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[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: maki @sknyuz

req: changmin x reader | in the morning by rocco

summary: because nothing can truly stop you from meeting a cutie, not even your allergies!

genre: college au | cat cafe employee!changmin, strangers to lovers, fluff, (secret) mutual pining :D

warnings: none

wc: 1.8k words

an: when maki sent that detailed request, i could easily picture out the scene, it was amazing... it's so easy to write for a fluffy changmin, my goodness i love him i love him 😟🫶🏼 thank you maki for sending this sweet sweet req <3

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pit-pat-pit-pat…

you were leaning your head on the pole before lifting it off it to look down at your feet. something brushed your legs before you had the chance to hear it coming. after taking off one side of your headphones, you were able to hear it again.

pit-pat-pit-pat…

footsteps. a lost kitten.

“oh, kitty,” you immediately reached down to pet the cat, but froze mid-way before frantically opening your backpack.

you rummaged through your bag for your astelin, even though you knew it was useless to keep searching. having it on hand would have been for nothing anyway since you would need half an hour for the medication to work or else you start-

“ahh-achoo!” you sneezed, realizing you had been crouching down all this time after setting your bag down on the ground.

the kitten’s cute little face was less than 2 feet away from yours.

waking up 20 minutes later bought you more time to sleep after studying late last night, but remembering to take your allergy meds also happened to be at the bottom of your priorities.

“i should have known i forgot something- aah- ah-choo -important today…” you sighed, “i changed my bag because of finals.”

still, you couldn’t resist petting the cat. its collar caught your eye, the pendant in front was dangling along as the kitten walked around. chewy, as engraved, seems to be its name.

“chewy? are you lost? sweetie, how can i help bring you home?” you flipped the pendant revealing a phone number and a name.

ji changmin.

“just wait for a little bit, chewy, okay? we’ll get you back home in no time!” you smiled at the kitten, holding back another sneeze unsuccessfully.

“ready, set, kyu! thank you for calling kitty kyu, how may i help you?” a bright, chirpy voice greets you over the phone. you instantly recognized where chewy may have come from.

“is this ji changmin?”

“yes, that’s me.”

“hello, my name is y/n. are you guys missing a kitten?

“-ah! we’re currently looking for one!” he sounded surprised and relieved at the same time.

“actually i’m nearby- i’m currently at the bus stop at the corner of venice and georgia with chewy- aaah-achoo!” you sneezed on the phone, feeling your eyes water even more now that you’ve picked up the cat in your arms, “i know your cafe, i’ll start walking there.”

“yes, we’re two blocks away from venice street. thank you so much!” he says, making his way to the front of the building to start walking in your direction as well.

the entrance bells rang as he walked out to look out the street, waiting to see you turn the corner. while staying on the call, changmin can hear your sniffles.

“you’re allergic,” he muttered on the phone.

when you reached the cafe’s block, changmin saw you had taken your phone out of your ear, holding chewy on your right and covering your mouth with your left elbow after sneezing for the tenth time.

changmin doesn’t waste any time before running towards you to take the kitten off your hands.

“you really didn’t have to rush and take him all the way here- look you’re having a reaction!”

as a cat lover, you were cursed by the worst allergy possible.

nothing excited you more about your daily commute than passing by to see this cat cafe when you first moved to town for college. you thought about holding one of your study sessions in the cafe with it being so close to your usual bus stop. but, relieving your stress surrounded by the cutest friends would just be replaced by a whole other problem entirely.

so, you’re a regular at kitty kyu—not the kind who comes in, knows all the cats, knows all the staff—but the one who only looks over from a distance.

your hands briefly brushed at the exchange when you looked up to meet changmin.

it’s him.

the cute guy who works at the cat cafe.

you never went in the cafe nor looked long enough to recognize any of the staff, but you did recognize changmin.

you only started noticing him at the start of the school year, walking past the cafe every saturday heading to and back home from campus.

changmin’s cute dimple smile greeted your early days since fall. he opens the cafe in the morning, just before your bus comes, and cleans up to close while you’re on your way home. sometimes you can see him greet all the fur parents who left their cats in the cafe and came back to fetch them at the end of the day.

your favorite part of the cafe was the viewing ledge by the corner of the front window. despite the staff’s best efforts, they can’t stop some of the naughtiest cats from jumping off the highest tower towards the door. that cute guy with the dimples always caught the cats on time—he was strict with them like a doting parent but still treated them with the best care.

it wasn’t long until walking past the cafe to see your crush became part of your weekly routine. to see changmin, who was always somehow around and near the front of the cafe on saturdays.

but now, what better timing is it to meet the stranger you’ve been crushing on for a long time than when you’re uncontrollably sneezing, your nose is itching, and your eyes are watering.

“i-it’s really not a big deal, i wanted to help-” you sniffled, trying to crack a smile in the midst of a fit, “-and i wasn’t too far. chewy was so small and shy, he must have been afraid.”

changmin’s concern remained on his face, towards you or chewy, it wasn’t clear. he held the cat close to his face, petting him affectionately. chewy now looks relieved and comfortable with someone who seemed more familiar.

you looked at both of them so sweetly, trying not to think about who you actually found more adorable.

“you bad boy- running away while we were all busy and now, you’ve made poor y/n all sniffly instead!” he playfully scolded the kitten.

“i’m sorry- all the sneezing might have bothered him,” you pouted, feeling sorry for forgetting your allergy meds again.

“wait- y/n, let me just bring chewy back in. just wait here because i’ll be back, okay?”

changmin waved chewy’s arm goodbye to you before disappearing inside the cafe. you were confused but chose to listen to him and stayed anyway.

after a couple minutes, changmin comes out of the cafe. this time, he’s alone. using a lint roller to get rid of the fur on his clothes, he walks towards you.

“i know getting rid of the fur now doesn’t automatically take care of your allergies, but i shouldn’t make it worse,” he looked apologetic, signaling you to come follow him, “come here- i’ve got something to help you with all that sneezing.”

you asked where you’re heading when he points up. there was a sign for a clinic just above the cafe. you’ve passed by this cafe countless times but never realized there was a vet clinic upstairs.

“they’re closed this afternoon, but don’t worry- i basically own the place,” he winked after successfully putting the door pin to open the entrance of the clinic.

ugh, you’re much cuter up close than through the windows, you thought to yourself.

your blank stare, which was to you an obvious display of your admiration, only alarmed changmin. panicking, he immediately follows-up to explain that his family both owns the clinic and the cat cafe.

“don’t worry, you don’t strike me as the breaking and entering type-”

“oh? what do i seem like to you?”

it took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out changmin was teasing you.

after entering the clinic, you stayed in the lobby while changmin headed directly to the office.

“not allergic to anything?” he asked from the other room, searching through a cabinet, “i mean- besides cats.”

“nope,” you laughed.

“if your reaction is this severe and fast, i’m guessing you do take something for your allergies, yeah?”

“astelin or any over-the-counter antihistamine- i just forgot my spray today,” you say as he comes back with a squeeze bottle on hand.

“the bathroom is on your right. this should help at least for a quick remedy.”

“thank you so much!”

changmin waited until you were finished flushing out your congestion with saline solution. your eyes look better than before and you can breathe freely without sneezing every few seconds.

unfortunately, your makeup is definitely ruined.

silently cursing yourself in the bathroom, you collected yourself after cleaning up. after all, not everyone can check off completing a nasal irrigation upon meeting a boy for the first time on their bingo cards.

“all good?” he asked.

“mhm- so much better,” you smiled, “thank you again.”

“no- thank you!”

you looked at each other before laughing at this silly encounter, sensing you would probably end up thanking each other a couple more times before stopping. changmin makes sure to lock the clinic before he follows you out to send you off.

“bye, changmin. it was nice meeting you and chewy-”

“wait- y/n,” he taps you on the shoulder after you turned around, “chewy could have genuinely gotten lost without your help. i- uhh, i would like to do something- give you something in return?”

“hmm?” you asked, “you helped me with my allergies, trust me, you’ve helped plenty!”

“give us a visit- your drink’s on me!” he blurted out.

you were quiet for a moment.

changmin, who was oblivious to you freaking out inside, regretted what he said right away. he saw how his offer could be seen as insensitive, inviting you over to a cat cafe when you were obviously, severely allergic to cats.

“oh shit- nevermind. that wouldn’t work-”

“-i’ll come!” you immediately said, stopping him from taking back his offer.

changmin waits to hear the rest of your reply, feeling better when he saw you weren’t offended at his thoughtless comment.

he finally figured out where he has seen you before, realizing you’re the one who always walks by and stops to look at the cats every saturday. changmin wondered why you never went in the the cafe, especially if you seemed to love hanging out with the cats.

now, it’s clear why.

“i mean- i would love to visit… of course, once i take my meds, i can manage. enough to hang out by the cafe area at least,” you rambled on, making sure he knows that you were as excited at the thought of coming back.

“great!” he grinned, pulling out his phone, “oh- i was going to give you my number but i guess you have it now.”

you know your cheeks were red from the irritation but you swore they grew even redder because of what he said.

“don’t worry, i’ll have it saved.”

“i’ll see you.”

looking down at your phone, you couldn’t hide your smile. while walking back to the other direction, you felt your phone buzz.

one notification followed after another and another.

hey, it’s changmin.

btw i start my shift at 10 AM on saturdays

see you then :)

[ice-knife]

hide your bloodshot eyes (i think too much)

~1.9k words, bellarook (pre-relationship), hurt/comfort. one thing to know about me is that i love an antivan crow who is scared to navigate sincere interpersonal relationships but tries anyway. title is from “losing streak” by paper planes. spoilers for the act 2 datv quest “the demon’s bargain” since this takes place immediately after it

The dust hasn’t even had a chance to settle after the last demon has been slain before Bellara suggests “Let’s get Hamuel and Yenarel back to camp.”

“Shouldn’t we go after Cyrian first?” Russo asks, startled. It would only make sense to solve this problem first, since it’s reared its head now. They can keep going, and the other Veil Jumpers could find these two soon enough—

Bellara first answers with silence, and coming from her that says plenty before any actual words can. By the time he’s turned to look at her properly, she’s rearranged whatever expression she’d had before into something… not flat, but trying to be. It’s too dark to manage that.

“He’s gone,” she says finally. Then, with a quick breath and a peppier tone, she adds: “C’mon. Let’s signal the others.”

Russo just nods, and he doesn’t say anything about how she had backed away from Cyrian’s outstretched hand. He can’t forget about it, though. Bellara — who grabs the nearest forearm for emphasis when explaining something exciting, who had hugged Neve after she returned from Minrathous — had recoiled from her little brother’s offer of touch.

He thinks to check in to see how she’s feeling, now that the worst is over. It’s only when he tries to think of what to say, though, that he realizes he doesn’t know where to even start.

Instead, he offers to help set up the signal flare.

⁂

“We need to stop him. No matter what.”

It isn’t an easy conversation for anyone involved. Cyrian was supposed to be dead, and all of the Veil Jumpers who’d known about him had believed that he was. But since he’s apparently alive and working for a Forgotten One, the conversation must be had. Strife is, Russo thinks, trying to be gentle as he talks about what needs to be done, but there’s no doubt in his voice.

“I know, Strife, but…” Bellara still leaves uncertain space around her words, even as she lifts her chin to speak. “I can get through to him. I know I can.”

Irelin voices the thought that had crossed Russo’s mind immediately: “And… if you can’t?”

Bellara’s expression falls, and her gaze goes down with it. At first, Russo thinks she’s gathering her thoughts before answering. As the silence goes on a little longer, he assumes she’s gathering her strength instead. It wouldn’t be surprising.

But then, she finally lifts her eyes again. She looks to him, not to Irelin or even to Strife. There’s strain written all across her face, from the thin line of her lips to the crease between her eyebrows where they’re trying to knit together. His stomach drops as though the earth has started to crumble away under his feet.

“Right,” he says, then realizes that he’s said it. He looks toward the other two and gives a quick nod. “Come on. We should head back to the Lighthouse.”

It isn’t a graceful exit, but it’s a necessary one. Neither of the other Veil Jumpers argue, and Russo turns to follow Bellara, who’d started marching toward the Eluvian as soon as he’d suggested returning.

They don’t say anything during the trip back, as short as the trip from Arlathan Forest to the Lighthouse is. By virtue of her quick pace, Bellara leads the way forward, and Russo isn’t about to ask her to slow down. He wouldn’t know what to say to her even if he could ask, and that’s assuming she would listen.

Something aches between his ribs, the pain present since he realized he didn’t know what to say to comfort her.

Comfort, in his experience, is hard to come by. He’s long since taught himself how to get by with a brave face and a focus on other things. That doesn’t mean, though, that he can’t recognize that Bellara is clearly trying to keep herself together in the wake of so much earth-shattering news. She needs comfort right now. He can’t just leave her to deal with this alone.

She disappears into the Eluvian to return to the Lighthouse while he’s still thinking. Losing sight of her makes that ache throb, and he picks his pace up into a run.

She’s kept her purposeful stride, which means she’s halfway out of the chamber by the time Russo catches up. “Bellara, wait,” he calls as soon as he sees her again, hoping to get her attention even if she doesn’t stop.

But then, she does. She doesn’t turn to face him, but she does stop walking. He slows to a stop just one pace behind her, but his heart keeps going as though in a dead sprint.

“…Bellara,” he repeats. “I’m… I…” Try as he might, he can’t find the words to follow up.

But he could put a hand on her shoulder. Would she appreciate that, when she’d backed away from Cyrian’s hand?

“C… Can I…?” The words still aren’t coming, so he tries anyway. He reaches his hand out to rest on the back of her upper arm. It would be easy for her to shrug him away if she didn’t want him there. The warmth of her skin seeps through her shirt and his thin glove.

She moves suddenly, and he takes his hand back. Surprisingly, he realizes he can see her face; she’s looking up at him again, her eyes glittering and her chin wobbling dangerously from the intense curve of her frown—

He has just long enough to register her expression before it’s been hidden in his shoulder, and her arms are wrapped around his ribs.

Stunned, he stands rigidly in place as he takes stock of what’s happened. Not only had Bellara not actually shrugged his touch away, but now she was pressed against him with her whole body. Her hands had curled into fists and found purchase on his cape, and she’s holding onto him as though letting go would mean drifting away. It doesn’t quite make sense. Not, at least, until a keening sob escapes her, and she buries her face further into his shoulder.

He realizes, then, that his heart is still pounding.

He realizes as well, shortly afterward, that Bellara is trembling a little against him.

With a shuddering exhale — had he been holding his breath? — he’s able to command his limbs again, and he wraps her in a hug of his own, arms securely around her shoulders. She makes another little noise as he does, a gasp in between sobs, but she doesn’t try to move away at all. Instead, she burrows against him even closer. Encouraged, he closes his eyes and bows his head a little, resting it against hers.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

She says something that’s probably meant to be an answer, but it’s lost in the fabric of his cape. No matter. He tightens his grip in a squeeze for a moment before giving slack again, to reaffirm for her that his words were true.

Somehow she starts crying harder in response, which sends a bolt of panic through him. He doesn’t have the benefit of practice to know whether or not this is a bad sign, or if there’s anything he isn’t doing that he should be doing. However, she doesn’t let him go even as she weeps, and so he holds on just as she does.

“…‘Msorry,” she mumbles after some time.

“Hey,” he answers, his voice gentle. “It’s all right.”

“I-I know you… don’t like to touch…”

It’s true, and he knows she knows that. He also knows she’s prone to forgetting things, although she’s been consistent about asking for permission before touching him, ordinarily. More than that, though, he knows this — her dead brother appearing in the flesh to tell her he’s been killing her fellow Veil Jumpers under the orders of a Forgotten One — is far an ordinary circumstance.

“It’s all right,” he repeats. “You’re all right. I… I think you need this.”

Bellara sniffles, then nods against his shoulder. “Yeah…” Her voice catches on the single syllable, and another sob follows it.

“I’m here,” he swears.

That must be the right thing to say, because even as she hides her face once more, he can feel the tension in her shoulders ebb away little by little. He keeps her close, as close as she needs, as her crying becomes more and more quiet.

Time always feels a little strange in proximity of the Eluvian. He could have already been holding her for a few minutes or a few hours, or even a few days, and he wouldn’t know the difference. As long as she’s solid in his arms like this, he doesn’t think it matters too much.

By a certain point, she’s stopped trembling but still hasn’t let go. Russo starts to wonder if she’s now just crying silently. Hoping to help without rushing her, he shifts his weight slowly from one foot to the other, bringing her with him as he moves. She leans into him more, he notices, as he starts to sway like this.

“Feeling any better?” he asks, a little cautiously still.

“A little.” He hadn’t been expecting her voice to sound as clear as it does — she isn’t back to normal yet, and he wouldn’t expect her to be, but her tears must have stopped.

He stops swaying and lifts his head away from hers, and she lifts her head out of his shoulder as well. The red in and around her eyes brings the ache he’d felt earlier to the fore once again. When he looks at the rest of her face, though, despite the tear tracks across her face and the texture of his cape imprinted onto her cheek, he finds a soft smile. Soft and, most importantly, free from the effort of trying to hold herself together.

“You look better.”

“Pfff.” He hadn’t meant the remark as a joke, but he doesn’t stop her from laughing. “No, I don’t,” she continues. “I’m sure I look like a mess. O-Oh, no, I just cried all over you…”

Ah. She’s already three emotions ahead of him again. “Bellara, it’s all right,” he assures. “Like I said, you needed this. I really don’t mind.”

She opens her mouth like she’s about to correct him, but something seems to make her second-guess that approach. Instead, she blinks, and then that soft smile returns. “Okay. …Thanks, Rook. I really, really did. Need this, I mean.”

“I’m glad I could help.” He finds himself smiling, too, the feeling comfortable in his cheeks.

He feels her grip on his cape loosen; taking this as a cue, he finally lets go of the hug. Almost immediately her absence leaves him feeling cooler, the emptiness of the space she no longer occupies now a tangible thing. She doesn’t stray far just yet, and she first wipes at her face with her hands, then puts her hands behind her back, the way she does when she’s thinking.

“Do you… Do you want some tea?” she asks. “I should probably have something to drink, after all of that. We could ask Manfred to make some. I bet he’d like to.”

Oh. She doesn’t want to part ways just yet. “Sure. Tea sounds really good.”

He’s ready to follow her out to the courtyard, but she falls into step beside him. The flapping bird of his heart finally calms as they walk out of the chamber together.

[cuppasunu]

that one hyunjae fic idea that has been stuck in my mind for years.

immortal!hyunjae cursed to meet his beloved in every lifetime, in exchange for her painful demise. this time, he's determined to save her life by avoiding her at all costs. but in a twisted work of fate, they're brought back to each other... time and time again.

Every writer has that one story that they don't even intend to write down anymore, but that is forever stuck in their brain.

[cookiekissers]

Elder Faerie Cookie NSFT Please?

🔥🔞 [Elder Faerie Cookie x Reader NSFT]

[oneshot]

Notes: Non-Faerie Reader, Deep-throating

It was the happiest night of your life. Or rather, the happiest night of your life was days ago and had stretched out into the following week as the whole Faerie Kingdom continued to celebrate you and Elder Faerie Cookie's wedding.

It was a bit difficult to get away from the crowd of Faerie subjects offering wedding gifts and congratulations to have alone time with your new husband. But you managed to find a little time to consummate your marriage in between parties.

The Faerie King's wings fluttered, and they shimmered as they caught the faint rays of moonlight. You kept a hand firmly over your mouth to contain your moans as Elder Faerie Cookie smirked down at your flushed face.

Hidden away deep in a quiet, special place in the castle's garden where Elder Faerie Cookie had proposed to you, you were perched on the cold edge of a silver bench inside the pavilion as he thrust his fingers vigorously inside your slick hole.

"I'm sorry, my love. I promise I will take care of you properly when we're on our honeymoon." Elder Faerie Cookie said softly. Stars flashed in your vision, and your head was spinning as your husband finger fucked you until you were a dumb mess. You couldn't utter a single word. You nodded your head dimly in agreement. With each swift thrust of his fingers, he curled them gently and grinded against your g-spot. Your legs shook and twitched. You couldn't control yourself with the pleasure coursing through your body like electricity. If this wasn't Elder Faerie Cookie's idea of "proper," you couldn't imagine the kind of pleasures you would indulge in together when on your honeymoon.

Despite Elder Faerie insisting on finger-blasting you until you were a drooling mess, you wanted to be a good spouse and pleasure your loving husband equally. You bit your lip to keep the cries of pleasure locked in your throat and began to stroke Elder Faerie's hard cock that had been only mere inches away, teasing you. Your husband's breath hitched slightly, and his ministrations slowed somewhat. His face flushed, and his breathing grew heavy.

"Dearest…" Elder Faerie whispered. His soaked fingers quickened to match the rhythm of your strokes. You squeezed his thick length as your hand moved up and down his shaft. Elder Faerie Cookie shivered, and a groan escaped his lips. His large beautiful wings fluttered. He captured your lips in a heated, desperate kiss. From the way Elder Faerie bucked his twitching cock into your hand, you could tell he wanted to do so much more with you than just tease each other endlessly.

Your inner walls squeezed Elder Faerie's fingers desperately, longing for that sweet release you were chasing. Your husband pulled away, his hot breath fanning your face, and a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Your body flashed hot as an unquenchable desire surged through you.

"M-My King, I'm close!" You moaned. You could tell from the throbbing of his cock that your husband was close as well. Elder Faerie Cookie gripped your hair and pulled your head forward, shoving his sweaty cock into your mouth. You sucked greedily on his dick, savouring his taste, and moaned around him as he began pounding into your mouth. A warm sensation pooled between your legs, and your thighs clenched tightly as Elder Faerie's fingers thrust faster into your tight hole. An intense wave of pleasure rolled over you, and your legs trembled violently. Elder Faerie cried out sharply as he stuffed his cock down your throat and came hard. You swallowed eagerly, relishing every last drop of his warm seed that slid down your throat. Elder Faerie Cookie slowly withdrew, his eyes searching your dazed expression as drool and cum dribbling down your chin. You swallowed a final time, still tasting the saltiness on your lips, and smiled up at your husband.

Elder Faerie Cookie straddled your lap and sweetly began to kiss your neck and shoulder. You happily embraced him, your body still tingling.

"Sorry, my love, I got carried away. Are you alright?" He asked softly. You nodded and kissed his neck back lovingly. He could feel your smile against his dough and sighed contently.

"You have nothing to be sorry for~" You cooed. You gently rubbed his slender yet muscular back.

"Perhaps we should cut the wedding party short." Elder Faerie Cookie mused. "I feel I won't be able to persevere until our honeymoon." He said quietly, giving the sensitive dough on your neck a nibble.

You pulled away gently and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"Then… how about we sneak away together without anyone noticing, hmm?" You teased playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Let's get a head start on our honeymoon~" You suggested.

Elder Faerie Cookie's lips curled into a smirk.

[cuppasunu]

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[dr3amfuld6ys]

Staring at the night sky blankly, you wonder.. 'how did I get here?' seemingly enough, at the end of the forest there's a cabin.. that cabin seems to have a heavy atmosphere around it. Wasn't that odd ?

You had to walk there, after all you didn't have shelter do you ? Soon enough, you arrived . But it was guarded by planks, and a random man with a builder hat on . The man inspected you, as soon he's done you got in .

Your hand reached around the handle of the door, should you even do it? Reluctantly you gave up and opened the door. finding yourself with Multiple people in the cabin. They seemed to look like.. traumatized? Horrified? Nervous?

You noticed another one, someone with fedora and shades looking like he's stepping out of a 90s movie.. and he seems quite charming so that totals to..

Nepo baby.

Anyways gang how are we feeling about the new chapter of kurarin!reader

[hatedbyiife]

Finally posting the first chapter of my jayvik fic that’s been stewing around in my brain for a while lol

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: tags will be updated as fic goes on, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe, zaun is recognized by piltover, Caitlyn and Jayce are Like Siblings (League of Legends), timebomb and caitvi are side pairings but they do show up a lot, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), zaundads are here but have very minor roles Summary:

When Jayce wakes up in a different world, he has one objective in mind: find Viktor.

But when he does find Viktor, something doesn't seem quite right. The way he takes his coffee, the way he twitches his nose... All such insignificant differences, and yet Jayce can't stop noticing them.

His mission hasn't quite changed, but there's a little adjustment to it.

Find his Viktor.

[kururu418]

Callyieverse Fic: Dance Of The Divine

At a party Typhon is throwing, Basteta makes an appearance and puts on a fiery show for all present.

Commission for @onelastfic

[lost-coder]

Kuch baate ansuni aur kuch ankahi rehjati hai

Kuch dil mai dard toh kuch na jine ki wajah de jati hai

[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: sophie @carrotsworld

req: hyunjae x reader | soft spot by keshi

summary: maybe love is sweeter the second time around

genre: when life give you tangerines au | fluff, established relationship, inspired by the kdrama!

warnings: none

wc: 1.5k words

an: as sophie and i fangirled over imagining hyunjae as chungseob from when life give you tangerines thus this request was born :) i could not deal with the sweetness while writing this my goodness when will it be my turn :( by the way, you don't need to know the drama to enjoy the drabble <3

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy | taglist

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hyunjae only sleeps over the night before your days off that he became synonymous with slow mornings and sleeping in.

deep breath, in and out. you tried matching your breathing but end up falling back to sleep at the comfort of his light snoring. though, you’ve given up insisting he does, hyunjae continues to insist he does not.

you think it’s cute. after all, it’s not his fault that you’re a light sleeper.

now, you’re wide awake after the sun has fully risen, squeezing his arm laid across your waist and looking over to see if he was awake. nothing compares to waking up and staring at his cute, peaceful face.

“please don’t wake up…” you whispered silently as you shifted your body to face him.

hyunjae stayed deep in slumber—exhausted from waiting outside your office late last night. knowing him, he was probably stuck inside his studio planning his next painting or preparing for his classes at the academy next week, patiently waiting for you.

he’s not one to make you feel guilty about getting off work at some ungodly hour, in fact, you don’t remember ever walking home alone when he’s around ever since you met him.

even before you were together. before you even knew he was the one.

your fingers trail over his forearm, gently lifting and twisting it to make his palms face the ceiling. a smile crept in his lips, one that you fail to see. hyunjae stayed silent. he wouldn’t dare ask for more hours to sleep if it meant waking up to your touch.

“how does paint even get here?” you asked, staring at the spot he missed just above his elbow.

turning your eyes to his shirt, you see old stains have become one with the fabric. seeing them reminded you of the time hyunjae finally learned to separate his painting and regular clothes when doing his laundry after accidentally ruining a brand new button-up shirt you bought him as a gift.

your hand moves to trace the unrecognizable shapes of paint on his shirt, feeling up his chest. you can sense his breathing change, now erratic and fast compared to his constant and slow ones earlier.

when your movement comes to a halt, hyunjae knew he was caught pretending to be asleep.

“sir- your eyes may be closed but you can’t hide that smirk from me,” you called him out, sitting up to taunt him.

“excuse me, you’re the one feeling up a sleeping man-” hyunjae bolted up, mirroring your defense.

“-i barely touched you and you’re still very much clothed..” you winked at him, aware of how your charms wielded power over the man.

hyunjae moved his arm and clutched your hand, the one hovering over his chest, and acts like he had been shot in the heart. he opened one eye to sneak a glance at your reaction, pleased to see you giggling. it was proof that his silliness somehow always works on you even in the early mornings.

he lays back in bed, gently pulling you in, still holding your hand close. he opens your palm and rests it on his cheek.

“i’m sorry we had to miss that reservation. i really couldn’t get out of that meeting…” you frowned.

“yes, you already told me over the phone. something about an important investor-”

“i told you not to wait for me,” you pouted, melting at how tired his eyes looked in the sunlight, “i know you’ll be waiting here anyway- why didn’t you just nap after leaving the studio.”

“i wasn’t sure it was going to rain. ‘had to make sure you didn’t walk alone,” hyunjae smiled into your hand.

when he saw your guilt was written all over your face, hyunjae opened his eyes, wider this time. you tried to avoid his stare but before you moved your face, he reached over to hold you, just firm enough to tell you not to look away.

“still, i’m sorry.”

blushing, you knew exactly what he’s about to say—having gone through this exact conversation every time you apologized.

“i know, but i wanted to wait.”

i wanted to wait.

of course, he did. no one could compare to hyunjae when it comes to waiting.

hyunjae, the one who spent years admiring you from afar, with stirred emotions and intrigue shown in the most subtle ways while your gaze never left the man you thought you were going to marry.

sometimes, when you’re reminded of those years, you suddenly grow quiet in the middle of the conversation.

he waited so patiently that the loss of time continues to haunt you, even if you’re in his arms now. hyunjae watches as your expression shifts, ever so slightly, wondering what was running on your mind.

you nodded, snuggling further into the crook of his neck. your breath tickled his skin as he deepened the embrace, a gesture so fluid, reminiscent of two perfectly matching puzzle pieces.

i love the way you smell, you thought.

hyunjae rubs your back and laughs at the same time, amused by the way you did not care if he realized you were inhaling his scent. he didn’t want to make it awkward by asking what you were thinking about. it didn’t stop him from being curious anyway.

“did you…ever regret waiting for that long?” your voice was muffled, but hyunjae heard you loud and clear.

you waited for a couple seconds before breaking away to look at him in the eyes. when he finally caught your gaze, he silently relays his message through that longing stare. at that exact moment, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of your concern.

hyunjae never regretted waiting for you for as long as he did.

“we could turn back time and i promise you, i would do it all over again,” he smiled then kissed you on the forehead.

“even run for a few more bus stops?”

“i mean, i did it twice,” he chuckled.

you playfully punched his chest, trying to mask your embarrassment, “i still can’t believe that...”

“that i ran after your bus?” he tilted his head.

“-that you were still thinking of me after all those years.”

when hyunjae disappeared leaving you with nothing but a few memories and a single portrait hidden behind a curtain, you were left with a void you couldn’t justify.

still determined to make a laborious union work against all odds, you were sad most of the time. looking back, you stopped checking if it was solely because of your failed engagement, scared to admit that, sometimes, your mind drifted to that shy, quiet, and cold artist whenever you walked that alley back home.

it would be hard to explain that once in a while, when you’re scanning each face in a sea of people in a large crowd, a tiny piece of your heart wishes hyunjae would be one of them.

as time passed, that tiny piece grew slowly, steadily, quietly.

you were beyond grateful to have met hyunjae again at the time that you did. healed from your deep rooted wounds with regained strength to keep going.

you had a clearer picture of what you wanted in other aspects of your life beyond love, now having the confidence to run for your dreams knowing you could be held back from that chance if you had chosen otherwise.

but, a voice inside your head loves to spoil the fun, wanting to ask hyunjae if he were given a chance, would he have fought for you sooner.

“well, of course i could spend forever wishing i had run to you sooner- to be with you sooner. but every time i think about those years, i realized i needed to wait as much as you did. you had to close a long important chapter of your life, and i… i had to prepare before i was ready to open mine.”

“prepare? what do you mean?”

“before you, i had no direction in life. you met me when i believed relationships and marriage was just the natural next step to a man’s life. i settled with a job out of necessity, put up with something i wasn’t happy with instead of improving myself. i lived one day after another, thinking there was no point thinking about the future if it wasn’t guaranteed to come.”

hyunjae now looks at those versions of himself with a certain tinge of fondness. although they were from a period of his life he didn’t wish to revisit, they were important nonetheless.

“but y/n- you were just a burst of energy i didn’t see coming. you’re intelligent, driven, hilarious, beautiful, ambitious. you were unstoppable. you’re still unstoppable. i realized pretty quickly that if i couldn’t consider myself worthy enough to pursue someone as wonderful as you, i don’t even deserve to try.”

now, his growth from a cold and curt pessimist to a brighter, more passionate version of himself was a display of every good thing that came into his life—qualities he was convinced were brought out by you.

you kissed him, eternally convinced choosing him was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“then, i’ll wait until you believe that you’ve done more than enough.”

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Eyes :-

They are poetically known as the gateway to soul , I quite didn't believe it until mine met yours... It was a moment of ecstasy... Time stood still it was as if I am lost in a never-ending ocean of whirls. I was drowning and for the first time I didn't wanted to find shore , I wanted to drown in them until the end of time.... So it was true, what the poets said was true I don't know if this is the place called love but if it is I never want to leave... And when I looked in those marvellous eyes which were a gateway to his soul I wondered what they would be like when he'll be in love....

-K.Y 💗

PS- yet again a short excerpt Ik it's cringe

[cookiekissers]

Genuinely and desperately ask for Crunchy Chip cookie x male reader! Crunchy Chip always puts up a front of not wanting/caring for sweet stuff but deep down loves it. Imagine him like that but with people, he acts tough around others but completely melts when he's around reader. Thank you for existing and doing the Lord's work 🙏 lmao

[Crunchy Chip x Male Reader]

I haven't written or posted that much yet, but thank you!! It's an honour <3

Crunchy Chip Cookie works diligently to keep up his image as a hardened warrior. But like the sweets he pretends to despise, he can barely hide his feelings around you, Y/N Cookie. If he had a tail, it would be wagging whenever he sees you! He can't help it!

Around others, he acts like his usual prideful self, but as soon as he spots you, he gets quiet and flustered. Crunchy Chip believes he's good at concealing his feelings for you, but it's apparent to everyone what's really going on. Even if you're the oblivious type, you'll eventually notice because it's so obvious. Crunchy Chip isn't exactly subtle. But this only makes him all the more charming!

If you pretend you haven't caught on to his feelings yet, and decide to start teasing him, it will make him melt. He tries hard to deny the intense feelings you "inflict" on him, how his heart pounds when you get a little too close to him and tease him, and how you have all but taken over his thoughts. He constantly scolds himself for how mushy he's acting! You have turned him into a lovestruck puppy and he hates it. Acting this way is unbecoming of a great Dark Cacao warrior! Yet… ask a favour of him or call for him and he will run to you without hesitation.

If you're waiting for Crunchy Chip Cookie to make the first move you will have to wait for a while, so you will probably have to take initiative on this one. But once you two do get together officially, expect to see his softer side much more often. He only does this in private and around you. No one else gets to see Crunchy Chip like this but you. <3

It's a little different in private. When you're alone with him, he relaxes a little bit, but not by much. His code of pride and rigorous discipline has been drilled into his head, so its a tough habit to break. If you gently remind him that he does deserve to relax a little and have care and softness, he will indulge somewhat guiltily. But he is still afraid of being "caught in the act," so his relaxation with you will be restrained. But afterwards, he will dream of it. Being in your arms, having you stroke his hair lovingly while he rests in your lap. Crunchy Chip will wake up in his tent amidst the snow on a frozen mountain and daydream about looking up at your handsome face and yearn to experience such tenderness and warmth again.

But don't try to bring up your affectionate sessions in public, Crunchy Chip will panic and try to play dumb and pretend that it didn't happen. It's not that he didn't enjoy being with you! Honestly, the guy is yearning and pining so hard he thinks he's physically ill.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Agar main mar gyi achanak kisi shanivaar ki shaam ko Kya tum aaoge meri kabr pe Gulaabon ka guldasta le kar Kya aayega tumhe rona Meri maut ka sun kar Kya hoga tumhe pachtawa Humari uss aakhri baat par Agar main mar gyi achanak kisi shanivaar ki shaam ko kya tum aaoge meri kabr pe Apni saari anaa bhula kar~

[jjangsonal]

[250517 큐의 일기 I | allday project] omgomgomg!! i COMPLETELY forgot to yap away ab adp's "famous" that dropped yesterday! honestly it has been stuck in my head for a while now.. don't you try me i want some more.. don't you play me, we on the floor.. don't u try me i want some more! we aint even famous?!! thoughts : ㅡ youngseo's voice at the start were HEAVENLY i felt like i was ascending when i was listening to that for the first time ㅡ annie's voice.. 😵‍💫 SHES SO FINEE i love her vocal tone!! i'm so happy she didn't disappoint!! she was also sososo cool like?? she proved why she deserves to be in the group right then and there ㅡ can we talk about miss bailey sok?? girl that dance break at the end LITERALLY KILLED MEE i need her so bad haha what who said that.. omg. ㅡ woochan's rap is absolutely FIRE!! (he was bias wrecking me ngl) woochan and youngseo are really hybe's biggest lost.. ㅡ also also!! youngseo's parts r def my fav.. know u lookin when i dance?? take a quick pic for ur friend??!! 내 이름 알아둬?!?!?! ㅡ i love love loveee and adore the m/v's visuals!! mwah to everyone who was involved in the concept making because.. wow this will be the only time im thanking u teddy ㅡ and the choreo??! literally CHEFS KISS! its so satisfying esp that hand choreo (i keep rewatching this reel its honestly unhealthy)

word barf incoming or wtv.. is that the name?? not sure.. but anyways i'm so happy and proud to see youngseo finally debuting! she is absolutely killing it rn and im so excited to see content from her and STAGES.. and PHOTOCARDS!! holy shit as a chesom since runext im literally giggling and kicking my feet while writing this i NEED to get my hands on an adp album.. fingers crossed i get youngseo when i do in the future! (not like i mind getting the others, but i'd be so happy!!) immediately putting this song in every playlist once its officially released.. ITS SO GOOD!

literally loving this group already.. i hope they become big!! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

[hyungseos-cafe]

don't have fluffy kev fics to send u rn (i need to write more omg) but here are some pictures to cheer you up love <3

i hope you feel better!!!! ♡

thank you kyu 🥺 i’m sorry for getting to this late. idk if you knew but thats one of my fav kevin pictures 😭

i hope to feel better?? it’s been a time trying to figure things out.

i hope you’ve been well kyu!

[hatedbyiife]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Conclave (2024) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Lawrence & Raymond O'Malley (Conclave), Vincent Benítez & Thomas Lawrence (Conclave), Aldo Bellini & Thomas Lawrence (Conclave) Characters: Aldo Bellini (Conclave), Thomas Lawrence (Conclave), Vincent Benítez (Conclave), Raymond O'Malley (Conclave) Additional Tags: Sickfic, this affects nothing but vincent is mexican-filipino here, Filipino Vincent Benítez (Conclave), vincent benitez cooks Summary:

Thomas comes down with a cold, and Ray and Aldo try to get him to actually get help. Vincent may know just how to break through his barrier.