#current rush repeat song

[hasperkalttunen]

rude of spotify to drop wrapped now, instead of next week after i’ve listened to Cygnus X-1 approximately 40,000 times

[crossbackpoke-check]

when you get this ask could you perhaps maybe bless us with 5 of your fav songs (currently or of all time), and then send this ask to 5 of your mutuals who you think have good taste!

whipping out this old meme to say: sorry i’m basic and also have never once made a ‘favorites’ list without agonizing intensely 😭 so i narrowed it down to ‘favorite songs that have been used in hockey fancams’. HOWMSTEVER i also struggled with that. so. in no order are five songs shuffled from my fc songs playlist:

i cheated already i forgot we need to include anything hippo campus. yes i had to no i don’t even care which song (fc specific… bambi… semi-pro…) they’re my favorite band

sarah - alex g / astrid- glaive (*two songs but same vibes. it’s fine)

make out - julia nunes

junk of the heart (happy) - the kooks

pa’lante - hurray for the riffraff / thy mission - the garden (cheating again but these are both knox songs to me so they can be in one)

good old fashioned lover boy - queen

[manicandobsessive]

You’re my lady, I’m your fool | L.H.

Summary: Logan missed his girl.

Warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, the man is lovesick, cursing, pet names, SUGGESTIVE, mdni please, reader is shorter than logan, based on a wham song, not really proofread im lazy, kind of rushed ending but its still cute

WC: 1.5k+

I had a vision after listening to this song and I wrote this in approximately 1 hour. I’m a wham girlie.

Home. You. Dinner.

That was the mantra Logan chose to repeat in order to remain sane on his drive home. Pedal to the medal, at least 30 over the speed limit at all times. The truck rumbled and groaned with the weight of years of memories and use under him, but he continued his trek home regardless.

Gonna have to change the fuckin’ oil soon, too. He thought. The mere inconvenience adding to his already ever-present irritation.

Every douchebag in Canada had decided today was the day to test his patience. From his dumbfuck coworkers at the lumber yard to the asshole currently riding his tail. He’d had enough. He wanted to be home with you. His girl. His sweetheart, angel, darling, the list goes on. The thought of you was the one string pulling him back to reality. The tether to his life he cherished with every bone in his aching body. He truly didn’t know where he would be if he didn’t have you.

Probably jail.

But you taught him the beauty of kindness. Yours being a beacon of hope for him when he accidentally spilled beer on you at a dingy bar. He’d been staring at you anyways, but humiliating himself wasn’t on the agenda for the night. Yet you didn’t scoff at him, didn’t look at him sideways, not even a curse under your breath. You didn’t bat a fucking eyelash and without skipping a beat, you asked if he was okay. The first example of many showing your unwavering selflessness. It was admirable, you were the better half of the pair of you- in his opinion. He often found himself frustrated with your lack of regard towards yourself, brushing it off like nothing. He’d tried time and time again to tell you to take care of yourself, not to worry about him. And you always, always told him the same fucking thing:

“Can’t control it, Lo. Just care about you.”

Hugging him tightly around the waist, resting your chin on his pecs and looking up at him with that sweet, sweet smile. Your bright eyes and soft face making him huff as he instinctively moved his own arms to hold you closer to him. He never could find himself angry with you.

He reminisced on those memories often. On top of plenty of other moments with you that brought a pleasant smile to his face.

He had no idea that accident at the bar almost 3 years ago would bring him to this point, but fuck if he isn’t overjoyed that it did.

Love was never on Logan’s radar. Written off as another extra thing he didn’t need to bother with. He was certain that life would never be for someone like him- that he’d never find someone to accept him for what he is. For who he is. And you did without a second thought. You’d blown life right back into him, showing him what real happiness is. He swears that when he met you the sun shone brighter each day. Something you would always roll your eyes at, calling him cheesy. But he wholeheartedly believed it- which is saying a lot coming from a man who no longer believes in much else.

The soft glow of your shared cabin came into view, practically calling to him by name. The visual had already calmed his racing heart, knowing you were waiting for him. Probably in one of his flannels and old socks. Your hair flowing freely and your entire demeanor relaxed. It was his favorite look on you, other than when you were begging for him, caged between his thick arms. An endeavor for later, to say the least.

He slammed the truck door shut, moving with a newfound purpose to the front door. He kicked off his boots, leaving them on the front porch. If you took care of the house, the least he could do was be mindful of it.

And laundry, he knew you fucking hated laundry.

The door swung open. Logan made a silent note in his head to oil the hinges of that thing, the creaking got on his nerves.

He’d heard faint music from outside, the notes only getting louder the closer he got to where he needed to be- near you. He knew you were cooking, he could smell the various seasonings and vegetables. But most of all the music. You always had something playing, but it was only ever this loud and upbeat when you were in the kitchen. He’d found you dancing and singing enough times to know what the deal was.

And tonight was no different.

He knew you loved this song, something your dad had you listen to as a kid. A song you grew up on and still loved to present day. He was never a big fan of 80s pop, but whatever you enjoyed he was right there with you. Bopping his head along or tapping his foot lightly, it always made you giggle.

He leant against the wall, watching as you moved with ease throughout the kitchen. How you weren’t an extraterrestrial being was beyond him. He swore you had a halo sometimes.

The grace of your smile, the lightness in your steps, even your voice as you sung along to the music entranced him. Like a siren call. He made his way into the room, smiling when you weren’t even phased in the slightest at him catching you mid concert.

He was however surprised when you pulled him in by his arms, swinging them back and forth as you laughed. He was so caught up in your smile he didn’t even register you telling him to dance with you. Slowly but surely he gave in, a deep, warm chuckle erupting from his chest as you jumped and sang with the energy of a kid on Christmas morning. Your soft hands and sweet scent making him all the more taken with you, if that was even possible.

He spun you, lifting you off the ground in his arms as you let out a squeal.

“Logan!”

He put you down, not bothering to even try removing his arms from your waist as he looked down at you with the most lovesick expression on Earth. Scratch that, every universe. There wasn’t a single one where he hadn’t been head over heels in love with you.

“Hi baby.” He smirked when your face flushed as it always did when he called you that. He loved seeing it, it gave him butterflies. Even after all this time.

You slowly inched your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers with the hair on the base of his neck. He hummed and buried his face into your own, making you giggle. He pressed feather-light kisses on your neck and jaw before pulling back to look down at you once again.

You sung along to the rest of the song, Logan even joining in for one part:

“You’re my lady, I’m your fool.”

He sang, making you smile as you pecked his lips and he drew you in for a much deeper kiss.

“How was work?” You asked as he rested his forehead against yours. He groaned, not bothering to ruin the moment with the laundry list of complaints he’d had about people.

“Hell.” He simply replied, “Missed ya too much.” He mumbled against your lips, kissing you yet again.

You hummed in contentment against his mouth, pulling him impossibly closer. He was so intoxicating you nearly fell to the floor every time he kissed you. Always making you forget your name with the way his lips and tongue moved against your own.

He slowly walked you backwards, not breaking the kiss as he led you to your bedroom. He’d needed to show you how much he missed you since he left this morning. He was a lovesick fuck, and was damn proud of it.

You obliged without hesitation, allowing him to take control and softly rest you on your back on the bed. He kissed your eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead. Anywhere that was accessible to him, he worshipped it- worshipped you. Your breath hitched, arching into him. You’d nearly forgotten you were in the middle of cooking when he came home. The realization hitting you in the face as you squirmed.

“Lo, dinner.” You huffed, trying- and failing- to push him away so you could finish cooking. Of course, you couldn’t fight off a man with a metal skeleton, let alone want to. You needed him, desperately. But you also wanted to make sure the house didn’t go up in flames.

“Logan.” You groaned, he growled against your skin. Pinning you down effectively as he continued his trail of kisses down your body.

“Logan Howlett.” You said with all the authority you could muster up in the moment. He stopped, lifting his head from your stomach and looking at you with a raised brow and that stupidly handsome smirk.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I gotta finish dinner.” You tried to look as stern as you could, but the way his rough hands were gently stroking your thighs made it impossible. Not to mention the look on his face. You knew him well enough to recognize it. Whatever he was about to say would solidify the one thing you knew: you weren’t leaving this bed anytime soon.

“I’ll cook. Jus’ lemme have this, sweetheart. I missed ya.”

[authorbriannarae13]

Mind of Mine // i just want to watch you take it off - joel miller

Joel Miller x female! reader

read on AO3 here.

summary; "You got 'nother one, sugar?"

Joel knows exactly how to get you wetter than ever. or this is the work you get when the author listens to the song 'TiO' off of the album 'Mind Of Mine' on repeat. for five hours.

warnings; smut (MDNI); unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); mostly soft!joel; actually all soft!joel, so much praise

word count; 1.3k (it's my first joel fic, ok?)

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You’re swaying to the music while Joel’s behind you, cooking as always.

He usually ignores you – not because you’re necessarily a distraction – but instead, because giving you the attention you crave doesn’t end well. For either of you. Last time he gave you attention, your wrists were secured to the headboard as he fucked your brains out, giving you too many orgasms to count and forgetting about the food.

Oops.

You live to be a tease, though.

It excites you too much to stop.

Mainly because it lets him plan how he’s going to punish you. Or praise you.

Whichever he’s in the mood for.

Based on his current mood – which is subject to change – he’s most definitely going to praise you.

And after the day you’ve had, it’s definitely what you need. Working for a publishing house can be stressful. And today was one of those days.

Good thing Joel loves to make you feel light – weightless, actually.

Not to mention how safe you feel. And when you feel safe, the softer side comes out.

Like all relationships, you just need to feel safe to show it.

“Darlin’,” his rough, Southern drawl interrupts your music, and you turn it off.

“Yes?” you ask, teasingly. Trying to rile him up.

But you never succeed. He knows you too well for that.

Turning away and holding a hand out, he murmurs a simple, “C’mere.”

So, you take it, letting him drag you and lift you up – right into his arms. Bridal style, of course.

You groan as your thighs clench, trying to hide your soaked cunt.

“Poor baby,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead.

“Fuck off,” you mutter while he carries you to the bedroom. Since he insists, he needs his fill of you before he can think about anything else – or dessert, as he likes to call it.

He kicks the door open and lays you down, playing with the hem of your skirt.

Your hips buck into his touch. He’s teasing you – you realize.

“Joel,” you moan as he hooks his fingers into your waistband, pulling your skirt down, and revealing the soaked black lace covering your cunt.

He pulls the lace aside, running his fingers against your swollen pussy, and he groans deep in his throat. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, pretty girl.”

Your brain goes blank as his index and middle finger both sink inside you, curling towards your g-spot.

“Fuck, sir.”

“N’ne of that sir shit tonight, baby.” He grabs your ankles, placing them on his shoulders as he sinks to his knees and licks a stripe up to your swollen - and aching - clit.

Your head falls back as your eyes roll into the back out your head. “Fuckk.”

You’re so close. If he would just curl his fingers against your g-spot just one more time, you’d be there.

He lets out a gruff chuckle that reverberates though your body as his other hand finds you shirt, pushing it up to find your nipple, pinching it.

That sends you over the edge. “Fuck, Joel,” you moan as the orgasm hits, crashing you into waves with each one more intense than the one before it.

His tongue doesn’t stop lapping at your clit even as you try to buck him off. “I can’t. I can’t- “

He cuts you off before you can repeat it again, “You can and will give me ‘nother one, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you groan as he pulls his fingers out, thrusting them back in while your back arches.

In. Out. In. Out. Your fingers curl into the sheets.

His fingers thrust faster as your thighs start to wrap around his head, trying to keep him there.

The second orgasm is faster than the first. You let out a silent scream as the waves rush into you for the second time in less than ten minutes.

“Good – fuck – good fuckin’ girl,” he groans, his tongue still swirling around your clit as the waves subside.

The strength from earlier leaves you almost immediately, making your legs fall. You’re boneless, but you also know he fucks you regardless of just how boneless you feel.

“You got ‘nother one for me, sugar?”

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your mouth, “Taste yourself.”

You happily oblige, opening your mouth to take his fingers and tasting your cum mixed with his skin in a fucked up symphony.

His groan reverberates off the walls as you suck on his fingers – the same way you always have his cock. That’s when he starts to pull your panties down your legs, giving him better access.

Since that’s what this is all about, of course. And better access usually means better orgasms.

Speak of the devil – that shit must hurt. He looks painfully hard.

He interrupts your staring. “You like what you see?”

You slowly start to nod, but he slowly pulls his hand away, fingers leaving with a pop.

He leans down towards you, as you lean up and play with the hem of his shirt before you decide to pull it off.

Next is his belt as you hurry and rip it off, trying to get to his jeans.

“Woah,” he lets out a low chuckle, “’u’re a feisty one tonight, aren’t ya, beautiful?”

“No,” you whine as he starts to stop your frantic hands. “Just need you,”

“Where ya need me?”

“You know where,” you sass with everything you can muster.

“Need to hear ya say it, baby.”

“Fuck,” you moan as his jeans lightly graze your cunt. “Need you in me – fuck – now.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, pulling his jeans and boxers down – as fast as he can. “’U’re g’nna be the death of me, pretty girl.”

“I – fuck –“ His thrust cuts you off as he bottoms out. “I live to please.”

“So I can tell,” is the hiss you get back while he waits for you to adjust.

“Move already,” you whine before you can stop yourself. “Break me for all I – fuck –care.”

He slowly finds the pace you’re accustomed to – hard and fast.

“Look at ‘cha. You’re takin’ me so well.”

Your cunt clenches around him as he continues. “Aw, does my good girl need to be reminded of how good she feels?”

“You-“ you start, “you keep doing that and I’ll finish faster than I ever have.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Is that a promise?”

“B-better be,” you stutter as his thumb finds your clit. Again.

“Fuck.” Your head falls back again. Everything is sensitive.

You’re not even expecting the orgasm when it washes over you.

“Good – fuck. You’re such a good girl f’r me, sugar,” he praises, not taking his thumb away.

“Fuck.” It’s somewhere between a moan and groan. “Fuck, everything’s so sensitive.” Now that’s definitely a groan.

He ignores you, continuing his praise. “Fuck. Good girl. God, Good fuckin’ girl.”

You softly whine as he slowly speeds his pace up, trying to find his own orgasm.

After more futile moans, whimpers, and whatever else he can pull out of you.

“Fuck, you’re g’nna make me cum so fuckin’ fast, pretty girl. Goddamn-“ And that’s when you feel his orgasm crash into him – violent and unforgiving.

The orgasm lasts so long that neither one of you can keep up with how much time has passed. It isn’t until he flips you two over, so you’re on top and he’s not crushing you, that you know it’s done.

“Fuck,” you softly laugh, pressing your ear to his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he holds you tightly. You kiss his chest while he hums.

“Poor baby,” he murmurs kissing your forehead, “u’re all fucked out, aren’t ya?”

“Maybe,” you tease while he gives you a look.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”

Eventually, after Joel made sure you were okay in every aspect, you two make your way back into the kitchen, attempting to get your appetite back after all that.

You’re standing behind him with your head laying on his back when you murmur, “I love you forever and always, baby.”

You can hear the soft smile in his voice when he says, “I love you more than anything else, darlin’.”

[loricciardo]

TAG YOU LATER, charles leclerc.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing. charles leclerc x indie musician!reader

summary. an up and coming american indie musician tags charles leclerc on instagram after he wins the austin grand prix, never expecting him to see it; let alone comment. when he gets hooked on a dreamy demo she shared, not realizing she’s the one who made it… things spiral fast.

tags. female reader, fluffy, slight cussing, SMAU, usage of y/n as name is unspecified, unaddressed hate comments, reader is an american from texas,

author’s note. hey!!!! i’ve never in my life written a SMAU so i hope this isn’t too shit 😭 feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!!! lots of love ALSO I RUSHED THE END IM SORRY!!!

request are open, not proofread, based on this ask. looking for beta readers! x

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbandmate1, gracieabrams and 3,478 others

yn still not over yesterday. charles leclerc on the podium in my home state??? unreal. also if you see a girl sobbing during the anthem… no you didn’t.

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

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charles_leclerc Merci ❤️ I didn’t see anyone crying I promise 😅 Also great song choice

↳ yn not you actually seeing this 😭😭 wait. wait. you listened to it?

↳ charles_leclerc Yes! On repeat actually. Who is the artist?

↳ carlossainz55 Mate… 😂😂😂

↳ charles_leclerc ????

↳ ferrarifan1 oh charles is dumb dumb

ynluvr128 Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this happening.. in real time?!

random IMAGINE THE CHARLES LECLERC is in your comments what is going on 😭

f1gossipgirl wtf is charles doing here lmao

random Another clout chaser 🥱 F1 isn’t the same anymore with all these wannabe WAGs

yourbandmate1 Way to promote the song go girl xo

↳ yn I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO

↳ yourbandmate2 well it went up in streams sooo keep doing this 💝💝

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

yn has replied to your story:

yn okay so um. hi 😅 i didn’t want to say anything publicly because i was kind of dying on the inside and it just felt weird to announce but

yn i’m the artist btw

yn or… well my band is 😭 i wasn’t gonna release it but now charles leclerc listens to it apparently so that’s cool

charles_leclerc Wait

charles_leclerc No no no

charles_leclerc You can’t just casually be that good and expect no one to notice 😅

charles_leclerc That’s so cool. You’re seriously talented yn liked this message

yn thank you!!!!! 🤍🤍

yn i’m kinda glad you didn’t know 😭 it feels less weird that way

charles_leclerc Makes sense

charles_leclerc But now that I do know… it’s even more impressive

charles_leclerc You’ve got something special. The lyrics are very well written

yn that means a lot especially coming from someone who’s used to yknow…

yn engines n shit idfk 😭

charles_leclerc Hey!!!! 😡

charles_leclerc I write music too

charles_leclerc Well

charles_leclerc I mess around on the piano sometimes but still

yn wait for real??? youre a musician too??? what can’t you people do 😭

charles_leclerc “Musician” is a very very strong word I’m afraid

charles_leclerc I play a few basic progressions when I can’t sleep

yn honestly relatable af

yn that’s how stranger to me happened

charles_leclerc It’s a sign chéri. It seems to be working well for you ❤️

yn i’ll take that as encouragement to keep making sad little ballads then

charles_leclerc Yes! Please do

charles_leclerc I need new stuff to listen to. You have a very specific vibe and I’m addicted now 😅

yn well damn

yn guess i have to finish my next song 😭 charles_leclerc liked this message

charles_leclerc has followed you back!

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yn currently writing songs i swore i’d never let anyone hear. funny how quickly that changes sometimes. #MaybeWeWillShareThisOne #OrWillWe?

tagged yourband, bandmate1, bandmate2, bandmate3

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ynfan this era of her is so raw i’m obsessed

charles_leclerc 👀 Now you have to release it liked by yn and 5,279 others

↳ fan1 omg CHARLES AGAIN??

↳ hater i can’t tell if he actually likes her music or just wants in her pants LMFAO

↳ fan2 He is here before the fanpages are 😭

↳ fan3 is he not embarrassed 💀

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc Did you switch careers or what?

↳ charles_leclerc I can’t just appreciating good music anymore?

↳ fan he’s SWEATING in these comments lol

lilymhe I vote yes for release DM me the drop 😌

↳ yn only if you pinky swear not to leak it 🤙

↳ lilymhe What do you take me for? 🤙

↳ fan omg not lily being in on it too

↳ fan soft-launch SQUAD confirmed

bff1 drop. the. demo. or we riot.

↳ yn y-y��� yes maam 😅 (help she is holding me at gun point)

musicblogger22 I love watching you lean into this. your sound deserves to be loud 🔥

bandmate3 YESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

↳ bandmate3fan i want u so bad

f1gossipgirl ok but are we just ignoring the way Charles is basically soft launching in her comments?

↳ yndefender girl what??? 💀 they’re just friends???

charlesfan876 she’s literally milking this attention lol

ynhater4 girl one song on insta doesn’t make you a musician 😭

↳ ynHQ and yet he’s in her likes and you’re in the comments 🫶

f1updatesdaily can someone explain to me why this random singer is suddenly everywhere with the drivers??

random i swear if she doesn’t release this one i’ll cry

yncharlesshipper He’s gonna end up in a song isn’t he 👀

↳ fan he’s already inspired one idk what y’all mean

f1updatesdaily 📸 Spotted: Charles Leclerc out in Las Vegas with American singer-songwriter YN of yourband following the Vegas GP.

The two were seen walking around the Strip late at night after grabbing food. Fans were quick to recognize YN from a recent post where she tagged Charles after his Austin podium, where he left a suspiciously flirty comment. 👀

She is behind the indie track Stranger to Me that Charles recently shared to his story last week.

More than just a coincidence? Swipe ➡️ for more.

#F1 #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari #VegasGP #WAGWatch #WhoIsShe #YnLn #LasVegas

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ynmusicfan THE WAY SHE’S BEEN LOWKEY FOR YEARS AND NOW THIS??

wagupdates she’s been on a few spotify editorial playlists lately too?? i’m smelling gold diggerrrr

fan “stranger to me” is about to chart isn’t it 😭

wherestheferrari not the guy who plays piano falling for a girl who writes sad songs

↳ charlesfan26 meant to be!!!! we love yn in this house 🏠

ynupdates IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!?!?!

fan3 not the indie girlies entering the F1 universe now 😭

f1slayyy unpopular opinion but i kinda love this for him

f1anon Y’all she’s American and 4 years younger than him… plot twist

↳ yndefender2 am I the only one who thinks the gap is a little weird 💀 Charles is ancient

f1hatersunite fame-hunting 101 lol

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

yn has replied to your story:

yn are you trying to start rumors or are you just feeling bold today

yn also?? favorite sound????? i’m blushing pls

charles_leclerc Both are true

charles_leclerc Also you blush really easily, chéri

charles_leclerc It’s cute yn has liked this message

f1girlie CHARLES. LECLERC. JUST POSTED A GIRL ON HIS STORY. NO TAG. NO CONTEXT. I’M UNWELL.

lovedovedance wait wait WAIT is that the same girl who dropped stranger to me??? the vibes matchhhh

leclercdaily She had headphones on. “Favorite sound.” He’s either dating her or she made him a playlist that changed his life

goferrari69 not charles soft launching his manic pixie dream indie girlfriend while i cry over my physics exam

ynlovebot OKAY BUT. the caption. the framing. the fact she’s not tagged??? that’s real. that’s intentional. yn x charles era is here

delusionaldutch i fear this is the girl from vegas.

leclercgf we lost girls. wrap it up.

maxverstappenshrine me pretending i don’t care while zooming in and enhancing like i’m on NCIS

charlesloverreal no bc if this IS her then charles has TASTE. this is what a yearning man

haterhoe69 not another one of them falling for the ✨artsy✨ american girls 💀 y’all are weak

carlossainzstannie atp if she gets invited to qatar i’m logging out permanently

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yn wrote a song and found a soft place to land. 🤍truly forza ferrari 🏎️🇶🇦

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, qatargp

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charles_leclerc Even your captions are poetic. Love you ❤️ liked by yn and 17,252 others

↳ yn ❤️❤️ forever?

charles_leclerc Is that even a question, chéri?

fan OH MY GOD

leclercsleftdimple that deep ass kiss just healed my trust issues

ynupdates her caption?? charles’ comment?? everyone shut up this is love

lando We’ve been knew but congrats Ig

↳ yn jealous much?

↳ lando Of him? Not a chance

↳ yn i meant jealous of me. we know you want a homoerotic relationship with charles liked by 162 others

↳ landofan THIS IS SO??? 😭

leclercnation she writes songs AND makes our boy smile like that?? wife material confirmed

hater27 i tried to hate but i listened to her song and now i’m just confused

WAGupdates this is why we never trust a man’s instagram story. full relationship arc in 4 posts

carmenmmundt She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s everything. He’s there. Love you.

↳ yn sending all my love carmen 🤍🤍 you’re welcome to hang out in the ferrari garage anytime george pisses you off x

↳ georgerussell63 Excuse me??????

↳ yn everyone is a ferrari fan! forza ferrari george

pierregasly finally. my timeline is at peace.

gracieabrams literally crying at this softboy era you unlocked 😭🫶

lilymhe Miss you girlie!!!!

↳ yn can we date instead

[mistress-riddle]

cw. none, just fluffy content with mother!reader and father!tom. masterlist.

the sound of soft patter coming from tiny feet hitting the floor causes a small smile to lift at the corners of your lips and you wait patiently for your little darling to approach you from your spot on the couch, coffee clasped between both hands as you appreciated the warmth it offered you in the chilly morning.

"mama!" the giggle coming from your two year old causes your grin to widen once she's at the foot of the couch looking up at you with the cutest smile of her own.

"good morning, sugar" you place the mug down on the table in front of you in favour of opening your arms for valeria to jump into. she does so, nuzzling her face into your chest "goo' mornin, mama'" the last letters of her greeting forgone in her soft whisper.

"did you sleep well?" you ask her, pulling her up and sitting her properly on your lap to fix her wavy hair that was falling into her face, somewhat similar to her father in the mornings.

"mhmm" her giggles continue once you place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"wonderful!" you murmur with affection "why don't we go brush your teeth and then say 'good morning' to dada, okay?"

she beams in response and almost yells "okay" in your face, her excitement to see her father who was currently cooped up in his office, dealing with work since 5 am, palpable. you playfully pinch your nose and swat the air in front of you which elicits more laughter from your daughter.

"come now, we should deal with that dangerous morning breath immediately." you pick her up and head to the bathroom, placing her on the step stool so she can somewhat see her face in the mirror.

"brush time!" you sing song and she excitedly grabs her pink toothbrush designed for children and waits for you to squirt a tiny bit of toothpaste for her.

you watch as she follows the motions you instruct her to do every morning and night with a proud smile on your face and you make sure to remind her to not swallow any of the fruity-minty foam. once she says she's done, you quickly inspect her mouth and take care to gently brush the teeth at the back before encouraging her to spit out the toothpaste. shortly after, you brush her hair back and style two pigtails, adding her favourite accessories which she picked out with enthusiasm "this one, mama!". you then washed her face and dried it off, making sure to get rid of any "eye boogies" which clung to her long lashes.

"t'ank you!" she says once you're done and places a kiss on your cheek which causes your eyes to tear up. your daughter is an angel.

she hops off the stool by using your hand to support her and in a rush hurries to her father's office giggling, making sure to knock 3 times. she hears the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and footsteps approach the door, with a click, it opened and she cranes her neck to look at her father.

"oh, good morning, princess." he greets once he notices that you're too far away to have knocked, and opting to look down to follow your gaze, and sees his adorable daughter.

"good morning, papa!" she mimics his serious expression and tone that he usually dons. it only took a couple of seconds for her exterior to change into a similar wide, teeth-baring smile she gifted you earlier and raised her arms out "uppies."

tom's face breaks into a small smile and he bends low to pick his daughter up to place a kiss on her cheek before throwing her gently into the air and catching her, he repeated it a few more times as he walked over to his desk. he took a seat and sat valeria on his lap as well and let her play with his fingers.

"aww," you voice in disappointment once you enter his office and pout exactly as your daughter was keen to do "mummy wanted uppies too..."

tom rolls his eyes at you, but you notice a begrudging smirk on his face "don't you have work today?"

you groan in response "don't remind me, i want to stay with my baby."

"don't exclude valeria like that, you're a terrible mother."

you deadpan at him meanwhile valeria turns to look at you with a pout and glassy eyes, probably trained by her father to weaponise it on command "very funny, riddle." you join them at the desk and kneel to give your sweet daughter a hug.

"mummy's going to work sweetheart, i love you, be good to daddy and don't miss me too much okay?" at the sight of her lip wobbling, you attacked her with kisses and tickled her sides to get her to giggle which effectively distracted her.

with a huff you got up and crouched to be at level with tom's face "and to my other baby apparently, make sure she's fed and bathed by five pm, okay?"

"yes ma'am" he lazily drawls out, valeria had shifted in his lap so that she's standing (his arm held her up so that she wasn't tiring herself) and hugging his neck, head resting on his shoulder. you took the chance to quickly kiss him before standing up straight.

"bye, my loves!"

"say bye to mummy, valeria" tom picks valeria's arm up to wave at you from the door as you send them a kiss and with her hand, the two catch your kiss.

[yourownutopia]

Chapter 2

Shadowborn ( a jin woo x reader story)

When the Shadow Monarch adds you to his ranks, he has no idea what he's in for. Not only are you uncontrollable, but you also harbor a secret that even the System keeps hidden from him. As he searches for a way to bring you under control, it becomes clear that your existence exposes a flaw in the perfect structure of the shadows—one that no one could have foreseen. Why don’t you yield to his will, and more importantly, why doesn’t the System want you to remember? [Jin Woo x fem! shadow! reader]

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Chapter Index :

[Prologue], [1] [2ʰᵉʳᵉ] [3]

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Song: Shadowborn - Hiroyuki Sawano

Calm before the storm - It's me they all are coming for

Be my shadowborn

We're back to take the pain - My soul is indestructible

I steal you from the grave - So cursed to be a slave

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Make sure to read the previous Chapters!

Notes: I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes or if I sometimes use incorrect word

and a little note about the pacing, which I’m adjusting slightly for the story’s sake. We are currently playing at the time AFTER the Architect Arc, but Jin Woo’s mother has not yet awakened~ Jin Woo has received his second heart and has killed the Architect. Now enjoy!

Chapter 2: Loyality

White.

endless white.

It was all that surrounded her, a brightness so intense that even with her eyes closed, it was all she could see.

“[Y/N].”

Who is that? Who is [Y/N]?

“[Y/N]...” the soft, gentle voice repeated, its tone cautious yet soothing. It carried warmth, as though it alone could shield her from every evil in the world, yet delicate enough to pierce through her soul.

“[Y/N], you must be careful.”

Was the voice speaking to her? [Y/N]… that was her name, wasn’t it?

The voice was calm, steady—but tinged with a faint worry, almost like a warning.

Be careful? Of what?

But [Y/N] couldn’t answer. It felt like a massive weight was pressing on her chest, pinning her down and robbing her of breath. Still, the voice seemed to understand what she was thinking without her saying a word.

“You must be careful. He will—” The voice began again, but suddenly, the warmth surrounding her shattered. Something powerful, something dark, tore through the serene light, driving it back.

No…

The ominous presence invaded her, suffocating the light and the warmth, forcing them to retreat.

No, don’t leave me… don’t leave me alone with him.

The dark aura pressed against everything, smothering every trace of life, every fragile spark of hope.

When the darkness reached her, she jolted awake, her eyes snapping open.

“No!” she screamed, her voice echoing as her body shot upright. She found herself sitting on cold, unyielding stone.

Her panicked gaze darted around, searching desperately for the darkness that had tried to consume her. Her chest rose and fell erratically, lungs straining for air as though she’d just run a marathon.

Her body reacted instinctively as the hand of the young Shadow Monarch reached toward her. She lashed out, but her panicked strike was intercepted. Jin-Woo’s firm grip caught her wrist effortlessly.

Her glowing [E/C] eyes locked with his steely gray ones. His expression had softened, his features gentler than before.

“Easy now,” he said, his voice calm and grounding.

The sound of his voice reached her, pulling her gradually back into reality.

“Wha—” she began, but then it hit her. The memories came rushing back. She flinched as though bracing herself for the pain she’d expected—but it didn’t come.

Jin-Woo studied her silently, his calm gaze sweeping over her. There were no signs of pain now—only lingering shadows of whatever torment her memories had inflicted. What could she have seen?

Even as he convinced himself he’d severed his emotions for strangers long ago, a flicker of concern betrayed him.

[Y/N]’s thoughts slowly cleared as her breathing evened out. She found herself staring at the young Shadow Monarch.

She was still breathing irregularly, her eyes wide with panic. But when her gaze met his face, the cool gray of his eyes worked a strange magic on her frayed nerves. It was as if his calmness dictated her own. If he was at ease, she could be too—because as long as he remained composed, everything was alright. Right? Where did this feeling come from?

It was an inexplicable sensation, gnawing at the edges of her mind, as though his very presence served as an anchor, a safe harbor amidst the chaos.

What had happened?

She’d been trying to remember… and then she’d collapsed.

Realizing what she had almost done, her eyes widened. She quickly pulled her hand from his gentle grip, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush.

How embarrassing—especially after all the blunt truths she’d thrown at him earlier.

Her mouth opened to say something, but only a weak croak emerged. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

Jin-Woo sighed, as though resigned, and retrieved a water bottle from his inventory.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her.

Her confused [E/C] eyes flicked up to meet his.

“Drink,” he said again, more firmly this time.

Hesitant, she accepted the bottle. The cool liquid soothed her parched throat, earning a small, contented sigh.

“Sorry,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Jin-Woo wasn’t entirely sure what she was apologizing for—there were plenty of things she could be sorry about, after all.

For her part, [Y/N] felt guilty for lashing out at him, even if half-heartedly. Even the system had recognized she hadn’t truly meant to harm him—no notification like the one she’d seen in her first moments in this world had appeared.

“How long… was I out?” she asked nervously, handing the bottle back to him. Jin-Woo took it and rose to his feet with a sigh.

“About twelve hours,” he replied evenly.

Her face fell in disbelief.

“Twelve hours?!”

She stared at him, but the black-haired hunter’s expression remained unreadable. He gave no sign of joking.

A tense silence followed, broken only when a faint chuckle escaped his lips.

“More like twenty minutes,” he clarified, his tone lighter now.

[Y/N] looked equally relieved and offended.

“You—” she started indignantly, but her protest fizzled out as she realized the tension from earlier had completely dissipated. He’d gotten her good.

“For a moment, you really had me,” she admitted, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. Deciding not to dwell on it, she pushed herself to her feet.

Her sudden movement alarmed Jin-Woo, who instinctively readied himself to catch her if she fell.

“You should rest a bit longer,” he advised as she stretched.“I’m fine,” she assured him, rolling her shoulders experimentally. She seemed to be testing for any lingering pain but found none.

Still, she was a little surprised by his concern for her well-being.

Jin-Woo observed her closely, but there were no visible signs of exhaustion. If she said she was fine, that was good enough for him. The sooner he could return home, the better. Jinha was planning to stay with Song Yi until he got back, but he didn’t want to leave her alone for too long.

Without a word, he stepped forward, picked up his rolled-up coat, and, with a swift motion, shook it out and slipped it back on.

[Y/N] watched him from the corner of her eye. That’s right… her head had been resting on something soft. Had it been his coat? Why was he being so kind? Did he have an ulterior motive?

A brief, skeptical glance—before she let out an almost imperceptible sigh. This man…he confused her.

 Her thoughts drifted back to the dream. Just moments ago, it had been so vivid in her mind, yet now the voice that had spoken to her—the voice that had warned her—was already fading.

Only the lingering terror, the icy grip that had shot through her veins before she woke up, remained like a faint veil over her heart.

Speaking of which… heartbeat?

Almost instinctively, she placed a hand over her chest.

A quiet but powerful rhythm pulsed against her palm.

Ba-dump.

[Y/N] froze. She hadn't noticed it. She was sure that it wasn't there when Jin Woo had made her a Shadow Solidier.

The sensation was foreign, impossible. Shadows didn’t have heartbeats. They didn’t have warmth, breath, or anything remotely human. And yet—

Ba-dump.

It was there. Steady. Real. Hers.

A strange warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the ever-present emptiness she hadn’t even realized was there. It wasn’t just an echo or an illusion. It was life.

Her fingers trembled as she pressed harder against her ribs, almost afraid the sensation would disappear, that it was just another trick of this strange existence she found herself in. But no—the beat remained. A quiet, steady thrum that resonated through her entire being.

She had never thought about it before, never questioned what it truly meant to be. But now, with each pulse, she felt something awakening inside her. Something terrifying. Something human.

“I couldn’t hear it before,” Jin-Woo admitted suddenly, her mind went back to reality.

[Y/N] turned her head toward him, realizing only now that he had already turned back to face her.

Jin Woo had first noticed it the moment she lost consciousness.

At first, he thought he had imagined it—the faint, rhythmic sound that pulsed through the silence. It had been so unexpected, so wrong, that he almost dismissed it entirely.

But as the minutes passed, he realized it was real. A heartbeat. Slow, steady, and undeniably there.

Shadows didn’t have heartbeats. He knew that better than anyone. None of his soldiers had ever shown signs of life beyond the mana that sustained them. No breath, no warmth, no pulse. And yet, the moment she collapsed, hers had become unmistakable.

Even now, half an hour later, the memory of it lingered in his mind, gnawing at his thoughts. He had checked so many times before, searching for any trace of what made her different. There had been nothing. Just an empty void where mana should be.

She was just as confused as he was.

He saw it in the way her fingers curled against her chest, the way her eyes widened as if she could hardly believe it herself. The moment realization dawned on her, when she pressed her palm to her ribs and felt—he didn’t miss the look on her face.

Amazement. Disbelief. Something close to fear. She wasn’t supposed to have a heartbeat. But she did. And neither of them knew what it meant.

“Oh,” [Y/N] muttered.

Before she could spiral into overthinking, the black-haired man abruptly cut her off.

Jin Woo watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. He could see the questions forming in her mind, the way her brows knit together, lost in thought. But he wasn’t about to let that happen. Not again.

“We can think about it later,” he said, his voice firm. “For now, we move.”

The last time she had gotten too caught up in her thoughts, the system had punished her without mercy. And as much as he tried to ignore it, something about the way her face contorted in pain didn’t sit right with him.

A bit confused by how quickly he had dismissed the topic, [Y/N] simply nodded and followed the Shadow Monarch through the open archway leading further into the depths.

Blue crystals shimmered along the ceiling, their soft glow the only source of light in the vast darkness.

The dim blue radiance bathed the cavern in an eerie, dreamlike glow. [Y/N] had spent so much time enveloped in darkness that the sight of the glowing crystals stirred something warm within her. She stopped for a brief moment, simply taking in the beauty before her.

“They’re beautiful,” she murmured in quiet fascination.

Jin-Woo glanced at her, then followed her gaze to the crystals above.

Beautiful?

To him, this was nothing new—nothing special. Just another cave, another dungeon. Something he had long stopped paying attention to.

But now, as his gray eyes took in the sight through her perspective, he noticed it too.

The soft blue light guiding them through the shadows, the gentle pulse of magic within the crystals—it was almost… mesmerizing.

The mana they radiated was tangible, yet he hadn’t acknowledged it in ages.

Endless raids, constant battles, and the relentless pursuit of strength had occupied his mind for so long that he had forgotten how surreal all of this truly was. As a child, he had devoured fantasy novels, enchanted by their worlds. Now, he was living in one.

The brutality, the fights, the title of Shadow Monarch—it had all consumed him, leaving little room for anything else.

For just a fleeting second—a single heartbeat—his lips twitched upward. Then, he averted his gaze and continued forward, [Y/N] close behind.

This time, the silence between them wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. It was peaceful.

[Y/N] didn’t know how or why, but she felt as if she understood him just a little better.Earlier, she had caught a glimpse—just a spark—of the person behind the mask he wore. There was more to him than the cold, detached demeanor he projected. His earlier fury had been just a drop in the ocean, yet it was proof enough that he still had humanity left in him. Something [Y/N] hadn’t been so sure about at first.

Slowly but surely, the cavern around them began to change.

The clusters of glowing crystals became sparser, the once-close walls expanded outward, and the ceiling stretched higher and higher—until it vanished into the shadows above, beyond sight. The moment the scenery shifted, [Y/N] felt it too. Her sense of calm wavered.

Whether it was instinct or something more supernatural, she couldn’t tell.

But her body reacted before her mind could even process it—before Jin-Woo himself showed any signs of noticing.

His eyes followed her precise movements as she leaped, effortlessly kicking the three monstrous spiders that had dropped from the ceiling, sending them flying several meters away. Suddenly, he sensed her mana flare up—the aura surrounding her.

It wasn’t much, but not because she lacked it. No, she had perfect control.

She used only as much as she needed, with no wasted energy, no unnecessary exertion. This level of mana control was difficult even for high-ranking Hunters, a clear indication that she had to be strong.

His eyes widened—surprised, yet impressed. Suddenly, she seemed far less helpless, more assured in her actions, more certain of herself.

[Y/N] landed almost soundlessly in Front of Jin-Woo, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at the spiders that had recovered and now hissed aggressively.

“How dare you,” she hissed, her voice laced with contempt.

She couldn’t explain where this feeling came from, but the moment she sensed Jin-Woo was in danger—even though he could have easily handled the attack—it was as if something primal had ignited within her.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, not a thought she had formed—it had simply been there. A deep-seated instinct coursing through her entire being, as if it was an inherent part of her existence.

Jin-Woo was strong—stronger than anything she could imagine. He didn’t need protection. And yet, she felt it in every fiber of her being—that she had to safeguard him. It wasn’t just a reflex. It was something bigger, more powerful—an unshakable certainty that she would stand between him and any danger, no matter the cost. She had no choice.

Jin-Woo, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her tone, the coldness in her voice, now found himself staring at the back of her head. He was used to his shadows protecting him when he summoned them, when he commanded them to. But her?

He studied her with a calm expression, but for a brief moment, he paused. It wasn’t the act of protection that surprised him—that was the nature of a shadow. But the way she did it was different.

He clearly remembered how she had challenged him at the start, how little she had seen herself as part of his army. And now? She was standing in Front of him, protecting him from monsters without hesitation.

He said nothing, showed nothing—but deep down, he was taken aback.

[Y/N] readied herself to intercept the next attack.

She didn’t know why or how, but she knew exactly what to do. As if the knowledge and movements were buried deep within her, as if her body instinctively remembered how to fight.

The spiders weren’t particularly strong, but the fact that they had gone unnoticed until the last second suggested they had some sort of mana-suppressing ability.

Within five minutes, [Y/N] had dispatched the three monsters, her movements graceful yet deadly, effortless.

When she was done, she turned to Jin-Woo, who had been silently watching her with wide eyes. Her [E/C] irises gleamed.

“Are you planning to take root there?” she teased, an amused smirk on her lips as she took in his stunned expression. A deep sense of satisfaction settled within her—she had caught him off guard, even if only slightly. Then, without another word, she turned and walked ahead.

Jin-Woo blinked before sighing in defeat. This woman…

“Wait.”

His voice made her pause mid-step. She turned her head slightly. “Hmm?”

Jin-Woo stepped closer, scrolling through his inventory, searching for something suitable.

“This should do,” he murmured when something caught his attention.

A long, blue-white dagger materialized in his hand, crackling with electric-blue sparks.

The intricate engravings were elegant, the blade sharp and expertly crafted.

“Try it,” he said, his gray eyes lingering on her face for a moment longer than necessary, catching the flicker of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if she could use it properly, but he was curious—just how strong was she?

“Here,” he said, handing her the weapon. [Y/N] accepted it, the cool metal feeling lighter than expected.

A small, transparent window popped up the moment she gripped the dagger, and a surge of mana coursed through her body. Her stats increased.

[Baruka’s Dagger]

Rarity: A-Rank

Type: Dagger

Attack +110

Agility +10

After a moment of hesitation, she stepped away from Jin-Woo, putting some distance between them—just in case she accidentally hit him or something.

She held the dagger in her dominant hand, the hilt fitting snugly in her palm. It felt right.

[Y/N] inhaled deeply, positioning herself to test the weapon.

She felt a pulse beneath her fingertips, as if the dagger itself anticipated serving her.

Jin-Woo watched. Maybe she was fast, but weapon expertise? He had his doubts.

[Y/N] focused her mana flow, channeling it into the weapon. The dagger pulsed with her energy, the blade glowing, emitting a bright white light that illuminated the cavern. The electricity and power in the air were palpable as she lunged forward, slicing through the air with precision.

The gust from her movements sent ripples through Jin-Woo’s cloak, strands of his hair shifting as the intense light reflected in his eyes.

[Y/N] felt the power with every swing, the effortless energy release. It felt natural—almost instinctual, as if she had done this all her life.

When she landed, there was a moment of silence and darkness before the slashes she had unleashed struck the cave walls in delayed succession, carving deep gashes into the solid rock.

She followed up with a few less forceful strikes, adjusting to the weapon’s feel.

Jin-Woo’s eyes widened.

This sensation… It reminded him of when he had first sent Igris into battle. Back then, the Blood-Red Commander had been stronger than him—his sheer power had left Jin-Woo in awe. It was the same now.

A slight concern flickered in his mind. Her strength… It was impressive, but it could also be dangerous. Her power, combined with her own will, could become a serious issue down the line.

But in that moment, all of that was forgotten when she suddenly turned to him, her eyes shining bright with Joy.

"Well?" she asked, a look of innocence on her face. Her voice was a few octaves higher than before, playful and slightly triumphant.

Her [E/C]-colored eyes glowed, reflecting the newfound fire within her.

"Not bad," he commented, his voice unchanged.

As [Y/N] wondered if that was all he had to say, Jin Woo found himself thinking about whether he should have her face off against Igris. Who was stronger between the two of them?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when an heavy, suffocating presence washed over them, thick with dark energy.

The mana radiating from it was almost unlike anything [Y/N] had ever felt—disturbing, almost oppressive. It crawled under her skin, a constant pressure against her chest as if the very essence of it was clawing at her insides, her instincts screamed that she was not ready to face such power.

Her body froze for a moment.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, a shiver running down her spine. She felt small, vulnerable, and weak against such overwhelming power. No matter how strong she was, this—this wasn’t a fight she could win. The boss radiated an aura so fierce, so ancient, it felt like it could crush her with a single thought.

Every fiber of her being screamed to pull away, to run from this nightmare. But as she turned her gaze toward Jin Woo, she saw him, unwavering, his eyes sharp with bloodlust.

His energy shifted, growing darker, more predatory.

There was no fear in his movements, his gaze—just hunger, a thirst for battle that pulsed through him like a second heartbeat.

“We go,” he commanded, his voice calm yet brimming with anticipation, as if the challenge only fueled his desire for the fight.

Her body resisted, every instinct telling her not to go. But something invisible, something deeper than logic or reason, rooted her in place. The bond between them, something inexplicable, dragged her forward despite her hesitation. She couldn't explain it, but it was undeniable. The pull to stay beside him, to not let him face this alone, was stronger than the fear clawing at her.

Because the truth was, this was nothing compared to the presence of the dark and oppressing Aura of the real Shadow Monarch himself. That had been power beyond imagination, and it was with that feeling, that bond, that she could now face this lesser darkness. Even in the face of this monster, she did not falter, why should she be afraid now?

*

"Are you ready?"

The Shadow Monarch's eyes flicked down to [Y/N], who hid her uncertainty behind a mask, but it didn’t escape him. Her unease was palpable, a quiet tension in the air between them.

His hands gripped the handle of the wooden door firmly, marking the entrance to the boss room. The door was made of aged wood, worn by time, and intricate runes glowed around the frame, pulsating with mana in the cracks.

"Mhm," she nodded, her voice soft but resolute. Nothing to be done now—she had to go through with it...

Jin Woo wasn’t overly worried. He trusted his own abilities and the strength of his shadows, but he could still feel her discomfort, see how her hand tightened around the hilt of her dagger, as though it alone might somehow shield her.

"If things get too dangerous, you’ll vanish," he said, his voice calm but firm. The words made [Y/N] look up at him in confusion.

"Wha—" she began, but Jin Woo cut her off, already swinging the door open. It creaked loudly, the sound echoing through the still air, revealing the ominous darkness that lay beyond.

(I heard this Song while writing the next part, so it might be epic to listening to it while reading :) )

Seated upon a grand, imposing throne carved from dark stone, a figure was draped in tattered, shadowy robes that flowed like liquid darkness to the floor, merging almost seamlessly with the fractured marble beneath.

The boss's skeletal frame was both eerie and majestic, its most striking feature being a large deer skull with prominent antlers. The skull was bleached white, contrasting sharply with the deep black of his cloak, and its hollow eye sockets glowed faintly with an ethereal blue light. Arcane symbols pulsed faintly across the figure's chest and arms, carved into its skeletal structure, glowing with the same blue energy that crackled in the air around it.

The surroundings were equally haunting. The chamber was vast, with towering stone pillars reaching up to a vaulted ceiling, dimly illuminated by the pale blue light radiating from the boss. The walls were adorned with ancient runes and faded murals, depicting scenes of forgotten battles.

The air was thick with the hum of lingering mana, the atmosphere was oppressive, filled with a sense of both awe and dread. Behind the throne, a massive circular sigil glowed intensely, its complex patterns pulsing with otherworldly energy, suggesting that it might have been the source of the boss's power—or perhaps a seal that kept something even worse at bay.

Every step echoed ominously, and the temperature seemed to drop the closer one approached the throne.

This boss was not just a guardian; it was a remnant of a forgotten era, a being whose very existence defied the natural order, and challenging it meant confronting something even more powerful than the Architect himself.

Flanking him on both sides stood a hundred skeletal soldiers, each clad in decayed armor and bearing skulls of various beasts—wolves, bears, birds, and more. Their empty eye sockets glowed faintly, and they remained perfectly still, like statues awaiting their master's command. The air hummed with the quiet threat of violence, as if the entire army could spring to life at his slightest gesture.

Even though his soldiers had no eyes, both [Y/N] and Jin Woo could clearly feel their gazes. Above their heads hovered a window that displayed their race in bright orange.

[Aeternus’s Soldiers]

Aeternus was the name floating above the huge stag skull, deep red in color. Was he really stronger than Jin Woo himself?

"Enter."

The deep voice of the being pierced [Y/N] to the core, and Jin Woo also felt the vibration that ran through his body as his feet automatically carried him forward, closely followed by his shadow companion, who stayed close by his side.

If the creature had truly wanted to kill them, it would have never allowed them to feel its immense aura in the first place. At least that was Jin Woo’s thought as he reached the center of the room and looked up at the large figure.

[Y/N], on the other hand, watched with wide eyes as the door behind them closed, and some of the animal skull soldiers took position in front of it.

Jin Woo stood tall, eyes narrowing at the figure before him. His shadows rippled, ready to surge forward at a moment’s notice, but his senses screamed that something beyond mere power stood before him.

This wasn’t a typical monster; this was something ancient, something that could not be controlled by his usual methods.

Beside him, [Y/N] instinctively took a step back, her eyes wide with unease. Her heartbeat, still strange to her, pounded in her chest.

The Creatures gaze shifted toward them, his eyes—if they could be called eyes—glowed with a deep, haunting light, the same light that seemed to blink through the blackness of a dying forest.

He tilted his head slightly, as if curious about their very existence.

“You are not one with the cycle,” the Creatures voice echoed, a strange blend of the whisper of leaves in the wind and the crack of old bones breaking.

Jin Woo’s eyes flashed with determination, his eyes shimmering purple.

 “I don’t need to be part of any cycle. I control my own path.”

The Creatures lips curved slightly, but the smile was not warm.

“The King of Shadows, yes… but you, too, are bound to the cycle, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. Everything that breathes, grows, dies, and decays is part of this endless flow. Sooner or later”

 And yet, it was undeniably Jin Woo who seemed to disrupt this flow – by turning the dead into his soldiers, giving their souls a second chance. Something that was not accounted for in this perfect system.

[Y/N] stepped forward, this whole Conversation didn’t feel right. Her voice was sharp, as she placed herself by Jin Woo’s side again, even as her instincts screamed to retreat.

“We’re not here for your philosophies. Who are you?”

The Creature looked at her then, the flicker of interest crossing his ethereal face. “You, too, are caught between two worlds,” he said softly, “neither dead nor alive, a curiosity, an aberration. And yet…” He studied her, his gaze piercing, like he could see into the very fabric of her being, “you are something more.”

Jin Woo's eyes also darted toward the young woman. He would have preferred to tear the monster to pieces, but what it said held too much truth... He knew something.

"I am Aeternus," he began, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. "I am the Monarch of the Eternal Cycle—life and death in an endless dance. I exist between what is born and what dies, overseeing the boundless rhythm of this world's existence. My purpose... is to maintain balance. To ensure that life gives way to death, and death makes way for life, forever and always."

He paused, his glowing, skull-like eyes narrowing as he regarded Jin Woo and [Y/N] with a calculating gaze.

Jin Woo’s gaze hardened as Aeternus’s words hung in the air. His mind raced, trying to process the weight of what had just been revealed. It wasn’t fear that gripped him—no, he was beyond that. But there was a quiet unease, a flicker of uncertainty he hadn’t felt in a long time. A Monarch? Why didn’t the Architect showed him more of the Past and what happened back then?

[Y/N] stood frozen, her body tense as the words of the Monarch reverberated in her mind. The weight of what Aeternus had said settled over her like a thick fog, suffocating her thoughts. She had always known that her existence was strange—an enigma even to herself—but hearing Aeternus speak of it, as if it were a mere fact of the universe, made something in her gut twist uncomfortably.

Her [E/C] eyes flickered between Jin Woo and Aeternus, trying to grasp the magnitude of the situation, but the overwhelming sense of being utterly out of her depth washed over her.

For a moment, her legs felt weak, and she instinctively stepped closer to Jin Woo, as if his presence could shield her from the unknown. The bond she shared with him flared, an invisible thread that anchored her in a world that suddenly felt too vast, too uncertain. The bond was stronger than ever before, but it wasn’t enough to silence the unease creeping into her heart.

“You tread a dangerous path, child of neither life nor death,” the Monarch continued, his voice deepening with a subtle menace. “There are those who wish to keep such as you from the world of the living and the dead. You would be better off not interfering with the cycle.”

Jin Woo took a step forward, a hint of challenge in his posture.

“You may control something that’s in between life and death, but you don’t control me.” His voice was ice, sharp and unwavering.

The Monarch didn’t falter, his creepy smile deepened, a flash of cruelty hiding beneath his fair words. “I am the one who ensures that the cycle never ceases, Shadow Monarch. You, and your companion, may fight it as you will, but you are not beyond it.''

He paused for a Moment.

“I will offer you a choice.”

The monstrous figure on the throne shifted, the bones of countless creatures grinding together as he leaned forward slightly, his gaze pinning both Jin Woo and [Y/N]. His long index finger pointing at his Shadow.

 “Leave this place with no harm, no consequence, but in exchange for that freedom... you must leave her behind.”

He paused for a second.

“She is an anomaly, something that should not exist within the natural order. Her existence is an affront to the Cycle, an error that needs to be corrected. She is your companion, I can see that. But it is clear, even to you, that her life means far less than yours in the grand scheme of things.”

[Y/N] felt the sting of Aeternus’s words, but it wasn’t the insult that hit her hardest—it was the sudden clarity that flashed through her mind.

The Monarch of the Eternal Cycle was right, in a way.

She wasn’t part of any natural order, just a glitch, a result of something beyond even her understanding.

Her entire existence was unnatural.

She couldn’t blame Aeternus for seeing her as expendable.

In that moment, she found herself strangely calm, accepting the harsh reality of what she was. If Jin Woo chose to leave her behind for his own survival—after all, she was just an anomaly, a thing that didn’t belong—it made sense. She’d never been a person of great worth, never been destined for something more.

[Y/N] lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers clutching her dagger more tightly, almost as if to brace herself. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be upset if he chose to leave. Wouldn’t that be the wisest decision? Wouldn’t it be the easiest choice to make?

But the moment Jin Woo spoke, his voice sharp and unwavering, she knew he had made his decision.

“I refuse”

Jin Woo said, his eyes narrowing, not once leaving Aeternus's towering figure. His voice was firm, unyielding. “Betraying her isn't an option. Not for me. I will not leave her behind.”

[Y/N] blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. She raised her head slightly to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Had he really said that? Had he just rejected the chance to walk away, unscathed, simply for her sake?

There was no hesitation in his voice, no signs of doubt. He wasn’t considering the price; he wasn’t even weighing it. Even if this was a greater Threat than the Spiders. [Y/N] hat thrown herself in Front of him, without knowing if she could fight or not.

Loyalty is a two-way street. If he was receiving it from her, then she would get it from him as well.

Her chest tightened, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. But before she could speak, before she could thank him or protest, the air around them thickened with an oppressive force, the very presence of Aeternus growing heavier.

“I see…” Aeternus murmured, a dark smile spreading across his skull-like face. “A Monarch of Shadows with more honor than I expected. But know this, Jin Woo… choosing her means choosing your death. You’ve made your choice. Now, stand and face the consequences.”

Jin Woo didn't flinch. His eyes were locked onto Aeternus’s, a determination burning in them that would not be extinguished.

,,Arise‘‘

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✿ Wow next time we will get sum serious fighting shit, i hope i will be able to write it well! Huge Challenge for me tbh. Let me know what you think! ☽

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[drysdalesworld]

work song

pairing: luke castellan x fem!nike!reader

genre: angsty, some fluff, & comfort

word count: 1.3k+

warning(s): mentions of violence, mentions of nightmares, mention of reader death in dreams, luke being sleep deprived, & kronos talking to luke

note: happy new year! here’s my new year gift for y’all <3 idk what’s up with me & always writing nike!reader fr. not set in the “the sun & it’s shadow” universe! but there are alludes to nike!reader. please ignore the many inaccuracies in this 🙏 not proofread!

Luke Castellan didn’t like going to bed.

Going to bed meant falling asleep and falling asleep meant he’d dream and dreaming meant he’d be met with images of death, revenge, destruction, and hope. He often saw the destruction of Camp Half-Blood the minute his head hit the pillow. Of Mount Olympus and the Gods. But, mostly of you.

Luke would hold your limp and cold body in his arms as he cried for you, jerking awake with gasps and tears. An aching feeling settling in his chest as he clawed at his rapidly beating heart, trying to calm himself down, gripping the sheets beneath him as he caught his breath. Nights like these always ended up with him dragging himself to cabin seventeen, crawling into your bed as you soundly slept, arms instinctively wrapping around the body of your beloved as if you knew he needed the comfort.

Those kinds of nightmares shook the Castellan boy to his core. He didn’t know why he dreamt of those kinds of things. Causing any kind of pain to you was something he’d never dream of doing, but yet his dreams were often full of it. You dying by his hand, blood staining his hands crimson.

Sleep didn’t come easy when he was alone. Haunted by the future images of destruction and loss. It was a never ending cycle that Luke Castellan could not escape. His only freedom from it was in your arms, which is a place where he found himself tonight.

Luke currently found himself sprawled across your nearly made bed, all four corners tucked tightly into the bedframe and stuffed animals piled onto the end of your bed. His calloused fingers lightly drummed against the soft material of your bed spread. He was always impatient when it came to waiting for you to return from your nightly gossip sessions in the Aphrodite cabin.

The familiar sound of cabin seventeens buzz began to quiet down as the night got later and everyone got settled for bed. Luke was the only one awake by the time every Nike child fell into a deep slumber, tossing a small stuffed teddy between his hands as he continued to wait, desperately trying to silence his racing thoughts.

It was always the same every night—lay awake, stare into the dark corner of the Hermes cabin, strain his ears for any strange sounds until he heard his voice, and try not to go mad.

He succeeded most nights. But on the nights where Luke’s strength and sanity wore thin, he crawled into the very space he’s occupying at the moment.

Luke.

The teddy bear fell limp against the boys chest as he halted his movements in tossing it.

Luke, I know you can hear me.

Eyes squeezed shut and muttering the same comforting story his Mother used to whisper to him as a child before slumber took him into their embrace.

You can fight it all you want, Luke. But we both know you’re already mine. You can’t stop fate.

The Hermes boy continued to mutter the bedtime story to himself, losing count of how many times he had to repeat it. His throat began to hurt.

It’s fate. All of it is fate. You’ll join me. She’ll die. The Gods will submit to our orders and grant you whatever you desire, Luke.

Luke’s eyes were closed so tightly that the rushing of blood in his ears began to hurt his head, tears spilling out from the corners and ran down the sides of his face.

No matter how hard you try, you’re not strong enough to save her.

“Shut. Up.” Luke whispered, hands going up to his hair, tugging the strands in frustration.

I thought you wanted this, Luke? Wanted the Gods to pay for their negligence and cruelty? To see them bow at your feet, begging for mercy?

“No,” he muttered. It’s not worth it if she dies. None of it is. He thought to himself.

Luke Castellan knew that the visions Kronos showed him in his sleep were exaggerations of what could happen. So when he started to see your death by his hands, he began to reconsider reaching out to Kronos and exact revenge on the Gods. He couldn’t live without you, as dramatic as it sounded. It was true.

The dark haired boy knew that the old Titan was going to answer, but the creaking of the cabin floors and the sound of your familiar pitter-patter is what broke the connection.

Luke bolted up, the stuffed teddy falling to the floor.

“Oh my Gods, Luke! You scared me. Why aren’t you in bed?” You whispered, hand over your chest as your heart rapidly beat against it from the unexpected fright.

Your boyfriend didn’t answer you. He instead stood up from your ruffled bedspread and gathered you into his arms, face digging into your neck as he held you tightly to his frame.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You gently asked, hands wrapping around his shoulders as your hands wandered to his dark curls.

Luke’s silence is all you needed as you hummed out an acknowledgment, fingers gently rubbing circles into his scalp. He had told you of his particular struggles after he had battled back and forth with himself for days about the wrongness of it all. You were shocked he would ever do such a thing, but you understood. You understood what he was trying to achieve, begging him to not go through with it. Being intertwined with a Titan like Kronos could not garner positive results. Luke agreed to not go further, but Kronos still lingered and until the two of you could find a way to break that connection, he would continue to whisper horrendous things into Luke’s ear.

“Let’s get you into bed, yeah?” You asked, softly pulling him away from your neck so you could get a good look at him.

He had dark circles under his eyes. His dark locks were tangled and wild. His cheeks looked sunken in a bit, a sign that he wasn’t eating or sleeping properly.

A frown etched itself onto your face, thumbs traveling to his cheeks to gently caress them. He leaned into your touch, Luke’s eyes bore into your own as the two of you stood there in complete silence and darkness.

“It’ll all be alright, okay? We’ll figure it out. We always do, Luke” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your boyfriends chin, narrowly missing his bottom lip.

Luke only meekly nodded, allowing you to guide the both of you to your bed, swiftly tugging at the tightly tucked sheets. Once the soft sheets were untucked, you crawled in first, laying yourself back first as you opened your arms for Luke to nestle himself in. And that he did.

You wrapped your arms around Luke as he brought the covers up to both of your chins, face tucked into your neck once again. He melted into your frame, body relaxing as the only thing he could hear was your heartbeat against his ear.

No words were further exchanged between the two of you. The only sound of crickets and the howling wind echoing throughout the cabin. You knew that this would be a topic for tomorrow and that the only thing that mattered in the moment was Luke getting some deserved sleep. You couldn’t fathom the kind of struggle he went through everyday and you only hoped that your presence at least eased it in some way.

Luke knew that this had to come to an end. He was tired of feeling this way and not getting a reprieve from the Titan. He needed to protect you from the influence of Kronos. No matter what it took.

Sleep finally consumed the both of you after minutes passed. You dreamt of archery and training with your siblings while Luke dreamt only of darkness and guilt.

[pshcomforts]

➳ strange | psh.

non!idolsunghoon x fem!reader

“from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again?”

synopsis: you and sunghoon find it difficult to see each other after a fresh breakup when you meet at the wedding of your two best friends.

warnings/content: written in third pov. heavy and pure angst. sunghoon sad hours. cursing (i think). not proofread.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

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current song playing: strange by celeste

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2:58 ──────────────|───── -1:18

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎..

the invitation appeared clear in front of y/n’s eyes. her gaze softened as she scanned through the paper. “finally sent it out,” she mumbled under her breath.

her face lit up for a second in excitement that her friend, min-su, was getting married; but once took a pause when she realized something.

𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄? ☐

the girl’s heart shattered at the two words. “plus one..,” she repeated in a soft scoff. “yeah right.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“sunghoon!” y/n giggled, feeling her boyfriend’s hands snake around her waist.

his loud, booming laugh echoed in the apartment as he flashed a wide grin. “i have to hold you there!” he yelled out, giving a hearty chuckle at her squirming figure.

“that tickles!”

she tried to push the hands away and sunghoon kept a firm grip where they laid. “come on, get used to it!” he murmured, trying to bring their bodies closer for the dance.

her heart quickly thumped, knees falling weak at his push for their chests to meet. “hoonie..,” she tried to whine, ignoring the fuming butterflies in her stomach.

“yeah, pretty?” he whispered in her ear, head leaning down to meet her height.

y/n felt a tickle in her throat, almost coughing at the flustering reaction he caused. she swiftly pushed him away, catching her breath once he let go with a soft smirk.

“baby, you know you’re gonna have to get used to it, right? we’re gonna be dancing for min-su and heeseung’s wedding soon.” hoon chuckled, loving the way her cheeks were so flush with pink.

“i know! but you’re very close to me.”

he laughed again before approaching closer. his finger flicked under her chin for a split second, smiling as he murmured, “that’s the whole point, y/n.”

the girl sighed before shoving his hands away. “you do it on purpose, idiot.” she rolled her eyes.

“no i don’t??” he loudly beamed, chortling out laughs afterward.

“sunghoon..,” she whined while nudging his arms.

“okay, okay, i won’t do it again! now can we please try one more time?”

she glanced up at her boyfriend who began giving a soft pout. a sigh escaped from her. she just can’t say no to that face.

her arms wrapped around his neck as his own fell to the waist again, fingers gripping tighter by the second.

his eyes peered into hers, getting completely lost into them as he started smiling like an idiot.

a smile crept onto his lips, unable to hide his longing desire to keep her in his arms like this while y/n returned back his charming grin.

her gaze attracted onto his and her face began to glow with a tinge of pink, blood rushing at the mere thought of having her lover boy near her.

the music was kept low in the background, almost drowning in their eyes as they slowly held each other in the dim-lit living room.

their foreheads bunked and they took in the sight of their perfect person.

everything about this was as memorable as one’s wedding day could be. nothing in the world mattered, but them, and they knew it.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

y/n’s eyes filled to the brim with tears, heart aching and chest tightening at the memory that ran through.

her breathing began getting heavy, and the only thing she could feel was her body in physical pain. her knees curled up to her chest and she lowered her head, drowning her tears to herself as she remained in the empty living room that was once lively.

the wedding was just in two days, but the breakup between her and sunghoon were still fresh.

granted, it had almost been two months since, but those two months were the hardest she’s ever had to endure. and with one of her best friends getting married, she couldn’t dare to put the news out there so soon.

y/n’s breath hitched, tears still flowing as she felt her world crash down. her head laid against her knees again, sniffling in hopes of pushing the pain away.

was it even possible to get through this without her other half?

she huffed out a sigh before finding her phone buzzing with texts.

jake’s girl 🫂:

are you excited, min-su??

AHHH

I AM

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

ME TOOOOOO

YOURE GONNA LOOK SO GOOD MIN-SU

hee’s fav 🤍:

STOPP

I CAN’T WAITTT

HEE AND I ARE SO EXCITED

as the group chat continued, y/n smiled to herself, heart healing at the excitement that surged through every text.

she wished she responded but her heart couldn’t recover from losing sunghoon.

✩ ‘say isn’t it strange?’ ✩

she sniffled again, hands shaking as she closed her phone and let tears run down her wet cheeks.

“i miss you, hoonie.” she whispered, heart shattering at her cracked words.

she wondered if the boy she loved was going through the same thing, or had moved on quicker than she imagined with how little contact they’ve had.

but what she didn’t know was that sunghoon was holding his knees up to his chest just like her, tears flowing down the exact same pace as he looked back on the photos he had. the photos he couldn’t dare to delete, even if he knew it was what was needed to move on.

his puffy lids drooped down a little more each time he scrolled, unlocking memories that were now filled with a stranger he once knew.

✩ ‘isn’t it strange?’ ✩

at times, he’d tilt his head and wear a soft smile he didn’t even know he had when finding pictures that defined them, defined their whole existence within each other.

how could he ever move on from the perfect girl he wanted to marry?

sunghoon quickly sniffled and shut his phone off, laying his head down next to his knees while mumbling, “i miss you, y/n.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

the awaited day had finally arrived.

everyone in the wedding gathered at the banquet hall, rushing to get everything in place.

y/n walked out of the room to grab her friends a few drinks, finding no harm in doing so. but she came to regret it after finding sunghoon firmly standing near the bar.

her heart was quick to drop and butterflies immediately gathered in her stomach. she gulped down the bundle of nerves that tempted to push out as his eyes finally fell on her.

she watched them soften for a second, and soon enough, the light reflected in his eyes and emphasized the tears that gathered around them.

the girl felt her chest tighten just like it did when they had agreed on breaking it off. feelings were quick to rush back and she almost couldn’t budge from the glued ground.

and that was when he walked up to her, getting a better view of his pretty girl in a cream colored dress, highlighting her body figure that he used to adore.

his heart rang for her as he tried to keep his composure, hands shoving into his pockets with a cleared throat added in.

“y/n…,” he weakly voiced. “you look beautiful.”

✩ ‘i am still me’ ✩

tears threatened to spill at that very moment but she choked it back in, though her glassy eyes still said more. “thank you, sunghoon.” she said with a shaken tone. “you look very handsome.”

✩ ‘you are still you’ ✩

her gaze fell to the suit he wore. handsome couldn’t even begin to describe him. he was still as gorgeous as ever, and it pained her that that was all she could say.

“you picked this suit out for me,” hoon murmured with a faint grin.

and almost instantly, he regretted his words because memories started to flashback for him, and her.

✩ ‘in the same place’ ✩

they were both quickly brought back to when he was debating on either suits and his person helped him choose, forced him to wear it, and teased him relentlessly on how handsome he’ll be at the wedding.

then he kissed her everywhere on the face, leaving littering pecks to show that he wouldn’t be looking good for anyone but her.

y/n softly gasped for air at the flooding memory, turning her head to hide the reddened eyes.

all the reasons to why they had to break up were suddenly gone. every single one vanishing in the air with their desire to cave in and hold each other again.

✩ ‘say isn’t it strange?’ ✩

“i should go,” she mumbled. “min-su’s waiting for me…,”

sunghoon didn’t say anything, only nodding and letting her leave in fear that he’d say something unplanned.

he watched her figure make its exit, eyes lingering for her to stay another second longer just to have her presence near.

but she didn’t, so he heavily sighed and walked away as well.

✩ ‘isn’t it strange?’ ✩

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

time was ticking and soon enough, the ceremony began.

y/n’s friend, min-su, walked down the aisle with tears in her eyes. her lips trembled and her heart stood in the right place in knowing she was marrying the man of her dreams.

y/n watched her slowly make her way as she stood by her two other friends, ji-woo and dae. her heart was almost heavy in this bittersweet moment she was experiencing.

she wanted nothing more than happiness for the soon-wedded couple, but she just couldn’t help and think about if her and sunghoon had really made it through this to be their wedding.

she quickly chewed on her lips, forcing herself out of that mindset as her friend finally reached to where heeseung was.

“please be seated,” the officiant spoke.

the ceremony continued on with faint flashbacks the bride and groom had of each other, earning giggles from the crowd. then there came the vows, and the rings exchange that melted everyone’s hearts.

“i do.” both min-su and heeseung firmly said, smiling with tears in their eyes.

“you may kiss the bride.”

and that was when hee quickly pulled his newly wedded wife into his arms, pressing a firm kiss for everyone to cheer for.

y/n quietly sobbed, clapping while ji-woo uttered, “they’re so perfect for each other.”

she softly laughed as she wiped her tears, glancing across the room and accidentally meeting eyes with the boy she loved.

his gaze had already fallen on her, and he couldn’t stop himself. he just couldn’t stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they were still together and had arrived as a couple.

his heart ripped to shreds at the sight of her crying, bringing him back to when they broke up.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

✩ ‘back to this room’ ✩

sunghoon had just arrived home after a long shift, drained from the used up energy he had to give.

he quickly sat onto the couch, sighing in relief of some peace and quiet.

y/n finally approached out of their shared room, walking toward with the same, exhausted expression he had on.

the two were growing out of the relationship with how busy they were, schedules never aligning and both always wanting time for themselves as introverts.

she sat near him, sighing in defeat of the realization she had. she didn’t want to let him go, she wasn’t ready.

but nothing could save the crumbling truth.

“sunghoon..,” she whispered, laying her attention on the tired boy who had his eyes closed.

“hm?”

“can we talk?”

his eyes instantly shot open and his body shook itself awake once he realized she was serious.

“yeah,” he cleared his throat, furrowing his brows and uttering, “what about?”

but he knew what it was about.

✩ ‘what could i do?’ ✩

she hesitated for a second, hands trembling and heart standing fragile. “our relationship…,” she said. “we’re both getting really busy..,”

she stopped, voice cracking within each second. her mouth opened to speak but sunghoon’s shuffling made her go mute.

he sat up with his eyes shut. “i know we are, and i know we might not make it but, please…,” he pushed himself closer to her, hands firmly holding her cheeks. “i can’t let you walk away from this, from us. we were almost there.”

✩ ‘i touch your head’ ✩

tears streamed down his face now and the area around his eyes reddened, which y/n reflected.

“we were, hoonie.” she confirmed with a weak voice. “i wanted us to last for so long.. you’re my everything, you know that but..,”

she couldn’t bring herself to say it, so he did.

“but we have to break up.”

✩ ‘to pull your thoughts into my hand’ ✩

the two immediately broke down once the harsh reality hit them.

y/n clung to his chest, arms wrapping around tightly to remember how it’d be like hugging him when they separated.

“this is unfair,” she sobbed. “we were so close, sunghoon, so close.”

the male’s heart tightened at her words as he cried into her shoulder, wetting her hair with tears. he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, scared that anything else would force him further to see that they were done.

so y/n kept quiet too, letting their mixed cries echo in the living room that was once filled with joyous laughter from their practice dance nights.

they clung onto each other just a little longer, and perhaps also clung onto their little fragment of hope until one of them pulled away.

it was unclear of who it was with how much they lingered to stay that way forever, but they were now separated, and what’d seem like forever was now never.

sunghoon’s hand cupped one side of her cheek, holding her face for one last look in the most beautiful girl he’ll ever meet.

“i love you, y/n.” he sniffled, thumb rubbing away the tears.

she whimpered out a few more cries, heart stabbing at his sentence that’d linger in her ears forever. “i love you too, sunghoon, always will.” her hand reached over the one that held her cheek, grasping it to hold what she’d soon be losing.

“you’ll forever be my favorite person, nothing can change that.” his deep voice muttered, lips frowning as he continued, “i still want to fight for us and i still want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

hoon pulled her in for a soft kiss on the forehead, holding himself against her skin longer than usual to savor his last moments with her.

“i know life is against us right now, so i can only hope that we’ll come back together again when the time is right.” he confirmed with a sniffle. “when the time no longer separates us from each other.”

y/n but her lips and sobbed, eyes glistening with tears as she nodded her head. she knew though that it was just a lie, they both did, but it was what they needed to soften the blow.

“you’re the love my life, how am i gonna go on?” she said, feeling her mind go numb at the mere though of continuing on without him.

“hey, hey,” sunghoon quickly cooed, bringing her in for another hug. her head snuggled against his chest as he uttered, “you’re strong, gorgeous. you always are, and you can live without me so easily.”

he softly chuckled when she continued to cry in his comforting embrace. “you’re my independent girl, that’s what i’ll always love about you. you’ll continue on and do great things without me, just don’t forget me, okay?”

his joke only made her sob harder, along with a faint hit to the arm, making him laugh and whisper under his breath—“that’s my girl.”

so they held on a little longer, hands tightly grasped around each other while still holding onto the tiny hope of them together again.

✩ ‘but now i can’t’ ✩

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“hey?” jake snapped to him. “you okay, bro?”

sunghoon quickly shook his head, bringing himself back to the present where the reception would be starting soon.

“i’m good, yeah.” he confirmed, hiding away the tears.

his friend chuckled before patting him on the back. “okay well, grab your girlfriend, we gotta go in before the new couple comes in and we miss it.”

hoon nodded, heart shattering at the term—‘girlfriend’ though still walking away. he searched for y/n, trying to find her so there were no suspicions but she was nowhere to be found.

he sighed before walking into the reception, eyes still scanning for her. and just when he was about to give up, he found her already sitting at a table where his seat wasn’t assigned.

his brows furrowed from the distance and he was close to approaching her when jay had stopped him.

“can you believe our hyung is married now?” he laughed. “i’d never imagine it’d come so soon.”

“best believe it, jay. one down, six to go.” jake chuckled, flinging an arm around sunghoon.

“i’m next.” the shorter males eyes flickered to his girlfriend, ji-woo and he instantly smiled. “yeah, i’m definitely next.”

the others finally approached and jungwon laughed. “nice try, hyung, but it’s dae and i next.” he murmured, attention flashing to his partner who had his brows raising.

the two softly bickered on who’d be next, causing sunoo to utter—“are you guys forgetting sunghoon and y/n? what if they get married first before you guys?”

the six members lingered their gaze onto the said boy who awkwardly stood and laughed. “oh yeah.., i don’t know though, i don’t think we’re ready for that yet.” he tried to excuse.

“yeah right, i saw this guy in a ring store months ago! he’s definitely proposing soon,” ni-ki snorted with a head shake.

hoon froze for a second before denying, trying to break the attention away from him while ignoring the tightened chest.

✩ ‘what did we lose?’ ✩

as the rest of the members continued, he turned his gaze to y/n who was now talking to her friends.

“i can’t believe our girl got married,” ji-woo huffed, still wiping away the happy tears.

“told you she’d be the first to get married,” y/n joked.

the three bursted into giggles as dae said, “well that was to be expected, who else would it be?”

dae and y/n immediately turned to ji-woo, who gasped and playfully rolled her eyes. “alright… why are you guys targeting me?”

“it’s definitely you and jake next.”

“and then you and jungwon!” y/n added in.

“then you and sunghoon!”

the girl laughed, trying to hide the awkwardness in her tone as she only nodded.

“by the way.. are you guys okay?” ji-woo mumbled.

y/n whipped her head at her. “what??”

“well just asking… you guys haven’t been as affectionate as we thought you guys would..,” she replied back.

dae nodded in agreement. “in fact, we haven’t seen you guys near each other today at all. did you guys get into an argument again?”

he furrowed his brows toward the girl who only forced a smile. “no, we’re okay, i swear! we just.. agreed not to be too affectionate since it’s min-su and heeseung’s special day!”

“girl, are you sure because you guys have been really distant.”

“i’m sure,” she falsely confirmed. “sunghoon and i are doing great.”

the words left a sour taste in her mouth as she puckered her lips together, not wanting to ruin her friends day. eventually, she convinced the two who began giving in.

before they could say more, the announcer had suddenly yelled out—“ladies and gentlemen, for the first time as a newly wedded couple, heeseung and min-su!”

the two came out and cheers were quick to fill the room as they walked through with huge smiles plastered across their faces.

y/n’s heart lightened as she watched her two friends smear cake frosting against each other. her eyes softened at the sight and everything was forgotten for a second.

then the couple had their first dance, where ‘can’t help falling in love with you’ played in a soft melody, melting everyone who watched min-su and heeseung bunk their heads against one another.

she loved the view in front of her as she happily watched, gaze too fixated on them to notice that sunghoon wasn’t watching them, but her.

✩ ‘you look at me’ ✩

he observed how she admired the wedded couple, how her eyes began to sparkle with tears, and how she wasn’t even aware that his longing gaze remained on her.

he could fall in love with her all over again.

when the couple shifted from the center just a little, y/n followed and finally let her attention fall onto him.

✩ ‘i look at you’ ✩

her heart picked up on the rapid pace that was setting off and they let their eyes lock before she looked away, not wanting to experience another ache in her body.

✩ ‘with nothing to say’ ✩

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

as the night continued, the married couple soon left to their honeymoon, leaving the rest to maintain their fun at the reception.

when a slow song began to play, y/n’s friends left to dance with their partners, leaving her alone.

she watched for a split second, dear admiration in her eyes for the two couples not too far from her.

ji-woo locked her arms around jake’s neck as he held her close by the waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that’d earn giggles in return. then he smiled and pulled her in closer for a sweet kiss.

dae and jungwon were in the same position but the taller male was staring down at his boy with a mischievous grin. then they both murmured something y/n couldn’t hear and next thing, won’s hands are holding him closer by the waist.

the girl almost gagged, but still grinned at her happy friends, wishing she could experience that with her special someone. her gaze fell down, remembering how her and sunghoon had practiced for that exact moment in the wedding.

✩ ‘if i could’ ✩

her lips trembled and tears pooled in her eyes but she pushed them away before smiling to herself, looking back at the faded memories.

✩ ‘i’d pull your strings for one more dance’ ✩

she remained lost in her thoughts, unaware of a figure in front of her when a cleared throat caught her attention. she glanced up and her heartbeats were suddenly the only thing she could hear.

sunghoon stood with a hand reached out, brows softly raised and lips slightly curled.

“i owe you a dance,” he uttered.

her heart throbbed quicker and she almost jumped to her feet, but she stopped. “sunghoon..,” she chewed her lips.

“just one dance.”

a sigh left her and she soon stood without thinking, taking grasp of the hands that perfectly molded with hers.

after reaching the dance floor, her arms snaked around his neck like it was natural and he beamed a quiet smile. his arms wrapped at her waist, keeping the grip light as he stared into her eyes.

y/n pulled him down closer, hands giving soft strokes in his hair just like when they were together.

✩ ‘from strangers to friends’ ✩

sunghoon breathed in this moment, taking in how it felt like nothing’s changed between them. his fingers dug into her dress a little more as he leaned in to bunk their heads together.

both of their eyes shut, noses grazing against each others with every slow inch they took. but they stopped, leaning away when they realized their lips were about to touch.

y/n shamed her head down and sunghoon gulped away the lump in his throat, both regretting their decision.

the girl soon laid her head against his chest, and he nuzzled his chin on top of her. she felt his heart begin syncing up with hers, rhythms pounding to prove that they still belonged to each other.

she savored every possible second of this, missing how she fell perfectly into his arms. everything felt right with him in her world.

✩ ‘friends into lovers’ ✩

tears welled in her eyes as she quickly sniffled, burying herself deeper into his comforting hold.

if for even one second, one or the other pulls away, she’d come to realize that he’d still remain a stranger with memories even after this slow dance.

“so what now?” y/n shakily mumbled against his warm chest.

sunghoon softly sighed, allowing her to feel it as he replied, “let’s just.. enjoy each other’s company for now.”

he paused, gulping down the pained cries in his throat when saying, “just before we have to actually let go.”

he felt the girl he loved sigh, knowing he was right.

“okay, hoon, one last dance before we leave this behind.”

✩ ‘and strangers again?’ ✩

she pulled away and glanced up at him with a forced grin plastered on. the male reflected it back as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead.

the two shut their eyes at the contact, tears flowing down. they were quickly pulled into the same position as before, where her head laid against his chest and his chin muzzled on top of it to hide their muffling cries.

“one last dance, gorgeous.”

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a/n: i cant lie, i wrote this as someone who’s heavily sleep deprived. i will proofread this sometime later.. also someone let me know if it turned out okay bc my brain started to rot towards the end

[tinylilacbun]

I love your fics and was wondering if u could request a fic with little!reader and Sofia and rafe

Where reader sees rafe getting angry at someone and she runs to Sofia scard bc she isn’t used to seeing him like that and Sofia and rafe have to calm her down and comfort her ?🙏🏼

You three are at a party to try and enjoy the evening after the Enduro race earlier where Rafe revved into JJ's bike, luckily not getting hurt.

But since that, Rafe has been a little on edge, obviously keeping it at bay for the sake of you and Sofia, now holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his one arm around your chest, your back pressed into his front while Sofia is at his side.

She pulls away and Rafe's arm around her waist falls back against his side. "I'll get a refill, you need one too?"

Rafe nods, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, watching her walk off he wraps his free arm now around your front as well, his chin resting on top of your head.

You are actually enjoying yourself, a little tired but still singing along to the current song playing, with a smile on your face. All until a couple walks past you and Rafe, glancing at you weirdly before starting to gossip.

"I heard they're both dating a pogue." The girl says to her boyfriend and it instantly gets Rafe's attention, the hold on the bottle tight as he narrows his eyes at the pair.

"Yeah, not to mention that Y/n and Rafe are rumoured to be involved in Peterkin's murder..." The boy replied.

You jumped when Rafe's voice boomed through the room. "The fuck did you just say?"

The couple turns around, their eyes widening as Rafe pulls away from you to approach them. You hold onto his arm to try and stop him but he wouldn't let their stupid comment slide.

"Nothing, we just-" One of them stammers and Rafe lets out a dangerous chuckle.

"Nah, repeat what you just said about me and my girls, go on. Say it right in my face." He challenges them, patting his cheek for emphasis and you shrink in on yourself, not liking it when people raise their voice, since your father used to yell at you when he was drunk.

Not knowing what to do you run to get Sofia, trying to push back the tears as you search for the kitchen. Finally finding it you are already sniffling, rushing to stand beside Sofia and she quickly sets down the drinks she is holding to grab your arms to ground you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks, worry etched across her face at your distressed state.

"R-Rafey s'mad..." You choke out, your hands trembling in front of you. The fact you used the nickname let's Sofia know that you're starting to regress but are still trying to stay big in public.

She sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead she grabs your hand and starts walking to where she had left you and Rafe, reassuring you on the way there. "I'll handle this, yeah? Just stay close to me."

You both join the scene and Sofia hurries to stand between Rafe and the guy he is about to lunge at from the look in his eyes but luckily you both got there in time.

"Rafe, calm down." Sofia speaks up, wanting to draw his focus on her. "Hey, look at me, now."

The tone of her voice has Rafe looking down at her, his breathing ragged from anger. "They're talking shit about us-"

"Let them be, it's not worth it." She says, glancing at you for a moment and back up at him. "You're scaring her..."

At that, Rafe turns his attention to you, seeing the way tears are brimming in your eyes and how you're nibbling on your nails, completely overwhelmed with the situation.

"Let's go." He grumbles, his arm going around your waist while Sofia is still holding your hand. Glaring one last time at the couple he steers you out of the house, his hold on your waist firm as you walk towards the car.

Your sniffles are the only thing being heard in the thick silence and Rafe stops to pull you into his chest, a hand on the back of your head, the other stroking your back to soothe you.

"Shh, you're okay. I shouldn't have raised my voice..." He murmurs into your hair, watching Sofia wipe the tears gently from your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not mad at you, y'know that right?"

You nod against his chest, closing your eyes you feel Sofia squeezing your hand assuringly. "He deserves early bedtime for that, don't you think sweetie?"

You smile at that, letting out a quiet giggle. Rafe shakes his head with a smirk, muttering under his breath. "Unbelievable. Can't a man defend his wonderful girlfriends?"

"Not the way you did, that's for sure. So, stop complaining or you'll sleep on the couch as well." Sofia warns him with a raise of her eyebrows, moving to open the car door for you.

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[volturiprincess]

Bae Bae

Felix Volturi x fem reader

Summary: A gift to him Warnings: A slight mention of death but its not deep, my inner thoughts come through😁 A/N: I know I haven't posted a ton lately, ill do a separate post about that but the way I had a sudden inspiration for this one was like being on cloud 9. I wasen't sure if I wanted to post this today but i thought hey I need to keep you darlings feed🫶🏼. The song inspiration for this one was "Bae Bae" by Big Bang.....Enjoy💙(Demetri will be next) Word Count:1924

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Everything seemed dark, I would look at the stars at night and wonder why they did not shine for me? Everyone always talked about how bright the stars are, how they alone are a source of light in the dark sky. And the worst part was people would compare the stars to their loved ones. Love, a word I avoid in my life.  As I live my life day by day, I would see endless people in love, with their significant other, their special person, their other half. You can say I did envy that, yet I was reminded that I don't have anyone. 

Did I crave that feeling for affection and love? To love someone and to get the feeling in return? To learn to depend on someone and to not be so independent? Of course I did, I would have to be heartless not to have that craving. Still I have my days where I don't want to be with people, I don't want to be out in the world. I want to be contemplating my existence in life, what is it that I need to do to get out of this weird haze? 

So what do I do? I sit by a cute little cafe. I find myself going more often than I would like to admit, sketching on my notepad drawing anything that my little mind comes up with. Words sometimes do not work for me but drawing is like a nice cup of coffee, currently what im drinking as I sketch. There are not even perfect sketches, it looks like a child drew them but I like to think it's abstract art. It has no deep meaning, its only significance is my mind.

More recently my drawings have been more specific, I seem to define my lines more, it has more specific outcomes. I have been focusing more on what I want to draw, and I can proudly say I know what it is. I find myself delicately drawing my scenery, I might draw what my table contains, a cup of coffee, books, sometimes a pastry that feeds my sweet tooth. I have even grown bold to draw people, ones that might be sitting outside of the cafe or ones that just stand around. 

But I don't draw faces, no I have not had the patience for that quiet yet. The young lady who works at the cafe sometimes comes by the table I have claimed, to ask me what I am drawing.

“My mind”

She looks at me with a confused look but gives me a small smile as she walks away to help another customer. She asks me that question every time I come by, and everytime I give her the same response. How has she not gotten tired of asking that? I sometimes grow tired at work repeating the same old lines of ‘would you like a receipt’ or my favorite one where I have to force a smile when deep down i'm so tired and down in the dumps and say “have a great day”. It sounds hypocritical to me because I'm telling someone else to have a good day when I can't seem to have one myself. 

I get a lot of customers who have a certain someone in their life, which seems fitting since I do work at a flower shop. They rush in trying to find the ‘perfect’ flowers to give them, they usually go for the roses but there are ones who want to ‘spice’ it up. 

Back to my current state I was sketching a strangely gorgeous man. I always see him when I come to this cafe and always in the same spot. I think he has been my sudden inspiration to want to draw more specific things. He sits by the shade, leaning back on his chair that seems a bit small for the big man he is but he gently reads a book. He seems like a fan of Edgar Allan Poe because he is currently reading a book with just his short stories. I have that book, my version is filled with annotations and sticky notes filled with reactions on certain parts I catch myself re-reading.

This man has such a stoic and blank face that makes me wonder how he can keep a straight face while reading Poe’s stories. Maybe he has read it more times than I have because I still find myself doing faces in certain parts. 

I focus more of my energy on his posture, he has one leg crossed over his knee and his left elbow rests on the table since he is sitting by the table and not forward holding the book. I never knew someone could look so elegant sitting down in a casual posture. The way sometimes the air would blow some of his dark locks out of his face only to go back resting on his forehead leaves me mesmerized. 

He is in his own world like I find myself, and that intrigues me. Strangely though he never orders anything to consume while he is there, the same young lady who talks to me goes up to him. I have never actually managed to hear his voice but he does give her a small smile just like she does.

I started to feel a bit…irritated when he gives her that smile. Why should I feel that irritation? I don't know him, or his name, or even heard his voice and yet I can feel that green eyed monster creep in slowly. Is this behavior normal? Why should I feel like this? We are not together, he is not mine, nor am I his. I don't even know what his favorite color is. My wild guess would be black because he seems to wear those colors the most. But that is just making assumptions, I wear a lot of black too and yet my nails are a bright pink that has a nice shimmer to it, that's my favorite color.

As I'm about to finish the sketch of his broad shoulders, he's gone. My eyebrows furrow as I do a quick skim of my surroundings. He moves fast. 

“You have quite the talent, little flower”

My eyes popped open as I felt my back stiffen and the pencil I had in hand fall to the ground. That voice…deep with richness, made my tired eyes fill with awareness and energy. I turn slightly to meet with the man I've had my focus on this afternoon looking at me with an amused look. That emotion sure does fit him perfectly, he was made to be smiling. As I gaze up at him, any function of knowing how to be a human flew out. He walked around my table to sit in front of me, my gaze never leaving him as he moved. 

“What? Surprised I'm talking to you after weeks of never doing so?”

I nod, which makes him chuckle at my lack of words. How can I even when the man I have unfortunately fallen for is talking to me for the very first time? 

“I was working up the courage to talk to you for a while now, but your beauty intimidated me”

My beauty? Oh what a charmer he is. I have never been called beautiful before, never been complimented before, not even my own parents have. None of that mattered after this handcrafted handsome species of a man has flattered me with his words. 

“Your quite the charmer, I thought you were going to be cold and stoic”

His cute smile turned into a smirk. “Well, am I not full of surprises today?”

“What gave you the sudden courage to talk to me?”

“I've been catching your eye every once in a while and then you would furiously be in your sketchbook, I thought for sure you were interested in me, am I wrong?”

So he’s been watching me in return, yes I'm mortified that he's noticed I've been noticing him but at the same time I'm more intrigued in how he managed to spot my eyes on him when he was deeply engrossed in his book. 

“How did you manage to catch my eyes?”

“How can I not catch your eyes? The sun gives you a little spotlight that makes you look like a fallen angel while it also accentuates each of your facial gestures, you almost made it impossible for me to focus on my daily reading”

“You almost sound like a stalker”

“Well sue me for liking a lady”

I smile at his comment. “You like me?”

“You have no idea little flower how lovestruck you have me, you are a natural beauty, inside and out”

I felt my cheeks heat up with warmth as I feel like a fish out of water trying to understand how this man, who I don't even know his name yet, has a way with words. At this moment it feels like if we have known each other for years now, the way I can talk to him with such comfort for days, if time will permit me, is so abnormal for me. I have never been “a people person”, I tend to be a bit more of an introvert and it takes me a while to grow comfortable with people. But right now, with him, that is a whole other story. 

“Care to give me a name? I need to know the name of the man who is wooing me”

“Felix, and your’s little flower?”

“Y/N”

“What a beautiful name”

I look at Felix for anticipation as he looks up from my journal. I just finished writing my first short story and I based it on us. It was meant as a gift for Valentine's day but my excitement got the best of me. I wanted to focus more on my perspective of how I felt when I met him and what my thoughts were before I met him too. I haven't told him yet only snips but I knew from the start I wanted to do this for him. 

He finally speaks which eases my nerves a bit.“You know how you say you are not good with words”

“Yes?”

“My flower, you have such a way with words, I love reading your inner thoughts because I might not be able to actually read yours, reading this makes me feel I am able to”

I wanted to cry but I kept myself together, Felix…what can I say about him…he knows what to say to make me feel like i'm the only breathing soul, he treats me like the center of his universe. I always say to myself what did I did in my past life that life decided to give me a sweet loving man like Felix as a reward. I must have died the most gruesome way or suffered tremendously if it means I got such a happy life now with this giant. 

“So you like it then”

“I love it”

He crushes me into a deep hug as I bury my face into his chest, now that we are the same temperature, me and Felix don't have to wear sweaters when we hug. I can feel his warmth that always leaves me craving for more. 

You’re a natural beauty, so unique, so unique. My perfect dear, be my muse. We’re so comfortable together….My body wraps around yours so perfectly…I'm drunk with your scent, getting hazy again. Don't get plucked away, please.

Lyrics from 'Bae Bae' by Big Bang

[op1umeyes]

— Leaning to Live Again.

— 🪻. Synopsis. It’s been four and a half months since your fall. You’re starting physical therapy, and the team (and your husband) is there for you every step of the way- as Aaron gets started on filing a product liability lawsuit.

— 🪻. Warnings. Foul language. Frustrated reader. Female reader. Welder reader. Husband Spencer. Physical therapy. 1.6k fic. Mildly rushed ending. Not mych dialogue. I have no physical therapy experience, so I apologize for any incorrect terms/activities/phrases. Pet names.

— 🪻. Extra. Welder!Reader is getting a lot of love :))) Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

— 🪻. Other Welder!Reader fics. Lunch Break. Alive and Breathing.

You spent five weeks in the ICU, four of them in a medically induced coma. The doctor said that it was so you actually gave your body time to recover; the first few weeks after surgery was always the rockiest stage of any major injury.

Spencer spent every waking hour with you, if you were conscious or not. He read to you, had conversations with you, and told you anything that came to mind because he knows you love his voice. After three nights straight at the hospital, the nurses practically begged Spencer to go home, rest, recuperate, and get cleaned up. And Spencer admits, he felt a lot better after going back to your shared home.

When the doctors decided it was time to wake you up, Spencer was all but shoved out of the room. Something abour “not overwhelming her” or something. Spencer wasn’t listening anyway. After texting JJ, she told Spencer she’d let everyone know the news as they were currently in South Dakota catching a serial rapist and killer. And then Spencer resolved to pacing, reciting each song lyric you told Spencer reminded you of him. He repeated the few poems he had gotten you to read, voice softening as you read the words. And Spencer repeated the vows you and him had written for each other, remembering your face and your voice, the way you stood and how you smelled. He relived it as you were being pulled out of the darkness of your unconscious.

“Dr. Reid?” The nurse asked, pausing Spencer mid-step. He watched a few other nurses file out, and Spencer felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest.

“Yes?” He answered, breath held.

“Mrs. Reid is awake. You are more than welcome to go in there, but don’t put her on any additional stress.”

Spencer had barely said ‘thank you’ before he was hightailing it to the side of your bed. He felt the wind rush out of his lunge when he saw you blinking harshly, eyes trying to adjust to the light.

“Hey sweetheart,” Spencer whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks. He sat down and carefully took your callused hands in his.

You cleared your throat. “Hi,” you said finally, voice gravely from disuse. “You okay?”

A watery laugh bubbled out of Spencer. “You fall off a building and you ask me if okay. Baby, I love you so much.”

“Takes more than a fall to take me away from you, husband,” you murmured, letting your hand trace Spencer’s cheek. “But… how is everyone doing? I heard some of the things you guys said when I was… out, but I want to hear from you.”

The genius looked away, salty tears dampening his beautiful eyelashes. “Hotch is planning to prosecute the guys who made the safety harness that you wore because we all know you never would have worn something that was unsafe or had been recalled. We’ve just…” Spencer sniffled, turning his head to look back at you, “I guess we’ve just kept busy.”

You hummed. “How long will I be out of the showbusiness?”

Spencer looked at you, your eyes tired despite all the sleep you had been getting. He knew your world would shatter when he told you that you’d be in recovery for at least another year and a half. Your lipped twitched- an attempt to get the man you loved to smile. Yet again Spencer felt his heart crack: this was going to break you. “Doc says… about two years.”

The pointer finger still tracing Spencer’s face stilled. Your face blanked and Spencer felt the ari leave his lungs at how you looked at him. “What did you say?”

Spencer took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles as his tears fell onto your own and then slid down down down to the cold hospital floor. “Two years, baby.”

“Years. Tw-Two years,” you repeated in a whisper. “Two years.”

Spencer’s eyes shut. Your head fell back on the pillow, eyes boring holes into the ceiling as your own tears welled in your eyes.

“I know, baby, I know,” Spencer cried as you wept silently.

“You got this, wife,” Spencer whispered, pecking the crown of your head before going to stand across you, metal bars on either side of the wheelchair you carefully stood from.

It was your twenty third day of physical therapy, and boy was it hell. Your entire bottom half hurt, feeling as if fire consumed your muscles as you shakily got used to being on your feet again. Your back hurt the worst, though. You tried to play it off the best you could, but when the shooting pain took hold of the sensitive nerves of your spine, you couldn’t do more than screw your eyes shut andprace your head for the inevitable fall.

It had been getting better, you thought. Taking your first six steps was getting easier. Getting out of the pool was easier, and you could stand up without yelping in pain. But still, as you pushed through eveey PT session, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted at yourself for not being able to do basic human activities.

Spencer really atuck to his vows, remaining steadfast at your side through everything. He was at your every beck and call, updating you on your coworkers and all the other people you’d grown close to as a welder and as a woman. Spence took pride being able to help you, being your rock as you always are for him.

Aaron was actively prosecuting the company that produced the faulty equipment. As requested by Spencer, Aaron didn’t tell you much. It was better in both of their minds that you focused on recovery and not having Hotch dumb down the details of legal stuff- not that you were dumb, you just weren’t as educated as Spencer and Aaron. Obviously.

Penelope made a point to bring you food every other day. With her she brought a big hug, warm smile, and hot tea. You listened closely to the gossip she had to share, grateful that she didn’t try overly hard to comfort you- she was just like a sister in that way.

Emily stopped by when she could, but understandably had other plans for her time off; i.e.: napping. When she came Emily brought a book or two she had seen and thought of you about or a magazine.

J.J. tried as hard as Penny did, bringing Henry and Will whenever possible. You appreciated the family, feeling fully accepted as J.J.’s soul sister, despite only knowing Spencer’s coworkers for almost a year. Henry had clicked with you right away and told you stories as he snuggled up to you in the hospital bed. When he fell asleep, Will and J would make conversation with you.

Derek had dinner with you and Spencer every weekend. He brought something new every time and always shut sown your protests at how expensive it must have been, aspecially since the three of you combined could eat $300 worth of food- having fast metabolism and being an athletic person was worth bragging about while shoving half pound birgers into your mouth. Despite just the good food, Derek made sure to talk with just you, offering a deep conversation or a lightheard bickering session, letting you know you weren’t alone.

Rossi visited every time he had time. David had grown fond of you and your personality. You were a hardworking, sincere, and (painfully) honest person. All admirable traits, Rossi thought. He always brought flowers, chocolate, and a milkshake/smoothie for you. Though his visits were shorter in comparison to Derek’s or Penny’s, David visited more frequently. He filled you in on details of the lawsuit Aaron was working on, staff drama, and other fatherly conversation.

Slowly, the months passed.

60 more days passed before the hospital finally brought up your discharge.

Through all that time you had managed to re-gain the ability to walk, run, swim 2 laps uninterrupted, and were improving daily.

You were proud of your progress, but especially thankful of all the people that had stood by your side the entire way. Your eyes burned just thinking about the love Spencer’s family your family had for you.

When one of the nurses you had grown close to finally brought up your discharge, you threw your arms around her and practically cried tears of joy. Spencer kept his composure better, but you could see the shine in his eyes as he discussed the details as you pulled yourseld away from the nurse.

The team was on a case when you reported back to them, but J.J. and Derek immediately set up a quick video call to voice their happiness. Even Aaron stepped in frame, a warm smile on his face as he spoke of how happy he was for you. David showed up right at the end. You swear you saw a tear roll down his cheek as he told you how proud he was of you, how strong you are, and how thankful he is that you’re okay.

Beside you, Spencer ran his hands through your hair with a shaking hand. He, too, cried.

It was two weeks later when you shoved your bags in the back of your truck (you insisted it be the vehicle Spencer drove home) and left the hospital.

“I love you Spencer Walter Reid.”

The two of you stood, leaning against each other, in front of your home. The feeling of Spencer’s warm body under your touch made you feel alive- electric, even. You felt like you could do anything as you carried your own bags into your own home with your own husband.

With Spencer by your side, you were finally learning how to live again.

[mattsturnioloscasket]

“CAR CRASH?” (M. Sturniolo)

in which: matts girlfriend takes his new car out for the first time and gets in an accident

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matt, chris, nick, and y/n were currently watching a movie in the living room. none of them had moved since the morning, and none of them wanted to.

“i want food.” chris was the first one to speak up. everyone’s head shoots toward him.

matt shakes his head. “fuck that i’m not leaving, it’s raining.”

“i’ll go.” y/n speaks up. matt groans.

“i mean canes sounds really good right now.” nick spoke. matt rolls his eyes.

“alright i’ll go.” y/n stands up for the first time, cracking her back. chris face distortions in disgust at the noise.

“text me what you guys want, alright?” matt stands up, as his girlfriend begins to slip on her shoes. he grabs her hand and opens it, placing his credit card and his new tahoe’s car keys.

“be careful, it’s raining really bad out there. and if i found out you used your card to pay i’ll throw my entire meal at you.” matt hold her face in his hands as he speaks. her eyes widen as she giggles, reaching up and pecking his lips.

“Alright text me what you guys want!” she calls, before walking out of the door.

it was silent when she walked out. the room felt more awkward without her and her laugh. matt sighs, throwing himself back onto the couch.

“i miss my girlfriend.”

“she just left dumbfuck!”

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“I USED TO HAVE A GIRL A DAY, BUT I WANT YOU TO STAY!” y/n sings her favorite song. she is cut off by a text on her phone, it was from nick. he was saying what everyone had wanted. her attention focuses on the screen in front of her as she giggles at the fact that chris had ordered the most. 2 combo boxes.

the rain gets harder, so y/n immediately shuts off her phone, throwing it into the passenger seat. she turns on her right signal, ready to turn. she begins to turn as she holds on the steering wheel tightly.

suddenly, a truck next to her, which had also tried to turn, hits the side of matt’s car. the impact of the large truck against the tahoe sent the car flying to the side.

y/n screams as her car begins to flip into a nearby ditch. she prays to herself, sobbing. she couldn’t die like this. who wanted to die while trying to get raising canes?

the car finally stops, it was on its side. the drives side facing up. y/n let’s out a loud sob, reaching for her phone to call matt. she grabs her phone, finding it on her lap. her air bag suddenly pops in her face. y/n screams, shoving her air bag back down. her hands shake as she presses matt’s contact.

“yes, baby?” “MATT!” y/n screams, letting out a sob. tears hit her arm as she cries louder. her arms had many shards of glass in them.

“y/n? y/n what’s wrong?” matt grows confused and scared on the other end. “i-i- car c-c-rash.” she seriously could not breath. “the ambulance is on the way, i’m coming.” y/n sobs, hanging up on matt.

“y/n? y/n?!” matt calls from the other end. he pulls the phone away from his ear to see that she hung up. “fuck!” he screams, standing up and running to the door. “matt, what happened?” nick asks, chris and him also now standing up. matt ignores them, grabbing his van keys and rushing out to the car.

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y/n sits in the back of the ambulance, sniffling. it was 49 degrees out, and she was wearing shorts and matt’s t shirt, so she was freezing. the nurse had picked the shards of glass out of y/n’s arm, and was currently wrapping it. suddenly, matt’s van speeds in. y/n moves to get a better look. the nurse stands up, finishing her wrapping.

matt runs out of the van, and toward his girlfriend. he makes it to her, pulling her into a tight hug. she hugs back, very tense and shaky. “please tell me your okay.” matt begs. he lets out shaky breaths.

“oh god.” y/n finally croaks out, sobbing loudly into his chest. “y/n, y/n, y/n, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay!” matt repeats, holding her tighter.

“i’m sorry matt.” she cries. matt shakes his head. “it’s okay, it’s okay! y/n, y/n, it means…” matt trails off. “i’m so sorry matt!” she sobs, louder into his chest. “baby, it’s means nothing to me. it’s nothing. it means nothing.” matt states, holding her up.

“i cant believe i just did that.” y/n cries, shaking her head. “hey, hey. it means nothing to me, it’s nothing to me.” matt picks her face up from his chest. “it means nothing.” he looks into her eyes. “nothing.” he repeats, pecking her forehead and pulling her back into a tight embrace.

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LOOK AT MY BABYYYY😓😓

[ssivinee]

✧Original Visual✧

Irene x Aespa! 96’ liner! F reader:  In the industry, beautiful idols aren’t uncommon. Your beauty was on the next level, all the 4th gen knew. But what if a certain 3rd-generation original visual begins to notice you due to a V-live you did?

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: Simple fic since I may not be able to write much today🥲

Character Vision Board

Choi Y/n, the oldest member of Aespa, was known for many things. Her dance skills, rap skills, composing, and even music production. She’s even the older sister of TXT member Choi Yeonjun.

But if you were to ask the K-pop community and idol industry what she was known for, it was her visuals. Y/n had a powerful gaze, sharp jawline, plump lips, and currently, oxford blue hair that cascaded down her back, ending right above her hips.

One dull day, Karina and Y/n were in SM’s dance studio. It was their day off, and despite being happy about that, the two members didn’t know what to do with their day, so they just decided to go to the company building and chill there.

The two girls wore similar outfits: grey sweats, a basic cropped hoodie, and sneakers. They lay on the black couch, just staring at the ceiling.

"Unnie~, I’m bored~"

"Jimin-ah... so am I."

The two looked at each other as Karina laid her head on Y/n’s lap, trying to figure out how to make time go by faster.

“Wait, what if we do a live?” Karina jumps into action, going to get the company phone, “you finally came up with an idea after so long.”

“You could’ve thought of it yourself!” Y/n chuckles as the girl sticks her tongue out, returning with another phone.

They take a tripod phone stand, attach it, and begin the V-live. After waiting a few minutes for MY to join, they finally had about 5k viewers, so they decided to start.

“Hello, guys,” Y/n stares at the chat while her and Karina wave.

“AESPA’S VISUAL LINE?”

“What did we do to deserve your guy’s grace today?”

“Y/n and Karina’s duo is something I didn’t know I needed.”

“Clap twice if you wanna leave SM.”

Y/n laughed at the several comments she saw, especially the English ones. “You guys know how to make me laugh.”

“We were bored, so we just decided to go on V-live to talk to you guys,” the younger stated, and spam of hearts came from the chat. The two keep reading and begin to read some questions.

“What song are you guys obsessed with at the moment?”

“Spicy by Aespa,” Karina said, making Y/n look at her like she was crazy, “Okay, self-promo.”

“Unnie, that’s how it should be. We’re idols, man,” Y/n laughs at Karina’s statement, hitting her lightly as it was a habit when she found things funny. “Anyways, for me, it would probably have to be Unforgiven & Fire in the Belly by Le Sserafim. They killed it on their album.” Karina nods in agreement.

“Dance Unforgiven? Guys, I haven’t learned the choreography.”

“She’s lying~ She knows it from TikTok,” Karina exposes her in a tattle-tale tone. “Wha~, no way you outed me like that,” the younger shrugs, followed by a giggle. “Do it, unnie.”

“Fine,” Y/n gets up to go to the computer. She ensured everything was connected before playing a few seconds before the chorus. “You guys ready for unnie to slay?” Karina says, and Y/n begins to dance the chorus. Effortlessly, she jumps with a bunny-like hand, then turns her fingers into horns and repeats, doing the same steps.

Once she finishes, the leader goes, “See, I told you she’s a liar. She knew the dance.” Y/n sits back down next to her, slapping Karina’s shoulder, which causes the girl to act like it hurts.

The live went on for 3 hours, and a lot happened. The girls talked, danced, and even sang songs. Now fans had a compilation of them dancing to ‘Kick It’ by NCT 127, ‘Wannabe’ by ITZY, ‘Hype Boy’ by New Jeans, ‘Hey Mama’ by the SWF dance challenge, and more.

Nearing the end, they decided to take one final request, “Psycho by Red Velvet sunbaenim?” When Karina read the comment, Y/n rushed to the computer and played the instrumental version. “Wait, we’re singing to it as well?”

“Yes! I love this song way too much to not sing it.”

The two got in place, and once the song began, Karina focused on dancing while Y/n did the adlibs perfectly. Comments start to go wild over her voice.

“Y/n drank the SM water again.”

“Ain’t no way she hitting Wendy’s notes????”

“Sub-vocal of Aespa, everyone!”

Y/n joins in on the dance now, and the two begin switching lines back and forth, creating a live vocal performance of the song. The second verse begins to hit, Y/n gets hyped and raps, “Hey trouble 경따윈 없이 오는 너, I’m original visual, 우린 원래 이랬어 yeah.” Karina joins her in singing the iconic one-liner. Then the comments go crazy again.

“4TH GEN ORIGINAL VISUALS YUH.”

“Wha~ the rap suits her.”

“I need a collab with Aespa’s visual line and Irene.”

As the song ends, the two are out of breath and fall to the ground. The echoing dance studio now echoed with their heavy breathing, “Sorry guys, we went a bit overboard,” Y/n tells them as the two drink their waters.

“No, you didn’t. It was amazing!”

“I need a live stage version stat.”

“Joohyun-ssi would be proud.”

“I think that’s it for us, you guys. We’ll do a V-live soon with the other members,” Karina tells the chat, and as fans spammed bye, she ended the stream.

“I’m pooped, man.”

“Same.”

The two get up and prepare to head back to their dorms. Once in the van, Y/n stays on her phone while Karina takes a quick nap. She then gets a notification from Instagram, which she questions. That would only mean an idol was texting her, but it would mean they’re an idol she never spoke to before since they didn’t message her regularly.

Looking at her DMs, shocked was an understatement. The Bae Joohyun had texted her, and once she opened the chat, she wanted to throw her phone out of the car.

Irene texted, ‘Wow, Y/n-ssi, you're a beautiful dancer. Thank you for rapping my lines and doing justice to our song.’

...

BEAUTIFUL DANCER?!

Y/n and the Aespa members were reasonably close to certain SM idols, mainly female idols, due to Y/n, Karina, and Winter being in Got The Beat. One specific idol she never got the chance to interact with was the one who was texting her right now.

‘It’s an honor, sunbaenim. I’m glad it got your approval,’ Y/n sends. She was frantic, not knowing what to say, ‘An honor? Your sound so corny, c’mon.’ Before she could even unsend the message, texting bubbles began to pop up.

Oh dear, she saw it. ‘Y/n-ah. No need to be so formal. Just call me Joohyun-unnie.’

If you thought this couldn’t make it any worse for Y/n, it did. She freaks out and has to do breathing exercises to calm herself down.

‘Okay, unnie! May I ask how you knew about the cover?’

‘Ah, the clips circulated very fast, lol.’

Y/n smiled to herself. She was texting someone she thought was untouchable in the industry. The car stops, and she notices they’re in front of their dorm. “Jimin-ah, wake up, we’re here,” she wakes the younger in a delicate tone.

At another dorm, the older woman lay in bed watching the Psycho cover multiple times. “Unnie, do you have my sweater? The red one?” Irene heard Seulgi’s voice.

“Yeah, it’s in here on my chair!” She hears the dancer’s footsteps, and as Seulgi enters the room, she hears the Psycho clip, catching her attention as well.

“What are you watching?” The younger lay on her paid, peaking at her phone to see the familiar girls. “Y/n and Jimin did a cover of Psycho, even singing to it,” Irene shows her the phone, and Seulgi smiles at the two girls.

“I’m not surprised. They’ve always been excellent,” she stands up and takes her sweater. “That reminds me to text them soon.”

Irene says, “You think I can have Y/n’s number?” Seulgi looks at her leader with suspicious eyes.

“Sure,” Seulgi sends your number to Irene, but before she leaves, she asks the latter, “Can I ask why?”

“I just want to get to know her. Is that so bad?” Irene says as she adds your number to her contacts and in a sarcastic tone, “Right, that’s the reason, unnie.”

Irene rolled her eyes as Seulgi left. She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to get to know you, but Seulgi knew her unnie too well to know that that wasn’t the only reason. Irene thought you were gorgeous, sexy, and very charismatic.

She’d never admit that to her members, though. Maybe she would after she and Y/n establish a bond.

[fruitsofbeingafraid]

is it just me or are a lot of the songs from beyond beyond beyond reqlly reminiscent of old crane wives songs?

most people have made the connection between river rushing and steady steady- this post explains it super well- and most people know that scars is a response to never love an anchor, but i feel like there's more.

higher ground feels like a pretty obvious connection to me: rockslide or sleeping giants. all 3 are about big changes in your life and feeling them coming, and all 3 use avalanche metaphors.

another obvious one in my mind is mad dog and the hand that feeds. both are canine metaphors to describe how much it sucks to be living in our capitalist society. the difference is the hand that feeds is about actively fighting against it and mad dog is about feeling trapped within it.

arcturus beaming and new discovery just feel connected- and thinking more about it, it makes sense. both are about continuing with your life despite being hurt and wondering what's in your future.

i also noticed lines in red clay that are reminiscent of keep you safe. the repeated "take a deep breath and turn to be brave/harvest the fruits of being afraid" really reminds me of the "no amount of waiting will make you, make you brave. no amount of fear will keep you, no amount of fear will keep you safe."

i have less concrete ideas about the rest of these but predator could connect with once and for all. they're both about being stuck in an unhealthy cycle of making the same mistakes.

say it and easier could connect too, but this one feels less solid- the crane wives have a lot of breakup songs. the reason easier sticks out to me as say it's parallel is the first lyric in say it: "did the real me corrupt the fantasy" which links to "if i was someone else, would it be easier".

bitter medicine could be paired with allies and enemies- the lyric "the words i speak are wildfires and weeds, they spread like some awful damn disease" fits right in with the message of bitter medicine- that the singer can't control what they say and doesn't want to hurt people.

HOWEVER. bitter medicine could pair with metaphor for this same reason- they're both about not trusting your own words, and putting up a fake persona to be more likable.

i'm currently undecided on songs for black hole fantasy and time will change you. the moon will sing is what i'm currently considering for black hole fantasy but even then, it's only because both songs compare a lover to a celestial object.

anyway, i did NOT mean for this to turn into an essay. i hope it was somewhat coherent! if you have any insight please share it i would love to talk about this. i may be just a little bit hyperfixated.

[sheenashifts1217]

Pick a Pile No.1

Welcome to my first Pick a Pile :)

This is a collective reading so it may resonate more for some than others. Take what helps you and leave what doesn’t. 💗

If you’d like a personal reading, I currently have a deal in my shop for a free five song channeled playlist with any purchase of an s/o reading. Check my pinned post for more details.😊

What Advice Will Aid Your Shifting Journey

Choose pile 1, 2, or 3

Take a breath and simply pick the one you feel most drawn to.

(Top left pile 1, top right pile 2, bottom pile 3)

Pile 1

Lyrics standing out:

“You b**** ain’t like me

Dance in the breeze

A man with the sleaze

Stop it, get another topic

I got the nerve

And I block it

You’re a brat

Cause I never repeat

Do what I say like Simon

I’m a VIP

Sorry I’m pretty and easy to hate”

Okay pile 1, I SEE YOU GUYS!!! 💅🏼 This pile is short and sweet because you all know what you need, self aware queens. You all know your power, and as you should. For those of you in this pile who really know your power, own it more, step into it, actually practice it.

It feels like you all know what you need to do and you know you can shift, you’re just being lazy. PUT THE WORK IN. But frl, it seems like you guys really just need to set some time aside to focus on shifting and your DR because you know what to do, you just feel too busy. It’s okay to take a breath. Some of you all in this pile may also be rushing yourself. Allow yourself to accept what your experiencing and just let it flow. It’s already yours, you already have all of your desires.

Overall, pile 1, you guys are baddies whether you know it or not. Step into that power, own it, and use it. Make time for yourself and slow down a little. You don’t have to experience everything at the same time, that’s why you have a life, spend it.

Confirmation: 222, 444, Aquarius, ford mustang, hot pink, purple number 4, Elmo?, Sesame Street, Disney, neon green nails

Pile 2

Lyrics standing out:

“Trying to cover up my face

Try and stay calm

Something missing

I think looks wrong

When pretty isn’t pretty enough

What do you do?

I could change up my body and change up my face

You can win the battle

Insecure

Try to ignore it

I don’t know why I even try (I see the starfish position)

Just feel like sh*** over and over again”

Hi pile 2! You guys are giving me 2020 shiftok vibes. A lot of you probably started to practice shifting around 2019/2020 and were fed a lot of misinformation and now you feel like that is stopping you, but it doesn’t have to, let that go. You are in charge of your own reality so take that misinformation and use it as a learning experience. Don’t be discouraged because it was false or didn’t work for you, that’s good because now you’re one step closer to knowing yourself and what does work for you!

You may be a person that is on social media a lot in general or just hyperaware of others lives and you’re comparing yourself to them. STOP IT. Everyone’s experience is their own. When you see someone else’s success or experience, you don’t know what went down before that. Focus on yourself and what is meant for you, will happen. Accept it and take charge of it. You may be one who relies on others success for your own motivation as well, this is your sign to rely on yourself. Connect with your higher self and trust your intuition.

Keep going pile 2! You guys have put in time and energy this far, what’s a little longer? Your efforts are not in vain. You’ve got this. Trust yourself!

Confirmation: tiktok, iPhone, 13, dodge, dodgers, football, Dallas cowboy cheerleaders, red white & blue, Olympics, gymnastics, toe nails, 12

Pile 3

Lyrics standing out:

“Light headed

For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me

And too confused who I should be

In a big old world

We’re so alike

When I cross that line

It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body they stuck me in

Am I pretty enough to lie to you

Let me be the void you fill

I am quantum physics

My witness brings me to existence

So I can be your girlfriend boyfriend”

Hello my lovely pile 3! You all feel trapped either in your bodies or just to this reality in general. You have put shifting to your DR on a pedestal or even a part of you doesn’t want to accept that it’s real because you may not feel worthy. Remind yourself that you are constant, flowing energy.

Some of you have been so focused on “finding yourself”, that instead you have used the 3D to define who you are in the 4D. Make the two align.

Try to focus more on the “what” of shifting, instead of the “how”. Feel those connections and emotions you have in your DR. Maybe focus on one in particular that is important to you. Focus on one DR at a time. You have overwhelmed yourself with the thoughts of wanting to shift and being everywhere at once. Take your time and enjoy your CR as well. Shifting is an act and a journey, it’s real life, so make sure you’re still taking care of yourself.

In summary, you are more than your body. You are your thoughts and emotions and your actions, your love and energy you spread. Own that energy and use it for your benefit. Focus on who you are and what it is you want. Try to have a clear idea of that, then connect to it. Once you feel that connection, that’s it. Congratulations it’s now yours. Forget the 3D and just know it’s already yours.

Confirmation: red, Taylor Swift, (Taylor’s version), reputation, Niall Horan, train, Liam Payn, 2222, lock and key, hearts, stars, moon, “go piss girl”, dress to impress