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#they're the lil guy in my head🥹

winxanity-ii · 5 months

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𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

╚»★«╝ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟒𝟐/𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎!𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ╚»★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff x 3

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you come across the cutest tiktok confession.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Once again, sorry for the lack of updates, college life is no joke...don't do it y'all, jkjk 👀 but fr, just had a cute lil thought i wanted to indulge in 🥹❤️

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You're lounging in your dorm room, your phone in hand as you lazily scroll through TikTok. It's just another typical evening, filled with catchy tunes and viral dances, until you stumble upon a video that captures your attention.

It's a boy, seemingly around your age, his screen filled with the genuine warmth of someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. His profile name reads milesmorales, with the caption , "Falling without saying a word... 🥺💕," compelling enough to make you stop and watch.

The boy—Miles—in the video is undeniably cute; he's got a head of tight curls, skin a rich shade of brown, and hazel eyes that sparkle with a kind of bashful enthusiasm. But it's his smile, accompanied by the appearance of dimples, that really gets you.

He's awkwardly adorable, his words tumbling out with a mix of shyness and awe. "There's this person in my lecture hall..." he starts, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. The apple of cheeks are a soft pink, and you find his bashfulness endearing. He talks about them as though they're the sun—bright, warm, and utterly captivating. "They're just... amazing, you know? There's something about them. I can't stop thinking about them," he stutters, looking down with a shy smile playing on his lips.

As the video progresses, Miles' cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as well as the tips of his ears. He's visibly struggling to express his feelings, yet he perseveres, driven by the strength of his emotions. "I think I might... I might be in love," he confesses, his voice barely more than a whisper. It's a bold statement, especially for someone who admits, with a flustered grin, that he hasn't even spoken to them yet. "I've just seen them from across the room," he says, laughing nervously, his hand coming up to shield his eyes as if to hide from his own confession.

The video ends with him looking down for a moment before meeting the camera again. "I don't even know if they know I exist, but I just had to share this."

As the video loops back to the beginning, you're struck by the sincerity and sweetness of his confession.

"Aww," You find yourself smiling at your phone, touched by his raw, unpolished honesty. He's not playing it cool or trying to be something he's not. He's just a guy, overwhelmed by his feelings for someone he's never even talked to.

You find yourself replaying the video, drawn to his earnestness. There's something about his demeanor that's incredibly relatable and real. It's like watching a scene from a movie, except there's no script here—just a boy, a phone, and a crush that's taken him completely by surprise.

You can't help but wonder about the person he's talking about—is they aware of the lovestruck boy who adores them from afar? The thought lingers in your mind as you continue scrolling, the Miles' shy smile imprinted in your memory.

Curiosity piqued, you notice a comment pointing to another video. It's a follow-up, just as viral as the first. You click, and there he is again—with earnest eyes, now a familiar presence on your screen. Miles voice, soft and almost reverent, draws you into his world once more.

He's trying to articulate his feelings better this time, speaking of the person he's never directly spoken to, yet feels so deeply for. As he talks, his eyes shimmer with an unspoken joy. "It's weird, right? How you can feel so much for someone you've never talked to? But every time I see them, it's like my day gets a little brighter."

Miles' voice takes on a softer tone, almost reverent, as he describes them. He recounts small details—how quiet they are and how they seem isolated at first but are actually incredibly kind, always ready to help others. You find yourself drawn into his narrative, seeing this person through his eyes.

"They have this quiet strength about them," he says softly, his eyes lighting up. "It's like, they don't need to be loud to be noticed. Their kindness... it just speaks volumes."

He shifts slightly, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. "And the way they have this way of being there for people, even when they keep to themselves. It's like they don't even realize how sweet they are. It's just... part of who they are. It's amazing to watch. I admire that, I really do."

The video concludes with a moment of vulnerability, his gaze shifting off-camera, a wistful tone in his voice. "I just wish I could tell them all this, ya know? Just walk up to them and say it. Maybe someday," he murmurs, more to himself than to his audience.

You find yourself scrolling through the comments, where viewers have poured out their hearts in response to his vulnerability:

starlightdreamer This is the cutest thing ever 😭 You HAVE to talk to them! funnyguy87: Dude, if you don't tell them, I'm stealing your lines for my crush 😂 hopelessfalleesr23: Manifesting a guy like this for myself 😍💕 mysterygirl123: If it doesn't work out with them, I'm right here! comediequeenie: Plot twist: This is marketing for a netflix rom-com. jkjk can't wait for the next update 😂 sinceritiesqueaks: This is so pure. It's rare to see someone so genuine. Don't lose that spark! They're lucky ❤️

"Saammmee," You can't help but giggle softly at the comments, finding the whole situation endearingly sweet.

Curiosity leads you to Miles' TikTok profile, to devour his other videos. There were only four more since the viral one—each one a treasure in its own right. The most recent one catches your attention immediately. In it, Miles addresses the growing curiosity about his crush's identity. "So, my account's blown up way more than I expected," he starts, a mix of surprise and caution in his tone. "And to answer the question everyone's asking: no, I won't be showing what they looks like. The reasons? I don't want someone sweeping in before I get my chance to express my feelings, and I definitely don't want them getting hate from people being delusional. That's it. I hope that clears things up. Now, please stop asking."

You can't help but vocalize your admiration, "We stan an intellectual king," admiring his consideration and respect for his crush's privacy.

The second video is a delicate blend of candor and restraint, hinting at what led to his latest update. Miles appears hesitant, weighing each word as if he's trying to maintain boundaries amidst his sudden online fame. "I get that you're all curious, and I appreciate the love, but please stop flooding my DMs for updates. It's not about what they look like, it's about who they are, the person I've come to admire from a distance. I'll share more about them, sure, but I'm going to keep it vague from now on. Some things... they need to stay just between us, even in this digital world."

Each word he speaks feels like a secret shared just with you, despite the thousands of other viewers. You're drawn deeper into the story of this boy and his unseen crush; his words painting a picture of an affection that's pure and profound, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this digital love story.

In the third video, he responds to a comment about his appearance.

budsinlighter: Why are you so afraid to confess/talk when you're this good-looking?

As you watch, you find yourself nodding agreeing—Miles really is handsome. His face, a beautiful blend of African-Latino heritage, is marked by a rich brown skin tone that glows under the camera light. His hazel eyes, fringed with curly eyelashes, are deeply expressive, radiating a mix of vulnerability and warmth.

But it's his smile that captures your heart—a boyish, charming smile that brings out small dimples at the corners of his full, two-toned lips. There's a hesitant yet genuine quality to it, like he's still getting used to being seen and appreciated.

Miles' hair adds to his distinctive look—3B curls in a stylish brown undercut, the sides neatly trimmed, making the curls on top stand out even more. His skin appears smooth, almost poreless, adding to his youthful appearance. His high cheekbones are accentuated every time he smiles or laughs, adding to the boyish charm that makes him so endearing.

Miles answers with a shy laugh, "I guess I don't really see myself like that. I mean, on campus, I try to dress nice sometimes, but mostly, it's just a big hoodie, sweats, and a beanie for me." He fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, looking more like a boy trying to find comfort in his own skin than the confident image he's portrayed.

He continues, his voice dropping a bit as he shares something deeply personal. "Growing up, I was... different. I was lanky, had acne, pretty short. Got a lot of flak for it, from family and at school." He shrugs, his eyes drift away from the camera, as if revisiting those memories isn't easy. "So now, even when people call me attractive, it's hard to believe. I still feel like that kid sometimes, you know? It's weird getting compliments when you've spent so long seeing yourself in a completely different way."

As he speaks, there's an honesty that resonates with you. His struggles, his transformation, the dissonance between how the world sees him and how he sees himself – it all paints a picture of someone who's grown, yet still carries the scars of his past.

"Poor baby," You sigh, feeling yourself relate to him even more.

As you tap on the last video, you see that it's a six-minute Q&A of Miles answering the most liked questions from his viral video's comments. You lean in, intrigued.

The intimate setting of his dorm room, with posters adorning the walls and a soft light casting a cozy glow, makes it feel like a personal chat.

kirano-indemguts: How old are you?

Miles responds with an easy smile, "I'm 19, born in August. Makes me a Leo, if anyone's into astrology."

gimmiegimmeamaniepedi: Height?

He looks momentarily puzzled, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure how tall they are, but I don't really care, tall, short. But if you mean me, I think I'm around 6'2," he says, giving a small, almost shy laugh. He gestures to his frame, as if to offer a visual confirmation of his height.

kiranoeiw: Are u a top or bottom 😛

Miles' expression shifts to one of mild confusion and embarrassment. His voice drops to a near whisper, and he looks down, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I, um, I don't really know what that means..." He coughs slightly, regaining his composure. "Let's go to the next question."

hhhobies: your video make my whole day💗💖✴🌺 but can you make my hole weak?💞💞✌🏻

He reads it out loud, his voice tinged with amusement.

For a moment, Miles blinks, his expression one of confusion. Then, as the meaning of the words sinks in, his eyes widen slightly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He stutters, momentarily lost for words. "You guys really just go for it, huh?" he finally manages to say, his laughter breaking through the initial shock.

Shaking his head in disbelief but still smiling, Miles quickly moves on to the next question, his laughter still echoing in the room.

samiyasosa: Have you ever been in a relationship before?

Miles hums thoughtfully, his fingers absentmindedly tousling the top of his hair. "No, I haven't," he admits with a hint of vulnerability. "I was kind of just... there, ya know? Watching everyone else navigate dating and relationships while I never really jumped in."

You find yourself nodding in agreement, his words mirroring your own experiences. Like Miles, you had always thought it smarter to wait until after high school to explore dating, a decision advised by adults around you. Now, in college, you find yourself inexperienced in the dating scene.

Your attention returns to the video as Miles falls into a moment of quiet reflection, his sigh soft and contemplative. He looks away, his gaze distant. "If they're not interested or I get rejected, it's okay," he speaks, his tone imbued with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. "I can't force anyone to like me. Everyone's their own person, right? Sure, it'll hurt, but... that's life."

You didn't need to see the question to know what was asked because his response was more then enough; his ability to accept and maturity to prepare for any potential outcomes of his crush situation earn your silent applause.

The video ends with him mustering a smile, shrugging off the sadness. "I'll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, and thanks for all the support."

As the screen goes dark, you let out a sigh, echoing his sentiment. "Same, Miles. Same," you mutter, feeling a connection to his candidness and honesty. Your thoughts briefly wander, pondering the complexities of unrequited feelings and the bravery it takes to express them.

The shrill sound of your alarm abruptly pulls you back to reality, signaling the end of your brief escape into Miles' world. With a groan and an exaggerated eye roll, you shut off the alarm and sit up, preparing to switch gears. "From crushing on a TikTok confession to deciphering ancient myths," you quip with a touch of sarcasm, reaching for your mythology textbook. "Because clearly, my academic life is as thrilling as my non-existent love life."

As you gather your study materials, a final glance at your phone screen shows Miles' TikTok account still open. Finding his entire situation and candidness on his account endearing, you can't help but press 'Follow', a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. There's something about him—his vulnerability, his honesty—that resonates with you. Eager to see how his story unfolds, you make a mental note to keep up with his updates.

With a newfound sense of connection, albeit to a stranger on the internet, you turn your attention to your homework, the mythological tales waiting to be unraveled. Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of Miles and his unspoken love story lingers, a sweet distraction from the mundane routine of college life.

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A weary groan escapes your lips as you trudge into your dorm room. Glancing to the left, you notice your roommate's side still empty, a stark reminder of her absence since Fall Break. Now, with Winter Break fast approaching and the weight of semester final exams bearing down, her continued absence feels more pronounced.

You shuffle to your side of the room, dropping your backpack with a thud onto the desk. Exhaustion overwhelms you as you collapse facedown onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow. Your brain feels like it's been put through a blender after completing your final mythology exam.

Apsu, Hercules, Persphone, Gilgamesh,Antigone,Tiamat,Aphrodi—AHHH! So much to recall!

You're so grateful for your professor's open-notes policy. Though the only downside was that you were only allowed three-notecards to put said notes on. An award should be given for the way you managed to cram an entire semesters' of lessons onto those three cards.

Your hand lazily reached into your pocket to fetch the notecards and see if they reflected anything you recall from the exam, but it came up empty. Your face scrunched up into confusion only to relax as the memory of giving them away comes back. You can still picture the sea of stressed faces in the exam hall, the clock ticking down, TAs patrolling the room. Luckily, with your trusty cards, you managed to finish with 45-minutes to spare; you must have given it away in such a generous mood.

"Oh well, I did my good deed for the day," you muse with a resigned sigh, kicking off your shoes and burrowing into the comfort of your blankets. Your phone in hand, you prepare for a well-deserved TikTok binge session.

A few weeks have passed since you first discovered Miles' account. Today, your scrolling comes to a halt as his face appears in a new update. He's outdoors, away from the familiar confines of his dorm room, his cheeks tinted with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

As Miles begins to speak, the world around him fades into insignificance. He's sharing a story about his crush, each word pulling you deeper into the narrative. You lean in, captivated, as he recounts the events, oblivious to everything else but his story unfolding on your screen.

He describes the moment with a sense of wonder in his voice. "They were one of the first to finish the exam," he says, his eyes lighting up at the memory. "As they walked up the lecture hall, they made eye contact with me. Just for a second, they slowed down..."

You can almost see it happening—the quiet of the exam hall, the tension in the air, Miles sitting there, lost and overwhelmed. Then they appear in his story, a momentary savior with a simple question that changes everything.

Miles' voice softens, a smile creeping into his tone. "They mouthed, 'Do you need notes?' I just nodded, too stunned to speak. And then, they did the most amazing thing." He pauses, as if reliving the kindness in his mind. "They dropped the notecard near my foot, pretending to pick it up for me. Like it was mine all along."

You picture the scene: their quick thinking, the subtle exchange of the notecard, the careful glance to ensure they weren't caught. It's a scene straight out of a movie, and you're captivated by every detail.

"Their smile..." Miles continues, a dreamy quality in his voice. "It was so genuine, so kind. For a moment, my heart just... stopped. And when it started again, it was like a drum in my chest."

You can feel his confusion, his awe, the rush of emotions that must have coursed through him. The way he describes it, you're right there in that lecture hall, watching the scene unfold, feeling his heart skip and restart.

As he recounts the moment, an unexpected memory flashes through your mind. You see yourself back in the mythology exam room, finishing early. Your attention is drawn to a figure hunched over in the corner. A boy, unmistakably overwhelmed, with his hoodie drawn over his head and his leg tapping out a nervous rhythm against the floor. The scene is crystal clear in your mind—the palpable sense of his distress pulls at your heartstrings.

You recall every detail...his slouched posture, the way his hoodie shadowed his face, his leg nervously bouncing as he stared down at an exam paper, still on the first page. Your footsteps slowed as you approached, noticing his pencil tapping against the small foldable desk in a frantic tempo. When he sensed your presence, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of silent communication.

In a hushed tone, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Do you need notes?" His nod was all the confirmation you needed. You quickly devised a plan, crouching beside him and pretending to pick up the notecard you had secretly folded in your hand. You were acutely aware of the TA's watchful eyes pausing their patrol, scrutinizing your interaction for any signs of cheating. You flashed an innocent smile to the TA, then turned back to the boy, saying softly, "Here, your notecard fell under your seat." Placing the cards gently in his hands, you offered him a reassuring smile before gathering your belongings to leave.

Snapped back to the present by Miles' voice on your phone, the pieces suddenly click together. As the realization dawns on you, the video becomes a distant drone in the background. That boy was Miles.

You were the one who helped him. He was the boy you helped.

Your heart races as everything clicks into place. The crush Miles has been talking about all this time... it's you.

In a daze, you drop your phone, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave. He likes you. Miles, the earnest, kind-hearted boy from TikTok, likes you.

"Hold up... HE LIKES ME!?!" The thought sends you rolling onto your stomach, screeching into your pillow in disbelief. "That hot piece of a man likes me!?"

After a moment of wild disbelief, you slowly sit up, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your head. What should you do? Should you reach out to him? The thought of initiating contact with Miles, knowing he has feelings for you, sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness through you.

As you contemplate your next move, a sense of anticipation builds within you. This isn't just a story unfolding on your phone screen anymore; it's happening to you. And somehow, that makes it all the more exhilarating.

Gathering up courage that you didn't know you had, you decide to take a leap of faith. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you type out a message to Miles on TikTok, your fingers hesitating slightly over the send button.

@butt-Y/N-nna Did the notecards help?

The question feels both monumental and incredibly simple.

You glance at your own TikTok profile—less than two followers, a single grainy video, a username that now seems embarrassingly childish, and an anime icon. The vulnerability of reaching out to someone like Miles, who seems so put together, suddenly hits you.

Almost an hour ticks by with no response, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Each minute feels longer than the last, filling you with doubt.

Finally, Miles' reply comes through:

milesmorales Yeah, it did. Statistics is a tough course.

Confusion furrows your brow. You type back, trying to keep your tone light despite the mix-up:

@butt-Y/N-nna Stat? The only notes I gave out were for mythology. So, if you used it for that, sorry to say, but you failed, bud.

You hit send, and then there's nothing but silence. Miles' profile goes inactive. A heavy sigh escapes you as you berate yourself for possibly jumping to conclusions. It's a huge college, and you weren't the only one helping others during finals. Laughing at yourself for even entertaining the thought, you swipe off the app and impulsively delete it, your heart sinking just a bit.

But just before the app disappears, a new text notification from Miles appears, lost amidst your hasty decision. You don't see it, consumed by your self-doubt and the decision to move on, leaving the possibility of what might have been with Miles unanswered.

The following week, as you return to your mythology class to discuss a possible makeup exam with your professor, a hooded figure sitting near the door catches your attention. You take the empty seat next to them, unaware of their sudden tenseness and subtle shift in posture.

Lost in your own world, you mindlessly scroll through your phone, diving into the latest #fnafxreader stories. Your AirPods are in, blaring Keane's "Frog Prince." The lyrics resonate with you in the moment—"Your prince's crown...Cracks and falls down...Your castle hollow and cold."

Meanwhile, the figure next to you is engrossed in their own phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a text popping up on your phone from the dorm floor group chat. It's about Miles going live. For a brief second, you consider redownloading TikTok to join in, but the gripping Michael Afton x reader fanfic you're reading—as well as lingering embarrassment—holds your attention too tightly. You make a mental note to ask your dorm-floor friends for a recap later—they're just as obsessed with this cute TikTok love story as you are, and you've spent many evenings in the lounge room discussing it. So, with a swipe, you dismiss the notification and dive back into your story, the intriguing plotline drawing you in once more.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the terror that courses through your veins. Blood trickles from the cuts scattered across your body, the result of your desperate attempts to escape. Gasping for breath, you glance at your watch: 5:25 AM. 'Just 35 minutes to go,' you tell yourself, your mind clinging to the hope of surviving until dawn. You push forward, your feet pounding against the cold, hard floor of the empty corridor. The eerie silence is punctuated only by your labored breathing and the distant, ominous hum of the pizzeria. You can almost feel the malevolent gaze of the animatronics lurking in the shadows. As you turn a corner, a chilling sound freezes you in your tracks – the unmistakable metallic thunks of someone, or something, pursuing you. Panic surges through you. 'Shit, shit, shit,' you curse under your breath, your eyes desperately searching for a haven. Spotting a room nearby, you lunge towards it, slamming the door shut behind you. From beyond the door, a hauntingly familiar voice sings out. "Y/N~" Michael's voice is taunting, playful yet sinister. "It's not nice to run away during a playdate~" Your eyes narrow, and your lips press into a thin line as his words seep into your ears, sending shivers down your spine. Memories flood back to the day you saw Michael's true nature – the day he and your brother cruelly played with little Evan, placing his head inside the mechanical Fazbear head. That moment should have been a warning sign of the madness lurking within Michael, but you never anticipated how his obsession would turn towards you. Now, trapped in your role as a security officer at the pizzeria, you find yourself not only evading the demonic animatronics but also Michael, whose fixation has morphed into a deadly game of cat and mouse. The room you've taken refuge in feels claustrophobic, the air thick with tension. You press your back against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. Every creak and whisper heightens your fear, and you brace yourself for what might come next. This pizzeria, once a place of joy and laughter, has become a labyrinthine nightmare, and escaping unscathed feels more impossible with each passing second. BAM—the door...

The intensity of the fanfic is cut short by your notification bar going off incessantly. There are so many messages coming in from the group chat that you can hardly read a thing. With a huff, you click off the fanfic to see what all the fuss is about. "It better not be another fire drill because someone was smoking," you bitterly think, recalling the last time you all had to stand out in the cold at 3 in the morning because someone smoked in the dorms.

As you open the group chat, you're bombarded with messages, all talking about Miles' current live session. The excitement in the chat is palpable, but you can't help feeling a bit detached, still nursing the sting of your recent embarrassment. Just as the flurry of texts seems to slow down, you finally have a moment to catch up on a few messages before another wave hits.

Toni No because Miles is freaking out on live because he sees his crush and doesn't know what to do!!

Kiko Didn't he post earlier that he think he might have gotten in contact with them recently???

The chat erupts again before you can process this.

Kyi The live is BOOOMING! AHHHH! WAIT HE SAID HE'S LOGGING OFF AND FINNA SPEAK AJUSHGSBSBHSA

Your curiosity piques, but before you can delve deeper, a deluge of new messages floods the chat, making it nearly impossible to keep up.

You start to type a message, asking for more details, but you're interrupted by a throat-clearing sound. You look up, wide-eyed, half-expecting to see your professor giving you a disapproving look. It wouldn't be the first time you've been caught off-guard while reading. Instead, the source of the interruption isn't your professor at all. It's the figure seated to your left.

Turning your head, your lips are pulled into a slight pout, a mixture of frustration from the incessant chatter in the chat and the unexpected disturbance. As your gaze settles on the person next to you, your brain takes a moment to register who it is.

It's Miles.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. There, in the flesh, is Miles, the same guy you've been reading about, discussing with friends, and watching from afar on TikTok. He's right beside you, the subject of the flurry of messages on your phone. Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you're speechless, the line between the virtual world and reality blurring strikingly.

Miles' eyes roam over your face, as if he can't quite believe you're real. He clears his throat again, looking away briefly as his ears and the apples of his cheeks flush a light pink. "I-..." He pauses, collecting his thoughts, then meets your eyes again, his expression morphing into a half-cute, boyish smile. "Thanks for the notecards. I still don't get why our professor thought it was realistic to remember the birthplace of Odysseus's fake alias, Quintus Metellus, from 'The Odyssey.' I mean, who actually remembers he claimed to be from Crete?" he jokes.

You return his smile, feeling a sense of ease. "Heh, I try. As you could see from those cards, I really didn't want to fail."

Miles chuckles, sitting up straighter, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Hey, I don't blame you. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, I would've had to repeat this class, no joke."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you wave off his compliment. "Please," you giggle, "I've heard about you from my doormmates; you're practically a genius in chemistry. Acing exams, breezing through lectures, even correcting the professor once or twice."

At your words, Miles looks bashfully at you, his lips curling into a sweet smile, his head tilting slightly as he gazes at you, almost as if he's seeing you for the first time. His eyes wander over your features—from your eyes to your nose, then your lips—as if trying to memorize every detail. In his look, there's a sense of yearning and awe, reminiscent of how Hippolytus might have gazed upon the goddess Artemis in his final moments, a look filled with admiration for something pure and unattainable, his expression tinged with the bittersweet understanding of beauty admired under the shadow of an unjust fate. This gaze, filled with a mix of reverence and a hint of sadness, seems to say you are his Artemis, a figure of innocent wonderment amidst the complexities of his world.

"What?" you ask teasingly, raising an eyebrow to mask your growing fluster.

"It's just… you're really cool," His voice carries a soft tone, mixed with endermeant.

You smile and shrug lightly, a playful tone in your voice. "What can I say? I'm awesome."

A soft smile spreads across Miles' face, his eyes softening in a way that leaves you momentarily breathless. The usual intensity that lingers in his gaze transforms into something tender, a warmth that seems to reach out and touch you. "Yeah... you are," he says, his voice low and filled with a gentle observation that seems to see not just you, but into you.

The way he says it, with such earnestness and a hint of awe, makes your heart flutter in a way you hadn't anticipated. It's as if his words carry more than just a simple affirmation; they are laced with an unspoken admiration.

It's your turn to clear your throat and look away to try and compose yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted as the professor's office door swings open, and out walks a blonde-haired girl.

"Now Gwen, I want this to be the last year you retake my course—" Professor Osborn starts, but Gwen cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says dismissively. "But be real, Mr. Osborn. I wouldn't have to retake your course for the third time if the other subjects in your department were competent to teach their subjects."

"Yes, but focusing solely on mythological romances isn't going to get you very far, Gwen. You need to balance it out with another course," the professor retorts.

Gwen sighs and waves a hand dismissively as she walks away. "Yeah, got it," she mumbles, her gaze briefly landing on you and Miles. There's a momentary linger in her eyes, especially on Miles, before she continues on her way.

Professor Osborn clears his throat, calling up Miles and apologizing for the delay. "No problem, sir," Miles reassures him, getting up to follow. He slows his steps as he reaches you, leaning in slightly. "I'll wait for you after your appointment, yeah?"

You can only muster a nod, still finding everything surreal. As Miles walks into the professor's office, you're left alone with your thoughts, the weight of the moment settling around you. You realize that this isn't just a fleeting encounter; it feels like the beginning of something new, something real.

As you wait for your turn with the professor, your mind races with possibilities. The unexpected twist of fate that brought you and Miles together in this academic setting, away from the screens and chats, feels like something out of a story. Yet, here you are, living it.

When your appointment with the professor ends, you step out, finding Miles waiting as promised. His smile is warm, inviting, and for the first time, you feel a sense of excitement about what lies ahead. "Wanna grab lunch in the U-Center?" he asks, and you can't help but smile back, nodding in agreement.

As you walk alongside Miles, chatting about mythology, classes, and everything in between, you realize that sometimes, life has a way of bringing stories off the screen and into reality. And perhaps, just maybe, this is the start of your own real-life story.

ahahaahah. not me indulging in college romance. y'all im just out here being delusional and need and outlet 💀💀

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #kisses #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles #miles morales #prowler miles #atsv #atsv miles #atsv fluff #miles 42 x reader #miles x reader

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grvyrd-drms · 8 months

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ej with a very reckless, danger magnet, problematic, crazy nb reader? romantic hcs? 🥹 pls?🩷

eyeless jack x reckless reader !!!

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A/N: he's not even real and i can feel his headache from you. also sorry if the grammar isn't good in this one i'm too exhausted to english correctly (it's literally my 1st and only language but leave me alone)

CW: gn!reader, injuries, anxiety, jack being overprotective (in a good way 😋), very very mild NSFW like lowkey not even NSFW

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-YOU DRIVE HIM FUCKING CRAZY

-sorry.

-jack adores you. he really does. he finally found someone who's willing to push past all of his 'deformities', his trauma, his... picky appetite, all of it. only issue is of course that you are the most unhinged person on the planet.

-thank GOD that he's one of the resident 'doctors' in the manor. although i say that lightly, in all honesty he's so tired of you coming through the doors all bruised up. he misses when toby was his #1 visitor (thats saying so much)

-makes you carry a fully packed first aid kit when you "go on your adventures" as he puts it. tells you to shut the fuck up and just take it when you complain.

-jack takes your health very seriously. if he ever lost the one person he's found so far that actually cares about him he'd go apeshit. so yes. you're getting a weekly checkup and inspection. no you cannot protest. yes he will make up for it by whatever you want. (perverts..... /j)

-keeps special bandaids for u. ones with cool designs on them (they're all spiderman).

-gets SO STRESSED when you come in visible injuries (lots of blood, bruises, etc).

-acts like a mom lowkey. lectures you while he patches you up and then tiredly gives you a lil smooch on the head.

-holds you so so so so close late at night. almost like he's trying to shield your body with his.

-secretly tries to make deals with the others to go get you stuff instead of you going out to buy it yourself, just to try to prevent your ass from going anywhere without help 💀.

-if you break something, require stitches or anything that hurts he talks you through it. like watching him intensely place sutures while talking to you about what he's doing......... hnmhmnhmbbnbgg

-sometimes if he's in a bad place he'll watch you while you sleep. he just needs that reassurance that you're okay, and seeing you all comfy in bed, (not out in the middle of nowhere with zero supplies) makes him feel 100000 times better.

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i'm sooooo behind on my inbox sorry guys school is kicking my ass lol

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willowser · 4 months

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i received this lovely lovely lil thought from a lovely lovely anon in response to this question, and i think we ALL should get to enjoy it 🥹🩷

(Tw:Abuse / Manipulation (kind of; it's not overly gratuitous, but better safe than sorry))

Will! !! So I was thinking about your "would Bakugou chase after you, even after you're engaged" post (loved it! spinning it around in my head), and while I do think he'd probably let you go if you were truely happy with this other person, y'know what might change that? If this other person wasn't making you happy. (I’M SO SORRY FOR THE INCOMING WALL OF TEXT – please just delete if I’m being annoying!!) To explain; I think in this scenario, maybe you're still getting over a long-time unrequited crush (👀), and you're looking for something with a normal, sweet guy to help get over it. He's not the type you would usually go for, but he's nice enough (idk, maybe he has blonde hair, or red eyes, and maybe that makes it easier). And while you initially thought this would just be a short fling, it just kind of... gets away from you? A few dates turn into a few more, and then lots more and before you know it things are getting Serious. He's talking about moving in together, and you're taken aback by it (weren't you just starting to go out together? Isn't this too soon?). But it's not like you have anything real to complain about! He's not horrible to you or anything! He treats you well enough! It's just that you don't seem to feel anything... deep? for him. You don't daydream about a future together, you don't go out and wish he was there with you; Honestly, if he's not there with you, you don't think much about him at all (not the way you used to with him 👀). And hey, maybe sometimes (frequently) you end up doing things you didn't want to do, maybe he knows what to say to get you to acquiesce to his wants and needs, without coming across as manipulative. Or maybe you're just nervous! He isn't "rushing you long term commitments, which would dissuade you from leaving", the two of you are just caught up in a Whirlwind Romance! /Sarcastic. Being honest, that kind of thing grinds a person down after a while; you bend much more easily to his whims. He is, after all, so Normal and so Sweet - and how often do guys like that turn up? You'd be a fool to dump him now, now he knows you so well, and really. What are you expecting? Some Prince Charming(👀) to come and sweep you off your feet? Get real. So you get the flat together, and later on (though sooner than you'd like), you accept his proposal.

1 / 7 (I'm so sorry)

2/7 To my mind, this is the kind of diverging path for Bakugou. I think, if this was a genuine whirlwind romance, and it was recognised by the people around you, he'd probably back off. For all his brashness, he wouldn't want to hurt you by ruining your wedding day to the person you actually love. TBH I can kind of see him pining for you for the rest of his life, and hoping you become a widow/er so he get another shot to confess his feelings lmao. In that situation he could write off his own negative feelings towards your fiance as his own jealousy, right? If the fiance were actually bad for you, at least one other person from your respective friend group would notice. But!! I think that would change if his opinions were backed up by his friends (because it would demonstrate that it isn’t just his jealousy tarnishing his opinion of your boyfriend) Let's imagine that maybe he isn't the only one to think something Weird is going on. Maybe he's hanging out with Denki and Sero, because he's so obviously miserable about not confessing in time, and they're trying to cheer him up (it's been a month and he's mouldering. He is suffering). In walk Eijiro and Mina, who - while they were out getting snacks that Bakugou would never even consider eating if he wasn't in the depths of despair - just so happened to run into you and your new... boyfriend? Kind of? You seemed kind of reluctant to say the two of you were dating, but he seemed nice. Eijiro thinks he's kind of bland, and Mina knows you can do better (which she says both for Bakugou's ego, and because it's true), but nice enough. And you know, maybe, for the first time in a month, Bakugou stops sitting so rigidly. He doesn't slouch per se, no. He relaxes in the same way that tiger might relax before pouncing, in the way that a hunter might breathe out before pulling the trigger. A month of dating, and you still won't call the guy your boyfriend? When you'd introduced them to each-other (after your third date), Bakugou assumed it was his jealousy that made him hate the guy. Kind of boring, kind of pushy (a/n: no, he wouldn't clock the fact that he looks like off-brand Bakugou). He didn't think it would last too long, but it still felt bitter that that was the guy who beat him to the punch.

But seriously; a month of dating, and you still won't call the guy your boyfriend? That's... interesting >:)

3/7 So months roll by, and Bakugou keeps his eye on you. He flipflops between anguishing over his jealousy, and making sure that your “boyfriend” is treating you right. Of course, it’s made harder by the fact that he doesn’t see you that much any more. Your other friends notice it too; You’re not being kept inside your (shared) flat, but you always seem busy, and a bit tired. Ochako and Iida can usually grab you for lunch, Momo swings by your flat pretty often, but your social calendar seems so full now. Full of dates and outings with your new boyfriend. Apparently, you barely have a minute for someone you’ve been friends with since childhood.

It pisses Bakugou off to no end, but he’s keeping his distance (for now). Because the thing is, Bakugou – above anything else – respects you. If you want to waste your time on some loser, he’s not going to presume that he knows better for you! Bakugou’s many things but he’s not “fuckin’ presumptuous”. Besides, if you really were in dire straights, or needed help, you’d reach out. It’s not like you don’t still send him little messages every other day; memes you think he’ll like, little scenic photographs of your dates (conspicuously, your boyfriend is missing from every single one👀). He’s Fine. He can Be Patient. (Reader, he’s been seething for months).

4/7 HOWEVER. Flashing forward to The Proposal. I think it shakes him; firstly because the person he loves is getting married to another man, and he somehow thought you’d have ended it by now. But secondly because everyone else seems to agree that it’s weird! It’s way too soon for marriage to a guy that you don’t even seem to like all that much, and while everyone gently float their concerns to you that maybe it’s just a teeny tiny smidge too soon to get married (which you rebuff half-heartedly), the group-chat is popping the fuck off. It’s definitely too soon, this guy is Too Normal in a very weird way, they barely know him, the wedding is taking place really soon, they should stage in intervention (Eijiro&Tsuyu&Sero), they should kidnap you until you realise what a mistake it would be (Mina&Denki), they should kill him (Deku&Ochako&Iida), etc. It’s pretty weird, then, that Bakugou comes in as the voice of reason; you’re a grown up, and you can make your own decisions. If you really, genuinely want to marry him, that’s up to you; After all the freedom to make your own decisions comes with the responsibility to accept the consequences. (a/n: obvs it would be phrased in a far more Bakugou-esque fashion, but you get my point). So they relent, although they’re still concerned.

So maybe a few days before the wedding he sends you a message (because it’s tricky to get a hold of you in person); he just wants to know what you see in your fiance. He wants to know if you’re really serious about him, or if you’re just settling. It’s not phrased cruelly, but it’s blunt. The message he sends isn’t nice and sweet, but it’s honest, and it comes from a place of concern.

You read it and you don’t reply.

Flash forward again, and it’s the night before the wedding. Wedding Eve, if you will. Bakugou’s in a sour mood and tries to ease his pain by heading to a bar, but it doesn’t really get any better throughout the night. He’s conflicted now more than ever; Is this guy actually awful and bad for you, or is he just jealous? Is he not stepping in because he wants to be respectful of your wishes, or because he’s afraid that by doing so he’ll reveal his own feelings, and suffer the consequent (possible) rejection? Why didn’t he just tell you how he felt before this mess started? He has a few drinks to many, and falls into a dreamless sleep.

5/7 MERRY WEDDINGMAS. It’s the day of the wedding, and because of he hit the bottle too hard last night, Bakugou’s overslept (for the first time in his life, probably). He goes to check his phone – maybe he can still make it to the wedding the venue on time?-

TWO MISSED MESSAGES.

He didn’t realise, but last night you finally replied to his message: You don’t know if you want to get married to this guy.

It’s a long, winding message, but what it boils down to is this- You threw yourself into a relationship with someone you know you don’t really love (you like him well enough, but there’s no spark), because you’ve been spending years muddling your way through a hopeless crush on someone you think will never like you back. So you’ve let yourself go along with this guy, but now you’re on Wedding Eve, and you’ve never been so uncertain of yourself! Your fiance’s a sensible choice (He’s Bland, and he’s Pushy, but he’s Nice, and he’s Normal, but maybe you’re losing yourself in your relationship with him, but maybe you just have cold feet), but you’re not sure that you care any more, and it’s now or never, and it’s ‘You, Bakugou, It’s always been you’, and you’ve been too afraid to tell him, because when does real life play out like the films? When does the years long pining, the roller-coaster of emotions, the ‘I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you’, have a happily-ever-after in the real world?

The next message was sent a few hours later. Evidently, you’d calmed down somewhat, because you tell him that you’re sorry for sending him all of that on Wedding Eve, that you’ve had feelings for him for a long time, but if he doesn’t feel the same it would be the kind of closure you’d need to move on. If he doesn’t want to attend the ceremony, you’ll understand and leave him alone. But if he wants to “talk” (👀!!!), then you’ll be waiting for him.

Bakugou feels raw after reading your confession; All this time, and the two of you – despite sharing the same feelings – were so afraid, and for what? The relief, the fear, the hope, all spur him into action.

He’s hungover, he’s in his pyjamas, but all the same he’s rushing towards his expensive, fuel-efficient car as fast as he can, because he has a fuckin’ wedding to stop.

6/7 Meanwhile, you’re stressed, mentally twisting into knots. Bakugou didn’t even read the messages you sent last night, which is both a relief (now you can just get married and move on) and a heart wrenching disappointment (because if you’re being honest with yourself, you were hoping he’d stop you).

You’re wearing an outfit you don’t really like, and your fiance’s family are beaming at you, although you don’t really know them so well. The venue is pleasant but not what you would’ve chosen for yourself. As you walk down the aisle, the band sounds kind of off. Your family and friends are… what? Grimacing? Smiling? Both Smimacing? You aren’t sure.

The ceremony passes in a kind of blur, and you go through the all motions. Mostly, you think of the messages you’d sent to Bakugou. You’d felt so courageous when you finally – finally! - confessed your feelings to him, so hopeful that maybe instead of replying, you’d hear a knock at your door, and he’d sweep you off your feet and- then hours had passed without a word, and you’d been left wondering. Conflicted, and unsure.

As you wait for your fiance to finish his vows (that he wrote himself, but sound like he stole them from a Pinterest board), however, you have a mild epiphany. Did it really matter so much if Bakugou loved you back? Sure, it’d break your heart, but one day you’d heal from it. Besides, he wouldn’t want to settle for some nobody! Bakugou was loyal to his friends, and he wanted the best for them, and that was one of the things you loved most about him! Surely, you owed it to both him, and more importantly, yourself, to put an end to this madness!!

You steel yourself as it gets to That Part of the wedding. The officiant turns to you, and asks if you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband. You face your fiance, and open your mouth to say “Actually…. I DON’T” when-

The doors slam open, and who’s standing there in a matching pair of pyjamas, still holding his car keys? It’s Bakugou, and you only have to lock eyes with him for him to shout – in true romcom fashion – ‘I FUCKIN’ OBJECT’.

7/7 Everyone’s stunned, although the guests on your side of the venue look more thrilled than scandalised.

In truth, I wouldn’t normally peg Bakugou as the “Objecting at a wedding” type, but in this scenario – when the two of you have been pining for so long, when he knows you’d appreciate the spectacle, when he gets to show up that nobody who wasted your time for so long – I think maybe he’d make an exception. Maybe he wouldn’t make some long, protracted speech about how much he loves you, but he MIGHT run to the alter full tilt, and tell you that you’re making a mistake. I do think MAYBE he’d hold out his hand to you, a silent question in his eyes, all while your fiance sputters and rants.

Idk, maybe you say something to the effect of “Looks like he beat me to the punch – I object, too :)”, tell your ex-fiance you’re sorry, but you can’t do this. PERHAPS – after all of the years of wondering, and stressing about whether Bakugou would reject you – you’d just quietly take his hand. And maybe to two of you would scamper off down the aisle to the raucous applause of your friends and family, get into his hatchback or w/e, and drive off into the sunset, certain in the knowledge that – yes, there would be ramifications to running off together like this, but that whatever might come your way you’d face it together! MAYBE.

Idk, I just feel like if he was going to confess his feelings for you after you’d already been engaged, it might be in the form of kissing the back of your hand, pulling off your cheap, shitty engagement ring, throwing it out of the car window, and going for a long drive so you two can finally Talk.

Listen, this really got away from me, and I’m so sorry for flooding your inbox like this. I was just really caught up in the scenario, and wanted to share it with you. Much love 💖

#brain sleepy but i love everything about this #so much #i love how easily you weaved in the feelings and the angst and us knowing in our gut what we really wanted !!#this is pretty much my exact answer/thought in response to that question !!! the kind of scenario i love !!!!!#tysm for sharing this with us WAAAAHHH #this is so lovely thank you thank you !!#✿ ask willow #✿ recs

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xo-cod · 6 months

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OP I AM🖤✨ IN L O V E ✨🖤

with the bg!141 😭

It's got me to the point of major brainrot P L Z like fr I gots ideas in my head I hope u don't mind me rambling,,,

• Popstar's fanbase just e x p l o d e s with so many edits when they see people posting about the Big Boys™ that is the bg!141 😮‍💨

• Sometimes when popstar goes out, the boys are on rotation who goes with them in public and now there's so many edits of each of em if they find the guy's social media 👀

• Popstar gets booked by major designers and photographers for some fun (and sometimes secretly risqué 👀) photoshoots; and if there's no set schedule for the Boys™, it's a fight (/jk) to see which one goes to the shoot with them. (They take so many behind the scenes pics to send in their 141 gc anyway)

• During events, the Boys definitely feel like Popstar's Stylist is out to kill them with the fits they put them in ✊😔 takes everything in 'em to not just grab hold of them and keep em in the limo for some fun- (but the Stylist also is propbably killing Popstar, when they dress the Boys™ up to match them for the night 🤤)

• It's always so precious when Popstar meets one of their own idols and inspirations at these events because they're a stuttery mess, but knows it means so much to em when their idol compliments them 🥹🖤

I am unhealthy (in the best way) for this au im sorry 😭

- 🔒

i'm so sorry i got to this so late :( i love all of them n you !! they're so sweet :") 🤍

141 going absolutely viral to the song big boys by sza i'm 😭😭

especially for events, popstar!reader getting papped with the sparkly outfit she got on the colour matching one of their ties :")

each of them acting like a brick wall whenever there's a crowd of people, only backing down when you give them the all clear

going absolutely feral and jealous when they see your risqué photos on your social media, the fact that others have access to the pictures?? instant block (by them)

johnny and simon have been known to go on burner accounts and gently threaten anyone who's thirsting over the pics a lil too much

each of them having a special touch on your body to calm your nerves, very subtle so it looks like nothing to the public but it's very intimate and private between you both

and if you ever befriend any of the 141 fave artists, be prepared for him to go all fanboy on you. literally will ask for the very last detail about them

#asks #simon riley #bodyguard!simon riley #bodyguard!141 #🔒 anon <3

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. this is the fourth part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.5k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. softdom!minho (but also kinda harddom!minho in this too oop-). subby!femreader. teasing from minho. fingering. unprotected sex (stay safe out there folks!!). talk/use of safeword. jealous minho. some mind-blowing orgasms. excessive hair pulling. scratching. breast play. minho edges reader a lil bit. orgasm control. overstimulation. slight themes of possession/ownership. reader begs minho for his cock. PRAISE!!!. pet names (babe/baby, darling, sweetness, baby doll, kitten, good girl, baby girl, princess, and ONE whore). controlling minho. cum play. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. they're such simps for each other at this point lmao- 🤡

a/n: well you guys, this is the second-to-last part of this series. although I'm sad to see it come to an end, I'm also excited and highly anticipating what the future holds for me and my fanfics!! and I wanna give a BIG shout out to all of my amazing readers- your guys' comments and support really brings me a lot of joy! and also, all of my wonderful and beautiful besties - both writers and non writers - ya'll are awesome!! 🥹💖

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

He laid you down on the bed gently, hands circling your hips and helping to push you up the mattress so that your head rested on top of one of your soft downy pillows.

Slinking your bare legs around his waist as he slotted his center between you, you reached up, wrapping your hands around his neck and looking up at him with big eyes and a quaking heart pounding in your chest. “S-Sorry if the bed isn’t too comfortable… it’s super old.”

Minho had you caged underneath him, with both arms on either side of your head, palms pressing down into the rumpled comforter just beneath you. “I wasn’t even thinking about that, baby doll,” he mumbled in that low voice of his, tipping down into you and pressing a serene kiss to your lips. “My mind is too filled with you and your beauty to ever complain about the feeling of a damn bed.”

Giggling at that, you leaned up into him again and gave him another kiss, this one a little more passionate than the last. The sting that rimmed your mouth exploded across your mind, as you realized just how kiss-swollen your lips were.

“Well then, I’m glad you’re too busy being obsessed with me to worry about such frivolous problems…” Your voice trailed off, a devious smile lighting up your face as one of your hands left his neck and traveled south. You stopped as soon as you reached the waistline of his baggy sweatpants. Pawing at him, fingers just barely skating over his hardness there, you widened your eyes, imploring him in silence.

Minho let out a generous sigh, tongue swiping across the line of your lips as he gave into your whims. “Do not be so hasty, kitten. It is quite beneath you.”

You glared at him, fingers digging a little bit into the front of his pants and eliciting a strangled moan out of him. “You promised, Min.”

Promised he would give you everything.

Give you his all.

He had done so as the two of you made the trek from your living room to your bedroom. And although your place was incredibly small compared to his mansion of an apartment, the journey felt like a lifetime. As he pressed sweet kisses across your entire face, humming in contentment and making whispery promises to you in the dimness of your bedroom.

As he stood on the threshold of the door, with you still wrapped up in his arms, completely at his beck-and-call, Minho stared down at you with the most ethereal of gazes. ‘I want you to have all of me, darling,’ he had said, dark eyes flashing with ravenous heat and love. With the only light source being the crescent moon that filtered in through your curtain-drawn bedroom window, the cool light cast an angelic-like glow across his skin. You reached up then, running your fingers across his sharp jaw and nestling your nose into the crook of his neck. Feeling the warmth there, smelling the comforting, familiar scent of him. ‘I want that too, baby,’ you murmured, just before pressing a light kiss to his exposed clavicle.

Minho flashed you one of his signature smirks. The kind that was sly and all-knowing, as he batted your hand away from his hips and made quick haste of working his sweatpants and boxers off of his legs. “I know- I know sweetheart,” then he was throwing them behind him, left to be taken care of later. He reached behind himself, stripping off his oversized hoodie and tossing it aside too. When he was finally finished, he pitched into you, brushing a few strands of wild hair out of your face and tucking it behind one of your ears. “I know how hungry you are for my cock, hmm? You’ve been craving it for so very long…”

He said something else after that, but his words were entirely lost on you, as you took in all of him.

So close.

And personal.

Before, when the two of you had lost yourselves to the pleasure in his bedroom, he had been farther away.

Sitting in a chair, all by himself.

But now…

Now, he was something tangible.

Touchable, even.

And completely bare for only you and you alone.

So without thinking, your hands came up. Fingers traced the soft outline of his abs, trailing up his sides, before circling his round, muscled pecs and brushing across his beautiful, little pink nipples.

When you felt a hand snake around yours, grabbing at you and dragging your palms away from his chest, you froze in your place.

Peeking up at him with wide, beseeching eyes. Mouth slightly ajar from the shock of it all.

“Did you hear what I just said, sweetheart?” He asked you, but all you could focus on was him.

Right… there.

Concentration trailing past his chest and landing on his waist.

And oh fuck- was he beautiful.

Hard, and swollen, with the tip already messily leaking precum onto the sheets just beneath you.

You wanted to reach out and touch him there too- but you were stopped by the feeling of fingers tightly wrapping around either of your wrists, squeezing to get your focus.

“Y/N.”

Your name was called out with a stony voice, tone a little edged. Your heart raced against your ribcage, core throbbing to be touched - to be fucked.

Then Minho was laughing, so close to your face, mouth a mere hairsbreadth away from yours. You hadn’t realized how near he had drawn while you were busy ogling him. The cackle he let out was maniacal and caused the blood to rush wildly through your veins, cheeks flushing crimson in embarrassment.

When he finally got ahold of himself and calmed down somewhat, Minho peered down at you with that pointed nose of his and smirked devilishly. “Holy fuck, you are hungry for me- aren’t you, kitten?” He pressed into you, allowing his hardness to just barely graze your wide open inner-thighs. “But don’t worry… because I adore a cock-starved whore.”

You choked on a whimper as he completely devoured your mouth, biting at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across yours. Your hands migrated to his scalp, yanking at the roots as soon as you felt him moving above you. Then he was gliding his tip across your folds, and you were a whimpering mess underneath him.

Head thrashing back and forth atop your pillow, you breathed out shakily when his mouth tore away from yours, “P-Please, I-”

Then, you had no time to react, as he was slotting himself fully between your legs, shoving up into you so quickly and so hard that bright blue and sparkling gold starlight burst across your vision. Your mouth fell open, all sense leaving you at the feel of him. At the stretch that pulled taught across your entire body.

But as soon as he bottomed out, he halted all movements, staring down at you with blown pupils, irises dark and swirling with so many different emotions all at once. “What’s your safeword, princess?” He asked, tone low and scratchy, as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“W-What?” It was hard for you to even string the word together on your tongue, as your core throbbed for movement - from the feeling of him being lodged so deep.

“Your safeword… what is it?”

You realized that he wasn’t going to continue until you answered him.

And although you had heard of the term before, you had never, in your wildest dreams, thought that you would ever use it. No, the two ex-boyfriends that you had had in the past were completely boring and vanilla only - nothing ever mind-blowing happened in bed with them. Yet here was Minho, already having tugged out a violent orgasm from you without even using his cock.

So you swallowed, once, feeling your walls clench around him at the thought that things were about to get rough. But in the rest possible of ways. “P-Peach.”

He nodded, once, before he was moving again. Away from leaning down into you, pert ass resting on the back of his heels as he kneeled atop the bed. He hoisted you towards him, gripping hard on your hips, fingers digging into your exposed flesh.

Soon after that, he started thrusting.

And oh-

How heavenly did it feel.

To have his thick cock, which was so perfect and curved, ramming into you.

He angled your body just so- so that the tip of him reached that silky, warm spot inside of you. Every time he hit it, waves of ecstasy broke across the forefront of your mind.

“M-Minho,” you cried out as he clutched on harder to your hips, slotting himself in and out, in and out, so very wholly and completely. The fit was absolutely divine. So much so that you felt your mouth falling open involuntarily, tongue lolling out as he hit into you so well. “F-Feels so good-“

“Fucking shit,” he growled, as he jerked you closer to him, cock driving into you with each breath that fell from your mouth. “You’re so tight- damn it.”

When you felt the sensation of a finger dragging across your skin, and a thumb coming in contact with your swollen clit, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. Head going fuzzy with whiteness, you let go completely.

Meeting his hips halfway, the two of you moved with the swiftness and ease of the ocean tide and the moon. Push and pull, push and pull. With his thumb rubbing circles around your enflamed nub, and his girth stretching you so very ethereally, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last long.

After all, he had been edging you for what felt like a fucking eternity.

It wasn’t until you felt the hand tear away from your cunt and roughly grip your jaw that your eyes shot open in alarm. Minho was staring down at you, a dim shadow cast across his entire face.

“Look at me when I’m making you feel good, baby girl.” He said voice strangled as he shifted positions, laying your hips back down on the bed and hitting an entirely new spot inside of you.

But it wasn’t a request.

No,

It was a command.

An order.

So you did just that, meeting his gaze as your brows furrowed together in pure bliss. The white-hot feeling of your release was steadily rising inside of your belly, beginning to crest over your mind.

Then Minho’s focus was ripping away from you, eyes landing on the place where the two of you met. Body against body, warm flesh to warm flesh. As his cock prodded and prodded at your entrance. Coaxing unchecked and strangled moans from the deepest parts of your very being.

“Just look at you, kitten,” he purred, tone thick with so much lust. “Taking me so well- this pussy… my pussy, is stretching so perfectly for my cock alone.” At his words, he started pounding into you with newfound vigor, eyes flashing with some kind of darkness that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

The way he laid complete claim over you - over your body - caused the heat to stir even faster in your veins.

“Yes- yes, I’m yours, my body- it’s all yours.” You panted out, already feeling the drool pool at the corner of your mouth from the way your mouth was still cracked wide open. You watched in your delirious state, catching how Minho’s hooded eyes locked with the way your cunt completely enveloped him. The squelches of your wetness enveloping him filled the entire room around you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin sending lewdness to everything about the hazy, sex-ridden night.

Just then, one of Minho’s hands left your waist, traveling up your chest and finding one of your breasts once more. You bit down hard on your puffy bottom lip, watching with bated breath as his nimble fingers played with one of your buds. The one that he had already attacked with his mouth mere minutes earlier.

“Did he fuck you like this?”

His odd question was like an ice-cold knife in your senses, cutting through the dizziness and the red vision and making your heart leap into the pit of your stomach.

“Who?”

“Your ex, from university.”

Minho’s cock reached depths inside of you that no other man had ever discovered before in your entire life. With his cock pounding into you at an ungodly speed, and his fingers digging into your hip and playing with your too-sensitive tits, it was a true wonder how you hadn’t come yet.

“No, baby, he didn’t.” You found yourself answering, your throat dry and raw from all of the moaning and screaming you had been doing for what felt like the past century. And it was all for him- because of him.

“Hmm, but I wonder…” He continued, finger pinching at your throbbing nipple at the same time that his cock found an entirely new spot inside of you, hitting it with each shallow breath you took. “Were you fucked so good like this by him? Did he completely ravage you whole with his cock alone?”

You choked on a gasp at his words, finally coming to realize that he had been jealous the entire time.

Jealous of your ex whom you had dated back in your university days.

That’s why he had brought him up earlier in the night, while the two of you were making dinner in the kitchen. Your ex must’ve been on his mind for some obscure reason.

Nails scratching down the length of his exposed, proud back, you offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. But from all of the tension that coursed through your entire body at the moment, you doubted that it looked all that believable.

“M-Min, no- no, he wasn’t as good, never could be, compared to you…” You whispered, voice turning desperate and strangled at the end of your words. You were quickly chasing your high, wanting it so very badly.

Minho was silent for a few beats, and you could feel him grow even more rigid inside of you. Like, your confession was a huge ego boost to him and he liked everything about it. Then suddenly he was yanking his hand away from your breast and going back to digging his nails into the tender skin of your waist.

“Where do you want me, kitten?” He grunted out as he struck a particular spot inside of you that sent a wave of fire to pass through your entire being.

With the way his thrusts were turning frenzied, you could tell he was close to the edge too. So you clutched a little harder at his hair, locking eyes with him and trying to covey every raw emotion you had bubbling up and out of you at that moment.

“Want you inside… wanna feel your cum in me- wanna be bred by you-” You sobbed wildly as your orgasm was quick in approaching. You felt your walls clench around this length that was buried so deeply inside of you. So wonderfully.

He twitched inside of you at your begging. It all went straight to his dick. “Then come for me, baby girl.”

And finally, you let yourself completely unravel.

Thread turning bare and unspooling from the tight knot that had been building up in the pit of your stomach for so very long.

Galaxies were cast across your vision as you screwed your eyes shut, throwing yourself into the bliss of it all. Your mouth fell open and from it came the most gut-wrenching, pleasurable scream you had ever made. Your heart felt like it was completely seized up in your chest, the beating having been long stopped from all of the desire and edging.

And then you felt a burst of warmth coat your insides, and your head was quickly thrown back onto the pillow beneath you. Your entire face felt like it had exploded into a vat of licking, wild flames, the shockwaves of release gripping onto your body viscerally.

You felt Minho’s hips stutter against yours, as he rode out both of your orgasms. Your walls fluttered around his cock, sucking him back in with each push and pull.

“You love it when I fuck my cum back into your little hole, kitten?” He taunted in a low, thick voice. Minho tipped down into you then, attacking your lips with a newfound intensity, lapping at your mouth. You moaned into him, the flush encasing the entirety of your body as your legs shook around him. “Want me to breed you every fucking night - just like this - until you’re so full of me that you can’t breathe?”

“Y-Yes!” Is all you could manage to say right then. You clutched at his shoulders frantically, nails raking across his skin as you felt his essence drip out of you. His hips jerked as he threw himself into the feeling of it all.

Minho pressed his sweat-slick forehead against yours, both of your chests rising and falling in tandem with the momentum of your releases. “Fuck- you’re so beautiful.” He said before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead just as he stopped moving altogether.

And when he finally pulled out, you whined at the absence of him. At the feeling of being so empty once more. Because if you could, you’d wish to spend the rest of your days with him buried so deep inside of you that you can no longer think. That you could no longer stand or walk anymore.

He cooed as he looked down at you, brushing a few damp strands of your hair away from your head. His hands drew languid patterns into the sensitive skin of your thighs. “Look at you- all fucked out and just bursting with my seed.” Then his eyes flitted down to your exposed core and he tsked disapprovingly. “You need to take all of it, hmm? Can’t let any go to waste…”

You felt his fingers ghost over your swollen lips before he was gathering up the remaining cum that coated your inner thighs in his hands. And you had no time to react, as he was pressing gentle fingers back into you, between your folds, fingering his very seed back into your cunt.

“You didn’t even have to use the safeword,” his voice trailed off as he focused on his work, all while you squirmed underneath him from the stinging overstimulation that radiated across your body. “Been such a good baby for me, yeah? Taking everything I give you without complaining at all.”

When he was finished, Minho brought his hands up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean, giving you that wide, familiar smile you always loved. The one where he looked incredibly pleased with himself and especially, you.

He positioned himself on the bed so that he was laying on his side, facing you. When you turned and caught sight of the smile he still had on his face, you frowned in question.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly like he didn’t just rail you into oblivion for the last hour and a half in so many different ways. “You’re just super adorable when you’re fucked out like this- so quiet and calm.” He moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you towards his lovely body.

“I-I’m not fucked out.” Your stammering did not work to your advantage and seemed to prove his point as Minho let out a hearty chuckle from the way the pink spread up through your neck and pooled in your cheeks. You hit his shoulder playfully, too tired to deal with his antics any longer.

Because truthfully, you were fucked out.

Your brain was murky all over and your limbs were shaky and your core was numb from all of the touching and loving.

Even still, it felt amazing.

To feel everything, all at once.

And with the man you had been in love with for so very long.

“Can you just shut up and go to sleep already?” You finally managed to say in a clear voice without stumbling over your words like a bumbling fool.

Minho rolled his eyes just as you tucked your head into the warm spot of the crook of his neck, reveling in the way that he smelled faintly of sex and sweat.

It was a good scent on him.

A really good one.

One you would surely not forget for a very long time.

“Fine, fine- goodnight then, darling…” He muttered against your hair, pressing a kiss there as you heaved out a long, contented sigh. “Love you.”

You wrapped your arms a little tighter around his waist, burrowing into his calming presence just as the first waves of slumber overtook the forefront of your mind. “Love you too, Min.”

To be continued

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falconcoast · 1 year

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Tighnari will be that one student who might scold you for doing something wrong (like for an experiment or activity) but they're just worried for your well being. He helps you do it correctly after that and will probably hug you to show that he's not angry 🥺🥹

college au iii | tighnari x reader

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tighnari shows his affection in roundabout ways, including in the chemistry lab.

a/n: GUYS IM SORRYYYY i was playing enstars aggressively these last few days (why can i not get a full combo on melody in the dark) anyways take this !! i had to literally get my chem notebooks from last year out to look for a lab we did LMAO

warnings: a lil bit of yelling and chemistry (in more ways than one HAHA there is literally an entire experiment in this fic)

after missing class for a few days because of a sickness, you were stuck in the laboratory after classes had ended. tighnari, ever the sweet friend, offered to help you complete your lab report for your chemistry class.

the way tighnari went about the experiment was much more organized than you could have ever done yourself. each of the materials were lined up in a neat row. the beaker with water was filled as accurately as possible, and even the pens you didn’t use were discarded into a clean line.

“cut about half a centimeter of the solid potassium and set it aside. it should weigh about one gram,” he read aloud, crossing his legs after reading out the instructions. you did as he told, slicing a little bit off of the bigger piece of metal.

“okay, now what?” you asked.

“now, place the metal into into the water and watch the reaction. make sure that your goggles are secure!”

you adjusted your glasses, pulling them over your forehead so tightly that you were sure it would leave a mark later. snapping your pair of gloves once more, you picked up the metal and dropped it into the water.

the reaction was certainly not what you expected. it started off as a small, pink fire consuming the top of the metal. it sparked slightly, specks of fire bouncing off of the glass beaker and falling into the water. as you went to go write down the reaction in your notebook, tighnari spoke up quickly.

“hold on, that’s too much—!” he started before grabbing your arm and pulling you close to his chest. his arms held the back of your head firmly, and your arms clung to his lab-coat. his heart beat was rapidly slamming against the walls of his chest.

before you could even respond, a loud bang! echoed throughout the empty lab and the beaker let out a soft sizzling noise. a minor amount of smoke fogged up the walls of the glass. at the bottom of the container was a bright pink and transparent liquid.

after a deep breath in, your best friend relaxed the tension in his arms. “that was too much potassium!” he scolded, letting you go in favor of placing his hands on his hips. pointing at the remaining potassium, you realized that only the gram of the metal was left. “you dropped nearly ten grams of it into the the beaker. the farther down the periodic table the alkali metals go, the more likely it will cause a violent explosion and ignite when hitting water. my archons, what were you thinking?!”

ducking your head down in red-hot embarrassment, your lips turned downwards. “i’m really sorry, tighnari! i swear i didn’t mean to put in the bigger metal!” you apologized, cheeks burning. “it won’t happen again and i was too careless. i’m sorry!”

after a soft sigh, tighnari stood and wrapped you up into his arms. “no, it’s not your fault. you’re still coming back from that illness after all. i should have offered to put it in for you,” he breathed. his scent of lavender and basil brought you some comfort as you reciprocated the action. “and i’m sorry for yelling at you. i was concerned.”

after a moment, he turned his head and looked away from you. curiously, you tilted your head. “tighnari?” you asked. looking at him, you realized that he had reddened cheeks and a troubled expression. patting his soft ears, you smiled. “aww, are you too proud to admit you worry for my safety? that’s real cute, ‘nari.”

with an even more embarrassed expression, he removed himself from your arms. “no, that’s not it. i was just thinking about how much work it would have been if i had to bring you to the infirmary is all.”

“yeah, yeah, keep saying that!” you laughed. casting a look at the pink liquid, you sheepishly scratched the back of your neck. “i, uh, guess we have to redo this whole thing now.”

shaking his head, he smiled. “no, i won’t make you redo your work. it ends up the same anyways. potassium being stable requires it to give away one more valence electron. oxygen in water can take that electron, and thus, the products are potassium hydroxide and h2 gas. the heat produced from the reaction is so strong that it ignites the flammable h2 gas, and creates an explosion like the one you just caused.”

“none of those words made sense, but i’m just gonna take your word for it!” you shrugged, writing it down in your lab notebook.

“in return of not making you redo this experiment, i have a request,” he spoke up as you wrote away.

“yeah? i’m all ears.”

picking up the pink liquid and preparing for its disposal, he smiled. “well, i get to choose what we have tonight. i wanted to try a new boba place down the street. i think it’s a new branch from a liyue franchise.”

“you know what? i would usually argue about mondstadt hash browns, but boba sounds good,” you replied happily.

“and i also want that mushroom special from the restaurant down the street from here.”

“again?! that’s the fourth time we’ve had something with mushrooms in the last week!”

y/n: i hate having mushrooms everyday

tighnari: i really don’t give a shit

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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Waitwaitwaitwaitwaiwaitwaitairwait

OKAY SO

(sorry I'm just rly hyped)

In Kaiju!AU, I'm under the assumption that the Kaiju have never encountered an actual young/baby human right? Because I doubt that any researchers would've had their kids at the... Research place (lmao I'm bad at words)

So I've had tons of thoughts about one of my OCs in the Kaiju AU (he is my bright shining star precious boy his name is Jo and I love him sosososososo much) and I'm just wondering what your thoughts are on the Kaiju encountering a human child. Like, the human is tiny!? Tinier than any human they've encountered before!? Why is it not in a nest it is so small!?!??!?!!???!!?

Idk my lil guy has been living in my head rent free, and your Kaiju AU has also been living in my head rent free and now they are. Brain roommates.

Ya'know, it took a lot of self-control for me not to add a mini!Yuu to this AU like the monster AU given how tiny humans would be in general to the kaiju (which I still need to do a height chart list for >.>; ) but your ramblings about the kaiju meeting an even teenie-tinier hooman?

My goodness, I'm getting Iron Giant vibes where teenie hooman befriends giant monsters and winds up with so many adoptive dads/uncles/one grandpa and they have to figure out how to keep the lil' one alive and find the nest (or they may conveniently "forget" cuz my baby now).

Depending on the age of the human child (3 might be asking for trouble given how accident prone they are around that age), I'd imagine the adorable shenanigans of "My Kaiju Family" that the kid would go through, and-

Aaaaaaa imagine how much quicker it is for the child to pick up on kaiju language! They'll be chittering and chirping and barking or growling in full sentences before their new family knows it~!

Crowley: "They grow up so fast... 🥹"

Honestly, I'd love to hear or read more about the daydreams you have! (I honestly love reading all the little daydreams and ideas everyone has, it gives me life 😍)

So yeah, while now I debate on whether or not to consider a child being in the kaiju!AU, just have fun imagining all the silly shenanigans to be had with these giant beasties~! >v<

Edit: I forgot to address the research facility aspect. XD

In a way, you would be right in that most of the researchers that went to the island wouldn't bring their family. However, it's not impossible either and it would be one of those processes that requires a lot of hoops to jump through (especially if they're single parent families).

It's possible for them to have their kids there with them, there are just other precautions that need to be made to ensure the kids don't get lost or wander outside where the danger is!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland kaiju au #twst kaiju au

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months

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Guess who's here again B!!....At this point I should rename myself to #1 Rominis fan, I swear the amount of times I've asked you about them feels criminal.... I'm so sorry if y'all are done with my simping for these two you especially B, plese tell me straight away if you ever get tired of me asking for them 😖😖😖

Now If you're still not tired of me here's what I've got for you today:

Does Rowan ever get nightmares about the night he lost his parents and his entire community? I feel like this could also make a really sweet Rominis interaction, Rowan having a pretty nasty nightmare and Omi comforting him....🥺🐺🐍❤️

Today I've only got this one because like I wrote in the beginning I'm really starting to feel bad for constantly asking about them.

If you still don't mind my asks I love you guys and you B especially thank you so much for constantly making my days better with each post you make (even the traumatising ones🤣❤️) your an absolute tresure of the HL community and I'm so glad I found you ❤️❤️✨✨

Have a pleasant evening and hopefully some normal sleep, as always your little Dragon friend 🐲🏔️💚

Lil Dragon! Stop it! I dont mind your asks you can always send them in, I do the asks I wanna do, I thus far, I really enjoy the things you send my way! Even if they're always Rominis, which I dont mind! 💚 this is also the perfect ask for me to possibly add on to the other ask you sent me which I did before, "has Rowan ever lost control" I could blend that into this one in a way :)

And thank you so so much for saying that 💜 makes it all worth it to know my stuff is enjoyed, and it makes me REALLY happy to hear that stuff, can't lie, 🥹

Big love to you 😘💜

Nightmares 🐺

Ominis stirred and turned in his bed one evening, feeling movement and noise from Rowan, he had a look of slight confusion on his face, hearing Rowan aggressively growling and snarling as he began to thrash on the sheets, Ominis reached over touching him, though he was a little frightened.

Ominis: Rowan?!

Rowan suddenly burst into his werewolf form, not knowing for a moment where he was, his mind clouded by his night terror, he reached out and gripped Ominis's throat, letting out an aggressive deep growl, his fangs inches away from Ominis's face. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness, seeing what he was doing, and Ominis looking terrified.

Ominis: R-Rowan?...

Rowan: *turns back into his human form, looking horrified himself for a moment* Ominis..Oh god *let's go of his throat* I..Shit..I'm so sorry *sits up properly on the bed, looking at Ominis and strokes his hair*

Ominis touched his own neck, feeling the deep imprint of Rowans claws at the side.

Rowan: I'm so so sorry..I..Urgh!

Ominis: Shh shh shh, its OK.. Its not your fault..Did you have a nightmare or something?

Rowan: ....Yeah..Been a while...It was..My family.. my community.. The night they all died, it was like I was there again.. Reliving it...I'm sorry..

Ominis: Stop apologising..Come here *holds open his arms*

Rowan: *deep sigh as he leans into Ominis*

Ominis: *stroking Rowans head gently*

Rowan: *feels Ominis's neck softly* I'm sor-

Ominis: Shhhhhhh. *continues to comfort Rowan*

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis x rowan #rominis #rowan the wolf

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SARAH'S RIN-SOCIATION ♡

happy birthday rin ( @dinoes ) !!! i hope today is a wonderful day for you bc you deserve nothing less 🫶🥰 ik we haven't talked much yet but you've been nothing but welcoming and sweet, constantly making me (almost) cry-- in a good way FKDJSJ you're so kind to little ol' me and that means a lot 🥹 you remind me of warm fairy lights in the way i instantly feel peaceful and relaxed around you 🩵💖 can't wait to see what 2024 brings you, and i can only hope i'm around to see it all. ilysm you deserve the most 🫶💛💖🩵

under the cut is a little bday ramble + an explanation for why these idols are associated 🫶

wooyoung - well . the biggest reason for this one is ofc @/wouyoung but other than that ! he's such a warm, goofy and loving person, just like you !! he gives off the vibes of someone who has the ability to make you feel at ease instantly and you are the same !! i know i've told you that i'm someone who is always an admirer from afar bc Shy™, but i really felt like the second we started talking that any nerves i had went out the window immediately bc you were (and still are heh) so kind and open and you're always engaging with me and my thoughts and you don't mind my (sometimes nervous) ramblings

dongheon - now look, i can't exactly explain this one KSJDG but for some reason when i think of who i associate with you, heoni is like . right up there? both of you are really happy people, always ready to be silly seconds after some serious moments and it's a really nice ability to have within your personality. dongheon might not be a bias you have out of the vrvr boys, but he's a rin dude in my head 🤭 (+ your octopus comment reminded me of heoni being the same<3)

jongho - putting him in my pocket alongside you so you'll have company in there 🥰💖 that brief time you had your url changed to jongsan too really cemented them into my head as rin dudes too (and bc he's obvi a bias !)

yongseung - bc he's in your carrd !! and he's a funky lil dude, and from the bits i know of you and have seen on your blog / on the dash, it's no question that yongs would be a bias, at least for me. he's like dongheon in the sense of "this is a rin dude" without having a proper explination? plus imo all hwanwoong biasers are bound to bias yongseung too<3 KJSDGH idk it makes sense, they're debut besties in the way vrvr and oneus debuted the same day AND in the way that hwanwoong and yongseung are friends too !! (took them forever to get each other's numbers bc vrvr only had emails but SDJFGHK)

san - i would like to give him a hug and so like . a BIG hug to you too 🥺 + there's always ppl out there saying that san is intimidating and before i got to talking to you, in my head, you were kinda the same bc it felt like you were such a big presence, y'know? and while, to me, you still have that big presence, the "intimidation" has more moved to "i've just befriended this giant puppy dog who's the most affectionate"? if that makes any sense AT ALL LMAO i don't blame you if none of my sentences make sense to you

hwanwoong - he's just a little dude. lmao jk i kid (or do i?) but he's got such a fierce determination and such a strong power behind himself and idk i get the same feeling from you and that makes me smile. plus your hwanwoong url too LMAO

tbh all of these guys could have a "they're so nice and warm and kind and welcoming and i love them a lot just like you" attached to them and it'd be 100% true !!! so i'm sorry about some of them being longer than the others 😭 anyways, again happy birthday beloved ! i hope today was / is a good one bc you deserve it 🥰🥺💗💛

#💌: for rin #SDJGH sorry there's not a lot of variety in the gifs i mainly stuck with idols i know + the ones that you know 😭😭😭#also i'm sorry for how late i am getting this out everything wanted to nope out on me today but !#i did my best to get it out and done before the 10th ended here !!#verivery #ateez #oneus #wooyoung #dongheon #jongho #yongseung #san #hwanwoong #flashing tw #sarah's gifs

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mllebabushkat · 1 year

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☀️ Warrior Nun S2E2 🌙

btw trending NO. 1?? uhhhhhh yes please-

"you're jealous" ava spitting facts (listen she's just subconsciously talking abt herself but we been knew)

"easy on the eyes" HAHAHHAHA ngl a tad ooc for bea but she's just a lil jelly babyyy

jealous bea counter: 2

"i'm your best friend" sure jan bea yes true AND???? WHAT ELSE-

so then That lady at the bar

laying it on tHICk

JEALOUS AVA COUNTER: +1 EYYY

they're such useless gays iltsm

on today's episode of The Adventures of Camilla & Mother Superion uhhh

team super cam !!

camilla with the scissors and the tranq dart and the "oh you were thinking blindfold?" SHEESH yes girlieeeeee y'all don't understand i love her so much

tiny package of badass <3

yasmine!! she's growing on me !!1 small eyeroll at yet another secret world protecting society tho lol

OOOOO avatrice warehouse scene my belovedddd

this made me so gleeful

"that guy he has a..,,thing/,. in his soul" "what do you want me to do" "i haven't thought that far ahead" <- adorable

protective!bea punching him in the throat

protective!ava absolutely going to TOWN on his face after he knocked bea down GET HIS ASS QUEEN

the pure TERROR when she saw that demon heading towards bea's recovering form, and the subsequent halo blast

very crimson-aiming-shotgun-at-bea-esque ***chef's kiss***

she really went AIN'T NOBODY HURTING THE LOML ON MY WATCH <333

personally loved bea's little "come on not again" look of exasperation post-fight hehe

moving on, obligatory fuck off adriel

francesco is fighting a losing battle i do not envy his position

lilith backstory?????? ah top contender for shitty mother of the year yeP checks out

girl what voices are you talking to uh "/we/ need help"(??) weird scene ngl

she's getting bolder tho hmMM

ok so overall nice conflict weaving between avatrice

but more importantly

DOMESTIC AVATRICE MY BELOVED

going wild at all the domestic familiarity they must've built up in that tiny apartment over the past two months, having to pack all that up yet again

anyway the way they fight (valid points from both ends) and move away only to come back together

always gravitating, always comforting (the hands the hands😍)

"just your job?" "well, and my pleasure" 🥹🥹🥹

and then

"we've lost mary" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

N O

no they did her so dirty what the fuck no

fuck i miss her so much

god the way everyone collapsed sobbing TAT

oh team super cam they must be hurting so much, nobody but those two know right now that the entire ocs has been massacred, i barely knew them but that grief was Palpable :((

mother superion's rare moment of weakness :((((((((

at least they have each other :((

also i just

really really love kty's acting

ugh

HER EYES!!!!! and hands!!!! and all the little movements are SO EXPRESSIVE

that avatrice hug oUGH MY HEART

the way ava instantly goes to hold her after that devastating news

the way she buries her head into the crook of her neck, and bea returns it fully

throwback to when ava first hugged her and she didn't even know where to put her hands the PARALLELS the GROWTH !!!!!!

i cannot

ANYWAY

thINGS are happening can't wait!!!!!

#warrior nun #wn #warrior nun season 2 #babushkat rambles #avatrice #UGH THESE TWO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME #domestic avatrice singlehandedly CARRYING #all my tropes and dreams being fulfilled #sometimes the writing is still a bit too clunky and overdramatic for my tastes #but whatever #babushkat watches warrior nun

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xpeachesncream · 1 year

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Hi Nikki!

How are the Bands couple doing? Just re-read it, it’s one of my favorite stories ever, and I’ve been thinking about them ever since. I hope they’re doing well, and that Kai is happy too!

💜💜💜

hi there! hehe love the question!! they're doing well, very, very well! 😬💕 even kai! though he's experiencing a bit of a crisis—

drabble 6.5: kai opens up about his crush to jungkook.

word count: 911

warnings: none - just a cute ‘lil bonding moment 🥹

Jungkook gets home from the studio, tossing his eyes onto the counter before catching wind of Kai's bedroom door slightly ajar. Kai came home for the weekend last night, though he's been too quiet— according to Jungkook.

To you, he's fine.

He's probably tired.

He's got exams and stuff.

But Jungkook has an inkling that it could be way more than that, and he's going to find out today o’clock. Man to man.

"Kai?" Jungkook calls out before softly knocking on his door.

"Hey hyung." Kai says as he continues to play on his switch.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." Jungkook pokes his head in and Kai greets him with a small smile before setting his switch aside. "Is my sister still out?"

"Yeah, she's getting her nails done right now." Jungkook chuckles a bit as he digs his hands into his pockets and sits next to him on the bed. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Kai chuckles.

"Your sister said you're stressing over exams and stuff."

"Ah, kinda? You can say that."

"Exams, huh?" Jungkook gives him a look and Kai laughs a bit.

"Seriously, hyung."

"Who is she?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been there before." The rosy tint grows on Kai's cheeks and suddenly, the room feels 10x hotter than before. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing. He’s doing that weird thing where he thinks wiping his hands on his sweats will make the nervousness go away.

Yeah, Jungkook knows.

"Her name is Gabriella. Or, Gabby for short. She’s in my watercolor class.”

“How long has it been?”

“We just started getting close over the month. We had to work on a few class exercises together.”

“Cute.” Jungkook laughs a bit. “Why don’t you just ask her out?”

“Because I’m not like you, hyung. I just can’t go for it. I don’t even know if she likes me back, it’s hard to tell.”

“Well you never know if you don’t try, right?”

“Yeah, but to be honest, I’m scared. I like her a lot. She’s pretty, she’s sweet, and she gets along with everyone. I’ve been stressing over how I should tell her and ask her out, but I come up with nothing. Then, I think about how she’ll probably reject me and it’ll suck.”

“It’s scary and a big step. I know. But, the best way to go about it is to just be honest about your feelings. If it doesn’t work out, then fine. You guys can still be friends and move past it. One door closes, another opens. You can at least say you tried. I’d hate to see you regretting not telling her when it’s too late to change things.” Kai slowly nods his head before letting out a big, hefty sigh and laying back on his bed.

“This is stressful. God, I hate it.” Jungkook laughs.

“Yeah, but like I said. Be honest. Easiest way to handle things.”

“So, should I just show up at her door and be like ‘hey, I like you?’”

“I was thinking more along the lines of just taking her out for a casual lunch or dinner together. Hell, grab some snacks and milk tea or something and just spend some time hanging out near the river. It really doesn’t have to be that extravagant. What matters is you communicating your feelings and being able to talk about it comfortably. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it and things will flow how they should. No pressure, nothing forced.”

“You’re so good at this.” Jungkook shrugs and does a slight head tilt.

“Nah. Trust me, I’m probably learning the most now with your sister. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Good thing I just went for it, right?” Jungkook smirks, remembering how he flat out told you he wanted to take you out over Facetime while he was in Japan. Kai remembers it too, and how he endlessly teased you about the date. Now, you two have been the only real image and pure example of genuine love for Kai. Things aren’t always perfect, but Kai sees it as perfect— because you and Jungkook are always willing to be honest, communicate and meet in the middle. Never letting things pass for longer than they should, never going to bed mad at each other because of what the next day could bring.

Jungkook is right.

“You’re right. I should just tell her and stop overthinking.” Kai sits up and looks at him. “I should just go for it.”

“Before it’s too late and you can’t.”

“Thanks, hyung. Seriously. This really helped.”

“You’ll be good. You’re still young, you’ve got time and lots of experiences ahead of you. Besides, you’re handsome as hell, smart and selfless. Who would turn that down?” Kai laughs and nods.

“Got me there.” Jungkook stands, ready to leave Kai to his peace. “Thank you again.”

“I’ll always have your back.” Jungkook gives him a small smile. Just as he turns on his heel, Kai calls for him again—

“Oh, hyung?”

“Yo?” Jungkook turns over his shoulder.

“Can you.. not tell my sister right now? She’s gonna flip and I’ll never hear the end of it.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Yeah, sure. I won’t tell her. This should come from you anyway. But, do it whenever you feel comfortable and ready to, alright?”

“Alright.”

“Want me to make you a good bowl of Loco Moco to help ease your nerves?” Kai smiles.

“I’ll never turn that down.”

#xpeachesncream #anon 💌#nikki writes: bands the series #bands series #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bands couple #bands drabbles

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lefthandedhotch · 11 months

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linnnnn!!!!! hellooo🥰 you have a new home!!! this is amazing and so fun!!! so here i am with my first ask of many more to come 🥰💞💞💞 I LOVE YOUUU🥰🥰🥰 since you're settling into a New Blog i have a moving with hotchy and kiddos thought because it's very fitting🥰🥺😌

it's the home of yours and aaron's DREAMS!!! perfect size for you and him and jack and your oldest toddler girl and the new baby on their way!!!!! and if your kiddos ever spot a stray kitty or puppy and their cute pleading eyes win against you and aaron, there's enough space for them, too🤭🤭🤭 the team are a huuuge help especially since Everyone is fussing over your very pregnant self and making sure you dont carry heavy Anything🤭 you slump down on the squishy rocker in the nursery, admiring the paint job that derek and penelope had put together a few days ago while aaron and rossi put together the nursery furniture🥺🥺🥺 there's a handpainted mural on one wall and it gets you all weepy at all the animals and butterflies and cute things that penelope painted because their all imperfect and full of LOVE, you get all weepy and rub your bump and you're all sniffly as you talk to your baby and tell her that's she's such a lucky girl, you're so excited for her to come into this warm and loving family :'))) rossi nods aaron over to you and he takes care of finishing up the rest of the changing table while aaron goes over to you and leans down to press a kiss to your head🥺🥺🥺 you two chat and exchange many, many kisses while listening to the sounds of your oldest girl and jack run around the halls and explore all the new rooms that they're bound to leave their toys all over🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jesssssss I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 EEEEK the perfect first little hotchner family ask for the Settling In Times 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! 🥹 aaron has been keeping his eye on you the whole day to make sure you’re not exerting yourself too much or lifting anything too heavy but also! because while you tried to blame it on your hormones, when you guys said goodbye to the apartment that had been home for your little family since you moved in with aaron and jack, you had been so so weepy and sad :( you love this home that you guys are moving to and it really really is your dream home but it’s hard to say goodbye to the place where you have so many memories of growing your little family 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but!!!!! as you walk around your new dream home with jack and his lil sis chasing each other around the place and the team all working soooooo hard to help you and aaron make this place ready for livin, you’re just so so excited for all the memories you’re going to make in this new place!!!!!! and you’re so in love with aaron and the sweet crinkles by his eyes as he smiles all soft at you and strokes your cheek as he murmurs “doing okay?” before giving you the sweeeeeeeeeetest smooch in the world when you grin at him and nod “we’re just great, lovey” and take in the sounds of all the life and all the Love filling your home 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

#jess!#WEEPS AND SOBS!!!!#aaron Absolutely steps on a little toy that night and after cursing he sighs to you #‘were home’#hehehehehehehe #.hotch #aaron.hotchner #.ask #aaron hotchner x reader

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Having a bit of a struggle with mental health right now. All I can think about is how nice it would be to have Hangman or Rooster lay on my boobs after sex. Like they're DEFINITELY boob guys.

bless you my dear anon!! i’m so sorry to hear about that and i hope you’re doing okay. i’m sending you all the forehead smooches and love your way!! please know you can always come and talk to me or i’m happy to offer any comfort!! mwah!! 💖🫶🏼💘

but oh absolutely!!!!! definitely titty guys. having their large frames wrapped around you with their heads resting on your boobs. they hum softly against your skin, “i love you and i love your tits so much. i’m so lucky.”

I LOVE THEM

thank you so much for this wonderful lil thought dear anon!! 💌🥹

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #💐 these are for you!!

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hekateinhell · 1 year

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human aus of tvc are so much fun idk why people don't write them more often! i've had this plot bunny of l/a living in a ramshackle paris apartm. armand lives above lestat and he has this ruggish bf (santino?) and the guy isn't scared of armand's friend/neighbor bc he's never seen him & only heard he's gay, blonde and a ballet dancer so absolutely no threat right? Well SIKE bc one time he yells armand a lil too loud & suddenly his door is kicked open and a blonde beefcake has him in a chokehold

I actually think about the why part of this question a lot, because (obviously) I love a good AU! In my opinion, it's because of our fandom's very complicated history with fic that has continued to influence VC creator culture today. I think a lot of people do want to be creative and experiment, but (and maybe it's just me, I don't know) I get the feeling like collectively there's this sense of waiting for someone else to do it first that will indicate it's acceptable to play outside of the box.

Whether it's beyond writing the juggernaut ships (Loustat and Devil's Minion) or exploring kinks (this is a very kinky series, people!) or the endless possibilities of AUs, there's a certain audience for everything and I find people do respond pretty well to something different! It's always with a sense of surprise too, which I find funny and interesting and little sad, because it's nothing that you'd be batting an eye at in most other fandoms from what I can tell.

But because we're a fandom that only recently has started writing fic in the open (recently in comparison to our almost 40 years of existing), I feel like we're only just now starting to be that much more adventurous in a sense. You can talk openly, exchange content openly, it's a very different landscape than it was before. So I'm excited to see what the VC fic offerings will look like in a year or five years from now—it feels promising!

I got carried away lmao I HAVE THOUGHTS, but let's talk about this plot bunny. I just have to say... the image of Lestat kicking down Santino's door like the Big Bird gif laid me the fuck out. Anon, PLEASE. 😭 (Also not a bad analogy for how he came barging into Armand's cemetery self-imposed cell, from Armand's POV).

It's very sweet to think about Armand and Lestat starting off as friends! I always imagine that Amadeo and mortal!Lestat would've gotten along beautifully (they would have both fallen into the canal lbr). And Lestat's so protective of him in canon, it translates well. 🥹

Of course, Armand isn't going to tell his abusive boyfriend much about his friends and what he does when he's on his own. For a bit of a darker theme... maybe Santino's also his pimp? Armand doesn't tell Lestat any of this, he's too ashamed and hates appearing weak, and he just wants to forget his problems in the few moments where they can hang out on the front steps and share a snack and a cigarette. And Lestat might have his head in the clouds sometimes, but he's not stupid. He hears things, sees how Armand shrinks into himself and ignores him completely if Santino's around, won't speak unless told to, etc.

Lestat's young though, and not thinking how he might be worsening the situation by acting so rashly. Even though Armand's going to be grateful later, he's horrified in the moment knowing that Lestat's just made himself a target of Santino's gang in the future. And that Santino is going to think Armand's been running his mouth to Lestat and he or one of his buddies be taking it out on Armand the first chance they get.

Insert lots of drama, hurt/comfort, sex... Lestat and Armand eventually run away together and start over in New York City. Similar crappy apartment, only they're safe and together, and they live HEA.

~ fin

#this was a smorgasbord of a post #fandom thoughts #au thoughts #armand/lestat #vc #you ask and hekate answers

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ariadynamics · 2 years

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maxiel 🥹 (for your distraction, I hope you’re feeling okay)

Thank you <3.

NGL, I'm actually kind of super terrified of writing Maxiel? There are SO MANY great scholars for them, and writing my lil a/b/o wip is basically exposure therapy 😬.

I was talking about this over DMs last night, and I think it's kind of interesting that Daniel is often written as someone who's constantly happy-go-lucky and playful. For me, there's a sharper edge to Daniel that I wish is explored more in fic.

I read him as someone who's obsessed with control--both holding on to control and being in control--that I find it difficult to perceive him as like, this super lackadaisical, everything is always copacetic kind of guy. I do think he genuinely likes to have fun! I also think he's not afraid to weaponize the fact that he's known as the fun driver on the grid when needed.

Admittedly, my desire to see a Daniel with bite sometimes feels antithetic to Maxiel, especially when Max definitely sees Daniel (and their history) with rose-coloured glasses on. I also think though that Daniel does have a (giant) soft spot for Max, so even in a universe where Daniel is a little more cunty, his desire to see Max happy and content and safe remains largely the same.

And I think even with a more idealized version of Daniel in his head, Max is too honest to allow Daniel to get away with shit.

I have no idea where I'm going with this, and I'm a little unsure if any of this even makes sense 😵‍💫.

But I guess what I'm trying to say is, the thing that I love about them as a pairing is that they're both sharp and jagged and imperfect. Sometimes they're a little shitty to each other. Sometimes they're pretty fucking shitty to themselves. But in the end, they choose to love each other, anyway, and they make that same choice over and over and over.

#33max #asks #maxiel #aria rambles

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