#୨୧ challenge prompts

[luvecupid-moved]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎃 * COOKIE RUN EDITING CHALLENGE

I wanted 2 make a editing challenge for myself to help with motivation and for fun, not sure if anyone will participate but you're free to, make sure you tag me! Anyway info below nd feel free 2 skip days nd etc ^__^

Day one ★

Favorite common cookie(s)

Day two ☆

Favorite rare cookie(s)

Day three ★

Favorite epic cookie(s)

Day four ☆

Favorite super epic cookie(s)

Day five ★

Favorite legendary cookie(s)

Day six ☆

Favorite ancient cookie(s)

Day seven ★

Your current team

Day eight ☆

Favorite costume(s)

Day nine ★

Strongest cookie(s)

Day ten ☆

Favorite cookie(s) or a free day!! ^__^

[thejakeslayla]

╰─▸ ❝ warm tea ❞ - ,, nishimura riki

pairing bf!niki x gn!reader ୨୧ genre fluff, non idol au ୨୧ wc 1k

req; prompt 1 (kiss on the side of the head); prompt 6 (teasing e/o); dialouge 32 (have i told you i love you today?)

you sat on the floor with your legs crossed, your back against the sofa, as that was a more comfortable position than sitting on the sofa for some reason.

you were casually scrolling through your phone, giving likes to some pictures and chuckling at cat memes, when niki arrived with two cups of tea. he settled down beside you, gently setting the cups on your coffee table. shortly after, he leaned over your shoulder to peer at your phone screen.

it never really bothered you because niki was always so curious; wanting to see what you were laughing at. both of you shared a chuckle while watching a video that suddenly appeared on your screen.

niki glanced at you while you were too focused on rewatching the video, completely unaware of his gaze. he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on your temple before quickly taking your phone away.

you glanced at him with surprise but remained silent, your gaze fixed on him with a confused expression, and perhaps a hint of flusterment due to his sudden affection. he smiled at you, noting the subtle pinkness that tinged your cheeks. his warm smile only added to your flustered state.

"oh, getting all shy now, huh?” he teased, and you playfully nudged his shoulder.

"shut up, i’ll destroy you for that," you responded, gripping the controller in your hands. "come on, you scared now?" you teased in return.

niki chuckled at your playful threat and accepted the challenge. the two of you were well-known competitors when it came to video games, and the gaming console sat eagerly waiting for your attention. he grabbed his controller. as the game started, the room filled with the sounds of button mashing and playful banter.

at some point, niki leaned over and whispered in your ear, "you're pretty good at this."

his gentle and soft-spoken words caused your stomach to drop, and your cheeks turned completely red. without even realizing it, your body instinctively shifted away from his as you slowly rose, coming to the painful realization that you had just lost the match.

"niki! this is not fair! you distracted me!"

niki couldn't help but burst into laughter at your protest. "hey, you're the one who got all flustered," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "but don't worry, i'll let you have a rematch. just don’t get distracted, huh?"

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "oh, you're on!" with determination in your voice, you picked up the controller again, ready for another round. "no whispering this time, no nothing! i'll actually strangle you if you do anything!"

the rematch was just as intense as the first, and the room once again filled with the sounds of rapid button presses and competitive banter. this time, you were more focused, determined to win against your boyfriend.

after what felt like an eternity of intense gameplay, you managed to pull off a brilliant move, catching niki off guard.

“ha! suck it loser!” you exclaimed, throwing your controller down and doing a little victory dance in your seat.

niki chuckled, as he looked at your little dance "alright, alright, you won because i allowed you to, going easy on you has become a habit for me by now.'" he then leaned in closer, his warm smile returning. "i must admit, your gaming skills are impressive. but you know, i think i prefer it when you get all shy and flustered."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "smooth talker, aren't you?"

niki grinned, his eyes locking onto yours as he leaned in even closer. "only for you," he whispered, his voice a soft, murmur that sent shivers down your spine. soon after he closed the distance, capturing your lips with a soft, tender kiss. it was a sweet and lingering moment that spoke volumes without any words.

as you pulled away from the kiss, you couldn't help but smile at him. "you know, you can distract me like that any time you want," you admitted, your voice soft and filled with affection.

niki grinned, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "i'll keep that in mind," he replied, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your hand.

“here, have your winner’s tea,” niki spoke again, grabbing the cup and passing it to you. you wrapped your fingers around it, enjoying the comfortable warmth. as niki grabbed his cup, he leaned closer to you, your shoulders touching.

the room was quiet, and both of you were enjoying your teas. after a while, you gently placed your cup on the table and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. niki followed you and now was trying to move as little as possible, as he reached for the blanket. he covered both of you and rested his head on top of yours.

“have i told you i love you today?” he whispered, his words forcing you to open your eyes.

“what?”

he raised his head and you followed, looking into his eyes now. his gaze was soft, almost gentle and full with love followed with small smile on his lips. “i love nights like these,” he paused for a few seconds.

“i love you, y/n.” his smile grew wider. you couldn’t help but smile back.

“i love you as well,” you said, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.”

as the night grew darker, you found yourselves wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa, cuddled close together. the tv played a movie in the background, but you were more interested in the conversations and each other's warmth. and as you both settled into the peaceful embrace of each other's arms, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, in a love that was as warm and comforting as the tea you had shared earlier.

requests: open; prompt list

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[surferblues]

hi livy! congrats on 500💘 so honored to be mutuals i literally adore your writing! may i humbly request prompt ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ with Austin? so excited to read 🫶🏼

careless whispers ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairings austin butler x fem!reader

warnings 18+ only, minors dni, smut, choking, degrading kink, oral (m), and obviously sexual themes (duhhh) SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG THIS WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS 😭🫣

you and austin weren't anything to each other, well, at least not romantically. to put it lightly, you were friends who messed around.

friends who messed around in secret, because, god forbid anyone knew about this dirty friends with benefits situation you and austin agreed to.

it was always the same little game. you and austin would be out with all your friends and he'd suddenly slip his rough hands under the table to rub your thigh.

causing you to slap his hand away, even though your crimson red cheeks undeniably gave you away.

but that's what he liked about the whole situation - he loved how you got flustered and soft with every single touch.

He had you completely wrapped around his finger.

the room was fairly dark, the only source of light being the luminescent neon colors from screens and led lights - but aside from that, no one at this party would see what Austin was up to.

he knew not to be too bold, anyone in here would kill for a chance to expose something so scandalous - "costars who fuck on the low!"

pfft, what a flashy headline.

the only people aware of this sudden dynamic between you and Austin were your castmates and closest friends, aside from that - your's and Austin's publicists have been working their asses off.

Austin had been slyly making his way across the room, letting out small thanks and smiles as a-listers praised his acting in elvis. although his current destination had been far more important.

you were in the corner of the room, a small smile on your pink lips and a teasing glimmer in your soft eyes. your finger tips twirling with your locks of hair as you let out fake laughter.

you were oblivious to Austin's watchful eye, you were too busy giggling at the brunette beauty who was horribly attempting to flirt.

Austin watched every movement you've made since that wannabe a-lister walked over to you. jealousy was running through his veins as that guy leaned towards you, whispering in your ear - he was too close to you.

maybe this was how you ended up in this current situation. your knees on the cold tile floor, your tongue toying with austin's thumb as he looked down at you.

"your mouth is better for so many other things than talking." Austin's tone was as rough as his grip that his cold hand had as he gripped your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” You challenged, inviting him to take what he needed.

"you're just begging to be punished, aren't you ?" He cooed as you looked up at him through your long lashes, nodding.

Austin reached  down and pulled at his pants to release his hardness, and brought a hand to the back of your head, ever so roughly pushing you towards it.

"c'mon, slut, don't be shy." he husked, gripping a handful of your hair and pulling it nearly out of your scalp as he positioned your lips to be on his hard dick.

Your tongue came out, to lick and tease his tip, your eyes never leaving his. A smirk of satisfaction spread on your lips as his head threw back and incoherent curses slipped from his lips.

Austin hissed at the contact, He grabbed himself at the base, rubbing the head of his cock in a circle on your lips before lifting his hips to enter. 

“you shouldn't get so jealous." you remarked, moving your wet tongue against his member. He then eased his cock into your mouth. You couldn't't help but to let out a cry of pleasure as his hard laid heavy on your tongue . Meanwhile, he groans at the feeling of your warm wet walls surrounding his cock. He could never get enough of how you felt around him.

your hands flew to his hips for support, while his back hit the hard wall behind him for support.

Austin let out breathless chuckles in disbelief, his tongue poking at the side of his cheek as he watched you with a focused sense.

"you shouldn't have been talking to him." he said sternly in between thrust in your mouth, and breathy whimpers. you were about to pull away from his dick, to let out a snarky response. but he pulled your head towards him before you could even try.

you let out a small grunt, his dick hitting the back of your throat. you continued your work on Austin's member, hallowing your cheeks around him as your tongue danced against his now-wet, velvety skin, moaning against him.

Soft grunts were erupting from Austin as he bucked his hips to meet your head bobs, your warm cheeks and spit nearly throwing him off of the edge. Tears began to slip from your eyes as his dick went deeper and deeper with every thrust .

He quickly pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet, roughly grasping your chin before leaning down to collide his lips with yours. you gripped his blond lock, your tongues rolling against one another roughly.

your knees began to raise up from the ground, following his lips. you pulled away, breathless whimpers slipped from both of your lips.

"I'm not wearing any underwear.. just thought you'd like to know." you suggestively whispered against his lips, both of you chest to chest. he threw his head back, a playful smile on his lips as he processed your words.

"you're going to be the death of me." he murmured, pushing you against the wall with a reckless force. he was quick and messy, this time.

he nearly ripped your dress as he bunched it up your hips, the look in his eyes seemingly so urgent.  “Do you think you deserve this?” his tone demeaning as he finally met your eyes, his finger tips barely grazing your wet clit.

you opened your lips to speak, but as soon as your lips parted Austin pushed his lips roughly against yours while his duo of ring covered pushed into you, thrusting and curling upward as he leaned up to kiss you. your tongues collided as you kissed.

you let out a groan of annoyance, tired of the teasing. "please, stop teasing austin." you begged, reaching for his fingers but he pulled them away with a sly smirk.

"oh, baby im gonna fill you up so good." he cooed, gripping your hips so hard that you were sure you were going to have bruises.

he lined his dick with your needy hole, slowly and slowly pushing his dick along your wet slit. once he finally got to your empty hole, he slammed his hips into yours with ease.

the filthy action drove you crazy, and you whined, your hand wrapping around one of his biceps as you let him settle.

It didn't hurt, but God did you feel full. he pulled out once again, following back with another thrust. he lifted up one of your legs to his waist so he could reach that sweet spot of yours.

With your legs hooked around his waist, you pushed your pelvis up to meet each thrust, the breaths coming more and more shallow as he unconsciously began to move faster and harder within you.

you placed your hand over your mouth to silence your moans, because god forbid anyone heard what was going on behind closed doors.

you squealed as austin let out a loud groan, the two of you reaching your highs together. his hips stuttered while he kept thrusting inside of you, spurring you on as you came. your cunt squeezed him with a vice grip as if it wanted to cage him in.

his head dipping in the crevice of your shoulder as his lips parted and eyes shut. you could hear the sound of your juices mixing with each lazy thrust.

"if i see him with you again, ill beat his ass." austin murmured against your skin, letting out a croaky chuckle.

but his laughter couldn't disguise his seriousness , because you knew he would.

[galamalion]

୨୧. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃

summary. you visit sabo after his sudden collapse.

⤷ contents. sabo x gn!reader, fluff + angst, light angst

⤷ notes. hello!! sorry for the long wait, college has been very busy! this is for my flower prompts and requested by @resetjupiter! hope you enjoy!

It’d been three days since Sabo suddenly collapsed. You’d been exiled from his room in the medical bay, checking in far too often for the doctor’s liking and causing a disturbance with your constant pestering. Koala and Ivankov did their best to inform you of any updates for his condition, but for the past three days it’d been static. At least, until now.

You’d been pacing in the medical bay for the past two hours (the doctor said you couldn’t enter his room, but right outside the door was fair game), waiting for the ‘ok’ to enter.

Sabo’s health wasn’t something you ever had to worry about. He was one of the strongest soldiers in the Revolutionary Army and right-hand man to Monkey D. Dragon. The two of you were inseparable, unstoppable. No matter the challenges you faced, you always came out on top. Lady Luck was on your side, protecting you from any and all harm. So why did this happen?

Suddenly, the door to Sabo’s room creaked open. Koala’s head poked out, gently nodding for you to enter, which you hurriedly obliged. Upon entering, you saw Sabo laying in the hospital bed, looking unimaginably tired and stressed despite having slept for the last three days. You slowly approached his bed and sat on the edge, giving Koala a nod as she silently exited the room, leaving the two of you alone.

It was hard to look at Sabo. Strands of soft blonde hair obscured his face which made it difficult for him to see, but that was hardly a problem at the moment as he only stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. His eyes had dark circles around them, clearly stress-induced judging by the shaky frowned etched into his face. Yes, he was incredibly hard to look at, and yet you could see the man you loved hidden behind this shell.

Testing the waters, you stretched your hand over his palm, gently grazing him with your touch. Immediately, Sabo grasped your hand, pulling it up to his mouth, peppering it with light kisses. You felt your heart swell in your chest as your lover slowly raised his other hand to your cheek, carefully brushing it. No words were spoken, only a silent reassurance that you were both still here, in presence and spirit.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely. His eyes slightly crinkled, likely from the stress of using his unused throat. But you could still see that familiar glimmer in his eyes, barely burning from the strain of the past three days.

“Don’t,” you mumbled, pulling him into a gentle hug, “don’t be sorry, ever. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You could hear a tiny sniffle coming from Sabo as he dug his head into the crook of your neck. His arms came to your back, holding you close in an embrace. This was the first hug you shared since Sabo’s collapse, and it reassured you that he hadn’t left. That he wasn’t going anywhere. You heard him speak up from the safety of your shoulder, clutching onto you even tighter.

“I…remember now.” he took a deep breath in, preparing himself for his next words.

“Everything, from before I joined the Revolutionaries. I remember everything,” Sabo’s body began shaking, “My home, my family—my real family, my brothers—Ace!” he grasped onto you for any kind of stability in his moment of complete vulnerability, quivering in your arms as his tears flowed freely.

Slowly, his head parted from your shoulder, but his hands lingered. Your mind went blank as you attempted to comprehend his words. You were aware that Sabo couldn’t remember what happened during his childhood, that when Dragon brought him aboard he was an amnesiac who refused to return back to his family, but you knew nothing of his past. No one did.

“Have you told Dragon?” you asked carefully, resting your hand on his knee.

“No, I wanted you to know first. I’ll tell him and Ivankov later,” his hands fled to your own, running them across the creases in your fingers, “for now, I just want you to be here with me.”

In response to Sabo’s words, all you could do was stare into his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was possible to love Sabo more than you already had, but time and time again he proved you wrong. His devotion, to his family, friends, and you, was unmatched by all.

Sabo shuffled in the hospital bed, continuing to stare down at your hands. Slowly, his eyes met your own once again. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice cracking, “for everything.”

You gave him a small smile, “Didn’t I already tell you to knock that off? You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”

“You told me not to apologize. Gratitude is still on the table.”

Already Sabo was returning to his usual self, the lingering tears in his eyes drying as you two jabbed each other with sharp barbs, just like how things were before. You knew he was still your Sabo, but seeing and hearing is different than believing. Being able to see his unshakable grin was completely different than recalling a memory of it.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your lover's quarrel, your heads turning to see Dragon opening the door. He gave you a curt nod, and you knew he was silently asking for privacy. One glimpse at Sabo showed that he knew it too, laying a kiss on your hand before your incoming departure.

“Come visit again soon, yeah?” he smiled. “It’d be cruel to abandon a sick man.”

You brushed his stray hairs from his forehead, leaving room for a light peck on his forehead, “You poor thing, I'll bring you some fresh flowers when I come back,” you teased.

You slid off the bed and pranced towards the door, hearing it creak shut as you stepped out into the hallway. Walking through the halls of the infirmary gave you time to think about your parting words, pondering what bouquet would suit your rough, yet incredibly posh and polished, lover.

As you exited the building you spied numerous carnations lining the walkway, planted to raise the spirits of the injured and their families. What caught your eye, however, was a single sapphire flower in the middle of the swathes of carnations.

'A unique flower for a unique man,’ you chuckled to yourself, moving to carefully pluck the flower from its place.

"Just our luck," you whispered, bringing it to your lips for a single kiss.

[eluxcastar]

Sick Dottore secretly likes to be coddled

── ୨୧：il dottore x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: on sick days, the doctor really should be taking a break, but a little medicine will also fix him up.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, soft dottore (or is it), reader is his assistant, ill dottore 🧐 (sorry 💀), not proofread, maybe ooc?? (probably)

୨୧﹑words :: 1124

my friend (xioworld) (this is your citation /j) made my head brr but also I misspelled doctor so bad my computer thought it was 'dogroot' and I feel like I needed to share that 😭✋

yet another sneeze, you notice. it's not unusual to sneeze maybe once, twice if you're unlucky, but if you're counting correctly this would be Dottore's fourth time sneezing in the last hour. though he walked into work with a case of the sniffles - of course swearing up and down to be fine - his worsening cold will end up contaminating all of his samples.

it's been a few minutes too long since the last time he sneezed to scold him, so you sit back and wait. it's not long before he coughs, a particularly harsh cough that almost sounds like it hurts him. you take that as second best to another sneeze and turn on your chair to face where he sits, seeing his arm moving as if he wipes his nose again, though it's hard to tell when you're only looking at his back.

"Dottore." your call must've been enough for him to wonder what you wanted as he turned around over the back of his seat to face you. his nose was red, mask removed and set down somewhere beside him. it was unusual for him to take it off at work, even around you. "This is a sterile work environment. You're spreading all your germs."

he stares back neither impressed nor particularly happy, but he knows your work will be impacted by this, you don't have a right to speak to him that way but he understands why you've taken to being firm as a you are in the face of his stubbornness but that doesn't make him any more pleased about it. he hates how you become almost arrogant at times and try to boss him around even if he knows what you say is true - he won't give you the satisfaction of knowing that. "If it's so important to you then make medicine for me."

realistically speaking, you don't have time for that, at least starting from scratch but thankfully this was the second time he'd challenged you to such a thing. you had your recipe from the first time (rather simple now that you know it) that you can use to have it done somewhat quickly, and maybe if he was lucky you would make him some tea. you'd like to drag it out just a little though. you refrain from sharing that you've kept the formula from your last bout of sickness from him and make your way over to where he sits, prompting him to shuffle his chair around to face you.

you pull a light from your breast pocket and turn it on, "Open" you say and he follows that like an order. you shine the light in his mouth, not really looking too hard, just trying to act like you were doing a check up.

"My throat hurts," he says, a little softer than before, "and my nose won't stop running." he follows that statement by rubbing at his nose again. you can't tell if Dottore is complaining or just telling you as a part of this 'check up', sounding like something between those options. he sounds tired. you wonder if he slept properly listening to him.

"I'll make you some tea. It'll help your throat." you tell him and slip your light back into your pocket having no further use for it, "You can take your medicine with it."

finding the note you wrote the ingredients and amounts for the medicine down on, having stashed it somewhere in your desk drawer. you mix up a dose for him and take it with you when you make his tea, adding it once it was made so it would be easier to choke it down as you recall a sour face he made. he's too big to put it on a spoon and feed it to him. you leave it by his side on the table he works at, letting him pick it up and drink at his leisure knowing you could give it to him and make him drink, but wouldn't push your luck attempting to pry him away from his work until he got sleepy enough - a convenient side effect.

he grumbles some words of thanks to you and lets you go on your way without fussing. you settle back into your seat, tuning back into your work and drowning out the other noise in the room. he has a lot of work lined up for you so he can play with his pet project - not an unusual occurrence - you much prefer the busy work he doesn't want as opposed to entertaining his wild ideas.

by the time you look up, it's suspiciously quiet, a paper to give to Dottore in your hands, though from the looks of things… you find him slumped over a couple of papers with his head resting on the table, his now empty cup next to him. he doesn't react to your presence by his side, nor to your hand as you brush aside his hair to see his face. from this sight, you wonder if Dottore really had fallen asleep while you had your back turned. he feels warm, it's no wonder that he feels unwell. it's like he's burning up and his lack of reaction as you touch a hand to his forehead tells you he needs that rest as he's yet to bite your hand off to tell you otherwise. you should probably call one of his segments to take his task out from under him and complete it, but you know he'll want it when he gets better.

when he wakes the room is dim, not completely darkened, oddly quiet. he recalled the sound of a pen there just before and he liked that noise. it was gone now, as were you. had you noticed him falling asleep? he couldn't tell, something about that medicine makes him drowsy, but he can't complain when you make it for him personally. his head still feels heavy, but his sore throat is less noticeable. he's happy with this result. a small part of him wishes he'd woken up to you still there. that's such a silly thing to want but he blames his sick, sleep-addled mind.

you're so good at taking care of him. he retraces the way your hand touched him, brushed his hair out of his face. he was oddly at ease when he felt you check on him, half asleep and too lazy to open his eyes. it was like you were taking care of him without him half-heartedly ordering you around to do it, and it made him so… he couldn't even begin to explain it. he settles back onto the table where he had been, thinking that maybe if he closes his eyes again, he can drift back to sleep.

[thatgirlie-diaries]

Week 2 - #100DayReinvention Progress log ୨୧

Original challenge by @dreamdolldiary

Hello girlies! Welcome to the second log of this challenge. I liked this week alot since It has been the week that I have felt most productive and relaxed during this year, filling mostly my weekly habit tracker, achieving goals and tasks in a "soft productivity" way by acting based on my energy levels and letting myself rest and do fun things. I feel so excited for next week!

𝐈. My weekly progress

Health: did pilates on friday and saturday, slept earlier, my skin looks clearer and hair smells nicer, ate so healthy! (no soda, chips, more fruit and healthy meals, drank more water)

Academic: studied Italian 3 times this week, got an 88/100 in Economics' exam, listened to businness and climate change podcast.

Adulting: no progress

Hobby: wrote 3 quick blogs during the week

Social: planned two girly hangouts for next week, walked my dog with my sister

Healing: started meditating and doing yoga after waking up and before sleeping, answered journal prompts, understood why I have my avoidant attachment style. Understood soft productivity and applied it

Style: no progress

𝐈𝐈. I need to work on

Read more! I only read once throughout the week. Also, I need to journal more often to release my emotions and understand myself. I should use less my earphones for my sensorial health. Lastly, I want to learn more cooking recipes.

I need to practice driving (adulting goal) and improve my cheer skills (hobby goal) . I need to find a job too (adulting goal).

𝐈𝐈𝐈. Next week I will focus on

Maintain the great progress I have achieved last week by doing daily my healthy habits and having a relaxed mood, adding reading and journaling and taking action based on soft productivity and feminine cycle. Alongside, I will focus on practice driving and improve my cheer skills since those are the goals I am feeling behind.

See you next week, girlies! 𑄽𑄺ྀ

[hayleythesugarbowl]

hey I don’t know if you’re still writing for Thomas barrow but if you are can you write one where the female reader is the one who finds Thomas kissing Jimmy instead of Alfred? And maybe the reader and Thomas are kind of enemies before that? But she covers for him/helps him anyways? Thank you so much I love your Thomas barrow series 💌

Even || Thomas Barrow & female!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • thomas barrow masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: when you, a ladies maid who thomas has never got along with in the past, catch thomas making a move on jimmy you’re forced to decide wether or not to help him out

word count: 3.4k

warning: mild cursing, homophobia because it’s jimmy, speaking of which also jimmy slander if you squint

a/n: ok I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this!! I actually had an idea similar to this so thank you so much for requesting this love <3💌🍒💋

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     “Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     You looked up from your stitching to see a man staring down at you.

     Thomas Barrow.

     His eyebrows were raised expectantly and you fought the urge to roll your eyes as he waited for you to acknowledge him.

     “To what do I owe this pleasure?” You prompted.

     “Mrs. Hughes is looking for you. Something about one of Her Ladyship’s evening gowns.”

     You smiled your sweetest smile up at the footman-turned-valet.

     “Well, I appreciate you passing along the message,” you said as you continued to hem the skirt you were working on. 

     Still, Thomas didn’t leave. “You’d best get going, don’t you think? Mrs. Hughes sounded pretty urgent and I wouldn’t want you to get involved in any unfortunate circumstance.”

     “No you wouldn’t,” you muttered under your breath sarcastically as you got up and walked down the hall. 

     You and Thomas didn’t exactly get on, to put it mildly. Honestly you’d be surprised if Mrs. Hughes even needed you and it wasn’t all just a ploy by Thomas to waste your time. It wouldn’t be the first time, you thought sardonically. 

     From the moment you arrived at the Abbey, Thomas had began his life’s mission of forever tormenting you and making your work at Downton just a little bit harder. You had tried to be friendly to him at first, but to no avail for he seemed determined to let you know that you didn’t belong here. 

     Not that he was particularly amiable with any of the downstairs staff, but he seemed to especially have it out for you.

Most likely because you were the only one who challenged. He wasn’t the only one who could come up with sabotaging schemes.

     And he did have so many bloody schemes. 

     Like the time right after you’d been hired when he’d convinced you that even though you weren’t a part of the kitchen staff, you needed to pick up some groceries for Mrs. Patmore. He sent you into town and you’d been lost for hours searching before you’d ran into Anna—bless her heart—who told you that the grocer was on the other side of town and the delivery wasn’t even supposed to be ready for another week.

     You’d gotten him back (with some help from Mrs. O’Brien, who’d been feeling particularly miffed at Thomas that day and was willing to return the favor in any way she could) by shrinking His Lordship’s trousers.

     The furious yet shocked look on his face—like he’d finally found a worthy competitor—still brought a smile to your face on particularly dark days. 

     Needless to say, your relationship had been filled with nothing but stiff quips,  scathing remarks, and the occasional act of sabotage since then. 

     You reached your destination and peered into Mrs. Hughes office.

     “Mr. Barrow said you needed me?” 

     “And Mr. Barrow would be right,” Mrs. Hughes agreed, turning to you and smiling wryly. “I can’t make heads or tails of this gown.”

     You picked up the mess of fabric she had gestured to and set to work mending. The skirt you were working on could wait.

     As you turned the dress over, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. Thomas? Truthful for once?

     He must have some ulterior motive.

     You’d be surprised if the skirt was still there when you got back—or if it didn’t have significantly more holes than when you’d left it. 

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     You walked into the servants hall the next morning, tired as hell from working on Her Ladyship’s gown all night. 

     You practically fell into your chair as Daisy came around and poured your tea. You thanked her absentmindedly as you began to nibble on some toast.

     “Don’t you look nice, Miss (Y/l/n),” Thomas smiled at you but it was all but a compliment.

     O’Brien smirked beside him and you narrowed your eyes at both of them. 

     “Nice of you to take notice,” you shot back.

     “Is it a crime, to butter up one’s coworker?” He kept eye contact with you as he stirred his tea slowly.

     “Depends who’s doing the buttering,” you leveled your gaze at his dark eyes.

     “Speaking of butter, can we get any around here?”

     A blond man sauntered into the room, taking a seat at the servants table and looking around at the present company. You felt Thomas shift across from you.

     “I’m serious, just because we’re working class don’t mean we have to eat turnips and bread our whole lives.” 

     “I beg your pardon, I didn’t know the King of England was visiting,” O’Brien mumbled. 

     “Only saying,” Jimmy said. “I’d like to be able to eat what I like, when I like without being an earl or a duke.”

     Jimmy Kent. The newest addition to the well-oiled machine that was Downton Abbey. And how could you forget? What, with all of the maids talking of nothing else since he arrived. You agreed that he was pleasant looking, but he was too much of a flirt for your liking. 

     He leaned back in his chair, as if daring anyone to contradict him.

     “And what would you like to eat, Jimmy?” Thomas glanced over at him.

     “All of England, if it pleases me.”

     “I’ll put in a good word with Mrs. Patmore,” Thomas smiled at Jimmy and you were baffled at how it actually looked genuine.

     In fact, Thomas had seemed to take a liking to Jimmy from the moment he arrived. He was about the only person who Thomas treated like an equal. 

     He must be using him, you thought. Trying to lure him into the trap of friendship before getting him fired or something of the like.

     “You most certainly will not,” Mrs. Patmore answered, walking into the room. “The moment I start taking requests from you lot—”

     “Is a moment that will not happen anytime soon,” Mr. Carson cut in from the head of the table glancing authoritatively at all of the servants finishing their breakfast.

     “Why would Mrs. Patmore take your word anyway,” you looked to Thomas, “When anything you recommend is likely to be made of cement?”

     “Feisty this morning, are we? Bold for the girl who, as I recall, left the Duchess of Frescershire quite unhappy with a dress that very likely felt like cement.” Thomas spat. 

     Your hand made a fist and you yearned to climb across the table and use it, but you checked yourself and only glared at the man across from you.

     Thomas raised an eyebrow at you, standing up and glancing in Jimmy’s direction before turning around and heading down the hall.

     “I think I’ll be going also,” O’Brien left her seat quickly, giving a small smile, her eyes following Thomas’s as she walked to catch up to him.

     Likely plotting, you thought. Well, let them to it. The last thing you needed to be doing right now in your tired state was wasting energy thinking about Thomas Barrow. 

     You finished your tea, exiting the room and preparing for your days work. The girls were already dressed, so you could devote your time to downstairs work for the time being.

     You passed Thomas and O’Brien in the hall, both of which quickly stiffened their posture and looked at you as you walked past, ceasing their very obvious confidence. But not before you heard the words certain, return, and Jimmy.

     You didn’t even want to bother figuring out what they were gossiping about. Nothing good, you knew that. Best to stay out of it while you still could.

     Thomas had nearly gotten you sacked a number of times and it wasn’t going to happen again.

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     Sleep. It was all you could think about as you walked down the hall, having finished your days work and being ever so ready to hit the hay.

     Everyone else had already gone to bed and you were the last to leave the servants hall. You were almost to your room, thinking of how to avoid waking the maid that you shared your room with, when someone called your name.

     “Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     “Mrs. Hughes.” You greeted her. 

     “Do you have minute?”

     “I suppose I do.”

     “I don’t like to ask you to do this, but Lady Mary has asked to have her purple evening gown from last season ready to wear tomorrow. I would ask one of the footmen as it’s through the men’s corridors, but you’re the only servant still awake—” 

     You internally cursed Lady Mary. Out loud you weakly said, “Straight away, Mrs. Hughes.” 

     You supposed it worked out for the best. As it turned out, Thomas had done something with the skirt you’d been mending—which just so happened to be needed by Lady Edith the next day—and it might give you a chance to see if he’d hidden it anywhere where he thought you would never go.

     You didn’t say any of this to Mrs. Hughes though, you just smiled and walked in the opposite direction.

     The male servant’s corridor was dark and you had trouble finding your way around without a lantern. You could make out the outlines of doorways, the doors all shut tight for the nighttime. 

     Now which door was the storage room? 

     You found it fairly quickly considering the circumstance and sorted through until you found the aforementioned dress. 

     Now, to reward yourself, you thought, a little snooping was in order.

     You walked farther down the hall to what you assumed were the bedrooms. 

     Again, the doors were all closed and most likely locked. You cursed under your breath. You were staring to head back before your eye caught on a glint of light spilling into the hallway from the far end of the corridor.

     You headed farther into the hall and you saw it. A door, propped open just enough to see that there was someone standing in it, their form outlined by the moonlight.

     You crept closer, peering through the gap.

     Thomas. His back was to you, but you could see him slowly inching closer to a bed on the far wall. 

     Except, he wasn’t alone. You could barely make out someone already sleeping. The room appeared to only have one bed, not a shared room, you thought.

     Which meant—

     You heard a cry. A rustle of blankets. You dared to open the door just a little bit more. 

     “What in the bloody hell—”

     You looked up in time to see Thomas leaning over Jimmy, a look of pure horror and shock on the latter’s face. Thomas backed up quickly, while Jimmy stood in outrage.

     “Did you just try to—” Jimmy’s surprise quickly turned to anger as he took a step towards the other man. 

     Your mind could hardly work fast enough, watching all of this unfold. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. If this was what you thought it was—

     You weren’t paying attention and you leaned forwards, your foot stepping on a creaky board—curse this old house—and alerting both men. Thomas turned around and his eyes landed on yours.

     “Miss (Y/l/n), this isn’t what it looks like, alright? If you think I invited him, than you’re mistaken.” Jimmy looked flustered and you looked from him to Thomas.

     Thomas opened his mouth, as if to say something. He looked pained and miserable. 

     You almost forgot yourself and felt bad for him. 

     He tried to say something again but instead just looked from you to Jimmy and then rushed out of the room. 

     You couldn’t do anything but follow him. 

     “Mr. Barrow—”

     Abruptly, he stopped and turned around to face you. His posture was straight and he spoke as is if he were discussing the weather. 

     “You got what you wanted, didn’t you, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     You didn’t respond.

     “I’m sure you’d just love to see me sacked, wouldn’t you?” Thomas bit out.

     “Now—”

     “Go on, tell Mr. Carson. Tell His Lordship. Tell the bloody King. Finally got an excuse to see the end of me. I reckon no one’ll even bat an eye, neither.”

     Even in the dark, could see the pain and loneliness and fear in his expression that he was trying to hide with his harsh words. 

     You’d imagined the moment Thomas Barrow would get thrown out on his ear many a time. You’d always pictured the way you’d smirk as he left Downton for the last time. How you’d shout ‘good riddance’ for all to hear. You’d conjured up a million different circumstances just like this.

     Except never like this. Not with Thomas weak, practically giving up. You couldn’t say it didn’t sound appealing, getting rid of him. You had the advantage. But suddenly, you didn’t want it. 

     “You must think more of me than that, Mr. Barrow.”

     “I don’t know what you mean,” his voice was rough. 

     “I mean, I better get back with this dress ‘fore they send a search party.”

     You started to walk past Thomas, but he stepped in front of you.

     “So, that’s it? No victory speech?” Thomas glared down at you.

     You had the urge to slap the look off his face but you took a deep breath.

     “Victory over what? I didn’t see nothing to make me victorious. And by that, I mean I didn’t see nothing at all.” 

     You winked at him once leaving him standing there to process that as you hurried back in the direction you came. 

     You nearly laughed at the turn of events as you found your way back in the dark. You, covering for Thomas Barrow. 

     Never in your wildest dreams…

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      The next day, Thomas could hardly look at you. Whenever he rounded a corner and found you on the other side, he stopped, looked like he wanted to speak to you, and then hurried on past. 

     You didn’t exactly expect him to bake you a cake or nothing, but you supposed a decent thank you was in order for saving his arse. 

     However, for all he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Jimmy. Except this time, instead of the look of friendship (or more, you supposed) it was now a look of apprehension. 

     Most likely afraid Jimmy would take his story himself to Mr. Carson. 

     And you didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t. From the look of him, you thought as you sat across from him at the servants table, he looked ready to pounce. 

     Before you could stop yourself and advise against it, you walked up to him. “Jimmy, may I have a word?”

     You couldn’t have your one act of kindness ruined by any loose ends. 

     As Jimmy followed you into the boot room you felt O’Brien’s eyes on you and promptly ignored them. 

     You got straight to the point, “I wish to talk about what happened last night.”

     “I bloody don’t,” Jimmy responded, his eyes flashing, “it was awful, that’s what it was.”

     “It was a misunderstanding,” you supplied.

     The footman scoffed, “No, I think I understood perfectly alright.”

     “What I mean to say is, I hope you don’t plan to make this misunderstanding something bigger than it is.”

     “I have to tell the police, that’s what I have to do! I’ve been talking to Miss O’Brien and—”

     “And I hope you see how ill advised that would be,” you finished. 

     He raised an eyebrow at you. 

     “You wouldn’t want to seem like you were mixed up in…something of that nature.”

     “I don’t understand,” Jimmy said. 

     “You wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re in on anything disgusting, would you?”

     Personally, you didn’t find anything particularly disgusting about the whole situation. You figured Thomas could kiss whoever he liked, for all you cared as long as it wasn’t you. But you knew that wasn’t going to work with Jimmy. 

     “Well no but—”

     “Because if you go around spinning your story, someone down the line is bound to think you weren’t all against it, if you know what I’m getting at,” you said.

     A look of horror passed Jimmy’s face. 

     “And besides I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would want to get a man fired, are you?” 

     He paused. “Why do you care if I get Mr. Barrow sacked? You don’t seem to get on with him anyways.”

     “Oh, I don’t care what happens to Mr. Barrow,” you said with a smirk, “I just wouldn’t want this unfortunate incident to cause more of a quagmire for anyone than is necessary.”

     Jimmy nodded, “Well, I wouldn’t want anyone’s reputation ruined for it I suppose.”

     You smiled.

     “And by that, I can’t pretend I don’t mean my own,” he added.

     “Who knows,” you said, “you and Barrow might end up being friends eventually.”

     “Friends?” He sounded incredulous, “I doubt it.”

     “I think there’s more to Thomas than meets the eye,” you said cryptically. “Either way, think about what I said.”

     He looked at you a moment, pondering, before nodding at you and leaving the room quickly. 

     You breathed out a sigh. 

     “Well, that was quite the speech, Miss (Y/l/n).”

     You whirled around, finding Thomas standing in the doorway. How much of your conversation with Jimmy had he heard?

     “And what are you doing here, Mr. Barrow? I can’t say following Jimmy around like a lost puppy is well advised anymore.”

     Thomas clenched his teeth, looking at you. “It is a public place, isn’t it?”

     You were both silent for a moment, as you calculated what to say next. Mr. Barrow beat you to it. 

     “I wanted to say thank you,” it looked like it cause him pain to say the words to you, his sworn nemesis.

     “I would have been sacked if it weren’t for you, though I still can’t quite understand why you did it, and I thank you for it,” he finished. “I’m not sure I deserve it, but I’m grateful.”

     “Well, I can’t say it’s not entirely out of self interest,” you said, straightening, “seeing as I can’t torture you if you’re gone, I saw no reason to be the one to end that.”

     Thomas almost smiled. “That was quite an act of deception you pulled with Jimmy.”

     “Would you believe me if I said I learned from the best?”

     “Now, I’m not sure I deserve your compliments as well as your pity,” Thomas said.

     “Really, there’s no need to think yourself so special. I was speaking of Miss O’Brien.”

     Thomas let out a laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at him. He wasn’t all bad, you could see that. And you couldn’t imagine Downton without him now that you had been faced with the possibility.

     “Well, I hope you don’t expect us to be friendly now,” you warned, to break the silence and whatever the spell that had fallen over you two was that made you act most unlike yourselves. Sharing a companionable silence? Never!

     “I wouldn’t wish being your friend on my worst enemy, let alone take part in it myself.” Thomas brushed invisible lint off of his jacket. 

     You rolled your eyes at him, but it didn’t hold any real conviction.

     “Well, I suppose I ought to get on with my work,” you said, moving past Thomas. “Wouldn’t want to get behind on your account.”

     “You are a queer woman, aren’t you?” Thomas said not unkindly.

     “I could say the same to you.”

     You turned around, your tone more serious than it had just been 

     “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re disgusting, Mr. Barrow.”

     Thomas was silent.

     “Horrid and self-serving and haughty and a pain in my rear end. But not disgusting.”

     “I could say the same to you,” Thomas echoed your earlier statement. 

     You left without another word. 

     You didn’t think that you and Thomas would be companions, exactly. But you left that room with a greater fondness for him that you’d ever felt. You understood him more, if nothing else.

     And you thought you could guess he felt a little of the same way too. 

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     The next morning, as you began your day by checking the work you’d left out the night before, you found a new lump of fabric atop the pile. 

     You picked it up and let the cloth fall through your fingers.

     It was the skirt you were working at from earlier this week. Barely recognizable, however. It was mended, certainly. The holes were fixed and the hem had been replaced. It looked brand new, better than anything you could have done.

     Thomas. 

     It must have been him. You found yourself smiling to yourself.

     “Well then, I suppose we’re even, Mr. Barrow, aren't we?” you mumbled.

     Except for the fact that him taking it in the first place had delayed you getting the skirt to Lady Edith by a day.  

     But you’d get him back somehow, you thought, smiling. 

     You always did.

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FOUR ୨୧ CHOI BEOMGYU

cast. classmate! beomgyu x gn! mc ༝ pantone. fluff .. aouad au ༝ length. 967 ༝ cw(s). mention of zombie apocalypse & food .. gyu wears glasses

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beomgyu used to dangle his feet over the deep end of life. he’d often think about jumping into it; surrendering himself to chance. but having control was safer, so he’d shuffle over to the shallow end.

‘i’ll do it some other time,’ he’d constantly promise to himself. a dumb decision, really; especially after almost losing it altogether. honestly, he shouldn’t be so hard on himself—how to survive a zombie outbreak isn’t included in any schools’ curriculum.

that’s why it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that he has no idea what to do now. roaming the quarantine camp doesn’t sound appealing, especially not on an empty stomach..

come to think of it, maybe that’s what beomgyu should do. his assigned nurse did tell him that the mobile canteen’s serving lunchboxes. finding a place to demolish eat the overdue meal will be challenging, but he can tackle that matter afterwards.

for now, he must look for the treasure.

“excuse me- uh, hello- sorry-” falls out of beomgyu’s mouth frequently. he didn’t think that asking for help would be this hard, but when everyone is caught up in their own endeavors, he’s questioning his belief.

just when he’s about to try again, he hears someone calling his name. or maybe it’s his stomach begging him to hurry his search..

“hey, choi beomgyu!”

..okay that definitely wasn’t his tummy.

curious and confused, the bespectacled male turns around. to say his stomach twists and flips is an understatement (he swears it’s given up on functioning altogether) as you walk up to him, elegantly weaving between the passersby.

“for a second there, i really thought my mind was playing tricks on me.” you tell him, unaware that beomgyu’s is malfunctioning. “it’s nice to see you got out of the school too. of course, minus the scratches, but still, alive.”

this is supposed to be the part where beomgyu says something like yeah, same or i’m glad you’re okay too.. but the brunet is not sure if that’s going to happen. see, even with the bandages and the specks of exhaustion that remain in your bright eyes, he still believes you’re gorgeous.

and he knows that your mere presence is threatening his control over his heart’s erratic thrumming.

he must have wasted too much time daydreaming, for you bring up another topic, “oh, are those new glasses?”

“y-yeah, well.. you see, i lost the other one on the way here so i have to wear this oldie. it’s not the right prescription but i guess something similar’s better than nothing.” he chuckles awkwardly; a lopsided smile and pink dust dabbed on his cheeks to complement the look.

“that’s true.. does that mean you won’t need these anymore?”

he’s about to question your mysterious words when you pull out a familiar object from your coat pocket. thin, silver frame.. asymmetrical nose pads that almost never did their job..

there’s no way..

“i found them in the music room, figured i’d bring them along in case i bumped into you. the others said i shouldn’t be too optimistic but i didn’t listen. in fact, these glasses became my motivation so i made sure to take care of them.”

the last words are spoken so softly, as if they weren’t meant to be heard, but he did. maybe it’d be better if he didn’t, because now he’s willing to give up his heart to you. forget about self-control, he’ll do anything you tell him to.

(obviously everything outside of legal boundaries is not included.)

“can i..” at your nod, he removes his current pair to put on his old spectacles. it takes a minute and a few squints to adjust, but he’s certain of one thing: he missed his glasses. “thank you for looking after them, it feels so good to see clearly again.”

“don’t sweat it, they weren’t a problem-” you pause, only to lightly push the frame up the bridge of his nose. you’ve already done so much for him, that would have been enough for the lovestruck boy. but you just have to brush his bangs away from his eyes, right?

“alright, i’m gonna head back to my tent now. hopefully i’ll see you around!”

hopefully? beomgyu’s not about to let that amount to nothing more than a wistful thought.

“wait!” you stop and turn around so eagerly, were you expecting him to say something else? the flustered male’s not about to get caught up in that observation so he hastily asks, “i know we almost just died a few hours ago but i was wondering.. maybe- no, would you like to go have a late lunch with me?”

..maybe this wasn’t a good idea. judging by the contemplation dusted upon your visage, you’re thinking of a reason to reject his request. he won’t be surprised if you do—you’re one of the cool kids, while he’s a wallflower who’s only noticed when he says something funny—but a no would be enough-

“sure, i’d like that a lot.”

his whole body has shut down.

“wait wait.. hold on, did you just say yes?”

the laugh that the brunet never failed to hear whenever he made a joke falls from your lips again. this time, you got a radiant smile and echo of his earlier words to accompany it. “it’s about time you asked me out. then again, i guess now is better than never.”

and that’s how beomgyu ended up sharing a table and stories with you. of course it didn’t end in the canteen, how can it when he walked you to your tent—well, now yours and his. by the end of the day, beomgyu’s more than sure that he’s an absolute fool for you, but he doesn’t mind these newly realized feelings.

in fact, he’ll consider diving into possibilities more often.

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You saw Leo sitting hunched over in a corner

That was unlike him

You approached him and asked him what was wrong

"I... made a mistake... I keep making mistakes"

You motioned for him to go on

"I can't keep failing if I'm the leader of my team..."

...

"And I can't keep failing you, either..."

You wanted to help him

"Well, the first step to not failing is... you need to start embracing your mistakes."

He gave a moment of thought before smiling a huge smile and then... immediately hugs you.

You giggled

"Leo, what're you doing?"

"Embracing my mistakes."

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You smiled and hugged him back

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Melodies Of The Sky Intro

BASIC

genre: young adult, magical realism

status: working on 2nd draft, posting on wattpad

key themes: art, poetry, descriptive writing challenge, celestial symbolism, nature, mental health, sun & moon mythology, music, unlikely friendship, romanticizing life

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STORY

In the heart of an unassuming town, Lavender embarks on a personal journey of self-healing, only to find herself entangled in a myth that spans centuries and generations. Everything begins with an encounter with an enigmatic boy, setting in motion a celestial narrative that may connect to them more than they thought.

CHARACTERS

Lavender (she/her)

Lavender let out a sudden laugh. She was like a princess. She felt like one. Her kingdom was this never-ending field of mayflowers, and her crown was made with her own hands.

age: 15

Kind, unique, and a daydreamer, Lavender finds beauty and joy everywhere she goes. While not having many friends, she loves being around people and she adores deep connections. She’s very creative and expresses herself with art, music, and poetry.

quick facts

INFP

bad ukelele player, but is great at piano

has a gray tabby cat named willow!

morning bird, she loves waking up to the sunrise

favourite colour is blue

Eli (he/him

"You- you have to feel it. The story. You have to play with your soul and your body and your heart and your mind. You have to love each chord." He picked up his guitar. "You have to immerse yourself in a story and forget mistakes." 

age: 15

Quiet, gentle, and compassionate, Eli is a soft-spoken individual who has a talent for music and a passion for poetic words. He is dramatic like Lavender, always looking to make metaphors and poetry from mundane situations. While he seems aloof or shy on the outside, Eli quickly gets adventurous, excited and spontaneous about the things he cares the most about.

quick facts

INFJ

obsessed with the Lakelily myth of 'Eclipse'

has a dog named Luna

loves playing electric guitar

favourite colour is green

trans boy

night owl- loves midnight walks

AESTHETIC

moodboard

FACTS

☾𖤓 i started this book in may 2023, the absolute low of my mental health- it was supposed to be a quick descriptive writing prompt exercise to get my mind off of things...and quickly became this beautiful story.

☾𖤓 music is a huge part of mots- every chapter has a lyric :D

☾𖤓 the plot is pretty vague, i'll probably go into detail about it more in another post but the mystery is why it's so fun!

☾𖤓 third person, in lavender's pov (except for the prologue)

☾𖤓 the story is set in Lakelily, Ontario (no, i'm not just making every story set in canada whattt)

LINKS

pinboard

spotify playlist

wattpad

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hope you enjoyed, if anyone reads this lol!! i'm so happy and proud of melodies of the sky and hope to post the 2nd draft to wattpad more often. if you want to hear more, please tell me idk whether i'm shouting to the void anymore

[hyuckswonderland]

i saw you have sm ler!gyuvin on your page so i wanted to request lee!gyuvin w ler!gunwook to prompt 14 😄

No cause I wasn't expecting Ler!Gyuvin to be so popular (not that I'm mad about it) ALSO TY FOR REQUESTING THESE TWO, I love this duo so much :((( I miss my dog union

14. “Come at me. I dare you.”

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Gyuvin and Gunwook had gotten really close because of Boys Planet. Now that they were officially in a group together they only became closer. They were Tweedle Dee and Dum, two peas in a pod. That didn't save Gunwook from Gyuvin's antics whatsoever.

It was nowhere near as bad compared to what poor Yujin was subjected to. Plus, Gunwook was pretty strong and could hold his own. It was a rather equal playing field. Like two large puppies going at it.

They often playfought and wrestled... all the time. Like now they were in the middle of the living room standing opposite of each other and pretending they were in a fight. The big smiles on both their faces made things clear that it was all in good fun.

"3....2....1...GO!"

The 'match' had started but neither made the first move yet. “Come at me. I dare you.” Gunwook taunted making a gesture with his fingers to beckon the older over.

Gyuvin took the bait charging at Gunwook who was more than prepared for the action. It didn't take much for Gunwook to not only dodge the attack but to set Gyuvin off balance so that he fell down onto the rug. "Cmon hyung this was supposed to be a challenge~"

The older stood started to sit up and Gunwook took this chance to crouch down on the floor and start the wrestling match down here. "Not so fast~" He fought against Gyuvin's hands, using one of his to poke the older in the side, causing a squeak of surprise from him.

"Knock it off-" Gyuvin glared as he tried to get the upperhand, Gunwook only grinned and continued to poke his side. The poking set the older off, causing his defense to falter which let Gunwook easily pin his hands above his head.

"I win! Now I get my prize~" The younger chuckled as he used his free hand to squeeze Gyuvin's side. It was simple yet effective.

Gyuvin's laughter poured out of him "YOHOU BRAT!" He squirmed trying to get away from the torturous fingers with what little space he could move.

"It's only fair you do this all the time to other's, sometimes you deserve a little taste of your own medicine riiiight?"

If looks could kill, Gunwook would be six feet under. It didn't intimidate the younger in the slightest though. If anything even despite their age they fought on equal playing fields that he couldn't find it in him to ever really fear Gyuvin.

An evil grin formed on Gunwook's face. A plan forming in his head. "How about we try here?" He moved his hand to scribble his fingers all around Gyuvin's stomach.

"DOHOHONT-" He squeaked, his squirming only getting worse. "What? Does the puppy boy not like his belly rubs~?" Gyuvin blushed and shook his head.

"DOHOHONT CAHAHALL MEHEHEHE THAHAHAHAT-" He bucked his hips to try and throw Gunwook off him though all it did was throw the younger a bit off balance for a moment.

Gunwook looked at the older unimpressed. "I guess I have to do show you to behave too~ This puppy needs proper training~" He lifted Gyuvin's shirt up slightly exposing his bare stomach.

The older already knew where this was going and looked mortified "WAHAIT- CMON- IHIHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IT-" His protests dying in his throat as Gunwook leaned down and blew a few raspberries.

A loud squeal was all that was heard from the older and a satisfied smile clear on the younger's face. He chuckled as he nibbled at Gyuvin's stomach.

"COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHON- WOHOHOHOOK-" Gyuvin snorted as he tried to use all his strength to get Gunwook's hand from no longer pining his.

"What's the magic word?"

"YOHOHOU SUHUHUCK!"

"Wrong~" Another large raspberry was placed as a fit of laughter followed shortly after.

"IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY- PLEHEHEASE-"

Gunwook chuckled as he stopped, letting Gyuvin go as the older just laid there on the floor motionless, looking dazed. "What? So used to having things the other way around you can't handle being tickled yourself a little bit?"

The older continued to just sit there not moving a muscle. Gunwook furrowed his eyebrows, a tinge of worry plaguing his judgment. "Hyung, you good?" He inched closer to Gyuvin to make sure that he was alright

In a swift moment Gyuvin trapped the younger in his arms and wrapped his legs around him. "YOU BRAT! REMATCH RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

[v1x3n]

♡ can love prevail?

phillip graves x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

this is for @xxshadowbabexx s angst prompt challenge!!

you and Phillip had issues, well most of the problems spawned from him. lets put it to short, he was self disruptive. his past and the trauma from war, from the betrayal and all the lives he took from the world. he truly believed he didn't deserve anything. Phillip made it seem like he was flawless, a man who didn't care about others thoughts, a man who was always confident and never shined emotions towards anyone. a machine. but that's not true.

Phillip graves, the guy you loved with all your heart. you had just wanted him to see the good in himself. he never brought himself to it though, you cherished him, even though all of the shite he had done. you saw past it, its his past, it wasn't - he wasn't actually like that! you could defend him to the end of the world.

late at night, Phil stormed in. it wasn't just his stress or his anger after a close friend died - it was more.

"fuck!" he shouts whilst he grabs his shoes off his feet, throwing them down. this is what woke you up from your slumber, the loud, harsh bangs that stormed through the halls all the way to your and his bedroom. you could hear his mumble curses under his breath, whilst his powerful stomps carry to the kitchen. "Phil?" you mutter, swiping the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn through your speech. no reply came but a clank of bottles. alcohol. "whas happened?"

"get out, doll" he chokes through his streaming tears, they weren't tears of sadness. it was anger, pure rage. your high pitched 'hm?' could barely be heard through his strong gulps of the bottle of you presume beer? "I said get out. I don't want to see you right now" you could hear the pain in his voice, his eyes don't even look towards you as you pout at him.

"whas wrong? you can talk to me whenever you know."

"nd I don't want to talk to you. get back to fucken sleep" he scoffs, grabbing several beers then slumping down on the couch. he pulls up some shitty movie that he loves whilst chugging his cold beer. you sigh at him and stand in front of him. blocking the tv, "you need to leave me, doll."

"huh? why?"

he pulls his head into his hand and lets out a loud groan. almost shutting down your sentence. "I did somethin bad, darlin'."

those words dug into your heart, knowing something was coming y our way, and it was fucking bad. you don't reply, just waiting for the bad news. "there's this- there was this girl."

oh.

"I didn't mean too- we didn't - we didn't do anything. we just kissed but- but.." he stops.

you had known he couldn't do it, well you hoped he wouldn't make love to someone else. no one but you, you could handle a few pecks, even making out. just as long as it wasn't that, you cant even remember how long it took you and him to finally have sex. he was worried, too worried. Phillip graves had trust issues. the clock ticks as your silence is taken as a response from him.

"it was during a mission, people were dying all around me and- and I was making out with some girl!" he pulls onto his hair. "and I knew, I knew I would've if she wasn't shot right in front of me. her dying was the only reason I stopped it." he cries, a tremble in his voice.

"was it only a kiss?" you mumble, nervously playing with the skin of your hand. he nods. "then - then its okay..." He seems perplexed.

"what?.." he scoffs

His voice trails off as he seems to remember everything as if it happened a moment ago, not hours ago. "I kissed someone who wasn't you! how's that fine! The memory of her dying in front of him, her last breath on his lips, haunts his eyes. "you two didnt... so is okay!" you smile weakly at him.

"just leave me doll. please" he begs, gazing up at you with sadness filling his eyes.

"n-no! I love you Phil"

"if you know what's good f' you darlin', you'll leave me alone. you'll leave me. full stop."

"I cant..."

"please doll."

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[minqci]

So....the If You Dodged Their Kisses series was just adorable!! While I was reading them (second time, admittedly), I came up with a prompt...I think. It might be a little spicy? What if you licked their lips instead?

Stay hydrated and awesome!!

♡ genshin boys reaction when you lick something off their lips pt. 1

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was so excited when i got this request because so many ideas just rushed into my head! hopefully this meets your expectations, @thegayrubberducky ^^ this is part one, by the way so if your faves weren't here they'll be in the others :) enjoy, everyone !!

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: ̗̀➛ diluc:

➸ when it comes to getting flustered, diluc is definitely not one to show it.

➸ even though he does show affection towards you, he still has never showed his flustered side to you.

➸ until today, that is.

➸ you and diluc were eating lunch together at the tavern, both happy that you could spend time with each other. lately work and commissions has had your dates put to a pause.

➸ diluc ordered some mondstadt hashbrowns and you ordered the same meal you always did.

➸ as you were listening to diluc talk about his daily shenanigans with kaeya, you notice some of the sauce from the hashbrowns near his lips.

➸ a normal person would probably just tell diluc to wipe it off himself, but you were on a constant journey to fluster your stone-faced boyfriend.

➸ "so kaeya just went in and took all the win-" diluc was interrupted by your tongue on his lips.

➸ you definitely took your sweet time taking all the sauce off his mouth, savoring this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

➸ when you finished, what you saw before you was diluc, his face even redder than his hair.

➸ you burst into laughter, even though you found him more adorable than laughable.

➸ although, as you laugh you don't notice your boyfriend standing up from his seat, coming towards you.

➸ he grabs your hand and drags you to an empty storage room in the tavern.

➸ scared for your life, you tightly shut your eyes, getting ready for what's coming to you.

➸ all you feel though is...diluc's head resting on your shoulder.

➸ his arms wrapped around your waist, his soft hair against your face and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

➸ this felt...so comforting to you. you hugged him back and you two stayed like that for a while.

➸ "you're...impossible." diluc finally muttered.

➸ "why can't you just tell me i have sauce on my lips like a normal person, hm?"

➸ you chuckle a bit, then make him face you.

➸ "because..." you lean into his ear, "i love you!"

➸ this makes diluc freeze for a moment, until he pulls you in until his lips are inches away from your ear.

➸ "why don't we head home? i can show you how much i love you."

: ̗̀➛ kaeya:

➸ kaeya's usually the flirty one when it comes to you two, so you have actually never seen him flustered.

➸ you never made a big deal of it, until your friends gave you a little challenge.

➸ "make kaeya blush, and we'll do your commissions for a month." this stunned you a little, since it was a pretty small request for such a big reward.

➸ then you remembered how kaeya's fangirls would probably KILL for a photo of him blushing, so you agreed.

➸ it was training day at the knights of favonius headquarters, so you had to wait for your cavalry captain to finish up.

➸ it was already around 5pm when the training finished, and kaeya caught sight of you and gave you a little kiss on the forehead.

➸ "hey, snowflake. were you waiting for me? i'm so honored." he teased, putting your hands in his.

➸ you laugh off his absurd comment and you both head to Good Hunter to have a late lunch date.

➸ when you take your seats, you start to put your plan into action.

➸ "hey kaeya, i missed you! give me a kiss." you say, pouting to add more effect.

➸ he smiles and scoots closer to you, planting a kiss on your lips.

➸ it's a long one, which you wanted. you start to feel his tongue enter your mouth, which still gave you butterflies every time he did it.

➸ when he pulls away because he noticed some concerned stares from a few people, you gently pull his face towards yours until his lips are inches away from yours.

➸ "thank you for that, my little cavalry captain," you say with a wink, sticking your tongue out as you lick his lips a little.

➸ instead of blushing, kaeya just smirks and kisses you again. a little too aggressively, might i add.

➸ you were both about to do something but sarah stopped the two of you before things escalated.

➸ you were just about to kick yourself for failing to make kaeya blush, but then you notice a faint shade of red from his cheeks.

➸ "i did it!" you scream, earning a death glare from sarah once again.

➸ "did what, dear?" kaeya asks, putting his hands on yours.

➸ "made you blush, you flirty bastard." you say, with a prideful smile on your lips.

➸ kaeya laughs, but then his grabs your arm and pulls you in as he whispers, "we'll see how long your smart mouth can last when we get home, shall we?"

: ̗̀➛ childe:

➸ you've flustered childe a couple of times, but if someone were keeping score, he definitely made you blush more.

➸ you never really cared for the fact that he was "winning" but then you had lunch with lumine.

➸ "come on, you have got to have at least one moment where you made him red as a beet!"

➸ you just shake your head and lumine shakes hers in disappointment.

➸ "you've got to do it. make him a flustered mess today!"

➸ you didn't understand why lumine was making such a big deal out of this, but you then remember their endless rivalry.

➸ "are you asking me to do this to get back at childe for winning your last battle?"

➸ lumine pouts and turns her head away, but still nods as a response.

➸ you laugh and say, "ok. for you, i'll give it a try."

➸ you and childe were going to have dinner together today, so you had a chance to fluster him out in public.

➸ childe orders the same thing he always orders, some seafood soup and golden fried shrimp balls from third-round knockout.

➸ "order whatever you want, ok? i want to spoil you." childe said, reassuring you not to be hesitant in ordering.

➸ you smile at him, but you still order something a little on the cheap side because you felt bad enough that you were going to embarrass him out in the open.

➸ "so, how've you been my little adventurer?" childe asks, placing his hands on yours.

➸ you start to tell him about all the things you've discovered and done through the day, and he does the same.

➸ after maybe 30 minutes, your food arrives and you both give thanks before you dig in.

➸ childe continues to talk about his rendezvous, and you just stare at him.

➸ you missed this, the two of you talking and just mentally admiring one another. with so much commissions and work you've both been kind of distant lately.

➸ childe catches your eye and he smiles at you. "what? admiring my beautiful complexion, now are you?"

➸ you pull him in by his arm until his face is a breath away from yours.

➸ "i missed you, my pretty little harbinger." you say, as you pull him into a kiss.

➸ it wasn't anything too explicit, since you were still in public.

➸ as you pull away, his mouth gapes open as if he wants to say something, but you interrupt him by licking his lips.

➸ "uh---!! hey!" he whisper-shouts, trying desperately to hide the growing red shade on his face.

➸ you just chuckle a bit and smile at him.

➸ "i...missed you." you say, which makes childe freeze for a bit.

➸ now you feel your face heating up, as childe shoots you a warm smile.

➸ "so did i, y/n." childe says, combing his fingers through your hair.

➸ let's just say you spent less time eating and more time enjoying each other's presence, laughing and talking, just how you want it to be.

: ̗̀➛ zhongli:

➸ you and zhongli both flustered each other equally, you were never flirty people but it's more of unintentional flirting that makes the two of you blush.

➸ that changes today, though.

➸ today was your 2-year anniversary with zhongli, and you wanted to give him something he would never forget.

➸ you planned to pretend there was something on his lips, and instead of telling him, you would...lick it off.

➸ it sounded stupid at first glance, but xiangling convinced you otherwise after doing it to xinyan, who became a red mess.

➸ you and zhongli planned to meet up outside of third-round knockout, so you could enjoy the storyteller's tales while enjoying each other's company.

➸ zhongli was already there, so you gave him a little wave and he gave you a soft smile in return.

➸ as you sit down, you give zhongli a little kiss on the forehead, sort of a warmup for the...flirting you'll be doing today.

➸ "hello, y/n. hopefully your commissions weren't too stressful today, i hope?" zhongli asks while pouring you a cup of tea.

➸ "they were fine, zhongli. how about you?"

➸ zhongli laughs and says, "you know i don't do commissions, love. i was at the parlor today...thinking of you."

➸ you freeze. feeling your face heat up you avoid eye contact with zhongli, awkwardly laughing.

➸ "ah--! well, i was thinking of you all day too!"

➸ zhongli smiles and pulls you in closer beside him, keeping his hands intertwined with yours.

➸ this was all very new to you, zhongli always held your hand but he has never said something so blunt before. could he...be trying to fluster you as well?

➸ "hey, zhongli-"

➸ "oh, y/n. some tea is dripping off your lips." zhongli says, gesturing to where the spill is.

➸ you try to wipe it off, but after missing a couple of times, zhongli takes the napkin away and says, "let me, hm?"

➸ he proceeds to lick the edge of your lips, very slowly might i add.

➸ you're redder than ever at this point. why did zhongli do this? was this his plan? did he read your mind?

➸ as he pulls away, he chuckles at the sight of your beet red face.

➸ "how did you...why did you do that?!" you whisper-shout, clearly irritated yet still full of tingles and butterflies.

➸ "i talked with xinyan before our lunch today, and she told me this little trick xiangling did on her. i wanted to give it a try on you."

➸ you scoff, a little bit dumbfounded. xinyan gave him your idea and she probably didn't even know it.

➸ when you make eye contact with each other, all you can both do is laugh at each other.

➸ "oh wow, i guess you win this anniversary?"

➸ "win? oh, y/n this isn't a competition. i just love you." zhongli says, putting your hands in his once again.

➸ "we'll see about that 'not a competition talk' next year, my little consultant." you say, giving him a kiss on the nose.

➸ you both spend the rest of the day together, talking and laughing until nightfall.

[fairydxll]

2k writing event ✧.*

we've hit 2,000 followers. if you had told me in 2020, when i started this blog, that i would have 2,000 people following me, i would have called you crazy. i can't even picture 2,000 people. i love all of you so much and appreciate everything!

the time has come my lovelies. it is time for yet another writing challenge. this event will include song prompts and dialogue prompts (none of which are mine). look at the rules below! <33

💌 — nav

anyone can participate, but you must be following me

how to enter: dm me what prompt(s) you will be using and the character

there is no deadline for when the fic must be completed!

tag me in your fic and use #rue's 2k

make sure to include your prompt in the description and use all warnings accordingly (especially in smut)

all fics must be reader insert

poly is allowed

dark content is also allowed, as long as you use warnings appropriately

you may write for any character from any of the following fandoms

Fandoms Allowed - Harry Potter (both eras) | Marvel I Twilight I Star Wars | Euphoria

song prompts ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆

each song can only be used three times! as soon as someone claims a song, there name will be written beneath it. if a song is full, it will be crossed out!! any songs in the open category can be written as angst, smut, fluff, or anything else!

angst

1. blue jeans - lana del rey

@/masterninjacow for bucky barnes

2. cornerstone - arctic monkeys

@/thehalfbloodedwitch for draco malfoy

3. a pearl - mitski

4. blouse - clairo

5. complicated - avril lavigne

fluff

1. lovers rock - tv girl

2. me and my husband - mitski

3. the way i loved you - taylor swift

@/my-my-only-angel for sirius black

4. kiss her you fool - kids that fly

5. lay all your love on me - abba

open

1. cake - melanie martinez

@/vaudel for tom riddle

2. face to face - rex orange county

@/dracodear for sirius black

3. girls - girl in red

@/maybanksficssss for pansy parkinson

4. gold rush- taylor swift

@/stylesparker for tasm!peter parker

@/poguesarah for lexi howard

5. i can't handle change - roar

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please use no more than 3 prompts in your fic. there are really no rules here, for example, you may use a prompt from fluff as well as one from smut. or you could only use prompts from angst. it's really up to you.

fluff

1. “I never want to stop making memories with you.”

2. "you're the most beautiful person/girl/boy I've ever seen."

3. "What I have with you, I don't want with anyone else."

4. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

5. "Take my jacket, it's cold"

6. "you are such a nerd"

7. "in your eyes, i found gravity."

8. "say you want me, and I'm yours."

9. "At least I didn't break any laws."

10. "i like being close to you. you're warm."

11. "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."

12. "you're pretty." - "you're drunk."

13. "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

14. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

15. "Somebody's in love!"

16. "Just marry me already."

17. "Please never stop smiling."

18. "no one's ever made me feel like this.”

19. "This isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you."

20. "i'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand."

21. "My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes"

22. "is that a drawing of me?"

23. "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

24. "God, I love you!"

25. "You're so fucking cute."

smut

1. "We really shouldn't be doing this right now." - "Well, do you want to stop?" - “no."

2. "Bed. Now"

3. "show me how much you missed me."

4. "I'm going to ruin you."

5. "show me"

6. “you look so good on your knees like that"

7. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

8. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name"

9. "good girl-that's a good fucking girl."

10. "you don't have to be gentle. I won't break."

11. "Get on your knees and crawl to me."

12. "I can't believe we just did that." - “Why not?” - “i don't know. Maybe because we're at your parents' place and they might have heard us."

13. "Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum right here"

14. "Are you in heat or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

15. "If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed."

16. "Wanna join?"

17. "be a doll and do a spin for me, won't you? you just look so adorable.?

18. "Focus only on me."

19. "Touch me and you lose"

20. "i don't care what you do just fuck me"

21. "I can't stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly"

22. "Guess I'll have to cum inside you then"

23. “Oh kitten don't make me tell you twice"

24. "Don't be gentle"

25. "Don't be so rough there can't be any marks"

angst

1. "Promise me you 'Il still be here when I wake up."

2. "you are enough. a thousand times enough."

3. "I never thought I'd be the one to hurt you"

4. “you're not worth my time"

5. “i can’t sleep without you here.”

6. "oh, now you care?"

7. "Don't come any closer!"

8. "Please don't leave me."

9. "it's not your fault."

10. "I didn't know where else to go."

11. "can't sleep?"

12. "We just can't seem to get it right, huh?"

13. "i think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

14. "Let me do this, please."

15. "I'm never leaving…..I promise."

16. "Don't you ever do that again!"

17. "I don't hate you?"

18. "you weren't supposed to hear that!"

19. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

20. "Stop being a fucking prick!"

21. "i told you id come home to you?"

22. "Tell me again."

23. "i think i might be in some kind of love with you."

24. "you need some sleep"

25. "It hurts..." - "what?" - “Loving someone who doesn't love you..."

open

1. "you're insane." - "people keep telling me that."

2. "Stop distracting me."

3. "Have you ever done this before?"

4. "here's my hotel room number."

5. "you know you love me."

6. "I shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you."

7. "and where do you think you're going?"

8. "Friends don't do this kind of shit”

9. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

10. "don't look at me like that."

ily all, & i really hope you join!!!

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[sweetrabbit]

a milkshake date and a kiss under the rain

pairing: Kim Seungmin x gn! reader

genre: best friends to lovers, tooth rotting fluff

prompts: “I’ve learnt to love you.” “I could never get tired of you.” (prompt list by @scvrllet)

synopsis: and seungmin has loved them for 10 years (and maybe more) but it only took a strawberry milkshake and some rain for something to finally happen.

warnings: mention of death (in a metaphorical way) just some romantic tension idrk maybe even sharing a straw if that counts

a/n: fun challenge me and my friends did! Sorry if it's not too good but i just thought it was cute and decided to post it, so here we gaurr!

“i’m so tired, min.” yn slouched down on the plush chair of the school library. “it's only been an hour.” seungmin said unbothered, flipping the pages of the science textbook he was currently helping them with.

“yes, but don’t you think a milkshake sounds good right about now?” trying to persuade the boy “hey i’ll pay this time!” 

he rolled his eyes, “it’s raining, you’re gonna catch a cold if you keep eating cold stuff on a cold day.” 

“c’mon please? just this once and then we’ll continue working at the diner. pinkie promise!” 

“ugh fine, you’re so annoying.” he said getting up “oh but you love me~” yn teased.

and even if he held up a closed off facade he could never lie about the warmth he felt through his heart when yn flashed that sweet grin that caused his heart to swell.

since they were 11, seungmin seemed to have a tingly feeling at yn, the thought of them, the feeling of their hands brushing against one another, he didn’t understand why he felt that way, why he’d gush when they’d say something so cheeky like ‘why are you so red minnie? is it because of me? hehe’ 

the soft smile when yn tugged him towards the nearby diner “okay you go order and i’ll find a place to sit, here” yn said handing him some money. 

he stuffed it in his wallet but once yn was out of sight he went and grabbed his wallet “one strawberry milkshake and some cheese fries please, thank you.”

————— ୨୧ —————

seungmin walked to the booth where yn had been looking out of staring at the droplets on the glass panes. “here” he slid back the money “huh, this is the exact amount i gave you? wait, did you pay? whatever free food!” 

the corners of seungmin’s mouth rose up at yn’s antics. “we can study after we eat.” 

“okay.”

————— ୨୧ —————

the waiter set down the drink and the plate of fries “minnie, tell her she forgot the other shake” yn whispered “i only ordered one.”

“yah! kim seungmin, if you didn’t want a shake you could’ve just said so! what do you want to drink, i’ll buy it.”

“no, i want to share the shake.” he shook his head in such a nonchalant manner.

yn’s face went flush ‘I’M GONNA SHARE A SHAKE WITH HIM?!’ 

“ugh so eager to kiss me, just say it no need to be so obvious about it.” grabbing a fry from the cheap plate.

“if i asked you, would you say yes?” he smirked till a sting of coughs exited yn’s mouth, shrill horror growing on seungmin’s feature.

finally calming down, yn looked straight in seungmin’s eyes to see if he was lying or not “maybe i would '' they went to drink the milkshake.

“okay then, do you want to kiss me at least?” he grabbed the same straw that yn had just drank from. 

“hmm i don’t know… why don’t we talk about this outside?” they said, mischief written all over their face.

“but it's raining.” seungmin resembling a lost puppy. “so? you don’t want to kiss me under the rain? okay kim seungmin, your lost.” they shrugged before getting up.

seungmin follows behind, yn leading him to the back of the diner.

in the middle of the empty parking lot as rain taps their bodies, seungmin leans in “ah ah ah, not yet, i have something to say.” 

seungmin rolls his eyes, “be quick, i’m getting cold.”

“do you like me?” was that even a question? why would kim seungmin, of all people, ask you if he could kiss you?

“well more of love if you think about it. i’ve loved you since the day you hid behind my body when we were eleven because hyunjin was chasing you down, the way you wrapped your arms around me and even after that felt like heaven, and i never want to do anything else other than stay in your arms till i die. i’ve spent 10 years loving you, and i want to spend more of my life loving you because in the end it’ll always be you and no one else. since we were 11 i’ve learnt to love you, and my love for you only grows more and more everyday.”

and it didn’t need words for yn to exchange their feelings, in fact two soft lips landed on seungmin’s. it felt so soft and it was as if butterflies had swarmed both their bodies, the cold rain couldn’t compete as they were so red.

“ugh you’re so sappy, it makes me sick. who knew kim seungmin could be such a hopeless romantic, and a hopeless romantic for me!” 

“if you’re tired of me being sappy then i’ll stop.”

yn stared longingly into seungmin’s eyes, placing a quick peck on his lips once more “i could never get tired of you.” they wrapped their hands around his neck as he wrapped his around their waist.

————— ୨୧ —————

ln yn and kim seungmin could be seen walking through the dormitory with a lovesick expression and hands attached, their soaked study notes that could no longer be read in their bags.

“yah, you’re both soaking! go get dried!” hyunjin throws a towel at the two. “just let them be in love and then they’ll get sick, and then be sick and in love.” minho scrolled mindlessly through his phone. “god you guys make me sick.” jeongin walks past them.

“i’m so cold.” seungmin whispers “let’s go cuddle, yeah? i’ll take a shower first.” yn ran to seungmin’s room before he could respond.

ah he’s waited for this for so long and finally, yn was his yn and he was their seungmin.

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