#im all red in the face why is this happening im so blessed just thinking about them holding hands rn in these harsh exam times creyes

[goldenempyrean]

“Why didn’t you tell me?”  + “I do not have a cold!”  for Lena working late when sick so reader goes to get her to come home?

Workaholic

〚 Notes - First Supergirl fic, hopefully yall enjoy :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Lena's been pushing herself too hard and ends up sick. You're there to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1550 〛

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Your wife was stubborn at the best of times. Maybe it was because her of her family or even her job but honestly, sometimes it made your life just that much more difficult. Right now for example, you’d told her to take it easy, to stop pushing herself so hard. But did she stop? Oh no she didn’t. 

You saw the signs, her husky voice, eyes looking more tired than usual and her small periodic sniffles were all pointing to one fact. She was getting sick. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but still you couldn’t help but be annoyed by your wife’s ability to not look after herself. 

This was the third time this week she’d called ahead to say that she’d be working late. Something about a major project at L-Corp that needed her undivided attention and you couldn't say you were surprised when you got a call from her worried assistant only half an hour into her overtime. 

“Hello?” You answered, already knowing who it was. 

“Hi, it’s Jess from L-Corp. I’m sorry to bother you, but Lena’s here still and I think you need to come convince her to go home. She won’t listen to me.” 

You sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy task. “Alright, hang tight. I’ll come get her,” you said, already grabbing your keys and coat before hurrying out to your car. 

When you arrived at her work, you made your way to Lena’s office and found her sitting at her desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. She looked up as you entered, her eyes bloodshot, skin a sickly white and her nose was visibly red. For somebody usually so put together, she looked awful. 

“Hi, honey,” you spoke softly, trying to keep your voice gentle. “Jess called me and said you’re still here. What’s going on? You’re not looking too good.” 

Lena sighed and leaned back in her chair, wincing as she did. “Im sorry I thought I already told you I was working late,” she muttered. “I just can’t leave this work unfinished. It’s too important.” She finished her sentence with a chesty cough that she muffled against her elbow and groaned. 

You handed her a tissue as Lena let out a harsh sneeze, her body shaking with the force of it. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as you watched her struggle to catch her breath. 

“Come on, darling, you need to go home and rest,” you said firmly, trying to ignore the slight tremble in your own voice, “This cold looks like it’s doing a number on you.” 

“I do not have a cold!” 

You raised an eyebrow at her denial, knowing full well that it was a lie. Lena had always been stubborn when it came to admitting that she was sick. But you weren't going to let her push herself any further. 

"Alright, then what is it?" you asked, crossing your arms and standing your ground. 

Lena hesitated, her eyes darting away from yours. You could see the struggle on her face as she tried to fight off another sneeze. 

"It's just allergies," she finally admitted, sniffling again. 

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Allergies, huh? You sound pretty congested for allergies." 

Lena glared at you, but before she could retort, she let out a loud sneeze, her body lurching forward. You rushed over to her, holding out a tissue for her to use. 

"Bless you," you said, rubbing her back as she sniffled again, “You sure you do have even the tinest of colds?” 

“I'm not sick.” She paused to sniffle again as she shot you an annoyed look, “I’m not! Luthors don’t get sickhh - Hh’tshoo!” 

She broke off from her sentence with another sneeze poorly covered by her hand. You hated to think just how many potential colleagues your irresponsible wife could potentially infect. 

“And apparently Luthors don’t use tissues either.” You chided but your teasing tone was unmissable as you pulled a few tissues from the box on her desk and held them out to her. 

Lena glared at you through watery eyes, but eventually relented and took the tissues from your outstretched hand. She blew her nose loudly and then tossed the used tissue into the trash can beside her desk. 

You watched her for a moment, concern etched on your face. Lena was usually so put together; it was strange to see her like this. You knew she hated showing any sort of vulnerability, but you couldn't help but worry. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go home and rest?" you asked, hoping she would take the hint. 

"I can't," Lena replied, her voice scratchy. "I have too much work to do." 

You sighed, knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. Lena was stubborn when it came to her work, and you had learned long ago not to try and change her mind. 

"Fine," you said, finally having enough of the back and forth arguing. You grabbed a chair and pulling it up next to her desk. "But I'm staying here to make sure you don't overwork yourself." 

Lena rolled her eyes but didn't argue. You could tell she appreciated your concern, even if she would never admit it. 

For the next hour, you watched as Lena tried to power through her work, despite her obvious illness. She sneezed and sniffled every few minutes, pausing occasionally to blow her nose or take a sip of water. You couldn't help but feel guilty - you knew that if you maybe had been a little sterner about her resting then she wouldn't be in this predicament. 

You stood up to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee from the break room, hoping it would help you stay alert during your long night of babysitting. When you returned, Lena had finally succumbed to her illness and had fallen asleep at her desk. 

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake her, but you knew she needed rest if she was going to get better. You gently placed your hand on her shoulder and shook her awake. 

"Lena, darling, you need to go home and get some rest," you said softly. "You're not going to get any better if you stay here." 

Lena groaned and rubbed her eyes, looking up at you with a defeated expression. "I know," she sighed. "I just have so much to do." 

"I'll take care of everything," you reassured her. "You just need to focus on getting better." 

Lena nodded; her eyes drifting shut again. You stood up and gathered her things, making sure to turn off her computer and lock up her office before escorting her out of the building. 

The ride home was quiet, with your wife sleepily dozing off in the passenger seat. When you arrived at your apartment, you helped her inside and tucked her into bed, making sure she had everything she needed before retreating to the living room to start on the pile of work she had left behind. 

As you worked, you couldn't help but glance at the clock every few minutes, counting down the hours until Lena would wake up. You knew she needed rest, but you also knew she wouldn't be happy if she woke up to find you still working. 

Hours passed and before you knew it, the sun was starting to rise. You had made significant progress on Lena's work and were just about to call it a night when you heard a soft groan coming from the bedroom. 

You quickly made your way to Lena's side, finding her looking up at you with tired eyes. "How are you feeling?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. 

Lena yawned and stretched, looking a bit more refreshed than she had earlier. "Better," she said, her voice still scratchy. "Thanks for taking care of me." 

"Of course," you replied, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Can I ask something though, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

Lena let out a sigh, looking a bit guilty. "I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted. "And I thought I could tough it out and get my work done." 

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're never a burden to me, Lena," you said. "And it's okay to take a break when you're not feeling well. I'm just glad I was able to help." 

Lena smiled weakly, reaching out to take your hand. "I know," she said softly. "I just get so caught up in my work sometimes that I forget to take care of myself." 

You squeezed her hand gently. "That's why I'm here," you said. "To remind you to take care of yourself and to help you when you need it. Now, how about I go make you some breakfast, hm?” 

Lena smiled at you, and you could tell she really was grateful for your help. As you made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the long night, you had been able to take care of your stubborn wife. It was a small victory, but one that you would cherish. 

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also 👉👈

can i make another order for being locked together with kageyama? (again, its completely all right if not!)

id love to have “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” for the topping

(im sorry for all the bothering, you dont have to do these if you dont want to)

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

kageyama + being locked together + “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

cw/tags: tanaka and noya being questionable wingmans, gn!neutral reader and making out :o

If someone said to you 30 min ago that you would be locked together in the small, small broom room with Kageyama, you would laugh in their faces. But it seems that life has a funny way of working because that's the exact situation you find yourself in.

See, you're not some kind of genius or clairvoyant to know why things happen, but if Noya and Tanaka’s malicious laugh that you managed to hear before a body was basically thrown against yours and everything went dark would serve as a clue, then you think you have an idea.

“Hm… S-so...” Oh yes. The main problem at the moment. For more than one reason, actually.

"Don't worry, Kageyama-san. I'm sure that someone sooner or later will get us out of here... hahah... I hope…” It's not like you thought this was the worst situation in the world, on the contrary, you slept imagining your dear freshman, who you may or may not have a crush on, doing the famous kabedon on you at least three nights, the only difference is that well... not in the tiny broom closet.

Oh, here's another hint as to why this may happe- “S-Senpai... Please stop moving so much.."

“Ah! Sorry, Kageyama-san!” You try to make your body more upright, but you only end up headbutting his chin. “S-Sorry!!" You squirm even more, and his hand, which was on the side of your head, moves to squeeze your waist. You don't know if this is the heaven's blessing or punishing you.

“Ahg… Senpai!” He kind of made a weird sound now... When you look at him, the sliver of light passing through the door illuminates his face so red that you worry. Ignoring how handsome he looks at this angle, you focus on desperately cursing the two idiots who put you in this situation in the first place. If before you thought he hated you, now you are sure.

You've never been close to the youngest, even though he's never left your mind since he saved you from getting hit in the face in front of the entire volleyball team, you're sure he doesn't feel the same. Every time you tried to talk to him about something, he would just stare at you with a red face before walking away.

It must be because of your feelings, he probably feels uncomfortable being around you. You were sure you're discreet, but apparently it was pretty obvious, if even the two goofballs found out even though you never talked to them about it.

"Sorry, Kageyama-san... You must be hating this.”

“E-Eh? No! Ah- I mean, no… I just never did this before…” He takes a deep breath and looks at you before continuing to speak. "Look, I have been trying to tell you this… That… I really-”

“It’s fine, Kageyama-san, I get it. You hate me, right? It's totally fine, you don't have to force yourself to-”

“W-what?? No! Just listen to me a bit-”

“It's okay! Really! Totally fine and-”

You're interrupted by him holding your face firmly in his hands, eyes looking so serious and desperate that you don't have the courage to say anything else. Wait... His face has always been so close to yours?!

“I've been trying to tell you this…” His lips whisper just above yours, eyes fixed on you as if asking for permission. There's only a second of silence where neither of you move before your lips meet his at the same time.

Like a moment of epiphany, your body seems to fly and the only thing holding you to the ground is his hands on your body. Even if the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. His hand on your face moves back to your waist and hugs you closer to him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and end up accidentally biting his lip slightly. “Ahg, Senpai…”

“Tobio..." You only pull away when you're completely out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes before kissing again. The movements that were once desperate and frantic are now slow and steady, trying to hold on to every second of the moment.

You part with his lips and move to his neck, giving it a light kiss before lightly grazing your teeth against the skin there.

“Tobio… Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

You knew that when you got home, you would scream into your pillow thinking about where you got the courage to do this, but at the moment, your mind could only think about him, his lips, his touch.

Your lips suck at the skin just enough to form a shy red, and your tongue soothes the irritated skin when you pull away.

When you lift your face to kiss him again, the door is suddenly opened.

“RIGHT!! the two lovebirds had their time~ ARGHH! What is this vulgar scene?!?!! Noya-san, close your eyes!!”

You really feel like killing these two.

a/n: don't worry anon, you could never bother! actually, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was my first time writing a kissing scene. I hope I did well. I hope you liked it! ♡ btw, im working on your tsukishima order too^^

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #tobio x reader #hq fluff #tobio hcs #gojot t valentine's day event! 𓍯𓂃

[luimagines]

Oh thank you! That man has had a choke hold on me for years, can I ask for just fierce deity with a s/o who likes calling him pretty and just all around compliments? Im sure he isn’t use to affection and praise like this, and I’m a simp-

.....Yes, you can. I already know what to do. Just watch.

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You were... strange, the deity thought. And not necessarily in a bad way, just... different.

“Good morning, handsome!” You called after him when he returned to the camp. He had finished making his rounds around their perimeter and had come back at last. Everyone was awake and waiting for their champion to finish cooking so that may eat for the morning.

He looked your way in acknowledgement but he wasn’t sure what to make it.

You had instantly taken a liking to him, something he wasn’t used to, and had insisted on raining flattery in his direction at any and every waking moment. Mostly at times when he least expected it.

He nods, unsure of the appropriate reaction. 

The boys look at him wearily. Even his old host still had trouble looking him in the eye. He supposes that’s one reason why he’s gotten attached to you so quickly. You don’t seem to mind how he towers over the group or how he doesn’t emote. You were content.

In return, he allows you to chatter his ear off or to hang off of him when you get bored. You don’t weight much to his supernatural strength. You seem to enjoy the way he can lift you with ease and not break a sweat. And with one arm no less.

“Did you have a nice walk?” You saunter up to him and place yourself right next to him.

He nods once more. What would happen if he scared you off? Or should he do something that would push you away? The Deity refuses to consider such things.

“Good!” You reply with a blinding smile. “I’m glad. We were thinking about traveling to the east today and seeing if we can track down the monsters that seem to be congregating near a town.”

He nods once more, hanging onto your words. The youngest, bless him, comes up to him as well. He would be second to be the least afraid of him. However, the other boys pull him away and he feeds off of their anxious energy. The deity wonders if it has shaped the way the boy sees him.

He reaches out to ruffle his hair and he smiles back at him. The deity allows himself to smile back and he hears you gasp by his side.

“Look at that!” You grin. “The very sun itself has blessed us on this day!”

“Oh please.” The one called ‘Wind’ rolls his eyes.

“You’re just as dazzling as a diamond.” You continue. “Who would have thought you looks so pretty when you smile?”

The deity can feel himself lose his control on the situation. This is too much. Why would you say that? How does he respond to that? Are you like this everyone else?

“Do it again!” You grab onto his arm and swing it around. “Come on, pretty boy, please?”

He can’t help but scoff. Now he knows you’re just toying with him. Still... he can’t get mad at the thought when you’re arguably the most adorable of the group. Besides... the attention is nice. It feels good to be acknowledges in ways other than his destructive nature.

He smiles softly again at your request and you look like you’re won the biggest prize at the fair.

“How come you entertain them?” The youngest pouts. “I could have asked you the same thing and you wouldn’t have done anything.”

The deity can’t help but to laugh. The group freezes at the sound. It’s the first time he’s made a sound. Shaking his head, he bends at the knee and looks The Hero of Winds in the eyes to the best ability that he can.

“I am capable of a great deal of violence that this world no longer needs me to extend.” He says. His deep voice booms in the otherwise quiet camp. It command attention even though he is speaking at a relatively quiet volume. From the corner of his eye, he sees you pause, go red in the face and sit yourself down.

Strange, he’ll figure that out later.

“However-” He continues and smiles more openly. “They amuse me. How could I not amuse them in return?”

Wind bite his lip and sighs. He continues to pout. “Not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.” He chuckles. The deity turns to you and smirks. “Right, Gorgeous?”

You begin to look at everything but him with a deliciously red face and he thinks he’s figured something out.

You cough and bite your lip. “...Yes. Agreed.”

The deity continues to smirk. “Perfect.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #Fierce Deity x reader #I've gotten a lot of FD and First content #have you guys noticed yet? XD #I'm trying to get all the one shots out of the way while working on three headcanon posts and just going down the list of boys #I've got like four or five done #then when most if not all of the one shots are done #I'll return to our regular programming of splitting up the asks

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Tattoos and Tissues pt 3!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie goes to Steve's place to take care of his florist boyfriend who has fallen ill. CW: Mess, inducing, stuffy talk, illness, mentions of erections and adult themes/kink, Steve has the kink and Eddie likes indulging Word Count: 4.3k Author Note: I did it! I finished it! I finished a fic! Holy fuck! No one ever let me do this again... I am absolutely going to do this to myself again no questions, I just suck at pacing myself lmao. Honestly, the first draft was WAY more Adult lol But also I don't want this to be the end of this AU. I just don't wanna do another 3-part fic, I wanna do little mini fics or drabbles if ideas happen tbh. Regardless, enjoy. I am aware not all things resolve, but hey that's why it can be something cute and small and on-going, right? Eddie - bold Steve - Italics MINORS DNI

whats your address?

What? Why?

because i come baring gifts, Harrington. address, please, so i can figure out where the hell im going im so lost

413 Building D Maple Glen Apartments just off Terrace Street. I’ll buzz you in, just come up to the fourth floor, and I’ll be poking my head out.

When Eddie showed up at Building D of Maple Glen Apartments and saw he had four flights of stairs to climb, he decided he was going to strangle Steve instead of nurse him back to health. He adjusted the bags of goodies for Steve in his hands and began the climb up to the fourth floor. The top floor, of course. 

As he reached the top and exited the stairwell, he spotted Steve poking his head into the hallway as promised. Sure, Eddie was panting, but Steve looked wrecked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his nose was bright cherry red at the tip and rims, and the rest of his face was pale. 

“Jesus H. Christ, you weren’t kidding… You really are sick, huh?” Eddie said in a soft, somewhat concerned tone as he approached Steve.

The other’s pale cheeks seemed to flush up a dark shade of red at Eddie’s words. “What id the world are you doi’g here, Eddie?” Steve asked in a congested and raspy voice that made Eddie wince in sympathy for his throat. 

Instantly, Eddie went digging in his bags for the bag of cough drops. “Please suck on one of those, Harrington. Talking sounds like it hurts. And they’ve got menthol-y stuff in ‘em. It’ll help your nose, c’mon lemme in.” He shoulders his way into Steve’s apartment before the other can stop him. 

“Eddie!” Steve rasped out before turning away from the other to cough harshly into his arm. “You dod’t wadt to be id here, you’ll get s-siiih… IXXGH’T! Sick.” There had been just enough time for Steve’s hand to shoot up and pinch his nose to stifle what sounded like a powerful and still just barely restrained sneeze. It made Eddie wince to think how it must have hurt his ears. 

There was a scoff from the curly-haired tattoo artist, who was already unpacking his bag of goodies on the nearby countertop. At the same time, Steve shut the door, not protesting anymore. “Bless you and puhhh-lease. I don’t get sick, Steve. Munson Constitution. Allergies? Yes. Sick? No. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. Wait-” He frowned as he tried to dig up the memory. “I think it was like 8th grade? And I had the flu? I dunno; Uncle Wayne came home to me curled up asleep in the empty tub with a fever. He couldn’t find me for like twenty minutes.” 

There was a mildly concerned but still somewhat fond smile on Steve’s face. “You’re a bess, Budsod.” He sniffled thickly and grabbed a tissue from the box beside the couch where it looked like Steve had taken up residence. A nest of blankets, a pillow from his bed, crumpled tissues surrounding the nest, and a few empty water bottles. “But seriously, you should go. Robid high-tailed it out of here to Dadcy’s the seco’d she heard I was sick.”

“All the more reason for me to stay!” Eddie chirped, stepping back to show Steve the menagerie of sick supplies he’d brought. “Not that you need a babysitter, and if you seriously wanna be left alone to your misery, I get it, but…” He side-stepped a little closer to bump their shoulders together. “I never liked being alone while sick.” He admits softly.

The little bump made Steve’s lips twitch, and Eddie counted it as a win. Then Steve moved forward to have a look at the supplies. “Jesus, you didd’t have to get b’me all this…”

Eddie pats Steve on the back as he moved with him, eyes scanning over the cold/flu meds, a couple cans of chicken noodle soup, some bottles of Gatorade, the cough drops he’d mentioned earlier, and even- “Those fucking dissolvable shower disks are evil, Harrington. That’s your treat if you’re a good boy and take your meds, deal?” He said with a smirk growing on his face now.

A sputtering noise from Steve turned into a coughing fit almost right away, bad enough that Eddie was rubbing his back through the end of it. “W-What the hell does that bead?” He choked out, eyes wide. “If they’re evil thed, why did you bri’g theb?”

A laugh escaped Eddie, who was now taking Steve’s hands to guide him back to the couch, settling the sick man down to wrap him back up in blankets. “Because they work and because you will probably love it.” He said playfully and hesitated momentarily, trying not to overthink it before pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “Not warm.” He whispered softly.

Steve let out an almost shuddering-sounding sigh like he was just happy to be touched. To be taken care of for once. They’d only started getting to know each other but had been texting a bit. With all those teens he babysat, Eddie could believe it. Between work, babysitting, and probably taking care of things at the apartment with his roommate… when did Steve get time to care for himself? No wonder he got sick, Eddie thought. 

“What do you say to some daytime cold meds, a cough drop, some Gatorade, and I’ll heat you up a can of soup in a bit?” Eddie asked Steve softly, running his fingers delicately through the other man’s messy bedhead. It was as if Steve was a cat, utterly leaning into the touch despite how sick he must feel with how he looked. 

There was a nod from Steve, so Eddie took that to mean go ahead with his plan. “Kinda glad to see you keep work at work.” He admits to Steve in a casually playful way while grabbing Steve a Gatorade and some pills. “Would’ve sucked if we were both sneezing our heads off- bless you, by the way.”

As Eddie spoke, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker, and his eyes were unfocused in a classic pre-sneeze hang-up. “Ixx’TSH! IXGh’t! Oh god… I’b dot godda be able to stifle those buch lo’ger…” Steve mutters with a much soupier-sounding sniffle than Eddie expected for some pretty well-stifled sneezes. 

Nevertheless, Eddie pulled his bandana from his back pocket and swatted Steve with it before offering it out to him. “Here. Stop stifling then, jackass. Didn’t see me stifling for you, hm?” He pointed out, handed over the meds and drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.” 

Steve caught the bandana and gave Eddie an appreciative smile for the soft fabric against his nose. “Ugh, fide if it gets you to shut up.” He teased, punctuated by a weak cough after downing the meds. Then he grabs a menthol lozenge. After popping it into his mouth, Steve’s eyebrows raise. “I was expecti’g that to taste worse… cad defiditely still taste the bedthol…” He admits with a slight sniffle.

“Sorry… what were you sayi’g earlier?” Steve asked with another little sniffle as he settled on the couch, pressing the bandana to his nose some more. There’s the slightest flush that wasn’t there a little bit ago. Eddie would’ve remembered if it had been there or not. It’s too cute, barely spreading over his cheekbones and nose tip. 

Eddie was knocked out of his daydreaming by remembering he had to answer Steve. “Huh? Oh- thanking you for your lack of plants. That’s all.” He jokes and shakes his head. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to get a break from being the sneezy one.” He teased.

A quiet, albeit raspy, chuckle escapes Steve while he sucks on the lozenge. “Ab I givi’g you a rud for you b-buhh…bodey yet? Or do I deed to snff let byself sdeeze bore for that?” With all the stopping to sniffle and how his nose seemed to be tickling, Eddie got the idea the menthol in the lozenge was working on Steve’s sinuses. 

“Well, I think you’re doomed to sneeze more soon either way, big boy.” Eddie teased as he watched the other man’s expression fall again into that pre-sneeze desperation. 

Still, Steve seemed to want to deny himself release. “D-D’noh idea… w-whhaahat you bead, Eds-” His breath was beginning to hitch dangerously now, coming closer and closer to its inevitable crescendo. 

Eddie took Steve’s hands, “Don’t stifle, Steve… just sneeze. It’s okay.” He urged the other, getting the feeling it was far more than just a matter of Steve not wanting to spread germs. Like he was still embarrassed and shy.

“Oh, okaaehh-! AeISHHue! HeiiISHhuh! Ngh- Ugh… Oh fuck. Still tickles.” Steve admits, scrunching and wriggling his nose in all sorts of ways Eddie found altogether too damn endearing. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and dropped down onto the couch with Steve. “Come here, sniffles.” And he can plainly see that has an effect on Steve from where he sits now. Steve’s breath catches, and there’s the slightest tent to the front of his Hawkins High Swim Team gray sweatpants. Whoever designed those pants for the swim team, Eddie could kiss them. “Oh, you like that?” He purred.

A shaky sort of breath left Steve, but Eddie wasn’t quite sure if it was from being teased or still needing to sneeze. Though Steve moved a bit closer, his eyes were watering a little now with the irritation that wouldn’t budge. “O-oh god, cobe o-ohhhih-!” Even with as desperate of a hitch as it sounded, Steve still faltered into sniffles and groaned. 

The curly-haired man looked at Steve with an exceptionally soft pout, one of distinct sympathy. “You want some help with that? Seriously, that looks like torture.” He tilted his head when Steve sniffled, and his eyes widened at Eddie’s offer. 

“I’b sorry, what’d you just ask, b’me?” Steve asked, like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing correctly. He was still rubbing his nose against the cuff of his hoodie; Eddie wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or fighting off the tickle anymore. 

Eddie raised a brow at Steve in confusion, “Do you need help with that stuck sneeze? You’re starting to look more miserable than me peak allergy season, Stevie.” He teased, watching as the other continued staring at him like a deer in headlights until it clicked for Eddie, and he had his lightbulb moment. “Wait! Does that turn you on?” He asked, sounding utterly delighted to have figured out how to get Steve going to the point where he was nearly speechless.

Instantly, Steve was sputtering, and it caused a few coughs to escape him. “Oh by god, you cad’t just say thi’gs like that to b’me, Eds…” He complained, leaning back against the couch to tip his head back while rubbing at his nose some more. “Fuck… ugh, bay- maehh… hehih-!” And once again, Eddie watched him wind up, only for nothing to happen. 

“Sooo…?” Eddie prompted and gave a vague wave of his hand as if gesturing Steve to continue. 

It was truly remarkable how red Steve’s face could flush, Eddie thought as he watched the lighter brunette make the internal debate. “Fide. Jesus, we practically flirt all the tibe adyway.” He reached forward to snatch a tissue, twisting the corner into a point.

Eddie’s brows furrowed as he watched in utter confusion while Steve strangled the tissue. “Okay, I gotta ask… what the fuck are you doing?” 

“I’b- ihhih… ugh, I’b baki’g sobethi’g for you to i’duce b’me.” He explained before handing the tissue, now twisted to a neatly pointed tip, over to Eddie. “Probably wod’t get bore thad ode use out of it because I’b all coldish, but iihh-! it should do the trick.”

After accepting the new tool, Eddie turned to face Steve more as he started to get the idea. “Ohh, I think I get it. Okay. Never actually thought to use a tissue like this, honestly.” He admits before smirking a little. This was Steve’s kink, and well… he wanted to perform for him a little. Make it fun for him. 

He trails the very tip of the twisted-up tissue end over the tip of Steve’s red nose and watches as his nostrils flare in response to even just that. “Jesus, someone’s sensitive.” It was just a stray comment. Sometimes, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but judging by how Steve’s hips suddenly squirmed, he really enjoyed it. 

A grin split across Eddie’s face, and he suddenly moved to straddle Steve’s lap, “Think I need a better position for this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and winked at his boyfriend, who was now bright red as he looked up at him. Eddie eased down to sit more in Steve’s lap, which caused the other man to groan softly. 

“Sure, E-Eddie…” Steve stuttered out, but this time, it clearly had nothing to do with his sensitive nostrils that Eddie was already getting back to teasing. “You cad go i-ihhh idside…” 

That made the darker-haired man raise his brows in mild surprise, but he nodded, gently slipping the tip of the tissue into Steve’s nose. He gently twirled the tissue curiously, which had Steve instantly gasping beneath him, and Eddie’s dick twitched at just how powerful he felt for a brief moment.

The twirl seemed to do the trick because Steve’s nostrils flared out, and his eyes fluttered closed with another desperate, hitching breath. Eddie’s hand shot back with the tissue still clutched between his fingers, the twisted tip now all damp and limp despite its short adventure. 

“Ihh… IXXTISHHUE!! HEIIISHUE! Uh… Hupt’IISHHuh… ugh oh by god…” Steve groaned out after the sneezes. The first two burst forth with a sudden intensity Eddie hadn’t been expecting at all. The lighter-haired brunette hastily grabbed a tissue to press to his face, cleaning himself up while a blush spread across his neck and cheeks. “Fuck that’s so e’barassi’g.” He whispered, but Eddie could feel Steve’s erection pressing firmly against him. 

The ease with which Eddie could get Steve so hard he was pressing up against him like that even while he was under the weather was borderline intoxicating. It didn’t matter that Steve had snapped right forward to sneeze, the spray misting briefly against Eddie’s forearm and stomach.

“Bless you, hey… it’s alright. You’re sick; gotta get that gunk outta you. Maybe a shower with one of those disks would be a good idea, actually… clear out some of that congestion, huh?” He offered and grabbed Steve another tissue to replace the one he’d just about soaked through by now.

Little, congested snuffles were coming from Steve constantly as Eddie sat back in his lap to let him tend to his leaking nose. “Baybe…” Steve relented a little, still seeming shy, and wiped away the tears at the edges of his eyes from sneezing. His sinuses were so utterly full it was hard not to tear up with every sneeze. “What uh… what exactly do they eved do? Dever really tried theb before.”

At that, Eddie perked up and grinned at Steve before moving out of his lap. “Oh, you’re gonna love this- c’mon, sniffles. Let’s get you in the nice warm shower with one of those disks then.” He slid backward off of Steve’s lap carefully. He offered his hands to pull him up, ensuring Steve was steady on his feet before grabbing one of said shower disks and being led to the bathroom. 

The bathroom was admittedly a little small for two people. Eddie wasn’t sure how Steve and his roommate managed it, but he went about getting the disk out of the packaging. Of course, the moment the menthol scent hit him, his eyes watered, and his nose prickled, making him pause to rub roughly at it with his hand.

A sudden hand on his arm made him pause, blinking over at Steve, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. “I cad oped it?” He offers softly, but Eddie takes a moment to look at him. Steve looks exhausted and sick, sure, but his pupils are wide and lust-blown. That hard-on from the couch is still half-present and painfully evident in those gray sweatpants, too.

“I got it, sweethhheart.” Eddie assures, wiggling the disk as his own breath tries to hitch, and he lets it for once. In fact, Eddie sniffs slightly, which only irritates his sensitive nose more, so his nostrils twitch and flare. “Told you… you’ll l-love.. thhhh… hEXZT’Shiew! Whew! Okay. You’ll love these.” And without another moment to waste, Eddie sets the little disk in the shower for Steve with a wink. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Finally, Eddie sees Steve’s unfiltered reaction to one of his sneezes, similar to in the library. It was as if the poor man had completely bluescreened briefly before rebooting. Pupils wide and lust blown as he stared at Eddie, who still rubbed his nose. “Uh… yeah, so just… shower like dorbal?” he asked with another soupy sniffle and began to pull off his shirt, already starting to shiver.

Suddenly, Eddie’s throat felt dry as Steve began undressing with him in the bathroom, and he nodded. “Yep. That’s the idea. It’ll dissolve, and the scent will help clear out your sinuses. Want me to go sit on the couch and wait?” 

With his pants still on, Steve was reaching forward to crank the water as hot as it would go, still sniffling. “Uhm… ki’da… ki’da dizzy actually? Could you baybe like… keep close? Id case I deed you?” There was a quiet plea in Steve’s voice, the request coming out awkward and stunted like he wasn’t used to asking for help. 

Something in it tugged on Eddie’s shriveled heart, and he looked up at Steve with a soft expression. “Yeah, Stevie. I can stay. I’ll turn around so you can strip and get in, deal? Deal.” He agreed, tucking himself into the corner by the sink to stare at the wall. There was a good deal of shuffling behind him before he heard the shower curtain and the spray of water finally being interrupted. 

The menthol scent from the shower disk was already making Eddie’s nose twitch and tingle, so he closed the toilet seat lid, going to sit down on it. “Remember what I said earlier? We’re trying to get that gunk out of you, man. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get to see me peak allergy s-seeh-season, and you’ll get it.”

His idle chatter as Steve showered made the man give a quiet grunt. “You sure?” Steve’s voice was tired, nervous, and still congested, but it already sounded a little better than before. 

“P-Positiihh-“ But just as Eddie had been about to respond, his breath hitched dangerously, and his hand flung up to cover his mouth and nose. “IXT’SHiew! Ugh, positive! Sorry, sensitive nose.” Eddie admitted with a little sniffle and scrunched his nose up to try and dispel that tingling sort of itch. It wasn’t like his usual allergic itch, just maddening enough to make his sinuses wonder what was in the air to react to. “Hit’SHZiew! Snf! Motherfucker. It’s supposed to make you sneeze, not me!” 

A laugh escaped Steve, turning into some productive-sounding coughs that had Eddie grimacing in sympathy. “Give m’be a m’bidute, dod’t worry.” He assured, sniffling a little as the shower disk worked its magic while he went through his usual shower routine. 

It was barely a minute later when the bathroom had gone oddly quiet. “Heh… Gonna- HEIKTshuh! HI’TShue! Eh… ET’SHHue! HN’kt!” The last one sounded strange, and Eddie blinked a few times, wondering what in the hell Steve had done to make it sound like that. 

“You good, man?” Eddie checked in softly, almost tempted to peek over the shower curtain just to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or anything.

A shaky breath left Steve, and Eddie saw one of his hands come up to grab the shower curtain rod for support. “Uh-huh… snff! Yeah, just-” Another little groan came from the lighter brunette, and Eddie felt worry fluttering in his ribcage like a frightened bird. “Dizzy… m’okay. Rad out of breath od that last sdeeze…” 

Something like a little cough slipped out of Steve, and Eddie stood to put a hand on top of Steve’s that had a white knuckle grip on the shower curtain rod. “Maybe it’s time to rinse off and get out, yeah? I’ll get your towel and look away so you can hop out.” He encouraged, already moving, to grab the fluffy maroon towel and hold it open. 

Only a few moments later, Steve sounded like he’d rinsed off, but then there was a soft catch of breath just above the spray before- “HeXT’SHHuh! EXT’SHHUE! Hihh… IXT’SHHuh IT’SHH! Oh by god…” If anything, Steve’s tone sounded exasperated, but the sneezes had sounded productive. “You were right. About the shower disk.” He groaned, and Eddie could hear the shower spray being disrupted again, making him smile a little before the water shut off.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re sick, y’know that?” Eddie said as he shut his eyes, turning his face as he held out the towel for Steve. “I mean- you’re adorable in general, don’t get me wrong! But like… I dunno, man. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanna make sure you’re looked after.” 

There was another brief pause, and the continued silence as he felt Steve press into the towel had Eddie’s anxiety spiking. He wrapped the towel around the other’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze there. As the silence dragged on, Eddie felt a need to fill it, “Sorry, is that weird? I don’t wanna like- infantilize you or anything. I just… I wanna drag you to bed, wrap you in blankets, get you whatever you need until you feel better, y’know?”

“Would you lay with me?” Steve asked suddenly, voice right in front of him, and it shocked Eddie so much that his eyes snapped open. 

In front of him stood Steve. Hair dripping wet still, the towel now around his waist, and droplets of water running down his sinfully pretty chest. A more perverse part of Eddie had the intrusive thought of licking the water off him. Steve still had dark circles under his eyes, but those eyes were bright and pleading. “Of course I will, Stevie. We can get comfy and lay together as long as you want.”

Visibly, Steve’s shoulders relaxed, and he nodded with an almost pleading expression, pulling at his brows and lips. “Yes, please? That sounds- snf! fantastic.” He lifted a towel corner to dab at his sensitive, red nostrils with a bit of a wince. “Ugh, ow.”

With a little purse of his lips, Eddie made a sympathetic noise. “Nose all raw?” he asked, reaching out to open the bathroom door so Steve could lead the way to his bedroom. “I didn’t think to get any Vaseline; sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay. This always happens when I get si-ihh…. Ihih-!” Halfway down the short hallway, Steve paused with one hand on the wall as his breath began to hitch and his eyes fluttered. “Oh no come o-ohhhhh-!” Eddie watched as Steve’s hand hovered in front of his face, expression utterly helpless and slack before suddenly exploding. “IX’TSH! HiISHHue! Snf! Ugh- sorry.”

A little chuckle came from Eddie, who just shook his head, “I am the last one you have to go apologizing to for sneezing.” He assured Steve and put a hand on his lower back as he followed him. 

It didn’t take long for Steve to be dressed in some boxers and a sweatshirt since he was cold after his shower. Without even thinking about it, Eddie began pulling off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes. The sudden sensation of fingers against his back made Eddie jump a little, and his head whipped around to find Steve tracing the dice tattoos along his spine. 

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie asked in amusement as he finally kicked off his shoes to lie down beside Steve. He wiggled out of his dark pants, which got tossed to the floor as well, leaving him in boxers. Most of his upper half was covered in tattoos at this point. 

Some kind of sleepy slight hum came out of Steve, slightly congested again but not enough to hamper his speech yet. “They’re pretty. Your tattoos. Did you do them yourself?” He asked curiously, and his hand now strayed curiously over the large moth just below Eddie’s sternum. 

Eddie adjusted himself to get the blankets wrapped around them both, making sure Steve was tucked in properly before tossing the blankets over his legs. “Some smaller ones, yeah. Because I’m an idiot. Don’t tattoo yourself, Stevie. I mean it.” There’s amusement and a warning, but he leans to press his lips to Steve’s forehead again. Both checking his temperature and enjoying the simple intimacy. “Chrissy did a lot of them. Gareth, one or two, actually.”

This time, the hum from Steve was more distant, and when Eddie looked, he saw the other man was nearly asleep, tucked against him. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. You need it. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Taking a deep, slow breath, Steve let out a long and decidedly sleepy sigh through his mouth. His nose was still a little too congested for such things. “Promise? You won’t leave?”

Something physically hurt inside Eddie to think once upon a time; Steve might’ve been in a similar spot, vulnerable and left completely alone when he didn’t want to be. “I’ll be here. I promise.” Eddie moved his hand to find one of Steve’s, interlocking their pinkies so he could squeeze the other man’s tight before bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I’m here, Steve.”

The reassurance was all he needed. Steve was out like a light, soft little congested snores sounding against Eddie’s shoulder as they cuddled beneath the blankets in the cozy queen-sized bed. And really… Eddie couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be. 

#ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #snzblr #snz #snzfic #bex's snz writing #snzfucker #tattoos and tissues #tw mess #tw inducing

[delta-pavonis]

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Im so curious for that Hob 👀👀

Bless you for asking about my OC. *pets Sandro* None of this has been published yet.

This is gonna be in the middle-ish of my WIP, so background is that Hob found out that someone who sounds like his Stranger is being kept in a basement back in the UK. He heads back to Sicily to get the gear he literally buried when he left Cosa Nostra and who is driving the car that picks him up? Well, of course it is Alessandro, the Capo's son and Hob's ex. Sandro refuses to let Hob go out on a murderous rampage on his own, so now they are holed up in a safehouse in Amsterdam working out a plan of attack for their descent on Fawney Rig. Their past catches up with them. Okay okay okay. I know this is supposed to be SOFT. But this *IS* soft, for these two. 😅 A bit NSFT, a bit of an old D/s relationship, a bit of dark Hob. (The prompt is 'it made me think of you.')

Hob is hunched over the far side of the dining room table, hands holding the edge, elbows locked so that he forms a large triangle in the darkness of the pre-dawn morning. The red-orange glow of the cigarette that hangs from his lips is the only light other than what comes in the open window from the moon. Sandro knows that there are maps and blueprints and photographs scattered across the table's surface, but there is no way Hob can truly see them with so little light.

Sandro slides out of bed, doesn't bother to put on clothing, and opens the glass French doors that allowed him to see Hob from their bedroom in the first place. He plasters himself across Hob's bare back, hooking his chin on Hob's shoulder. "Come back to bed, Bettino. All you are doing right now is risking burning a hole in one of the blueprints when you forget about your cigarette." Sliding around to Hob's side, Sandro plucks the offending item from Hob's lips and takes a long drag.

"That'll kill you, you know." Hob speaks but doesn't move other than to turn his head to Sandro as the younger man leans against the table. It makes his profile catch in the moonlight and if Sandro could engrave that image onto the insides of his eyelids he would.

Instead he takes another drag and blows the smoke up towards the ceiling. He knows the moonlight will illuminate the stretch of his chest, making the eagle that soars around his shoulder and across one pectoral shine silver and gold. "I hope I live long enough for lung cancer to kill me."

Hob makes a scolding noise with his tongue, grabbing the cigarette and pinching the lit end between his fingertips, snuffing it out before flicking it away into the darkness of the room. With a large sweep of his arm Hob shoves papers aside and then lifts Sandro by the hips to sit on the edge of the table, nudging himself between Sandro's knees. He grabs high on Sandro's thighs, pawing possessively. "You're with me now. You don't get to say shit like that anymore." Sandro looks away but Hob leans in, nuzzling just beneath the corner of Sandro's jaw. "No, no. Don't doubt me now. You said you wanted out. So I will get you out. Guaranteed. You know that there is no one who can best me. I haven't been out of the Business that long."

Sandro doesn't look back to Hob, just closes his eyes and gulps, trying to swallow down his building tears with it. It still doesn't feel real, feels too good to be true: Hob came back. Despite everything that happened, Hob is still willing to get him out. Hob will use his skills - skills he very seriously and purposefully abandoned eight years ago - to not only rescue his Stranger, but also to protect Sandro.

"Alessandro," Hob's voice is low and careful, his touch gentle on Sandro's chin as he turns the younger man to him. He searches Sandro's face and whatever he finds colors his warm brown eyes with determination. "Tell me why the tattoo on your thigh is globe amaranth and pink and green carnations and coral honeysuckle and dog rose. You have avoided my question three times since we left Palermo."

He feels dizzy with the change in topic, but Sandro suspects Hob has purposefully tried to spring it on him when he is vulnerable. He has just enough of his wits left to keep eye contact while staying silent.

Hob pulls Sandro roughly by hip and thigh, jerking him forward so he hits Hob's body and stays pressed there. "You know I lived through Victorian England. You also know that I worked as a florist in the 1840s and 50s." His voice is sharp, demanding, and Sandro feels a whimper barely crawl its way out of his throat. He could never, ever resist Hob, not for long. Not when he spoke like that. Based on the pounding of his heart, this does not seem to have changed. "But you need to say it, my pretty bird. Let me hear you, bell'uccellino."

That breaks him. Sandro's eyelids droop and he is transported back a decade and he oh-so-willingly obeys. "They make me think of you." His hands find their way over Hob's shoulders and he uses that as leverage to hitch the tattooed thigh in question over Hob's hip. "You left and all I could bring myself to permanently engrave into my body were ways to remember you."

Hob traces the petals of a single flower with the tip of his middle finger, then identifies it without even looking down, as if in the past three days he has already memorized the entire tattoo from hip to knee. "Coral Honeysuckle." His tone brooks no argument.

"Pursue your desires. Experience pleasure." He answers easily and Hob trails his finger to the next species of flower.

"Green carnations."

"Homosexuality." Sandro closes his eyes and lists forward, drawn even closer to Hob.

"Dog rose."

"Pleasure..." He presses his temple to Hob's cheekbone. "and pain." Hob's chest rumbles with a growl.

His lips are brushing Sandro's ear now, his voice dark with command. "Pink carnations."

At this one a sob catches in Sandro's throat, making him choke on the admission. "I'll never forget you. Ardent love..." Sandro arches, neck curving back. "Devoted love."

"And globe amaranth, for immortality. Immortality and?" Hob's voice surrounds him, lilting on the question.

"Unfading love."

Finally - finally - Hob is kissing him, kissing him with wild abandon and feral hunger, kissing him like he should have been kissing him for the past three fucking days. Kissing him like he is supposed to. Kissing Sandro like he owns him.

#Hob can be a little dark here (as a treat) #former Mafia hitman Hob Gadling #Hob Gadling/OC #nsft #old D/s relationship #Hob Gadling #Pavonis writes #prompt meme #prompt game

[jackiesarch]

hello hi im late but. ❤️💔🔺👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 for maura pls :>

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

OPSTIMISTIC — Maura’s the perpetual optimist. She always has been. Even in the midst of a global, apocalyptic outbreak event, she still manages to see the glass half full. It’s probably annoying to some of the people around her, but it’s the reason she survives. It’s the reason she survives the outbreak, survives the Quarantine Zone, survives captivity, and survives running for her life; the light at the end of the tunnel kept her waking up every single morning to face another day.

COMPASSIONATE — There’s good in everyone, Maura thinks — even the people that held her captive and tried to break her spirit. Working as a paramedic (and later as de facto doctor in Jackson) has opened her already giant heart to just about everything. She’s a natural caregiver, even to her own detriment, and all she wants to do is ease suffering. It’s all she’s ever wanted.

SOCIABLE — She just loves people. Like, so much. Maura’s a talker, a conversationalist, a warm presence in a not so warm world. She loves her work, because it means she gets to talk to just about everyone in Jackson at one time or another, and honestly? They’re better off for it too. She makes people feel welcome and wanted, even if just because she knows how to make small talk.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

NAÏVE — As much as her optimism and compassion serves her well, it also opens her up to danger. In all honesty, Maura is incredibly naive. She believes the best of people, even when the best doesn’t exist in them. That bit in Pittsburgh, when Joel and Ellie are flagged down by the hunter pretending to be hurt? Maura believes that. Maura trusts that. And trusting everyone is what gets her held captive by a group of hunters for a little over a decade.

COWARDLY — Maura endures things because she is afraid. Once she’s settled in Jackson, the people who found her ask her why she stayed with the hunters for so long. Why didn’t she run sooner? Why did it take ten years? Why? As embarrassed as she is to admit it, the reason is that she never had the courage to. She allowed herself to be used for so long because she was afraid of what would happen if she tried to leave. That’s not the only example of cowardice getting the better of her, but it’s certainly the biggest — and something she knows she needs to learn from.

SELFLESS — I hate to use something perceived as a “good” trait like this is a job interview, but when I say her selflessness is a negative trait, I mean selflessness in the most unhealthy way. Maura is kind to people and gives whatever she can to help them, but she doesn’t know when to stop. She’s never known when to stop. That viral quote about someone overwatering flowers because they didn’t know when to stop giving? That’s Maura. She’ll drain herself for another person if they let her.

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

God bless her, but not really. Maura is so deeply conflicted averse and for so long didn’t even have access to a weapon that her skills are severely neglected. She did learn basic firearm handling at the beginning of the outbreak when she started working for FEDRA in the QZ, but those skills are so rusty by the time she’s settled in Jackson and made a life for herself that it’s almost as if she never learned at all.

Tommy did teach her how to use a bow, and it definitely suits her more. She just prefers to never have to use it — and lucky for her, she’s never really had to.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Maura’s birth family was always really small. Her mom, Hazel, was a young, single mother, and Maura was her only child. Maura never knew her dad — not even his name — and the only other family member she knew was her grandmother, who passed away when she was a teenager. For a really long time, Maura’s family is just her and her mom. No aunts, no uncles, no cousins. Just her and her mom, and she is deeply close with her mom.

Hazel dies in the initial outbreak (at least Maura thinks she does — she never gets to find out one way or another), and it’s the family she finds that fills the void in her heart.

There’s Zach, a man she meets during her time with the hunters. He’s part of their group, but he doesn’t belong a bit, and he’s ultimately the person who encourages her to escape, even though it means leaving him behind. In a different world, she and Zach would have fallen in love, but this version of reality wasn’t as kind to them. She never sees him again and isn’t sure he’s even alive after her escape.

Tommy quickly becomes her best friend when she finds herself in Jackson, and then, after disgusting amounts of pining, her partner. She marries him five years before the game events, and he is easily the most important puzzle piece of her found family. He’s her everything — confidant, cheerleader, guiding light.

And of course, there’s @corvosattano’s Maxine, who becomes something like a sister to her, and not just because she’s her sister-in-law. Maxine is everything Maura isn’t, and it’s their differences that make them click so well. Maura admires her strength, her courage, her quiet bravery and determination. I don’t think Max would say any of those things about herself ever, but Maura sees them in her, and she loves her for them. (Sorry to wax poetic, Macy. I miss them.)

There’s plenty of other members of that found family, of course, but those three are the ones that shaped her the most. They filled an empty, aching void in her chest when she needed it most.

#hi jackie thank you for this #i uh. i’m sorry it’s so fucking long. #i forget how much i love maura until someone asks about her and then apparently i don’t know how to shut up #anyway. maura be upon ye #oc: maura foster

[soo0mi]

When the sun hits .. — (pt2) 05. coffee is hot but youre hotter 😉🔫

When the sun hits — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

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#UMISOOMI — been listening to lifestyle - homixide all day sum1 help😖😖

sigh “why are they such assholes, why can’t I see the love of my life.?” jeongin looks through the glass pane to see you staring at him. your gaze caused his face to go red and his beating heart to skip. jeongin was nervous to see you, as he was also excited to properly meet you. Especially since he’ll meet you at his favorite cafe in incheon. this was a blessing to the blonde. “thank god i’ll finally get to meet you, yn.” his frown turns into a warm smile. “oh my fucking god.” you say under your breath, “what the fuck is he doing here.” you shuffle, looking for a mirror nearby. you, at least, want to look good when you serve the boy you’ve been thinking about these past few days. he was getting closer and closer as your face felt hotter by the minute. ever since he entered the cafe, the room felt warmer, your heartbeat was getting faster, and you found yourself playing with your fingers. the clacking noise the soles made against the porcelain floors were oddly satisfying to you but every step he took, you felt like dying. “okay, lets see..” jeongin was standing 2 feet away from you, his eyes skimming through the menu displayed on top of you. his gold rimmed glasses were resting on his nose bridge, his face was so angelic from this angle. his dimples are so deep, it felt like you fell in love with him for the second time. he was wearing a black hoodie layered with a white northface puffer jacket. a thin silver chain adorned his neck, silver rings perfectly sat on his fingers. his blonde hair smelt like vanilla. “hello,” jeongin exclaims, “could i get an americano?” “uh yeah sorry, is that all for today?” you ring up his order in the cafe’s register. “that’ll be all for now, thank you.” his eye smile appears, you wanted to scream so bad but you wouldn’t want to deafen the customers. “alright, your order will be ready soon, thank you for choosing cafe mirae!” you grab an espresso shot near the machine and place the pod in it. while grabbing the hot water, your arm accidentally brushed past the burning kettle. “OW SHIT.” you accidentally yell, loud enough that jeongin could hear. “oh my god, are you okay???” he gets closer to the register, “do you need a husband to take care of that burn??” whispering to himself. “i’ll be fine, thank you.” you get back to work after you take a damp paper towel and place it on the burn. “did he say what I think he said.>?” you turn your back and blush horridly. ‘What the fuck did i just say. FUCK I HOPE SHE DIDN”T HEAR THAT.” covering his panicked face, “are you sure? I think i have some aloe in my car.” he’s so cute when he’s worried. you thought to yourself, “if you don’t mind, thank you!” “what the fuck just happened.” the group of 10 questions themselves, “did ya’ll hear that.” theo refers to jeongin’s husband comment “im gonna kill myself.” jungwon exclaims. __ cafe mirae’s outdoor dining area (19:44) “hi, i brought your coffee!” you walk up to his car parked by the sidewalk. “ah, thank you,” shuffling through his bag in the passenger's seat, “what’s your name btw? you never told me.” “It’s soo y/n, yours?” “found it, my name is yang jeongin, nice to meet you, yn!” he motions you to sit down at the tables. “my name sounds so pretty when he says it.. but why am i getting a weird feeling that someone is watching us..” you shrug it off as nothing, “nice to meet you too, jeongin!” greeting him with a smile, “thank you so much for helping me, seriously.” “don’t worry too much about it, be safer next time, yn-ah” you felt your heart skip a beat when he says it. “sorry, jeongin-ah,” he purses his lips, “ill be safer.” “oh, i forgot i needed to go somewhere,” he checks his phone time, 19:50, “ill see you next time then, stay safe, pretty!” he swiftly exits. “p..pretty..” you cover your burning cheeks

you had completely forgotten about the fact that hid a note on jeongin’s cup and 10 people staring at you through the window, waiting for the juicy details. “sigh, theyre a pain in the ass.” you cant help but giggle.

me and whoooo 💔💔

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#jeongin x reader #stray kids smau #yang jeongin #le sserafim #enhypen

[blazingstarship]

Free gush pass, talk about Yusei >:33

OH MY RA TH-THANKS💖💖

Okay I just jwjdkekmd gonna typ and just see what happen. Prepare for a novel…

Lets see him yeah Yusei, just like the meaning behind is name like it got explained in the series too and think is need. Also he smart like so smart and sometimes Im like he super smart I kinda feel dumb next to him tho he just put it like “Hey you are smart! Im just a nerd.” And he knows that will put a smile on my face as he continued that everyone is smart in their own way and he is proud of what I have accomplished.

Uhmm blue. Gosh I love this blue shirt of him like so freaking much like bless bless they give him this shirt its my favorite fancy shirt to see him in and he knows how much I like blue. Tho its not “physical impossible” I love blue roses, lots like so much with as second peony’s and galaxy petunia’s (they remind me of yusei’s eyes). Tho every flower Yus gets me makes me swoon but one day he offered me a red rose. I was such a confused mess he never gave a red one ever. “Well red ones stands for love and I though it was the perfect time to give you one.” What a cute baka.

Talking about blue. I just uhm oh I try not to get into vent but like ever compared a duel monster which will suit yourself? Well Yusei tried to be funny when I asked what duel monster I reminded him of (hoping for a powerful nice monster, idk maybe Stardust high hopes hehe). He just answered winged kuriboh….”Why?”

Cause my bed hair reminded him of a kuriboh and to be a little sappy just “and the wings cause of your *pidge days back in satellite.”

*a pidge was a person to bring the illegal goods people request to get outside satellite.

Great I was the Judai 2.0 (no offense Judai is my spirit animal) but he could have said “like Silver Midnight or spark like Solar Blaze…” oh yeah the living dream. Kuri kuri. Cant complain to the guy cause his life line is “there is no useless card”…

“You asked me what card reminded me of you and it was Winged Kuriboh.”

“Yeah…so?”

“You never asked what card value me of you.”

“Is there a difference in that?”

“Yes. Cause you mean to me as much as Stardust Dragon. You are like the Blue Eyes White Dragon to me, you are three in a thousands, millions of cards.”

“Omg Yus…thats so cheesy.”

“Yeah but you love it.”

“Im a mess right now. Im the winged kuriboh worth like a blue eyes white dragon. I cant stop smiling.”

“Now Im curious, what monster do I remind you of?”

“Oh easy. Junk Kuriboh. Kuri Kuri.”

“Arent you hilarious.”

“But with the heart of a warrior. So kinda Kuriboh the Junk Warrior.”

“You just made that up.”

“Yes! Means you are ultra rare cause no one has the card.”

“Sappy.”

“You are my tuff warrior.”

You know what else is cute? Yusei trying to pronounce words in my language gosh thats so darn cute. (I was the first one who said “I love you”…in dutch…cause I didnt want him to know cause it was really early and the moment felt like that and I started saying it anytime I left him as a secret reminder he is loved…without him actual knowing what I said.)

When he found out what I was saying all this time he was “So any time we said goodbye, any time we aparted or on the phone…you said you love me!?”

“….yes?”

He was a mess. He uhm couldn’t speak or even look at me for minutes.

“Ya okay?”

“I am trying to remember when you started saying it.”

“Two months after our date at the parking tower…on a thuesday…you worked on the new module for the WRGP…I had picked up me the repaired laptop for school…it was before Marco picked up the parts that werent usefull anymore for the prototype engine…”

“That long ago!?”

“I guess so.”

“Ik hou van jou.”

“YUSEI! Dont say that so suddenly!”

“You think I haven’t practiced?”

What more what more.

I have some cheesy petnames I like to call Yusei in a loving mood like Yubear. I love plushies, snuggled and with plushies you can snuggle. So a teddybear and Yusei….Yubear💖 I love hug him and snuggle up to him and just get so relaxed if he let me. Another petname is Moppie💖 Moppie is just a dutch version of bae or honey or sweety…but specially Moppie cause of his mop of hair, when I ruff it and kiss him on his cheek and call him my sweet Moppie💖 also babe…cause hes a babe💖

#❤️our future is written in the stars #✨blazing answers #✨kenna tag #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK GUSH PASS!!! #it really turned into a novel i cant whoops🙈

[caitlinposs]

today i got pissed the fuck off because my mom was 15 minutes late picking me up from school. petty right. i guess i could say im a woman of routine, break it and you’ll face my wrath. in a state of extensive frustration and anger, i become insanely passive aggressive towards everyone. my sight is blinded red. probably the only time you’ll see so much meanness emitting out of me. this anger wasn’t directed towards my mom—more directed to the situation. it would be cruel if i blamed her for it but i prob gave off that vibe anyway. all that runs through my head is why lord why must u curse me on this blessed day why did this have to happen what did i do to deserve this wrath what the hell do i do now. it just sucks when the daily isn’t the good daily. i have a bad habit of letting the anger get to me when im inconvenienced.

another trait of this anger makes me want to bury myself in a deep pit. really bad. i have a demented urge to have my last breath while in a state of anger. i hate frustration i hate it so much i wish i could burn it whyyyy am i so sensitive? how the fuck do i turn frustration off it seems impossible. how do people control it. i guess i hate it so much which makes me start hating myself.

im just thinking about one of those animes where the soulmate saves the main character from transforming into a demon by hugging them & they feel that unconditional love and revert back to normal. that’s how i wanna feel. if someone had hugged me like that and touched me with genuine love, maybe i wouldn’t have been so angry. but that’s a lot to ask for so wbatever

take me on next time you appear. i swear i’ll be stronger

#dear diary #short essay #writing #writers on tumblr #journal #writeblr #diary entry #journal entry

[jude-thedude98]

If you ask me

how can one write about the Fall

when it's spring, and everything

is blossoming?

Simple.

I lead you

to my head -

where life is full of constant dread.

See in my life,

my life the only thing that blossoms is my body

just as it rises from the bed like a "good morning sunshine", mantra.

But as soon as my eyes waken,

my anxiety and life is shaken right back

into this normality

that has been taken me

a while to breathe in, every day.

And i refrain from saying taking

cause just like the Spring

the flowers, the birds, and the bees are taking

their sweet ol' time

in making sure my day is either hellacious

or outrageously contagious.

Im talking allergies, in case younmissed that placement.

But even in blessings things will fall.

So why or

how,

can I write about a season that doesn't come until after the hottest of them all?

Simple, I say.

When Autumn comes

you are expected for things to fall;

branches, leaves, and hearts

(after all, that is cuffing season).

But no one expects bodies to fall,

minds to fall,

tears to fall

-

in the spring.

Because (once again) after all,

the sun is shining.

But what happens when

the rain that showers April

May be the flowers on your face?

Blossoming dosgrace, regret, and dare i say it?

Hatred.

See, i used to hate red.

Like a bull

when i see red

I get angry.

Not for no metaphorical reason

other than the season

that everyone keeps telling me.

Blood is thicker than friends.

And,

if so?

Why is it the most rare leaf to see is red?

Or why is it that the color red is the "same color as a valentine's heart"?

See,

I find it funny

that people think I'm a dummy.

Like just because its Monday and I was born on one,

somehow,

you think that because blood is the color of red

that I'm supposed to

Fall,

for your cochemamy shenanigans.

As though, I am to Fall

for your Springing

actions

of the blossoming of the rose —

but, no.

Just as we all know,

the scent of a rose isn't as heavenly as one once told.

So, no.

I refuse

to Fall

for attractions

of thorny branches,

just because they are

beautifully in fold.

So i say,

when i write about the Fall

in the Spring,

know that i amr

writing

about the emotions

that continue to fall without any season change.

Nature 'n' such

By Cocoa the poet

#polycule #poetry community #nature poem #mental health poem #poems by cocoa the poet

[booyouimcrazy]

Taking Space

It’s rare to feel this light. 

Today i came back to say goodbye properly, before I disappeared.  Over the last couple of days i’ve REALLY been in my thoughts about you. 

They have gone up, down, and every other direction imaginable. 

I just opened the door after Vignesh left as well, and as I did, i couldnt help but think I feel less sad now than I did before. Like the last few days have felt like absolute mammothian bullshit personally, cause of the thought of losing you.

I've put myself through all the possible thoughtframes.

It not being the right time. (Will it ever be? Battling myself for thinking I want there to be.)

You not wanting a relationship. (Will you ever? Could I change you? Battling myself to say I shouldnt be basing a future relationship on wanting to change you, that's apparently a red flag.)

Us being really good in a couple sense (Like, really though, we have a tendency of being really well behaved as a couple, it's only on the inside that we argue quite a bit.)

Seeing all these reels talk about setting expectations before hand(Which we didn't do. Because I always imagined I'd only date you, and FWBs wasn't even ever an option, until taper down/doomsday happened, and even then, it wasnt really clear.)

Me wanting to be a priority and the place you always wanted to come back to. (Your safe space. The place you want to come to to retire away and just chill for a bit.)

Me thinking I'll never make it back, because I'll never get over wanting to date you, and we cant get sexy if that's where I am, and I cant see your face if all i'll want to do is hold it & kiss it.

Really dragging a dagger through us by bringing it up again, almost like I was trying to make you feel worse, but I just needed to make sure I was telling you as much as I was thinking without making it an absolute blow to the gut.

I think I fell in love with you, because it's been insanely easy.

I've never had to think extra about sharing a single thing with you, it just comes out easy, it's like you have some weird kind of key to my mind.

And I guess that's just one of the loves i'll have in my life. Which I could never possibly be happy about.

For all the loyal puppy I call myself, I definitely made myself hella doomsy to see if it could get a rise out of you, unfortunately - which maybe shouldn't have been the route I took.

But my life has never felt nicer.

Having you around has been such a blessing,

I dont think I deserve you either, but all I've ever wanted is you.

I think the thing you've given me is actually the ability to be entirely myself, and just accepted it with absolute ease.

If it meant how good I was with words, the way I understand sarcasm and can play off it with you, or be cryptic, because mostly, you get it, those are some of the crutches I stand on.

But there's also all the times you kind of save me from going through an absolute self worth rage trigger spiral around my parents, Because somehow all I need is to talk about what im thinking, but I cant ever with my own family -

And the fact that you willingly will communicate and put yourself through trenches to know what someone's feeling, and how you can actively help them, but then also take the steps to change - it's mind-boggling that you would.

Especially for a me. I'm a nobody. You'd never even heard me on a phone call. Or seen me. Or even ever met me. And you gave me more than my own blood & family ever did. I think that's the hard part to accept, I guess. Is the fact that you were able to give me all the emotional bits I havent got from my family ever, and then also the sexting. LIKE, WTAF is that sexual chemistry. So, combine those together for someone whose never had either? And watch it be kryptonite. I guess that's why I've wanted to be in a relationship with you bad, Because it is SO EASY to do the hard bits with you around. But like i've said over & over at this point, I hope that this is just the sign for how glorious it'll be when someone is actually willing to give me time everyday, and doesnt live with the daily stress of needing to run a business. My life will truly never be the same, because I have never had quality interaction after quality interaction day after day like I have with you. LET'S NOT FORGET. your INSANE sense of humour, that gets me so good. But yeah, all those exact things are things I hope to one day enjoy again most thoroughly. You might fall in love with Hannah though. Weirdly, that's something my mind wants to predict. Is that Male Hannah and Hannah fall in love. I mean, if you do to her what you've done to me, I will likely have to stop talking to you for life, So either you fall in love with her, Or we just become a trio. But I cant wait to be your friend again, Because i know i will miss my bestfriend too much to not make it back. So everything in my power will work to internalise that I will never date you. And cant expect relationshippy things from you, because they will never be able to be met. I look forward to the day. LYMAX. thankyou for the best time in my life, I wouldnt know love without knowing you, And for that im immensely grateful.

[ace-angel-judas]

Melian Wolf au?

Red flowers. The flowers in the grass are bright red, almost as if they’ve been painted. It makes Melody confused, she can’t smell them but she can see them, softly sitting there.

In peace.

A tap on the shoulder makes her jolt up, the vision passing from her memory. The book in front of her has a red flower drawn into it, her brother looking at her.

“Did you have a vision?” Vernon asked.

“Yes, nothing special,” Melody explained softly, “Just flowers,”

Their parents had been a wolf and a witch, a common pair among packs. Vernon was blessed with the gift of the moon while Melody struggled to find her own powers.

“Well, come on,” Vernon gestured for her to come, “It’s the meeting,”

The treaty ceremony among the many packs, it came every five years to unite the wolf species. As they tended to shy away from the city life of humans, this was like their annual festival.

Melody usually stayed at the pack grounds but this time the main witches of each pack had been invited as well.

“I’m hardly a witch, I don’t see why I’m here,” Melody whispered under her breath.

“Your our witch, whether your powerful or not,” Vernon explained.

Their mother had been a powerful witch yet Melody seemed to lack.

The town gathering made Melody wince, looking at the floor as they met up with a few other pack members. Hoshi gave her a reassuring look while Joshua softly patted her shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” He whispered.

Would it really be?

A cold hand against her cheek made Melody jumped, retreating into her pack’s protection. All three wolves growled lowly at the gothic woman who stood with a large smile on her face.

“Your so interesting,” The woman cooed, “The sight is a very rare power-“

“Back off!” Hoshi snarled.

“Cleo! Cleo you can’t just touch people!”

Another wolf appeared, pulling the woman pack with an apologetic look on his face. He was quickly joined by a pack member, who looked equally concerned.

“Who are you?” Joshua demanded, “Melody is our witch and she’s quite fragile-“

“I’m not fragile..,” Melody mumbled under her breath.

“Oh darling, you’ve seen things,” Cleo cooed, reaching out her hands and getting another snarl from the wolves.

The male who spoke wrapped his arms around the woman, before she simply disappeared out of his arms and next to Melody.

“Cleo!” The male stomped his foot, “Your going to get in trouble!”

“I am so sorry,” The second male spoke, “Im Dabin and this is Scott, Cleo-“

Before Cleo could lay her hands on Melody’s cheeks, a large wolf was in her way. It was a light brown colour with purple eyes, snarling viciously. Melody softly touched the wolf’s fur, sighing.

“You’re a twin!” Cleo cooed again.

Scott grabbed the woman, pulling her back and sighing, “This is Cleo, who spent majority of her life in solitary so she knows just about nothing about social interactions which includes just random touching people!”

“But she’s special,” Cleo pouted.

“Im not special,” Melody cleared her throat, “I’m..just a witch, I think,”

“Like we said, we’re very sorry-“

“What the hell happened this time?”

All attention turned to a soft yet firm voice, Melody’s brows twisting in confusion as she looked at the male that joined them.

This man was obviously a wolf, slightly long black hair and warm toned skin, he had tattoos down one arm and hiding under his shirt. There was a necklace hanging from his body, it was a red petal preserved in resin of some sort.

Melody quickly looked away when he turned his attention to her, eyes going wide.

She’d seen that necklace before.

“I want to leave,” Melody whispered.

Vernon, the brown wolf, nudged her softly. Joshua and Hoshi both sighed.

“We are very sorry,” Dabin spoke, “Cleo is all new to this,”

“Just be thankful it was us and not our alpha,” Hoshi shook his head, “Seungcheol wouldn’t have been this forgiving,”

[enhais]

Hi can I request a Yandere vampire jungwon fall in love with his vampire classmate, their studying in the school of royal vampires like a Vampire academy 😊

gift from heaven.

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pairing: vampire yandere!jungwon x f!reader

plot: jungwon falling in love with his classmate at the royal academy.

word count: 1,3k

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as your father was the king who started the academy, you got a lot of eyes on you. a lot of people wanted to be with you, but none of them dared to talk to you. maybe it was because of your high status or that you were extremely picky about the people around you, but you thought that they could at least give it a shot.

you were walking to your next class with some friends when you felt it. someone was looking at you. not that it was unusual, but this time it lingered.

yang jungwon had loved you since the week you started. you were in the same year, you had the same classes. it felt like a gift from heaven to him. he could spend his days looking at you without feeling any sort of guilt. you got so many eyes on you, you wouldn’t care if he did, right?

in the back of your head, you had always thought jungwon was handsome. never paying him enough attention to know what he really looked like, but he caught your eyes every so often. you never really talked to him though since your families didn’t get along. something about not being pure royalty. like that mattered. sometimes you didn’t know what your parents were on about, especially your father. you knew you had a reputation that you were strict to follow, but it wasn’t the easiest thing to do, particularly when jungwon existed.

the thing with jungwon and his family was their powers. not all vampires had powers, but somehow, everyone from the yang house had it. everything from healing to mind reading - jungwon was blessed with mind control. this, of course, made it easier for him to get you (which he thanked the higher powers for every day).

you had no idea what was happening. it felt like every atom in your body was telling you to be with him. the dishonorable. your father would lose his mind if you were in the same room as a yang, not to mention talk to one. and then you might ask well, why isn’t he just expelling them from the academy? no can do. that would become a bigger problem than it already was. no, this was between the two families, not the entire world.

day after day passed, jungwon played tricks on your mind every minute, and it was beginning to be a lot more difficult to refuse the feelings that you felt. oh, how your father would kill you if he took a look inside your mind. and then it happened.

you dropped your pencil in english class one day. reaching down to get it, you were met with another hand. sparks were flying, it felt electric as you barely touched the hand. looking up, you were met with the eyes of the one and only - yang jungwon. a gasp left your mouth as your cheeks turned a light shade of red. “im sorry, i just wanted to help.” his voice was smooth, and you wanted to hear more. you gulped before answering, “thank you.” your eyes never leaving his. your flushed state made him laugh slightly, quiet to not disturb the class, “cute. let’s meet later, yeah?” he more so stated than asked, earning him a nod.

throughout the class, you kept thinking why did i do that? are we really meeting after class? father will kill me... on and on until the bell rang. if someone had asked you what the class was about, you’d have no idea. sighing out of nervousness, you packed your bag with the books and that goddamn pencil. “y/n? are you coming?” one of your friends asked, waving their hand in front of your face, “oh... sorry, i have somewhere to be. i’ll talk to you later, though!” the two scoffed, obviously surprised by your answer, but said their byes and went off to eat lunch. looking back at the seat beside you, jungwon smiled brightly. he finally had you. or soon enough, anyway.

he was intimidating, you were not gonna lie. he had this aura around him that something wasn’t right. but the control he had over you made you forget about anything that wasn’t him. he stood up from the chair and walked over to you, mere centimeters away from your face. “you wanna eat lunch with me?” without hesitation, you nodded and uttered a pathetic, “yes.” which made him smile yet again. you were so cute. he put a hand on the small of your back and led you out, “we’re gonna meet some of my friends, how does that sound?” he checked the hallway before continuing in a different direction than the cafeteria, “a- alright.” you were nervous. you weren’t really particular in meeting new people who didn’t have a reputation as you didn’t know their intentions.

he had taken you to a cottage in the woods, not too far from school. it was all new to you, making you breathe a bit heavier. you began thinking about the self-defense lessons you were supposed to take and regretted the decision you made back then. “stop being so nervous.” jungwon cooed and stroked his hand on your arm, making you shiver. you entered the house and were met with two other guys eating meat and vegetables, laughing at the conversation topics. that quieted down, however, when the two of you walked in. “you brought her here?” the puppy-like one said and dropped the food back on the plate. the other one turned his head, “how did you manage that?” jungwon chuckled, “y/n, this is jake and heeseung.” he began, “please make yourself comfortable.” as if that would be possible right now.

you sat down on one of the couches, as far away as possible from jake, as jungwon got you something to drink. the cottage was beautiful - paintings of all kinds hung on the walls, wooden floor, and walls, with a smell you could live with forever. that fresh forest smell. strangely enough, it felt like home. jake and heeseung spoke in a lower tone compared to before, taking glances at you from time to time. after what felt like forever, jungwon sat down in the middle between you and jake, and put two glasses of water on the wooden table. “what should i do to make you more comfortable, hm?” he tilted his head slightly. you looked at the guys and then back to jungwon, “im not used to meeting new people.” his heart melted at the spot by the way you spoke so carefully, “they’re not scary, i promise you. the other ones are worse.” he whispered the last part with a smug smile. you chewed on your bottom lip before looking away, “maybe i should leave...” you whispered. heeseung cleared his throat, “NO! no.” he said loudly, “im sorry. jake, let’s be more inclusive with our conversation.” the puppy-like one nodded in agreement, and that’s how a lunch break turned to night.

“so, do you live here?” you asked, looking at the one who brought you there. he shook his head, “no, we don’t. this is our getaway. i live not too far from you actually...” he trailed off, unintentionally reminding you that you should’ve been home long ago. your cold blood began pumping, “im sorry, i- i should really leave.” you picked up your bag, but were immediately stopped by jungwon grabbing your free hand. “why, my sweet? the fun has only just begun.” he reached his index to trail along your jawline. “boys, you can leave now. thank you for today.” you were captivated in his glowing eyes, falling under a spell. the two left, leaving you alone with jungwon. “you’re mine now, you understand?” his cold fingers were now grabbing your chin, making you nod. “you listen to me, no one else, and i will make everyone think that you’ve disappeared.” your whole body felt numb, you couldn’t move nor speak. “i love you.” he said and kissed you sweetly.

you had to get out of there.

#i hope this was alright! #jungwon #jungwon imagine #jungwon au #enhypen #enhypen imagine #enhypen au #yandere!enhypen #yandere!jungwon #yandere jungwon #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop au #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere enhypen #yandere #vampire

[sips-tea-cutely]

I dont mind if long or short, but the drv3 guys accidentally looking up their s/o's skirt? Horny anon found her way to upskirt porn -🍑anon

NDRV3 boys accidentally looking up their s/o’s skirt

note: sorry for disappearing for so long, i had venti and zhongli brainrot. also, maki got sick

cw: religion (rantaro)

#Rantaro Amami

NO 不 HINDI NA

if this was staged somehow, istg, they better start praying to every god they believe in

if it was just an accident–– uhm

just headcanoning that rantaro’s a good catholic kid like me, so he probably learned the consequence of sin

he just ✨k n o w s✨ he sinned because he can’t look you in the eyes at all

lowkey dramatic about it too hehe

#Ryoma Hoshi

haha what if miu just pushed him under bc he’s just so tiny hehe

he’s just gonna pretend that never happened

he’d probably apologize in his lab as not to embarrass you any further

if someone, say kokichi brought it up again, ryoma would just stare at him until they ran off (like how he did after miu said that bad joke in cht. 2)

#Korekiyo Shinguji

he would be mildly embarrased

but how? he's over 6'

well, you're beautiful- er, that sounds pervy

i mean yes, you're gorgeous, he DEFINITELY regrets it, but you have nothing to be ashamed for, he should really apologize

i think he'd let you borrow something from his lab as an apology

this was an interesting experience, i suppose

he'd still rather burn 'i'm a bitch-ass pussy' on his head rather than it happening again

#Gonta Gokuhara

omg noo

red face, i’m so sorry gonta

“gonta so sorry, s/o! not gentlemanly at all…”

he’d be so ashamed 😭😭😭

angie might’ve made a–– h0rn33 remark

he’d try to give you a ton of things to make it up to you

materialistic things, acts of affection, etc…

ok but gonta is filthy rich, he’d buy you a ton of stuff just to say sorry

he could probably buy martha stewart just from his entomology discoveries alone/hj

#Kokichi Ouma

OKAY I HAVENT SIMPED IN A WHILE BUT

he's play it off as a joke/lie thing

side note, my guy is the human embodiment of /j ngl

"nishishi, s/o! you're soooooo lewd! why aren't you wearing any undergarnments?"

NO I CAN'T, IM SO SORRY KOKICHI

-followed by a bitchy remark by miu herself

i saw an NSFW headcanon that after the dance/make-outs, he needs some time to himself, its the same here

he'd brush the incident off by asking kiibo if he can shoot fists like baymax

he's flicked on the head by kaito for being such a dick

dw, he apologizes later in private!!

#Kaito Momota

lmao he probably accidentally saw it while carrying you with his head between your thighs

he promises he didn’t do it on purpose

idk but i think he'd just regret his entire existence lmao

he’d probably avoid you for a while like he did to shuichi in cht. 5

it’s ok, it eventually washes off and he’s pulling you to sneak out of your dorm again!!

#K1-B0

“s-s/o! i sincerely apologize for my actions! i will erase this from my memory bank!”

miu would tease him hard

im getting ripped tonight, RIP kiibo

*sits in regret*

he'd def be terrified of it happening again so he'd cover his eyes when girls entered the room

the thing jay from modern family would do to mitch and cam

tenko would be proud ngl

kaede woud have to tell him its okay cause he has been doing it forever now

#Shuichi Saihara

NO BECAUSE MIU WOULD CALL HIM A PERVERT

kaito would immediately help shuichi up, bro thingz

haha, poor shuichi, tenko would beat his ass too

most of the guys would get kicked in the balls by tenko actually

he apologizes sm, bless his soul

okay but i think he’d go back to the hat but he’d be shit on for it

like someone might think ‘because he wears the hat to cover eye contact, he must be hiding his pervy eyes!!’ unironically made it miu lmao

alr, but i don’t think he’d have the balls to face you for a couple days, he’s so embarrassed

seriously can’t win with my guy 😔

#mod maki #🍑 anon #danganronpa #killing harmony #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x reader #rantaro amami #rantaro amami x reader #ryoma hoshi #ryoma hoshi x reader #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguji x reader #gonta gokuhara #gonta gokuhara x reader #kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #kiibo x reader #keebo x reader #k1b0 x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Liyue Voice lines about you pt 2

Reader: female

Genshin Master List | part one | Inazuma | Mondstat 1 & 2

Xiangling

What she says about you

"Y/n tries all my food! I remember her favorite to the T too! Rautollie and on the side a small cup of osmanthus wine. Even though it's her favorite she'll always compliment my food! Especially the new stuff I wish to try!"

What you say about her

"Xiangling, yes she's a great chef. She makes my favorite more than on occasion, and in return, I eat whatever she makes and tell her my opinion. She comes up with some crazy ideas but they'll be well-executed as well as planned."

Xiao

What he says about you

"No comment."

What you say about him

"Xiao. Yes. I know him. My brother in arms and by creation. We are not on good terms. Why? That is a tale for another time. Just know for those reasons in which I don't believe Im welcomed in Liyue more. And spend my time in Mondstadt hoping I will not be dragged back."

Xingqiu

What he says about you

"We fight. A lot. Oh well. It's one of the perks of being part of such a family. Besides the fighting and arguing. I believe my sister will be able to make her way as she wishes. I just hope she will stay safe"

What you say about him

"My younger brother. Im, sure he told you we fight quite a bit already. He has too much of our father in him. Thinking I'll get so easily."

Xinyan

What she says about you

"Haha! Yes! She's my bandmate! She's like a sister to me! We rock out all the time! You should see her drummin skills."

What you say about her

"Xinyan's amazing! Her guitar skills are amazing! I'm on the drum only, despite her being a Pryo user and my a Hydro user we get along well."

Yanfei

What she says about you

"I helped Y/n before, in legal matters. She was married off to a man she didn't love. then she left Liyue with a short goodbye and promised she'd come back. Fast forward she- well, he, comes back happy and married to a Cryo user. Happy as a bee. She- Ah- he, came to me immediately to catch up. Either he or she, that's the true Y/n that came to take me two years later and we've been good friends ever since."

What you say about her

"I was very fortunate to meet Yanfei when I did. She helped me with all my legal dilemmas easy peasy, I ended up leaving and returning two years and a few days after I left with my husband. I think my change in appearance shocked her just a bit, but she ran up to me happy and we talked over what's been happening. She's one of my best friends and Im so glad to have her by my side as my best friend again."

Yun Jin

What she says about you

"I do not know anyone by the name. Could you describe them? Hmm... a woman with red hair...tall and always carrying a satchel- I know her! Yes! I've never met her! But always see her at my performances! She always has a smile on her face! I suppose my music must bring a smile to her face!"

What you say about her

"Yun Jin yes. Would you like to see my sketches of her? I enjoy music while I draw. She not only is a perfect subject for quick dynamic poses, but her clothes are intricate and well made, for finer refined drawings. She has a beautiful voice and is well talented in dancing. I know Baizhu usually gives Qiqi to me on her off days and she enjoys the performance."

Zhongli

What he says about you

"Seraphs? Where did you hear that name? On the streets, I suppose that makes sense. Who is she? She was an old friend...an important piece in the archon war. I had to choose between myself, and the people of Liyue, she made that choice for me. In the midst, I and Liyue along with her people were spared. Yet Y/n was not, the people of Liyue see her as a curse rather than a blessing. It is truly a shame."

What you say about him

"Hah! You figured me out huh? But this Zhongli hasn't yet? What an interesting predicament indeed. Oh yes, I know about Zhongli, odd calling him Zhongli instead of Rexy. The teasing aside...I miss him. but there's no need to stir up old feelings now are there?"

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