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and i'll fall in love with you again. ｡ﾟ༊

whenever stars go down and galaxies ignite,i'll think of you each time they wash me in their light.

— ABOUT ME `(ଘଓ)’

⤷ alexis, she/her, 18+ , studying biochemistry

⤷ leo sun !, entp-t, ravenclaw/slytherin, viet-american

⤷ current obsessions: cod, jjk, and genshin :)

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blind, i fall into the line. ༉‧₊˚✧

and when you fall away and crash back down below,i'll search the skies for you and i'll follow

supernova, we'll fuse when we collide. ༉‧₊˚✧

you had me under spell right from the start, i don't have a telepathic heart.

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VIVA LA VIDA!

RULES!

— i will be taking seven requests, each ranging anywhere from ~1k-5k words!

— requests must be made through the inbox! this event is strictly sfw, so no explicit nsfw please

— i will try my best to stick to your prompt as closely as possible, but i am at liberty to change the drabble how i please. that being said, if there is something more to your request (angst preference, fluff preference, etc.) that you'd like to include, feel free to add it!

— i default to writing gn!readers, if you'd like your request to be f!reader, let me know

— to keep things interesting, prompts that have already been requested will be crossed out, meaning you can no longer request them! i'm down to do multiple prompts for one character but if i see that someone (probably gojo tbh) is taking over the event, i'll cross them out too

— important!: since this event is a three-in-one, choose a trope, line prompt, and the character of your choice! you must have all three to complete the request. more info down below!

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR!

— jujutsu kasien: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, megumi fushiguro

— genshin impact: al-haitham, ayato kamisato, wriothesley, diluc ragnvinder, neuvillette, xiao, zhongli

— bllk/bnha: isagi yoichi, meguru baichira, shoto todoroki, keigo tamaki

— haikyuu: shoyo hinata, toru oikawa, daichi sawamura, wakatoshi ushijima

— others: soap (cod), konig (cod), aki hayakwa (chainsaw man), zayne (l&ds), xavier (l&ds)

TROPES!

— enemies to lovers

— sworn off love

— slow burn

— wearing his clothes

— love potions

— mutual pining

— office romance

— bets

— forbidden love

— grumpy x sunshine

— jealousy

— fake dating

— forced proximity

— only one bed

— millionaire ceo

— second chances

— blind date gone wrong

—friends to lovers

LINE PROMPTS!

— "oh shit, he's hot."

— "have i ever told you how cute you look?"

— "i'm the only one who gets to see you like this."

— "will you do that again?"

— "i like the way your hand fits in mine."

— "look at us, we're basically a couple already."

— "don't shut me out."

— "you do a lot of weird things for someone who claims they hate me."

— "i'm just so nervous around you. i can't help it."

— "we shouldn't be doing this."

— "i think you could punch me in the face and i'd still want you."

— "please stop. you're hurting me."

— "i'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

— "shit... how long have you been standing there?"

— "will you put me down? it's literally a papercut."

— "hear my heartbeat? just focus on that."

— "please don't say you love me."

— "i think you're trying to kill me."

— you are not obligated to choose any of the tropes/line prompts below, they are just there to give you ideas!

[theodeckrs]

thinking about how felix was supposed to laugh and be relieved when oliver left the maze

but instead he just…

i’m devastated, actually.

[staticnonapus]

I don’t usually like robot head with human body ,but I came across this display in IKEA today

[evercelle]

hold that heart close... happy birthday, wanderer!!

[watch-write-read-repeat]

oh so when Ollie says he's a vampire, he really means it, huh

- has to be invited in to Saltburn bc otherwise he wouldn't be able to ever enter that world

-the place is called Saltburn-salt is often used as warding against evil forces (but once invited into the protected space it is too late)

-he's there to consume these people, take their lives so he may live on (as the version of himself he sees as his due)

-consuming bodily fluids that are regarded as carrying someone's 'essence'/life (blood, seminal fluid)

-he's visiting people at night to prey on them, using their weak points, in this position behaves more dominantly than his daylight self

- a lot of this 'vampiric' behaviour is also mixed with sexuality, which is very much part of the vampire image

-destroying the mirror that doesn't show him (how he wants to appear...in the ending scene he no longer has a problem with it, relishes his new image as sy with status)

- Venetia, who he originally calls himself a vampire to, dies losing a lot of blood

[lovecrumbss]

Jacob Elordi in "Saltburn"

[ghostlywhiskey]

price who proposes to you in private. there is no camera waiting to capture the moment. there is no stress or planning ahead to try and get you ready and in a specific area without raising suspicion. it’s just the two of you.

it’s when you don’t expect. it’s a few days after he’s home from deployment and you’re spending the weekend at his house. your body snug on top of his as your lips place soft kisses on his chest, the blanket draped over the two of you to shield half naked bodies; your body covered in his t-shirt while he wears boxers.

fingers lazily scratch up and down your back, causing you to hum to show your content. your kisses on his chest coming to a stop as you rest your cheek on his chest. the only movement your body makes is the result of his steadied breaths.

“we should probably shower,” the suggestion is one that will most likely be ignored, neither of you will make the effort to move from the current position. you’re not even sure why you suggested it in the first place.

the lack of response from him makes you think he’s fallen asleep already, so you move your head to catch a glimpse of him. except eyes are focused on you while fingers continue to scratch your back, but his hand moving behind your neck to keep you focused on him.

“are you—”

“marry me.”

the words run through your brain as you process them. lips part as if you are about to say something, but quickly close as you take another moment.

“i’m marryin’ you one day.”

“yeah, when we’re married.”

“you're the one, y'know that right?”

it was never just ‘marry me’ and you’re not sure how long you stayed quiet, but long enough that his hand slips away from your neck. gently, he urges you to move up his body so you’re now face to face with him.

“going deaf on me r’you?” his chuckle deeper than normal, and you watch as his arm reaches over to the nightstand. sitting up straight on his lap, you feel your breath catch in your throat again.

this was different than every other time he alluded to marriage. this time there was a ring to accompany the words that suggested it.

“john—” and as you speak, he sits up and moves one arm around your waist. his other hand using his thumb to flip open the box with the ring inside it.

“marry me,” it sounds like he’s telling you; it isn’t a question he wants a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to. “and i know you can hear me.”

does your mouth always feel this dry? is it always this hard to try and speak? your lips parting again as words try to come out, but silence hangs heavy in the room. eyes don’t even glance at the ring before your hands grab his face. the facial hair you once called scratchy and ticklish when you first met him pressed against your palms.

tugging his face close to yours, you give him a small nod. lips graze against his briefly before you press them against his and he’s kissing you back. it tastes salty and wet, despite the feeling of your mouth feeling dry. but, the realization that tears have started to spill down your cheeks hits you.

“okay,” the word barely audible against his lips, but his arm around your waist tightens and pulls you closer when you say it; hand grabbing at your waist to keep you on his lap as if you’re trying to move away, but you aren’t.

when the kiss breaks, his arm slips away to remove the ring from the box. the box quickly discarded onto the bed as he gently takes your hand, you’d think he was holding glass with how delicate he treated it.

the ring slowly slides onto your finger, his own fingertips making your skin feel hot at the touch. once its on, price is guiding your hand to his lips; your ring finger the target for his kiss.

[la-novellista]

Eros and Psyche, Gustav Vigeland

[rosaform]

[seiwas]

suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.

there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.

(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)

the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.

he leans in closer when you speak.

you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.

which isn't normal.

and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.

suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.

but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.

(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)

he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.

the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.

if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?

(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)

(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)

for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)

thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭

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[kaijumiilk]

I love this silly little guy