile widened. “That means you’re buying right.” she teased with a playful wink.

“Only because you asked nicely.” Rohan teased right back.

Maybe tonight one of them would finally confess their feelings for each other. It seemed like the time was just right...

#received transmission ✨#dating sim event ✨#ships: Rohan #softmalldrifting #queue ✨

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oraclekleo · 9 months

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29. What’s your dream date? 😊

So i can be prepared just in case haha 😉😆

Hello!

Are you planning to swoon me? 😂 This is really direct way of seduction - "What do I need to do to enchant you? Just tell me in details." 🤣

Okay... I don't know. I never dated anyone so I'm not sure how my dream date would go. I guess with the right person it will always be my dream date without any of us actually trying. Natural and smoothly going date with someone I can connect with easily is my dream date. Yes, I'm not making this any easier for you 😂

I get up super early, 4 am and go for a long dog walk right after I get up. I guess a person who would pick me up this early in the morning and went for a dog walk with me and my dogs would get a whole ton of points from me. If they have an early breakfast picnic ready somewhere nice on the route with my favourite foods and also water and healthy snacks for my dogs, I'm close to being sold for them. After the picnic (no more than 2 hours because then people start to wake up) we could go back to my home. They could give breakfast portion of granules and fresh water to my dogs while I dress up more appropriately for the day. I'm not a fan of shopping or watching TV but it's too early for museums or galleries. So they could suggest taking me and dogs for a little trip in countryside. I will assume my ideal date has a driving license and a car. I have none of these so it would be handy if they could actually compensate me in this matter. So we would go somewhere nice and green. Hiking in hills or forest with my dogs. Maybe visiting some interesting site with ancient burial place or remains of temple or church or historical village, something like that. Interesting place with either historical or spiritual meaning (or both). We could walk a trail and arrive to some pub with tables outside so dogs can sit with us while we eat lunch. After lunch and long time hiking we would probably be a bit tired so we would return to my home, I would take a quick shower, change into something less outdoor while my date is feeding my dogs again (I value my privacy, I want them to be occupied while I'm in the shower and changing clothes). Dogs would go sleep and we could go out again, this time only the two of us. I'd probably be in a mood to sit down and relax for a little while so going for an afternoon theater play or into some small cinema to watch old movie would please me a lot. I don't like crowds and it's more likely to avoid them in the afternoon in cinema or theater. After this little rest I would be recharged for more activities. We could go to a museum or gallery or some kind of workshop where I could learn something new. Chakra healing, aura reading, working with crystals or just pottery or weaving baskets would be really nice. Or a workshop on how to make chocolate pralines. I would love such a type of activity. Obviously my date should enjoy it, too. If they keep bitching it's gonna be horrible date. 😂 So yeah! This is the afternoon part. As you know, I always have tea at 5 pm so it would be great if we went to a Tea Room after the workshop. Drinking tea, eating vegan cheesecake... After this I would start being nervous about the dogs being alone for so long so we would go back home, take them for a walk, give them dinner and cook dinner for us together. I'm not really used to eat by the table at home so we would just put the meal into bowls (I don't really eat from plates, you can judge me if you like) and sit by TV and watch some old movie or show again. I would start falling asleep and my date would clean the kitchen up, put the dirty dishes in to dishwasher and only woke me to go for one last dog walk. Me and my dogs would walk with my date to his car, say good bye to each other and I would return home and go sleep. 😂 OR... Depends on the mood, I guess. Maybe I would allow my date to stay. I just can't imagine that happening now because I never dated anyone but I guess it could happen. 😂

So! This is my dream date. All in all not exactly what other people would find dreamy and I have my dogs included a great deal but this is my idea of a great all day long date. Obviously it would be possible for my partner to divide the activities into several days instead.

So yeah... This is it. I don't know what more I could say.

Thanks for this question 😁

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #ask me stuff #ask game

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