#thank u sweet nonnie ♡♡♡

[rinneverse]

hi, can u do kunigami C, F, M, Y for the alphabet event? thanks!!

a part of my ongoing 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] RENSUKE KUNIGAMI + C, F, M, & Y!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw pro player!kunigami, creampie, fem!reader

— c ; cum!

hands down, kunigami's favorite place to cum is inside of you. he loves watching his cum seep out of your used cunt, and sometimes will even finger it right back into you, no matter how sensitive you are. "don't wanna waste a single drop, do ya?" he'll mumble, dark eyes zeroed in on your weeping pussy.

if you'll let him, he'll want to go multiple rounds. he won't stop until he's satisfied.

— f ; favorite position!

i think kunigami's the sappy sort of guy to favor missionary, but when he's in a particular mood, backshots is his go-to. he loves watching your ass bounce with every thrust, pressing down on the arch of your back so he can hit all those delicious sweet spots within you. i think he'd also be into cowgirl tbh, he strikes me as that sort of guy.

— m ; motivation!

i'm not even gonna lie, i think that kunigami gets hellllaaaaaa love boners from even the most domestic things y'all do together. i might be a little bit insane but he just seems like the type, you know? he'll see you cooking dinner in the kitchen and he'll just get hit with the animalistic urge to take you right then and there on the countertops.

i also think that he's a big ass-man. so if he sees you in tight short-shorts, or only wearing one of his shirts w/ a pair of panties... good luck soldier o7

— y ; yearning!

kunigami didn't think he had a high sex drive until he met you. his stamina is almost endless from all that damn training he does so whenever you two go at it... you go at it like rabbits. at first, he would let you rest after one and wander off into the bathroom to take care of himself, but once you caught wind of this you told him, "baby, if you're still hard, let me take care of you. please."

after this interaction, you guys go at least 3 rounds minimum. but not to worry—kunigami is a pro at aftercare. ♡

thanks for requesting, nonnie ! kisses for u muah muah

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[mera-k1]

KEHSJSHS the way my knees just gave up everytime i read your devourable fic— may i have K, O, U from the smut alphabet with Yohei and Zen, please?💋

thank you, nonnie!!♡♡ i'm so glad you enjoy them~ please enjoy this one as well!

Smut Alphabet [K, O, U]

Yohei, Zen x gn!reader

-smut

yohei kanbayashi

kink [one or more of their kinks]

-first thing that strikes me when i think of something for yohei is praise. he seems so rough and tough on the outside but on the inside? he's a big sweetheart towards you specifically. he loves you and praise just ends up spilling from his mouth when you take him well.

-this goes both ways too! praise him and he's like putty in your hands. he just can't get enough of your voice praising him. he swears his heart beats way too fast whenever a string of praises falls from your mouth about how good he's making you feel.

oral [giving or receiving? do they like it? how good are they?]

-i don't think he minds giving or receiving oral. he'll give you oral whenever you want him to with no hesitation, preferring for to be in between your thighs usually. he doesn't mind if you want to suck him off though!

unfair [how much do they tease you in bed? do they like to be teased sexually?]

-hmm.. i think it depends on the situation with yohei. he doesn't like it when you tease him, it pisses him off to no end whenever you try teasing him while he works or teasing the tip of his dick before you suck him off. teasing you though depends on the situation. if he's jealous then yes, you will be getting some teasing from yohei.

zen gaho

kink [one or more of their kinks]

-feels a little repetitive but zen loves making the whole experience very sensual and romantic and therefore would love to praise you and worship your body once in a while. he loves to tell you how pretty or cute you look and how much he loves you. you'll hear it at least 5 times during foreplay..

oral [giving or receiving? do they like it? how good are they?]

-he'd rather give oral than receive it. he has nothing against receiving it if you want to get down between his legs and suck his thick cock off but he just loves being the one to give you sweet pleasure.

unfair [how much do they tease you in bed? do they like to be teased sexually?]

-hmmm.. i think it depends with zen. he doesn't have the heart to be mean and tease you but he'll try his best if that's what you're into. teasing him though... it gets him sooo flustered. he can't help but enjoy the way you tease him as your fingers travel up his chest, taunting his imagination as you slide your hand up his neck with a teasing smile on your perfect face.

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[madame-fear]

omg could u write something fluffy with rhaenyra. like cuddling in bed the night after. ur literally my fav writer, congrats on 1500!!!

(hi nonnie !! omg thank you!! now we are 1640, thank you all 💞 also i wasn’t sure what you meant with “the night after” because my english can be a bit bad at times so i just made a how it would be to cuddle Nyra 😅 Enjoy this lovely! and hope it was what you expected! 💜💙)

Cuddling with Rhaenyra would be literally one of the things that purely bring you ease whenever you’re stressed, and this works the other way around as well; cuddling you is one of the things that most calms Nyra.

I think she would find any situation as a excuse to cuddle you, or simply have you tightly against her body and feel your soothing warmth. It could be after returning home from a long travel, or maybe she would take a break from her duties by having you sitting on her lap, with your arms around her neck as she lovingly strokes your back and fills your face with gentle kisses.

I think that by now you obviously share chambers, it’s easier that way for her to cuddle with you everynight and have more private time to spoil you with her love.

Generally cuddles with her would be tight. Her arms would always be around your waist, pressing your body tightly against her own. If your back is pressed against her chest, expect her to place her chin in your shoulder, and slowly place little pecks all over your shoulder, and across your neck as well. Rhaenyra knows where the soft spots in your neck are, and she would use it against you to merely tease you, and notice how you squirm around as her breathing and her lips tickle those zones.

^ also, she would teasingly nibble on your lower lip as she whispers sweet things to you, with her fingertips sweetly caressing your hand; feeling your delicate skin.

If you’re facing her, she would literally never let go of your lips. Her own lips would constantly take your own into fervent kisses full of love and care, as one of her hands strokes your cheek with her thumb, and the other one just plays with strands of your hair by interwining her hands into your hair, or simply twirling them around her fingers. I can also imagine she would always love to have her forehead pressed against your own as she tightly holds your body in a warm embrace, and rub the tip of her nose against your own.

Nyra would be a great, loving cuddler that will love to shower you in her affection, I have no doubt about that. The second you are trapped in her arms, you will immediatly be given tons of kisses, and will have the need to fall asleep right there.

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[rabbitenn]

hello, i was wondering if i could request trigger and what soulmate au you think matches them? like red string of fate, injuries appearing on your soulmates body, countdown timer, etc. please remember to take care of yourself and no rush when it comes to this. i just really appreciate finding another fan of trigger :)

thank you and i hope you remember to eat, rest, and hydrate <33

U COMPLETE ME.

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: soulmate au, romance, fluff.

hi, lovely nonnie ! thank you so much for this request ! it is my first time ever writing soulmate au, so I hope it’s not too bad… you’re so sweet ! you take care as well, yeah? stay safe, well rested and hydrated 🩷 I’m glad to meet another TRIGGER fan too <3 I apologize this took so long :(( – it’s also the longest fic I’ve ever written hehe – I still hope you like it, mwah !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

… and getting flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar. The tattoos disappear once you and your soulmate meet.

It started around the time TRIGGER was formed.

Gaku doesn’t really know the meaning of the dark ink appearing on his skin sometimes.

It began with the swirling rose on his shoulder, an intricate pattern of decaying petals that seemed to drift away over the pallor of his back. The art was beautiful, but he can’t quite recall ever having it done. It seemed to be appealing enough for photoshoots, so his manager didn’t mind much.

However, that mysterious flower wasn’t the last of petals that would caress the idol’s skin.

Another flower appeared some time after, right below one of his knees. A dahlia this time, its petals with a subtle shade of warm pink filling them in.

And again, he is certain he has never stepped into a tattoo parlor…

This matter is beginning to take a turn for the bizarre, seeing how the rose on his shoulder is mostly faded, akin to a sepia colored photograph displayed in a sunny room, memories exchanged for light and time.

However, he was not the only one with a garden of ink flowering on their skin.

—

Lying down on your bed, you spread your fingers, hand raised before you. Your eyes follow the lines of the two blooms circling your pointer and ring finger: a dahlia and a rose, respectively.

Where did they even come from? You don’t have the habit of drawing on your own skin since you were a kindergartner, nor have you dared to get anything permanently inked on your body just yet… The flowers simply appeared one night, as if they were extensions of the starry heavens, forming a ring tailored to you.

You roll around in your bed, picking up one of the latest magazines you’ve acquired, your favorite idol group featuring on its cover.

The next thing you know, you’re bolting upright, the glossy book centimeters away from your face.

It’s not like the fact that TRIGGER appears on the cover is anything out of the ordinary, but rather, you’re solely focused on their leader.

Yaotome Gaku. Your bias since they debuted.

He’s wearing nothing but an open white shirt with black pants.

And there, on his right shoulder, you see it.

It’s partially covered by his clothes, but they’re see-through enough.

Dark lines converging into what’s unmistakably a rose, a few petals extending down his back and collarbone.

Your eyes flit from your hand to the picture and to your hand again.

There is no doubt. It’s the exact same design.

You have to make it to their next concert. You have to see him, and try to talk to him. Even if it just may be wishful thinking, you have to at least try.

Luckily for you, TRIGGER’s next live performance is around the corner.

—

And so, the fated day arrives, with you on the first row holding white light sticks tightly.

All your nerves seem to manifest in the throbbing sensation of the dark blooms you sport.

As usual, TRIGGER’s concert is an utter success, and you’d be elated to be witnessing such a spectacle were it not for the wild thumping of your heart at what you’ve decided to do afterwards.

As the music ends and your favorite idols say good night, you take one last deep breath.

You make a beeline for the back entrance and wait.

Muffled voices of fans come from the other side of the rundown door, but they’re all white noise to you.

Under the mixed light of stars and streetlamps, you examine your tattoos once more. They almost seem to flicker, as if glitter in shades of night had been melted over the inked lines.

Minutes pass, the crowd dissipating, their voices fading into the faraway stars, concealed behind the abundance of illumination.

And then, the door to your side opens.

A tall figure you’ve watched dance countless times strides out, and, for a second, your voice dies out in your throat.

Is this really a good idea? Will he just take you for another crazy fan?

No, you have to focus.

“E-excuse me…” You begin, voice slightly trembling.

Steely eyes meet yours, yet somehow, you don’t feel any of the coldness their color would suggest.

“I…” The idol’s head tilts to the side for an instant at your hesitation. “Okay so this might sound insane, and you’ll probably think I’m some crazy fan, which I am- A fan I mean, not crazy, hopefully…” You trail off, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, as you look down. “But the thing is…” You shake your head. “I’ll show you.” You finally manage, exposing your ring finger to the night lights. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but… how did you get your tattoo? The one on your shoulder… I kind of… isn’t this one the exact same?” You ask, showing him your hand.

His winter sky eyes widen, and, when you follow his gaze, you find an eerie glow blazing in shades of white where your tattoos are.

And not only that. A gasp leaves your lips when matching brightness emanates from the man’s shoulder and knee, the shapes, the exact same on your fingers, glowing in your favorite color.

“What even-“ he begins. His sentence goes unfinished, the sudden burst of light fading, leaving nothing but untarnished skin behind, all traces of ink vanished.

Then you notice them.

Paler than the rest of his skin, two thin lines mar his ring and index finger, the exact same place where your tattooed flowers used to be.

And it dawns on you, that the garden of ink you’ve been sharing isn’t just a coincidence.

“How did you get these?” You question, fingers delicately threading through the idol’s. The rosy hue of summer dahlias rises to his cheeks at the contact. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” You fumble, realizing you were holding his hand.

“No need to apologize.” He smiles. “I help out someone in the kitchen sometimes.” He doesn’t elaborate further.

Afterwards, one of his hands reaches for your shoulder, where the point of a jagged thin scar, mostly faded, peeks out. “May I?” He asks, as you nod, giving him the green light to pull your shirt slightly aside.

Momentarily, his gaze widens, a flash of puzzle pieces falling into place. Then, a soft smile tilts his lips upwards.

“So, may I know the name of my soulmate?” Are the words of Yaotome Gaku, as he extends a hand to you.

You take it, introducing yourself.

“Is it okay for us to be together here in the open, Yaotome-san?” You ask, glancing around for prying eyes.

“It’s alright.” He assures, tone soft. “And you can call me just Gaku.” A smile reaches his eyes, its shine not unlike the slivers of moon reflected in the puddles of late summer rain. “It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/n]”.

“Likewise, just Gaku.” You grin, a little mischievous, as you take his hand.

♡ KUJO TENN

… and sharing the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.

Unconsciously, you start humming the same melody again.

Like every morning as you walk through deserted streets, the sun yet to rise from behind an horizon that you felt was at the tip of your fingertips when you sang.

It’s a well known piece, of that you are certain. You’ve done your research as lyrics began flowing from your lips like a forgotten native language.

Somehow, one day you knew them by heart, when the previous one, a nostalgic melody was all you had to go by.

And the voice you hear, or imagine in your mind when you think about the song… you swear you’ve heard it somewhere before.

As a gust of wind causes you to tuck your coat tighter around you, a flapping sound momentarily interrupts your line of thought.

Clinging onto a street light, a dark piece of glossy paper catches your eye. Bright colors can be made out on the edges of it, white lettering covering the back of the flier.

No harm in taking a look, right? You think to yourself, as your gloved hand reaches for it.

Turning it around in your grasp, you notice it’s an advertisement.

Apparently TRIGGER is performing again soon at the FSC Hall.

A smile illuminated in the cold light of morning curls your lips upwards.

Finally, they’re getting a chance to perform at a large venue.

TRIGGER is the group that’s been with you through thick and thin since their formation, and oddly enough, somehow, you could always memorize their songs without even trying.

Well, not exactly memorize.

It’s more like, you already knew every one of their songs when you listened to them for the first time.

It certainly was uncommon, but then again, since you were a kid you somehow had always picked up dancing and singing uncanningly quickly, with no training at all. And while you did not choose to make it a profession, it certainly was a hobby you held very dear.

The tunes you sang, the swaying of your body on nights when all you knew were tears, had brought a little of light and color to otherwise tinted in drowning memories.

And it was TRIGGER’s songs you always danced to, akin to the first cherry blossoms carpeting an otherwise muddy ground.

Pocketing the pamphlet, you heave a sigh, adjusting your back and heading towards the train station.

You have to get tickets this time. Is the thought that accompanies you for the rest of the day, in moments when you’re not humming that song.

The center of your beloved idol group in question, by the way, happened to have a hidden talent of his own too.

—

Everyone who is a fan of Kujo Tenn knows of his enjoyment of sweeter tastes, and especially, his love for donuts.

However, what remains a secret to most is the fact that he can bake quite well.

The idol doesn’t know how or when exactly did he learn; his only memory is still being in middle school when his usual bakery had run out of his beloved treat, thus, he decided to try his hand at it himself.

To his surprise, both the flavor and texture came out perfectly, almost impossibly alike to the chocolatey desserts he usually got on his way home.

He hasn’t visited that bakery for a while, now that he thinks about it… Will it even still be there?

He doesn’t have much longer to dwell on the thought when his two groupmates (who also happen o be his roommates) get home.

“Something smells really good in here…” Tenn can make out Ryu's voice coming from somewhere in the corridor.

“Tenn, we’re home!” Gaku this time, and two sets of approaching footsteps.

“Hey, Tenn, what is it that smells so nice?”

Tenn in question has a few seconds to ‘tsk’ and turn around, frilly pink apron still on while he mixes the dough.

“You guys could have warned me that you’d be here so early.” He grumbles, blushing. Oh, he so knows the other two won’t drop the subject of him cooking in a cute apron.

“You baking?” Gaku, his head peeking over Ryunosuke’s shoulder.

Tenn pinches the bridge of his nose. For someone who was the center of a world famous idol group, he certainly didn’t enjoy being on the spotlight like this.

“So what if I am…” He glares at the leader of his group.

“Must you always be so charming?” Gaku shoots back, words coated in pure sarcasm.

“There, there… guys, please, there’s no need to fight…” Ryu intervenes. “I didn’t know you could bake, Tenn… when did you learn?”

Maroon eyes avert to the side.

“It’s complicated… I didn’t exactly learn… I just tried one day and somehow I knew how to.”

“Just like that?” His friend’s amber eyes narrow in thought. He gives Gaku a look, to which the latter shakes his head in confusion. “I’m not entirely sure that could be your case,” Ryu continues. “But, back in Okinawa, I heard people talk once, stories circulated too… I’m not certain how much truth is there in them but maybe… could it be you have a soulmate, Tenn?”

The modern angel’s brows furrow skeptically.

“A soulmate? Isn’t that a folktale?”

“We don’t know…” his older friend goes on. “Isn’t it just a little strange, however, you could bake perfectly on the first try? Unless you used some recipe…”

“I didn’t.” Tenn states, confidently. “It’s as if… I somehow had already memorized it, even though I cannot remember when, how or where.”

“Then it’s not impossible you got this talent from them… And whoever they are, they know a thing or two about making sweets. Seems fitting for you, huh?” Comes Ryunosuke’s friendly teasing.

As his friends go get changed, Tenn begins preparing the dough for shaping, the word ‘soulmate’ lingering on the back of his mind like an old childhood song.

—

Lately, Zero Arena had become a place of respite for you.

Early evenings dusked beautifully behind the building, pinks and golds glittering off of the expanse of rippling water surrounding it.

Despite the warm hues the world keeps dyeing in as the sun sets, the air is cold.

You regret not having brought a scarf.

Plus, the just baked donuts you made at work only do so much to warm your hands as you hold the box between them.

Closing your eyes against the dying sunlight, you lean back on the bench, taking a breath before starting to sing the lyrics the great idol Zero used to.

Dis one.

Curiously, that and TRIGGER’s songs were the ones you managed to always intone perfectly, especially the parts Kujo Tenn, their center, performed.

Except this once, yours is not the only singing voice.

You’d have to live under a rock to not recognize that voice, but then again, this couldn’t be, could it?

You wait until you and your duet companion chant the last note.

And then you turn around.

A few feet away from where you sit, a lean male stands. His hair falls perfectly over one side of his face, the color of starlight through clouds. He sports a dark coat, accentuating the overall angelic pallor of his complexion, the red scarf around his neck, almost matching the shade of his eyes, akin to little pools of a blazing horizon.

“How are you able to sing that song perfectly? Kujo Tenn inquires, without further preamble.

His tone… it’s… colder? than what you recall him to be on stage.

You bite your lip, then:

“I don’t know. I just do… I’ve known this song for a long time… I have no idea why I can sing it, how, when, or where I learned it.”

His expression remains guarded; then, he notices the box you’re holding over your lap.

Recognition flashes through his sanguine gaze.

“That box. What’s in it?” Tenn’s eyes don’t leave the logo stamped in pink over the white background.

He knows that design. He used to stop by every day back when he was still in middle school, after all.

“Oh, this?” You open the lid an inch. “Just something I made today at work after I ended my shift. Would you like to try one, Kujo-kun?” You offer, now opening the donut-filled box completely.

A tender smile paints the idol’s lips a more vibrant shade of rose the moment you recognize him, slender fingers reaching out for one of the chocolate covered donuts.

“I remember these, from years ago.” He trails off. “I didn’t know if the shop would still be there…”

“It is.” You smile, a little woeful. “My grandparents grew too old to keep working on the business, though, so I kind of manage it by myself now.”

A twilit breeze picks up, your free hand instinctively reaching up to pull your coat closer around your neck.

“Oh! Would you like to have these?” You manage, fumbling a little for words when it sinks in that, yes, you’re talking to one of the most famous idols of the moment.

“Only if you accept this first.” The man utters, already wrapping his maroon scarf snuggly around your neck.

You fluster, cheeks blazing like the sun that’s already halfway behind Zero Arena’s ground level.

Nodding, you hand him the box.

“I have another offer.” Tenn states, fingers brushing against yours when you pass him the package. “I can help you bake for your shop. Would you like to… meet up and practise my performances with me some time in exchange?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“No offense but, can you bake?”

“I don’t know why I can, how, when, or where I learned, but yes, I can bake.” The idol replies, with a warm, knowing smile.

“And what do you gain from this exchange?” You question further, a part of you fearing this is just some cruel joke despite how right everything, how right you feel around him.

“To get to know my soulmate.” Tenn utters, as notes of powdered sugar and fuchsia clouds surround you.

That’s more like the angel you admire.

Your soulmate.

“I’d like to get to know you, too, Tenn.” You return his smile, soft.

As you share conversation coated in colored sweetener, you begin making your way back home.

Home…

Perhaps you’ve already started becoming each other’s.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

… and having a compass on your body leading you to where your soulmate is.

Lately, the needle has started twitching.

In golden ink, perfectly circular on the inner side of your wrist, the tattoo of an ornate compass lies.

Its point had always been stagnant, lines in silver glitter inked over your veins, its only movement your beating pulse.

However, as nights began to cover in bright lights and snow, your compass had started pointing towards somewhere.

Or rather, someone.

You knew wherever they were, whoever they were, you’d find them somewhere along the other end of the needle.

As you sip a warming latte, your gaze entranced by the slow flutter of snowflakes as they fall with the gelid breeze of night, you wonder.

What kind of person might your soulmate be? Are they still far away, since all the compass has done is flutter, not particularly pointing anywhere?

Does the movement mean you’re somehow getting closer to your soulmate?

Sighing, you pull your sleeve over the aureate circle permanently etched on you, before standing up, paying for your order and taking off into the cold evening.

—

The sudden activity on his compass can’t be just coincidence.

Tsunashi Ryunosuke knows he’s not hallucinating either, he knows the gilded lines tracing over his veins by heart.

After all, the compass never once moved when he used to accompany his father on fishing trips, tumultuous waters threatening to topple the small boat over.

However, since he’s gotten into this plane, the argent point has budged slightly, akin to a broken watch that went back and forth, forever ticking the exact same second.

Ryunosuke’s honey gaze glances out the window, his hometown in Okinawa little more than a dot of green and brown over the astronomical expanse of blue expanding on all sides.

Closing his eyes, the to-be idol leans against the headrest of his seat.

He wonders, what will this new life of his be like? And who is the person his tattoo is being pulled towards?

Landing is still hours away; he guesses he can rest his mind for a while for now.

—

The compass has moved again.

Fully moved this time, unmistakably pointing towards a concrete direction, no matter how much you turn around or change position.

A pull resonates throughout your whole body, urging you to follow the path it indicates. A lane of gilded cobblestones, at the end of which your other half supposedly awaits.

What if it’s all wrong, though? What if they’re someone scary? What if you just get kidnapped and all of this is just part of some malicious bigger scheme?

‘No. Focus, [Y/n]’. You try telling yourself, shaking your head.

A gust of liquid night pricks your skin in icy shards when you step outside, the moon’s smile glinting off of the aureate pattern on your forearm, a thread of starlight pulling you towards your fated soulmate.

Of course, the universe saw to it that you were not the only one chasing after this not yet tangible dream.

“Excuse me for a second now, guys.” Ryu announces, after him and his two future group mates have finished showing off their dancing moves.

Quickly grabbing his coat on the way out, his steps carry him through the stardust contained in the remnants of snow littering the streets.

And yet, despite the possibility of slipping, the idol’s gaze is solely focused on his wrist.

In the same way those of the person who accidentally bumps into him are.

A colliding force suddenly sends you stumbling backwards, the slippery asphalt already unforgivingly hard in your mind as you shut your eyes and brace for impact.

Except instead of the cold and hard sound of dirty concrete against bones, a gentle voice follows.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

Then you open your eyes. Strong arms are keeping you upright, strangely comforting, even though this is the first time you’ve seen the owner of this warming voice.

Regaining your stance, you apologize:

“My bad, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going…” You explain, laughing a bit nervously.

The man smiles, and you realize then how handsome he truly is.

For all you know, he could very well be a model, an actor even.

Soft brown hair sweeps over one side of his face, his tanned skin accentuating inviting golden irises. The curves of his face are sharp and sculpted, but somehow soft all at once; a gentle hearth, beckoning you to take a moment of respite.

“I suppose I wasn’t paying attention either.” Are the next words he speaks, waking you up from your momentary reverie.

Then, a flash of gold catches his eye, and you notice him glancing to your wrist.

“Ah yeah…” You smile, a bit flustered. “I was just looking for someone…” Your words trail off, observing how the needle now points in the direction the attractive stranger came from.

“That makes two of us, then.” He smiles, displaying the inner side of his forearm for you to see the exact same tattoo you have, pointing straight towards you.

Matching smiles meet your lips when it all clicks.

He’s the one you had been searching for amidst nights where falling snow erased the traces of everything; the footprints of fated love buried beneath layers of frigid moondust.

And you. The tethering anchor awaiting in the raging waves. A lighthouse, the promise of a home here too, despite being miles away from his own.

“Call me Ryu.” He tells you, extending a hand to you.

You sofly shake it, both of you a little awkward.

You chuckle in unison.

“I kinda have to get back somewhere now…” He explains, a shadow of guilt passing over those sunshine eyes. “But let’s meet soon? I’ll find you.” He promises, raising his arm, showing you the compass pointed at you.

“Sounds good.” You softly utter, to him, to the stars who wrote this fate.

With a last kind smile, he rushes towards the street he came from.

You stand there for a few minutes after his figure has vanished.

Ryu. You have the impression the glow of fame is coming his way.

You turn on your heel.

The stars glow a little warmer.

#idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #idolish7 #kujo tenn x reader #kujo tenn #yaotome gaku x reader #tsunashi ryunosuke x reader #yaotome gaku #tsunashi ryunosuke #ainana #ainana x reader #idolish7 x you #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 x y/n #idolish7 fluff #kujo tenn x you #kujo tenn x y/n #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish seven #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime fluff #soulmate au

[itoshi-s]

One curious question, what made Rin/Sae become a yandere for reader?? Was it because of their physical appearance or something else?

OK so . actually ya'll got me thinkin that maybe just maybe sae has some yan! potential in him too ........ not as much as the other guys i've mentioned before but i def see him as very dominating,, the type of guy that doesn't even need to speak to put you in your place . also probably uses his status as a threat to you whenever you argue abt the way he is . you really do love him after all, just feel a little too repressed,, and he keeps giving you clear signs that there is a whole lot of other people that would gladly be on the receiving end of his love instead of u . yeah .... he definitely could be yan too ╮(︶▽︶)╭

BUT comin back to ur question. considering that both of the itoshis seem veryy troubled,, it'd be definitely not just your physical appearance that pulls them in, but mostly your behavior.

for rin i see him as very attention and touch deprived :((, even tho he's the one that keeps pushin people away . it is canon that he's like the worst at communication ,, and so he just forgot that having someone close to him was ever an option. and then bam! ur here! you don't judge him, give him space, but you're also just so warm, he remembers what it feels like to be important to someone . :( you're so attentive and caring, but never cross any boundary. he's so possessive of you cause he knows that people can be harsh, and that the world isn't a fair place - and yet there you are, his little remedy, so sweet and loving,, he doesn't want you to experience any harm ever. SO. ur love and attention definitely gets him hooked on u , not wanting to let u go ever </3

for sae i tbh think it'd be something similar ! rin feels lonely bc of what sae put him through, and sae's the way he is bc of whatever happened in spain . he has a vv hard time trying to put all the pieces together, to keep himself grounded even long months or even years after first leaving japan. it's easy to lose yourself to your ego when you're the prodigy, but you're a breath of fresh air when you two bump into each other and actually ,, u've never even heard of him ! for the first time in forever, sae can be just himself, and u don't judge him. (see the similarities now ?? i actually really like to think that sae n rin are actually pretty similar , even though they try to deny that they're family:( sobs) also probably gets a huge ego boost when he realizes that he can use his status against you ,, just like i've mentioned in the beginning !! likes to play dirty with you by saying that you can be easily replaced </3

i luuuuuv troubled unhinged brothers . the BEST trope ever. ty for the question nonnie i will dream of the itoshis tonite thanks 2 u mwah (´꒳`)♡

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #yandere!rin #yandere!sae #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #yandere!bllk #yandere!blue lock #blue lock headcanons

[moechies]

saw ur post about how hard it is to get colored text on here, i dunno if u already figured it out; if not, i use stuffbydavid’s text colorizer.

the website walks u through making the colored text (copy the html code), and then you go back to tumblr: start a post, change the text to html, and paste the text from the website ^__^ ♡

i hope this helps if u havent gotten it already, and if u have, i hope its not too much of a bother :3 +++ i luuv ur writing, thankuuuu !

https://www.stuffbydavid.com/textcolorizer

oh my gosh nonnie . you are the dearest person alive , thank you soo much :,3 you’re so sweet..!

i haven’t figured it out becuz i get lazy and forget about small things like this, but you are so amazing for this <3 i will b tryin it tmr <3 i love u thank chu nonnie ♡

#EEEYYAYYY!! #anons𑁤

[silkjade]

your neuvillette writing… is astounding and gorgeously written in a way that rivals many published books do not match up to. the pacing and the cadence of your word choice is genuinely impressive. the way you are able to capture carnal desire mingled with tender and unadulterated passion has me reeling. thank you for writing such a beautiful piece, i have once again fallen in love with literature and how we humans are able to produce such intricate creations. words cannot describe the sheer impact your talent in writing holds. please, never stop writing. the ending had me smiling embarrassingly wide. perhaps if you feel like it, a continuation of neuvi claiming reader and thoroughly breeding in a way a dragon would their mate. perhaps you could throw in a little jealousy in there to spice things even more. either way, i think i speak for most when i say regardless of what you write, it will be enjoyed by many such as myself. take care lovely and have the best of days <3

OH MY GOD ??!!!??? thank you sm for your compliments nonnie, reading your message really made my day (இ﹏இ`｡)♡ i adore neuvi patootie and wanted to do him justice and honestly it was a bit hard balancing the dynamic && so it makes me incredibly happy to hear you loved it and i rlly can’t thank u enough for your kind words oh my goodness you are way too sweet to me, my heart was literally so full reading through your message >.< && oooh i luvvv when a bit of jealousy is thrown in hehe perhaps next time neuvillette will be in rut hehe who knows, not me ! :3c HAHA ANYWAYS ! i m sending u a basketful of goodies && i hope you have the most amazing day as well, love 💞

#— 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 #˗ˏˋ ꒰ anon ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[jinstronaut]

just wanted to say i reallyyyyyyyy appreciate your (a jin a say while he is away) gifsets. And to know that you've done it for 286 days?????????? YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!! Thank you so so so much. And the gifs are ALWAYS super pretty aswell. You are my favourite♡♡♡

WAAAAAAAAAAAH this is so so so nice and sweet nonnie please thank you so much ;o; i rly do love doing it bc it makes the time pass by so quickly!!! we're already almost at a year!!!!!!! then he comes back to us SO SHORTLY AFTER THAT !!!!!! we're all so brave and strong for lasting this long uwu anyways i'm so happy u are enjoying this series tysm for your kind words of encouragement!!!!!

#answered #anon #saved // #whenever i get nice messages like this i rly want to cry thank u so so much ;o; ♥

[iovesia]

i just wanted to personally thank u got ur fanfics! honestly there (very sadly) isn’t much on Keanus characters :( but your works are a total blessing! and just ur whole aesthetic mwah! so very cute, so ty! 🤍

this is so sweet, nonnie, omg 😞♡ thank you sm, mwah !! i think there's definitely a lot more (vv talented) keanu writers now than compared to a few months ago, which is so so awesome— but thank you!

#love letters.

[kodaiki]

I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE SCRIPTED HEARTS SM!!! <333 SATORUS AFTERMATH IS SOSO CUTE 🥹🥹🥹 i hope u will continue to keep creating amazing works!! i love ur writing style sm 😞😞😞💗💗 MWAH MAKE SURE TO DRINK WATER AND EAT PROPERLY!!!!

thank you thank you sweet nonnie !! ♡♡♡ i’m so glad you like it 😫🫶🏼 i’ve got a lot of works planned bby ! 🤠🤠🌷 thank uuu and take care!!

#♡⃕ mailbox! #❁ anonie

[mera-k1]

MERA I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE ICHIRO SM😭😭 you always write him so sweet and tender and loving and just everyones dream guy idk i think ur really doing my best boy justice and i wanted to tell u i rly appreciate it🤍🤍🤍

OMG. THANK YOU NONNIE I LOVE YOU!! he really is the dream guy... loving ichiro all hours of the day♡♡ i honestly just can't help but write him super soft idk why.. to me, he'd be the biggest softie with his lover♡

#♡ anon ♡ #♡ rambling ♡

[espectres]

It’s hard to find blogs so dedicated to actually understanding the characters they write about !!! So I enjoy urs a lot :)) was wondering if u had any thoughts on ritsu (he is my personal favorite)

Hello nonnie!! Thank you sm for your kind words!!!! ｡ﾟ(＾ヮ＾)/♡ .°• I'm really glad you're enjoying my writing, I'm having sm fun around here myself !!

OOOOHH RITSU. RITSU!! It's been a while since i got a chance to be insane abt him, it's so obvious to anyone familiar with my mp100 hyperfixation that he's my second fave lol I always feel like he's the kind of character I'd struggle writing, there is so much to him that I'd want to study under a microscope forever to truely understand the depths of his really well-written character. But aside from the edge-lord sasuke-wannabe that surfaces ( and takes over most of the fanon portrayals, mind you ), I think Ritsu is such a loving boy who has been so troubled for a really, Really long time, and has managed to hide it all so well from everyone, and that last fact on its own is so tragic to me. I instantly felt so much sympathy for him, to constantly be in such pain & turmoil and still feel the need to hide your problems, from your schoolmates, from your siblings, from your parents, I think these are things a lot of people can relate to, including myself. It was mostly fear that made Ritsu hide all that time, and it's so fascinating to see how his spiral during big cleanup arc is just all the negative emotions that had been rotting him from within finally reaching the surface. And all of this rotting has shaped him into this "perfect" boy who tries to make up for some sort of lacking that no one besides himself seems to understand. Ritsu is literally one of the top ten students in all of fucking Japan and he doesn't give a damn about it, because in his world his brother & the things his brother can do has been his biggest aspirations, his brightest dreams! his worst nightmares! and if he can't do that, then what use are his achievements ? what to make of himself & every single thing about him that's so plain & powerless ? what is so wrong about him that stops him from being like his brother ? his frustrations and fears are literally so visceral istg it was sO CONCERNING to watch.

And between his trauma/fear and his imposter syndrome & trying to be the brother who makes up for whatever the other brother doesn't have ( perfect grades, perfect records, perfect reputation, perfect looks ) Ritsu never really lived normally despite being THE normal one of two, but it's been him & his isolation & all the horrors for so long!! That's why when he realizes & decides he wants to have fun in life I just kind of burst to tears ??? no more fear no more facades no more lies no more unspoken unbearable suffering killing him slowly !!!

Aside from me just wanting to cry forever over him, if u want any salt on the fandom I think everyone shld look a liiittle past the emoboy who's just there to look pretty & be sad- and try to find the kid who trusts & loves his brother so much & helps his mother do the dishes & likes to watch dramas & goes with his bestie on fishing becuz he doesn't like loud places. he also studies because he genuinely thinks it's fun. isn't he weird ??? isn't he so sweet when you think abt it ????

#tldr; RITSU 😭😭😭 #there is sm abt him to explore & i fall head over heels for writers who ACTUALLY TRY to do so !!!! #not to say there is none. ritsu is def doing better than shou when it comes to fanon #i downright hate fanon i want to burn him in the fire he thinks he can make #ritsu is a different matter..very tolerable tho idm #thanks again nonnie for letting me be insane abt my other fave boy!!!!!! shou & ritsu r very special to meeeee #𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ; inbox. #𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ; saved.

[tteokdoroki]

in that case... to prevent you from abandoning the blog, i'll just have to send you one nice message per day ♡! (for real though, do what makes you feel most comfortable. i love your writing, but your comfort is of highest priority ♡♡!)

oh stop :( that’s adorable !!! i appreciate you nonnie, thank you for your sweetness and your support!! am kissing u n making u hot cocoa

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #criesss

[forlix]

I'm so happy that my message touched your heart somehow, good people are rare and I feel like u are one of those people. also, u can take credit, bc it's all you, even if people are nice through the asks, u are always kind regardless. I'll take just the 🐼 one tho, if that's ok! btw u give me such Felix's vibes, it just gives me more wish to care for you and not let the world harm you? sometimes I'm the mom friend on my friend group, sorry.

also, I just saw you are an international relations student!!! I'm so happy to see more people that makes the same course I did! I hope you like it tho, I think the course it's incredible, but I'm kinda biased lol but truly, hope you like the course!

almost forgot to hit the annon button, although I talked to u before (once 🙈), I haven't had the best experience sending asks to people, so I'm sending annon for now. hope you have a good rest of evening, thank you for existing and to share your sparkle with the world 💜✨

-🐼

hi sweet 🐼 nonnie, my apologies for getting back to you so late, the past week was terribly draining but i'm getting back into the groove of things. thank you for your patience

firstly, i refuse to believe you're a real person you must be my personal angel or something bc WDYM I REMIND YOU OF FELIX AND YOU WANT TO CARE FOR ME?? THAT'S THE?? SWEETEST THING EVER??? it's always crazy being reminded that people Perceive me and even crazier when people Perceive me like THIS. i am undeserving and you're so so kind. thank you so much (also the mom friend in the friend group? do i sense the minho to my felix? 👀)

secondly, wait omg that's so exciting, we have a lil international relations student community on here!! i'm really enjoying the curriculum too; it's very flexible at my uni bc the field is so broad, so i've been able to take a ton of classes from different departments to count towards the degree. pls tell me more!! what did u like about it? what was it like for u overall :ooo

and lastly YOU'VE TALKED TO ME BEFORE? HELLOOO? unless you've changed your url recently i'm fairly sure i'll remember u. now i'm racking my brain... but i completely understand the choice to remain anonymous and you don't ever ever need to justify not disclosing your identity, my love, okay? the internet is a wild place

you're such a gem, truly. thank you for gracing my life with your warmth. i can't wait for us to talk more ♡( ◡‿◡ )

#*inbox #🐼 anon