#also I just realized it’s L-melodie and not i-melodie

[herbalsingularitea]

I’ve never played Baldur’s Gate 3 but my internet experience has been forcibly injected with Astarion content cause ofc it has,,

And every time I see him I can’t help but think of Jack Frost

Like not just how he looks but his mannerism, his snark and sass, his fruity swagger, it’s all SO Jack,, especially @lmelodie ‘s Jack, it’s so himmm

[charmercharm3r]

Hihi! I really like your writings. 💕

I would like to make a request. One for ot8.

I would like to know the boys' reaction when you moan their name in your sleep. Like, you're best friends with so and so member and your sleeping over and you're having a wet dream and you moan their name out loud. What would their reaction be? What would they do? Would they say something to you or keep it to themselves? Would they make a move?

If you do this request, thank you so much! 💕

And if not, no worries and thank you nonetheless. 💕

i kept this in the vault for TOO LONG im sorry

Masterlist

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chan is a slut for you. S. L. U. T. even if you don’t know it. everyone knows this man is a night owl, so to get in your channie-time, you stay up with him a couple nights a week. one of those days happens to be in his bedroom. while he’s on a roll with this melody that’s stuck in his head, he’s humming into the microphone and has his big ass headphones on, so he doesn’t see you start to drift off. but when he finally returns to the outside world, he hears you mumbling in your sleep. you look so cute wrapped up in his bed, blanket tucked under your chin and taking up the entire single pillow he has. then you do it again, more intelligible this time. is that… his name?? he doesn’t do anything to stop you or wake you up. hard as a fucking rock, excuses himself to take a cold shower and get rid of the filthy thoughts swimming in his head. little does he realize that his mic is still recording. only later the next day when he’s going over the project does he catch the small moans in the background. those get put in an extra secret, extra secure folder on his phone. just for him, his hand, and the late, late night.

minho is the most straight forward out of all of them. he warned you, he didn’t want you to fall asleep in the first place because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep fighting off the stupid warm bubbling in his belly cus you’re so damn cute. you always thought he was being his normal teasing self whenever he’d tell you, “stop falling asleep around me, i’ll fall in love with you, i swear.” no way did he have a crush on you, too. refusing to admit it, you fall asleep in his bed one night anyways. doesn’t get hard cus he’s in shock and almost bursts into laughter at you moaning his name in your sleep. not because he thinks you’re funny, but because he can’t believe you’re actually doing it. of your own free will— well, as much free will as you have when you’re unconscious. wakes you up immediately by tapping the pillow you lay on. his face is right in front of yours with the most serious look on his face. you don’t remember the dream, but still, he won’t let you sleep until you admit what you did >:(

changbin would wake you up immediately. what the fuck do you mean, you moan his name in your sleep?! this whole time?! he’s not gentle about it, his cute aggression a lot stronger now that he knows you feel the same. it was the first time you’d fallen asleep in front of him, and this happens?! he would’ve made you stay over more often if it would’ve led to this. cus he kisses you as soon as you confess that yes, you’re incredibly into him and care for him more than a friend. things get steamy, but you’re still half asleep! it is the a.m., after all. don’t worry, he doesn’t wanna move too fast. you’re the needy one (his words), so he’ll do all the work for now. some nice, desperately in love head for the first of many mind numbing orgasms, it practically rocks you back to sleep. this time, with him cuddled up beside you.

hyunjin knew it from the beginning. he’s intuitive when it comes to other people’s feelings and emotions, is also very emotionally mature. it helps that he knows you so well. falling asleep in his bed, you can’t help the wet dreams when he’s a dream personified. light touches of his fingertips over the outline of your body from your head to your ankles, not wanting to disturb you but also not being subtle. you mumbling his name in your sleep solidifies that you want him just as bad, he can’t pass up the opportunity! brushing your hair with his fingers softly, that wakes you up but only enough to know that it’s him touching you. he’d come in close to press a kiss to your cheek and you think that it’s just a sweet gesture, until he comes in closer and closer to your lips. oops, now you’re making out— and you don’t wanna stop. he’ll stick his hand down your sleep shorts, let you use him however you’d like, but that’s as far as he’ll go until you’re more of a sound mind. would love if he could kiss you until he fell asleep, too.

jisung is another one where you think he’s kidding every time he tells you he’s in love with you. he says it to everyone! he pretends to kiss all of his friends! except he only started doing it to mask how much he liked you. a movie night with him turned into a slumber party, you on the couch and him on the floor in front of you. when you fall asleep on your belly, one hand hanging off the edge and it whacks him in the face, then he hears the slightly incoherent murmurs of you saying his name. ohhh he’s hit the jackpot now, and bricked up like no fucking other. would kiss the inside of your palm to softly wake you up, except you’re deep in this dream and need a bit more than that to come back to reality. slips a hand under the back of your shirt to feel your warm skin and he almost melts cus you say his name louder, consciously. at least, semi. would— and will— rut against the side of the couch when you lead his hand down the back of your shorts to feel how much you want him. rips the fucking fabric off you immediately and goes to town just like that. does not care whatsoever if it’s an unconventional position for a first intimate moment together, he wants you. and later intends to make it clear that he will not try to kiss his friends anymore if you say you’ll date him.

felix is so timid when it comes to romantic relationships, so his mouth is like a vault locked and sealed away when he hears you moan his name in your sleep. however, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pitch a tent in his pants, cus holy hell is he fucking hard. he isn’t shy when it comes to anything sexual, though. you two are close! so close that he feels comfortable enough to roll onto his back and pull his dick out of his underwear and dry fist himself to the sounds of your pretty whimpers for him. does he feel guilty? a little. would he do it again? absolutely. cums hard when your hips start to twitch slightly as though you’re reaching your own peak within the dream. will he be confessing after this? maybe, maybe not. who knows if he can even look you in the eyes again.

seungmin would also wake you up as soon as you say his name even just once. he’s not sweet about it, but he doesn’t make you feel like shit. kinda teases you and goads you into annoyedly confessing that yes, you have a massive fucking crush on him and yes, you were having a wonderful wet dream until he decided to ruin it. raises his eyebrows and smirks, “a wet dream about me,” as if you didn’t already fucking know that. asshole. kisses you to make you stay and forgive him for waking you up, but won’t outwardly admit he likes you back. intends on showing you that the feelings are reciprocated by making you cum on his fingers and in his mouth, “isn’t the real thing better? should’ve been having wet dreams about me this whole time.” “i have been.” “good to know. now, think you can handle more? one for each dream you’re gonna tell me about. who knows? maybe i’ll be nice enough to make it come true.”

jeongin is more flustered than you are when he accidentally falls off the bed and wakes you during his attempt at escaping. he’s only embarrassed because he’s hard as fuck and should not be thinking about his best friend like that— even if you’re thinking the same about him. it’s wrong! it’s immoral! and that’s why it turns him on so much. when you jolt awake to see him on the floor clutching his dick, he gets red in the face and ultimately admits that he was listening to you whimper his name in your sleep. it’s you who makes the first move and invites him back to bed, making him lay beside you while reassuring him that it’s okay to feel this way. he’s not doing anything wrong when you feel exactly the same. uh oh, you’re leaning in, does he kiss you? he wants to so bad. you’re so warm and smell so good. shivers covers his body when you trail your hand towards his waistband and simultaneously guide one of his towards your aching center. who would’ve thought a routine sleep over would’ve ended in the two of you hand fucking each other until you were kissed breathless and eventually fell back asleep in one another’s arms? he definitely didn’t.

[mo0nfairy]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ UNCHAINED MELODY, PART THREE !

summary :: surviving raccoon city together, you catch the affections of leon kennedy, ada wong, jill valentine, and carlos oliveira. six years later, you reunite with them and realize their obsession with you has increased tenfold.

chapters :: the masterlist.

word count :: 6.4k

content warnings :: mdni! yandere!leon, yandere!ada, yandere!jill, yandere!carlos, suicidal themes, grief/death, weapons, violence, blood, maladaptive daydreaming, implied masturbation, drugging, kidnapping, unhealthy & unrealistic religious themes.

carlos oliveira's yandere traits are . . .

worshiper, delusional, & nurturing

──── Carlos Oliveira hates the scent of ink. Yet still, his hands are covered in the excess of the relentless use of such.

It stains everything. His ragged clothes, his fingers, the top secret documents he couldn't be bothered to care after. Despite his loathing of the material, it somehow seems to follow him with every step he walks. It doesn't take away the sheer relief he feels when he uses the same ink to jot down everything in his journal. While Carlos is far from home and occupied with his position as a Corporal, he fills pages upon pages of entries assigned to you. From how he swore he heard your laughter at lunch that day to obsessive hours spent writing your name over and over again, he finds it soothing, in an odd sense. Everything the ink touches revolves around you in some shape or form.

Y/N L/N. The name he will never forget.

Carlos remembers your aromatic sweat, your intoxicating breath, your perfumed skin; he will never forget how you ended his life in Raccoon City. It was persephonic, the last day of his life. Through the maze of chaos and gore, he found you, his little taste of heaven before he would face his demise. However, he is still shamefully alive. And selfishly, Carlos wishes that he had died that night. He should be grateful, as insinuated by the thousands of innocent lives lost and his family thanking the universe for sparing their boy. But, he just isn't. He can't, as much as he tries.

Even though his heart still beats, something within him has been dead for these past five years. He tries to heal his soul which decomposes with every day that goes by, but his efforts are brought to no avail. As much as he attempts to write out the fairytale he desperately wishes would materialize into reality, the truth sits and rots beneath a canopy of pretty lies.

You are dead and there is nothing he can do about it.

If Carlos thinks too much about it, he'll be brought to tears. And he can't afford another days-long meltdown filled with unruly sobbing and staggering guilt. He just can't. Instead, he defiles his brain with dreams of you that he deludes himself into believing are real. Writing his sweet spouse letters while he is away from home, buying you trinkets and clothes from foreign places, and leaving behind warm plates of food for you to enjoy. The truth of your well-being dances in the back of his head like a ghost in an attic. However, fully acknowledging you are gone would just about kill him. Carlos will prolong it as long as it can, no matter how fast the inevitable truth gains on him.

"My honey, My sweet, My lover. I will be home soon. Please wait for me, my bumblebee." Ink stains Carlos' fingers as he jots down yet another letter to you. He wonders if you also hate the way ink stains your fingers when you finally write back to him. His heart swells when he imagines you receiving his letter all safe and cozy in the home you share together. One day, he'll receive a letter back from you. The ghost of the truth lurks in the mind, but he turns his back to it. One day, he'll receive a letter back from you.

Five years without you and all that sunshine and wit he used to possess has depleted. Now, it's impossible to know when the ticking time bomb that is Carlos Oliveira may explode.

Unbeknownst to his peers, every emotion expressed is a manifestation of you, whether good or bad. After working the day away, Carlos becomes agitated after such treacherous hours without being able to bathe his mind in the light of you. The anger suffocates whatever room he walks into, causing the people within to recoil from the energy alone. No one has forgotten the time when a few colleagues had poked the bear after a single day Carlos spent unable to return to the thought of you. This inevitably caused an hour-long outburst of broken bones, furniture thrown about, and an eruption of unconsolable tears and horrifying threats. The memory still sends goosebumps across the skin of witnesses and no one has dared to cross the man ever since.

All Carlos needs is to venture back to the lustrous haven within his head. Just you and him, together in extraterrestrial bliss. It's all he needs, please let him have it.

All he needs is indulge in the heavenly sights of you at this moment. Instead of the blood-stained reality that is his life, let him spend his days out in the wild with you. Breezy Summer days where the sun beats down and soaks you in its golden, empyrean hues. Carlos sits with his back against the trunk of a willow tree and you lay on a blanket with your head resting in his lap. The enchanting, peaceful state he has found himself in is almost enough to lull him into a slumber. But, how could he dare shut his eyes when the astonishing sight of you sits right before him? Carlos traces his fingers among the tracings of sunlight that peek through the branches and rest upon your face. Beautiful. How irrevocably, indubitably, catastrophically beautiful you are.

A picnic out in an empty field where the day would be spent letting the world fall away as he looks down on the love of his life. Your lips, ever-so appetizing, are dusted with sugar from the numerous treats Carlos made for this exact date. His hand cups your cheek and he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, your smile growing in response. And the way it tugs on his heartstrings is almost as if your mere happiness was playing him like a string instrument. He gazes at you with so much wonder, it's practically baffling how in love a man could be. You offer him a bite of the pastry in your hand, but he declines. The heat of the season's temperatures and the burning love within Carlos is more than enough to keep him satiated.

Safe, content, and alive with love. There couldn't be a more perfect way to describe this precious moment with you. Safe, content, and alive with love.

A hand waving in his face brings him back to his unforgiving reality. No more sunshine, no more birdsong, no more you. The dread that permeates his entire being could rival the pain of being stabbed in the heart. Carlos jumps in surprise and casts his eyes upward to find Tyrell, whose worried eyes peer at him through the glasses perched on his nose. His body is tense, terrified of treading over a boundary and causing another outburst. Only this time, he fears the several guards with syringes that were able to make him comply before would fail this time. And Tyrell wouldn't be able to escape Carlos' wrath with his life.

However, in the head of Carlos, he can't fathom why his colleague was suddenly so afraid of him. Maybe it was the way his expression was entirely unconscious. Maybe it was the way his eyes were wide and distant, in a completely different world. Maybe it was the way his lips would twitch into a smile that would be deemed creepy or maybe it was how he whispered unintelligible sentences under his breath. All of this remains unknown to Carlos, as he was far too busy in la-la-land to pay attention to his surroundings. Tyrell then motions to the ground, where Carlos finds how his pen had managed to roll across the floor and how his journal was now sitting face-down against the concrete. When did he drop those?

"Are you okay, man?" The question echoes as if he was standing miles away from him. Is he? Is he ok? These days, it never really feels like it. Only when he can escape to his paradise does he truly feel okay.

"You kept saying something. Over and over again." Carlos can barely render the words spoken by his friend.

"Y/N. Who is that-?"

Something snaps within Carlos. The fireworks you have ignited inside him have been snuffed out like a cigarette; the skipping of his heart trips over itself like a child sprinting down a jagged sidewalk. Your name alone sitting on someone else's tongue is more than enough to send him spiraling into an envious frenzy. You've never even met this poor man, but Carlos' brain infests his thoughts with visions of you and Tyrell together. This parasite paints images of you in the same field, in each other's arms, hopelessly devoted to one another. Happy with one another. And the stifling jealousy practically makes Carlos maniacal. It should be him, it should be him. He doesn't deserve it, but it should be him with you. Not Tyrell, never him, please not him please choose me please just choose me I will do anything baby please-

Carlos doesn't even think before he's swinging his right arm back and surging it forward to Tyrell's face. He can't win, he can't win, he can't. Permeating pain flashes like a flickering light and it courses through his entire arm. This sudden flare of weakness grants Tyrell the opportunity to block the attack before it lands. He now just stares at his friend in complete horror. Carlos falls to the floor of the infirmary and inspects the source of pain, finding that his right bicep has been covered in thick gauze. What was once white and clean is now tattered with blood-red stains. The memories hit him like a train. How could he have forgotten? Was he so caught up in his fantasies that he failed to recall what happened mere hours ago?

One of the most prominent and more so realistic fantasies (in his opinion) Carlos has is of you in heaven, watching over him like his own personal guardian angel. To finally accept your death would shatter him entirely, but to think of how your soul has lived on and is now living in promised eternal bliss calms his stuttering heart. His relentless acknowledgment of this fantasy has caused disastrous side effects, however. Behind the scenes, he has caught himself on many occasions contemplating death. To indulge in his demise and to see you on the other side, Carlos knows it shouldn't make him this exhilarated. Still, he continues to wallow in the celestial phenomenon of joining you in the clouds.

He refuses to fulfill these suicidal tendencies for the sole reason of how you'd perceive him afterward. You had ever so bravely lost your life to the wreckage of Raccoon City; you died a fucking warrior. Whom would Carlos be if he simply ended the torment by slitting his wrists? The echo of your voice barking of how much of a coward he'd be for killing himself over such dramatic, puny reasons makes Carlos recoil in shame. This obsession of his has accelerated to a degree where he'll purposely slack off during missions, hoping that he'll be fatally caught in the crossfire. A bullet through the brain and he'd wake up beside you, where you'll praise him for his bravery and how he died a hero.

To reunite with you — that is the only thing Carlos could ever want.

Today was no different. Yet, while his comrades shout for him to take cover and question why he is being such an idiot, it finally happened. Barrelling through the air is a bullet, which buries itself into the flesh of his right arm. The force sends Carlos to the ground. When others try to take hold of him and drag him to safety, he swats them off like they're nothing but pesky mosquitoes on a humid July afternoon. And he laughs so loudly and so manically, it could almost convince the enemy that the Corporal is secretly the Joker.

It all makes sense now. You had broken your right arm five years ago and now, Carlos has been shot in the exact same arm. This must be you! This must be your way of lending your hand through the sky, guiding him to join you in heaven! You are here with him and Carlos can't restrict the genuine smile and streaming tears from forming on his face. Now, however, the wounds your tender heart left have now been cared for. These doctors have defiled your mark on him; they have sullied the gift you have so kindly given him. And the fury that bubbles inside of Carlos in response is nothing short of harrowing.

Through the heaving breaths of the man he once considered to be his friend, Tyrell finally speaks up with a waver in his voice. "You-You need help, Carlos. I don't know who Y/N is, but-"

"YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Carlos' outburst explodes and the ringing of it settles like a blast wave. It bounces off the walls and reverberates through the ears of both men.

The anger is practically palpable. What Tyrell failed to notice through that rageful veneer was the pieces of Carlos' broken heart that lies beneath. With every passing second, this phantom within him reminds him of the state of your well-being. You're dead, you're gone, I won't see you ever again. With naivety Carlos excuses as the truth, he continues to ignore this voice. He has been stuck in a five-year-long chase with his logic and will continue running for five more if he needs to. And slowly but surely, this endless race is tearing him apart.

Tyrell leaves without so much as another breath. One question stays heavy on his mind, though. Whoever you are, Y/N, what the fuck have you done to him?

The patient must be given PTO to avoid another breakdown that could potentially accelerate into lethal violence — that was the "excuse" the doctors gave to the Sergeant regarding Carlos' wellbeing. This leaves him here. Alone and driving back to his estate. Meanwhile, his brain is blooming with iridescent fantasies he claims to be memories. Driving home to you after a long day of work and bringing you all the money and love you could ever ask for. He wonders, would you wait for him to come home? Would he find you asleep on the sofa, succumbing to your drowsiness before he'd be able to open the door? Or would you be in the bedroom? The soft glow of the lamp light framing your face as you peel back the covers, welcoming him into your idyllic embrace?

The tires of his car begin to skid off the road. Carlos is brought out of his imagination, where he then jerks the vehicle back into its proper position in the lane. You may just be the death of him, he muses. And when he finally arrives home, he tries to ignore the love letters he sent to you piling in the mailbox, the trinkets and clothes he bought you collecting dust, and the dinner he left for you that is now putrid and overwhelmed with mold. He tries to avoid how much it actually kills him. But still, this aching sense of dread rots in the pit of his stomach. It isn't until he glances at the calendar pinned on the wall does the devastation finally settle like fresh snow.

The date today was September 28th, 2004.

Six years.

It's been six years since he survived Raccoon City; it's been six years since he met you and lost you on the same night. This isn't the first revelation that comes to mind, though. Instead, he feels absolutely mortified by his own negligence. It's your sixth-year anniversary, how could he have forgotten? What kind of person, boyfriend, husband is he to forget this day? He should have brought home chocolate, flowers, shit, maybe even taken you on a month-long vacation to a resort across the world. God, how could he be so fucking stupid? You two could have been at each other's side during the most important day of the year (besides your birthday, of course). But no, he just had to get so caught up in his head that he forgot the anniversary of the day that made him the man he is today.

Another epiphany, one of the much more luminescent standards, hits Carlos once again. This must be why you had never written back to him. You aren't dead, you're simply upset with him! All the letters, all the gifts, all the plates of food, everything you have neglected — it was just your way of expressing your anger. Ha, take that, brain! And despite the circumstances, Carlos imagines the scowl on your face and is absolutely giddy from the vision alone. You're upset with him, yes, but you're alive. His sweet lover is here with a beating heart and an angry head. And God, does it make Carlos practically shiver with glee.

He then storms through his house, looking into every nook and cranny in search of you. "Y/N? Honey? Honey, it's me! Look, I know you're upset, but I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you!"

"Where would you like to go? Hawaii? Paris? Shit, Italy? Wherever you'd like, Y/N!" With each room left devoid of you, that wrenching misery returns piece by piece and yanks on what is left of his heart. His voice begins to crack as he continues to shout for you. "Y/N, please! Please come out, honey! I'll do anything, Y/N... Please..."

Carlos then collapses to the hardwood floor, his body crushed with the sobs now protruding from his chest. Tears pour down his cheeks with uncontrollable force before landing on the ground beneath. And he cries so violently that he fears his ribcage may shatter from the force of it alone. He can't accept it, he can't, he can't, he can't. Even if this is what the rest of his life looks like, just veiling the truth with delusional fantasies, Carlos will never face the honest conclusion. He just can't.

"Please, bumblebee... I need you..." It's a final, desperate prayer. For your presence or for mercy, Carlos isn't exactly sure which.

He then digs beneath the collar of his shirt and fishes out the necklace he has worn for six years now. Swung upon a rusted chain is the charm of a bumblebee, the yellow and black shades now decayed with age. Carlos (as forgetful as he now realized he is today) will never forget when he first received the necklace. It was right before you had boarded the subway train that would eventually lead to your departure from life. How you enveloped him in your sugar-sweet hug and the way your natural musk sat on your skin still drives him nuts after all these years. The memory brings him great comfort on restless nights spent tossing and turning in bed.

At that moment, however, he never realized how constricting his hold was on you until he hears something snap. Opening his eyes and awakening from the stupor of his cartoon-esque infatuation, he finds how he had underestimated his strength and crushed the clasp of your necklace. The state of your beloved jewelry piece is left oblivious to you. Carlos wasn't given a second to process what had happened before you're peeling your arms off of him and boarding the train. In his hands are the remnants of the necklace you left behind.

The insect symbolizes perseverance, which he finds is a perfect way to describe his life today. Persevering through every day until he can finally let his body rest six feet under; persevering through every day until he can join his honey, his bumblebee through the gates of heaven. Carlos presses another kiss of millions to the pendant as he sits in his lonely house, pretending it is your skin beneath his lips instead of the rusted metal. His heart is shattered, his body is weak, and his brain is infested with every kind of mayhem he has ever known, but he will push through it. He will push through any and all kind of chaos knowing you are at the end of the finish line. Waiting for him.

The quick tune of an email alert brings Carlos out of his lovesick, grief-burdened daze. Suddenly being torn away from the thought of you makes rage flood through his veins. He stomps over to shut his computer off, maybe even throw the monitor against the wall in the process. When he catches a glimpse of what is on his computer, he hesitates. A loud gasp then escapes from him.

On his computer is an email from an old friend.

Carlos is able to fly into the country in less than twenty-four hours. He has to take several deep breaths in order to eradicate the black dots dancing in his vision as he races to Jill's apartment. Seeing her face and the present relief in her expression, the all-too-overwhelming revelation settles. Carlos is surprised he hadn't blacked out right there on her doorstep in response. It's time to finally get you back.

And just like Jill and Carlos had orchestrated after two weeks of planning how they'd release you from Umbrella's clutches, one sip of the cup of tea in your hands and you were out like a light. Your collapse was harsh, evident in the loud thud that permeated when you landed. Fortunately, you had your blanket-cape there to cushion your fall. It doesn't stop the two from bursting the bathroom door open and rushing to your aid, however.

Without your knowledge, Jill and Carlos then proceed to take you far, far away from the place you had once called home.

"What the fuck?"

Despite knowing you were sleeping soundly just several rooms over, your sudden presence still manages to have their breath locked in their throat. The way you look at one another contradicts each other in such discrete ways, it's almost comical. You're hyperventilating, staring at the scene in front of you with eyes blown in crazed shock. Six years of grieving through the most traumatic night of your life, why is it now you find out they have been alive this whole time? These two, however, stare into your soul with so much wonder, you're almost convinced they thought they were looking at some sort of mythological creature. It's almost as if they're hypnotized. No movement, no response — just pure amazement at the sight of you alive and looking at them with eyes full of life.

It isn't until you take a cautious step back does it trigger them to escape their state of captivation. You venturing further away from them, even just a pace — they can't let it happen. Never again. While Jill resorts to calmly approaching you as if you were a stray cat, Carlos makes an abrupt dash for you. You take several more steps backward before the man you presumed to be dead became inescapable. With another onslaught of tears brimming in his eyes and a whimper fleeing from his throat, Carlos practically tackles you into a tenacious embrace.

The hold he has on you is ridden with disbelief and desperation. He's shaking against your body like an Autumn leaf drifting through the wind. Burying his nose further into your neck, he inhales the musk that sits on your skin as if he had been trapped underwater and you were a pocket of air. God, Carlos wasn't even able to look at you for more than one second before he started blubbering like a baby. The man is so absorbed in the moment of finally reuniting with you, he almost misses it when Jill smacks him on his arm and growls through clenched teeth for him to "get his fucking shit together." But, Carlos refuses to budge. He is ready to beg Jill to let him stay here, to please let him revel in the fact that this isn't another fantasy someone will wake him out of.

He somehow nestles his face further into the crook of your neck and brings your body closer to his, almost as if he was trying to mold you together as one. And at this moment, Carlos has yet another revelation. Years upon years of imagining what heaven looks like, he was entirely incorrect. There are no clouds, no birdsong, no vibrant gardens. This. Right here in this moment, this is what heaven is. To have you, the partner of his dreams, so close to him is nothing short of heavenly. For six years, he has dreamed of this moment. And if he were to die at this moment, Carlos would be elated to know he died the happiest he has ever been in his whole life.

Meanwhile, you're thrashing in the tight hold of his constricted strength. It's almost hard for you to breathe with how hard he’s squeezing you. The woman you see over his shoulder is collected, but only a fool would miss the way her shoulders tense and nostrils flare with rage (and a sliver of possessiveness, too). She receives your silent plea and grabs a fistful of his mop-head of hair, using all the might in her arm to pull him away from his own bear hug. Carlos reluctantly loosens his grasp on your form. However, he then resorts to checking you for any and all signs of life.

The past six years have been spent dodging the logical answer to your disappearance. Now, however, the sight of you alive is just too good to be true. He begins thoroughly checking your body for a pulse, listening intently to any irregularities in your heartbeat. Anything to assure him you are actually alive and breathing. When every sign and question points to 'yes' over if you are here, Carlos can hardly contain it. Finally seeing you walking, looking, talking, alive — it's like the crescendo of a beautiful song.

Jill, as collected as she is, does not differ from Carlos' state of emotion very much. She has thought of this moment at least a million times, rehearsing every syllable and breath to make the moment all the more perfect. Now, however, every perceivable thought in her head was robbed the second you entered the room. How desperately she wishes to reassure your safety, inform you of the lies you were told, and vow to never let another soul lay a single hand on you ever again. But, with her racing heart and this grizzly bear of a man latched to you like a leech, her idea of the perfect reunion has been spoiled. Still, for six years she has longed for this. Whether it's a steamy kiss beneath the moonlight or caught in Carlos' mess of tears, she couldn't be more elated to finally have you again.

Much to your dismay, your empty stomach then grumbles its frustrations into the silent air. In response, your face grows warm in embarrassment. You had been so occupied with the current events and battling your shock, the dinner you had missed out on the night before had gone overlooked. The two, however, react much differently to your perceptible hunger than you. Without a mere second to waste, they're fawning over you as if you were some powerful deity and they were your humble, loyal servants. Their infantilizing treatment of you makes your skin burn with even more heaps of humiliation.

"Oh? Are you hungry? I've almost finished breakfast!" Carlos breaks physical contact to return to the stove and you have to restrain yourself from expressing your perceptible relief.

"I... I didn't have dinner last night." With an exhale of dry laughter, your attempt to lighten the mood only does the opposite. How could they have let you go hungry? They brought you here to care for you the way they deserve and they have already failed!

A gentle hand on your lower back causes you to jump in startlement. You find Jill beside you, who helps guide your trembling legs to the kitchen table. Though, it doesn't take a genius to notice the way her hand lingers. Finally free of any unsolicited touch, you sit down at the end of the table. The only way you can bring yourself to any state of ease is to ignore the relentless cooing of the woman beside you and the furious scraping of a spatula against a pan. Almost as if Carlos was speeding through the process of cooking in order to get back to you sooner. Jill then sits beside you, taking your hands into hers. Being free of physical contact was good while it lasted, you joke to yourself.

"You're real... You're real, my butterfly, you're real." Jill indulges in the reality of your genuine touch, before shaking her head as if to wobble her rationality back in place.

A plate is soon served before you. And it is easily the most delectable dish you had ever seen; it looked like something straight out of a magazine, despite the frivolous efforts made by the chef. A gourmet omelet sits in front of you, steam pervading the air in invading your nostrils with its mouth-watering aroma. Adorned with spinach, tomato, and feta cheese, you could have easily downed the delicious serving in one gulp. Nausea swaying in your stomach like a boat on sea prevents you from doing such. You thank Carlos through stuttering breaths and almost miss the way his body softens from receiving your gratitude.

Always so possessive, Jill reverts your attention back to her. "There is so much you are unaware of, Y/N. But, we're here to help. You don't have to be afraid a second longer." Her reassurance does little to calm your nerves. "Right, Carlos?" He only nods weakly, completely dazed as he stares at you in adoration. Had he even heard what she said?

"We will not let anything happen to you." The gravity of her statement practically touches your bones with its weight. It scares you, the severity of the declaration.

Terrified of angering them (even though there is not a single thing you could do that would ever irritate them), you grasp the fork laid out for you on the pristine table. Your efforts are halted by Carlos, who sits down beside you, opposite of Jill. To satiate his gnawing need for you to be close, he pushes his chair to touch yours until you are both shoulder-to-shoulder. After all, you must be so terrified upon being kidnapped by such an evil corporation. It is his touch and comfort you need to lull you back into a place of tranquility, he's sure of it.

Carlos then takes the fork from your hands, nearly passing out when your thumb grazes his hand. To your horror, he plucks some food onto the utensil and holds it up to your lips, ushering you to let him feed you. Almost as if this was some romantic anniversary or something. Reluctantly, you open your mouth and let him place the bite of food on your tongue. And you would be a liar if you said this wasn't the most delicious meal you have ever eaten. Your tastebuds adorned in succulent food and flavorful seasoning, you joke that this dish is compensation for all the turmoil this morning has brought.

Slowly, as Carlos was painfully milking the moment for as long as he could, your hunger is satiated. The joy he garners from merely feeding you radiates off of him like a campfire against the dark night brume. Once the plate is wiped clean of even the smallest crumb (despite your assurances to him that you were full), Jill then wipes the corner of your mouth with her thumb. Your holy attention is reverted back to Carlos when he pokes your lips with a straw, once again, ushering you to let him nourish your stomach. "To wash it down" he excuses, with far too much exhilaration hanging heavy in his tone.

Indulging in the cold, fresh water as it cascades down your throat, you miss how Jill brings her thumb, now adorned with bits of food and your saliva, into her mouth. And she just relishes in the absolute taste of you. Her vision goes hazy and her eyelids droop from the ecstasy. She would have let herself completely fall into the arms of enrapturing oblivion if it weren't for the fact you were right beside her. Carlos takes notice, however, and a sneer forms on his lips as he looks at her in disgust. Jill bites her tongue, holding herself back from pointing out how he is no different. So easily, she could inform you of how after your intimate bath together, she found him inhaling your sweater with his eyes rolled back into his skull and his hand stuffed into his pants. If she were to voice this, however, the man would easily throw himself over the table and attack her like a feral animal. She can handle him, but you don't need even more stress.

Upon being thrust into the middle of this mess, the only thing you can do is watch as the obsession of Jill and Carlos play out before your very eyes. And the physical manifestation of your return has caused disastrous consequences. Six years and you're ashamed to say you have forgotten what their facial features looked like. The memory remains as a blurred, distorted mess of blood and grime. An expression of all the trauma you all have endured. Now, however, you'd be damned if those were two expressions you could ever forget.

Carlos and his dark goo-goo eyes, adorned in overwhelming heaps of drowning devotion that could swallow you whole with one glance. They're affixed with teardrops, adding onto everything cherubic, holy about the way he looks at you. Despite the sheer display of sadness leaking from his eyes, his lips exhibit the biggest, most genuine smile you have ever seen in your life. The way he looks at you, it's almost as if God himself had descended from the heavens and graced Carlos with his presence. All from just the mere act of feeding you. It was deranged, you thought to yourself.

His smile vanishes, eyebrows raising as something seems to click in his head. He then takes your right arm gingerly into his grasp, fingers treading amongst the field of goosebumps blossoming on your skin. "Your arm, you poor thing... Are you okay, honey?" The worry in his voice makes you shiver with convulsion. It takes you several seconds to compute that he was referring to the injury you endured six whole years ago.

Jill and her cheeks that are blazon in hues reminiscent of two ripe cherries, appending a sort of childish innocence to her always-stoic expression. The way her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed displayed a sense of fury — presumably toward the man clinging onto you like a lifeline. When she looks at you, however, her features perceptibly soften as if beams of sunlight had enveloped her after years of being in the depths of Winter. It was deranged, you thought to yourself.

"You... You kidnapped me..." Even through all the violence and torment these two have endured, nothing had cut deep than those three words. The waver in your voice, the emotions brimming in your eyes, the trembling frown plastered on your lips. God, it killed them right then and there.

They begin to ramble and deny your accusation. All as if it wasn't a lie coming out of their mouths. And in their heads, it was anything but a lie. They truly believed that they saved you as if it was a genuine fact. Somehow, they manage to inch closer to you. The empty air around you becomes suffused with their waving hands and panicked explanations. All to convince you that they would never hurt you. Never.

"You're upset, Y/N, we understand. But you have to know that this was for your own good!" Jill remains the voice of reason, if that's what you would name it. Meanwhile, Carlos throws shambles of assurances such as, "It's not true!" and "I need you!" your way, hoping that something, anything will mend your fears.

And poor you. So confused, so terrified, so bewildered. All you could want at this moment is to go back twelve hours ago. To leave with your friend the second they entered the room, to scrutinize what in your home had caused you to black out, to burst down the front door and beg the the surrounding security guards to save you. Even though the truth of your “home” simmers just beneath the surface, itching to claw its way out, you still find yourself aching to go back to the way things were. Even if it is all just a fat lie. Anything is better than this.

Miles upon miles away, the three of you are completely unaware of the fourth presence treading closer to their secret. Suspicions high, Tyrell can't help but use some of his free time to venture into why Jill and Carlos had suddenly vanished. For the umpteenth time, he looks through more footage from the security system Jill was so insistent on receiving. And what he finds is horrifying. The two people he had once considered his friends were seen climbing through a window, to where they escape moments later with an unconscious body.

A flare of guilt spreads through him. Unwillingly, he had actively played a part in this. Whoever you were, he felt inclined to take full responsibility for helping these two take this innocent life away. To be kidnapped, murdered, he doesn't know. What Tyrell does know, however, is that he feels to be partially blamed for this. When he does further research, his heart sinks even deeper into the pit of his stomach. Reports of a missing patient were sent around the establishment. Y/N L/N, a potential runaway was actually the body nestled tight in Carlos' arms. He remembers how he had spoken that name and the reaction it garnered from Carlos; he remembers seeing the name on the door of the room Jill relentlessly paid him to receive footage of.

With that, Tyrell reports the incident. An investigation commences and two major clues are found. A shattered mug that had been filled with sedation-induced tea and specks of blood on the bathroom floor that have been tested positive for matching one of the assailants. Now, a manhunt is in play for Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira.

At his desk that was overwhelmed with littering documents, Tyrell eavesdrops on a conversation between his two colleagues.

"You won't believe who they've gotten to take over Carlos' spot for this mission!"

"Who?"

"Leon Kennedy."

⁺ 🎧 , 🪷 ۫ you are currently listening to . . . ⁺ 🪺 , 🎵 ꪆ

THE BONUS TRACK !

❝ WE WERE WILD AND FLUORESCENT

COME HOME TO MY HEART . . . ❞

this is what i imagined the necklace carlos stole borrowed from you to look like. however, you can imagine it as whatever you'd like!

[bedoballoons]

Is your requests still open i just got back on and stuff and i kinda forgot your username did you change it i feel like my memory is getting worser everyday🫠aside from that if you are still doing requests can i maybe request like a reader that has animals following them around because of the calming presence they have around them that they use to comfort the characters at times maybe with a dendro or cryo vision (tighnari, wanderer,lyney,xiao,nuevelle bro what is this mans name and maybe cyno for the last) oh and they are a healer

It did change! My older username was much longer and a randomly generated one so I decided to go with something more personal! Also so happy to see you again! Sorry this took forever to write, but I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Calm like a soft breeze~༺}

CW: Super sweet and fluffy!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Wanderer, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Oh my" Lyney gasped as he caught sight of the fish in the ocean, the lot of them swirling at the bottom of your feet while you searched for shells against the setting sun...the crabs had even started to follow you. You just had that affect on everything, anything that could see your sweet smile...feel the calm collected words that left your lips...they'd be entranced. He himself often got himself watching you with lovestruck eyes, hoping to catch glimpses of just what made you a walking safe place.

"Mon amour, you're one of the most beautiful mysteries of this world, I hope you realize just how many times you leave me in awe..."

"L-lyney...I'm just collecting shel-"

"I know and yet you've even caught the attention of the sea itself...incredible. Absolutely incredible."

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnaris tail swayed slightly as he watched you, he couldn't help but be amazed...more animals gathering around to watch along with him as you intertwined small sticks into a crown. Your soft presence drawing him and every other living thing closer so they could see the culprit behind their newfound peace of mind. He had no clue how you managed to turn even his most stressed days into easy evenings. You truly had to be magical, and not like using a vision type of magic. A magic entirely your own, a spell you cast on anyone who met you.

"You're pretty incredible. I thought today was going terribly and then you turned it around like it had never been bad to begin with...how do you do it?"

"I just go with the flow and comfort you all the ways I can, you're the incredible one and I want to help you feel that way."

"There's no doubt you do."

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, watching as more birds gathered around you...your being radiating a calming aura that even had him feeling like he could lull off into a sweet sleep. "How do you always manage to draw the attention of the birds? You're just humming and yet it feels like you slow the world down so all can feel at peace...even me with my Karmic debt. How?"

"I'm not sure, I just humm the melody in my heart and hope that the birds and you enjoy it. As for being calming...I guess I find it easier to comfort people when I'm like this. Does this help?"

"Yes...I appreciate it. I might actually rest for awhile...if that's alright."

"Of course it is. Rest as long as you can my dear, you deserve it."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer set his hat beside you, laying his head on your lap so he could look up at you while more animals gathered around the both of you. Normally so much attention from the wildlife would leave him annoyed...but you calmed his angry soul so easily. Reading aloud to the creatures of the forest and him while the clouds slowly swayed in the sky...you just left everything feeling safe and cozy.

"I don't know how you do it...but thanks I guess, for making me feel better. Even if you didn't really do anything but read. It helps.."

"If reading to you is what helps then consider it my pleasure."

"...you, are what helps."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette opened the window slightly, allowing the many birds that had been sitting on the sill of it to get a better look at the source of the most wonderful lullaby they'd ever heard. Your voice was like the calming waves of a ocean, the perfect sound washing over him and wrapping him in a comforting warmth he'd needed so badly after his long day at work. He could listen to you for hours and never find your voice dull.

"You're a work of art my dear."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[iovebarca]

Bathed in Love - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: why is economics so boring 🙄

WC: 800+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, fluff with a hint of smut.

summary: In the shower, thoughts of Pablo consume you. You recall your chance meeting and the growing bond between you. Pablo surprises you by joining, and a tender moment follows. Cuddled in bed afterward, you're grateful for your love. With Pablo, every day is an adventure.

send me requests!! ❤️

You step into the shower, the warm water cascading over your body, soothing your muscles after a long day. As you close your eyes, you can't shake off the smile that's been plastered on your face all day. Thoughts of Pablo flood your mind, his laughter echoing in your ears.

It all started when you bumped into him at the coffee shop down the street. A simple accident that turned into a serendipitous meeting. His eyes met yours, and in that moment, it felt like the world stood still. You struck up a conversation, and before you knew it, hours had passed like mere seconds.

Now, every moment without him feels incomplete. You find yourself humming tunes in the shower, melodies that remind you of him. The steam swirls around you as you recall the way his hand felt in yours, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears.

The water pounds against your skin, a rhythm that matches the beat of your heart. With each droplet that falls, you imagine it washing away your worries, leaving only space for thoughts of Pablo.

Lost in your daydreams, you don't hear the bathroom door creak open. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you close. You open your eyes to see Pablo's reflection in the foggy mirror, his smile mirroring your own.

"I couldn't resist joining you," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You turn around in his embrace, your laughter bubbling up like the steam around you. As you meet his gaze, something electric passes between you. Without a word, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss.

Time seems to stand still as you melt into each other, the world outside fading away into oblivion. The water from the shower continues to rain down around you, but all you can feel is the warmth of Pablo's embrace, the softness of his lips against yours.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, you're both grinning like teenagers who've just discovered love for the first time. And in that moment, as you stand there together, you realize the depth of your feelings for each other. It's a vulnerable moment, but also a shared realization that what you have is something truly special.

As you lean your head against Pablo's chest, you're reminded of the first time you met him. It was a rainy afternoon much like this one, and you were both seeking shelter in the cozy warmth of the coffee shop. He had bumped into you accidentally, spilling his drink in the process. But instead of getting upset, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation. That laughter had sparked something between you, a connection that felt inexplicable yet undeniably real.

Since that day, Pablo has become more than just a passing acquaintance; he's become your confidant, your partner-in-crime, your love. Together, you've shared countless moments of joy and laughter, as well as moments of vulnerability and doubt. But through it all, you've only grown closer, your bond strengthening with each passing day.

In the steam-filled bathroom, with Pablo by your side, you realize that love is not just a feeling—it's a promise, a promise to dance in the rain and sing in the shower, together, forever.

As you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, you know that no matter what challenges may come your way, as long as you have each other, you can weather any storm.

After the shower, you and Pablo retreat to the comfort of your bed, wrapped in each other's embrace. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light across the room as you snuggle closer, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You trace lazy circles on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Pablo's fingers weave through your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. In this moment, there are no words needed—just the simple act of being together is enough to fill your heart with contentment.

As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Pablo's arms, you know that tomorrow is a new day filled with endless possibilities. But for now, all you need is this moment, this feeling of being loved and cherished beyond measure.

And as you close your eyes, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, knowing that with Pablo by your side, every day is an adventure waiting to unfold.

[imagineseclipse]

A Pack Of Hearts- Stiles Stilinski x Reader PT1

part two

a/n-this is kind of a rewrite of something I have done before if you know then you know x

-warning this is the slowest of burns.

-also warning x2 strong language

You lay peacefully and undisturbed in your bed, your room was still and silent just how you preferred it. The silence was only broken by the occasional rustle of the curtains, gently swaying with the soft breeze that drifted in from the open window.

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft silver glow across the room, creating a peaceful and soothing atmosphere.

You relaxed back on your bed, allowing the music to wash over you. You closed your eyes, letting the melodies and lyrics transport you to another place in your mind. You took a deep, steadying breath, letting the music completely surround you and quiet you inner thoughts, if only for a little while.

You were content with your solitary lifestyle. You didn’t mind not having many friends; you preferred it that way. You had learned to be self-sufficient and independent from a young age, and had developed a strong sense of self-reliance. You never felt the need to be constantly surrounded by people, and in fact, you found comfort in the solitude that your lack of social circle provided you.

Your peaceful evening was suddenly shattered by the sound of a sharp, persistent knocking at your front door. The unexpected sound caused you to sit up abruptly, breaking your focus on the music and bringing you back to reality. You frowned, annoyed by the interruption to your quiet night.

You tried to ignore the persistent knocking, hoping that whoever was at her door would eventually give up and go away. But as the knocking persisted, you realized that they weren’t going to stop anytime soon. With a frustrated huff, you swung your legs off the bed and stood up abruptly, irritation etched across your features.

“What the hell could you possibly want?”you almost yelled as you fiercely opened your door revealing one very awkward teenage boy. Immediately you recognised him.

Stiles Stilinski stood on your doorstep fumbling around with the zip on his jacket. His clumsy smile falling from his face when he saw how irritated you were. Before he could open his mouth to say anything you interrupted.

“Whatever it is, it’s a big fat no”you rolled your eyes as you began to shut the heavy door in his face.

“Y/n stop, you can’t ignore me forever I just wanted to see if you were busy”Stiles called out, placing his shoe in between the door and the door frame, whining quietly as it got stuck.

“Well I am busy, so go away”you hissed, attempting to shut the door again.

Stiles looked at you with a pleading expression, his foot trapped between the door and the doorframe. He winced as you attempted to slam the door shut, but he didn’t give up. He knew you well enough to know that your stubbornness was just one of the many things he found fascinating about you.

You would deny it but you and Stiles had known each other since you were both in the same class in nursery school. Even then, Stiles had been eager to be your friend, always bringing you his toys that you would throw on the floor in response. As you both grew up, he continued to try to be friends with you, but your aversion to social interaction always seemed to keep him at bay. Despite this, Stiles never gave up on you, always trying to find ways to break through your protective barrier, learning about you from afar.

“Really? You’re busy… I’ve heard one that before”Stiles raised his eyebrows as he folded his arms, daring to question you.

“No im not actually busy, I just want you to leave- maybe take the hint Stilinski”you finally told the truth, sending him a sarcastic smile.

Stiles stared at you for a moment, hesitating for a moment before responding, choosing his next words carefully.

“If you aren’t busy then come and hang out with us I will dri- Stiles ‘too stubborn for his own good’ Stilinski.

“Listen, just because I hung out with you idiots once doesn’t mean that we are friends, My mom met your dad at one parents evening and decided to be friends- it was completely against my will”you explained growing more frustrated.

“You really want to stay in and listen to your music all night?”Stilinski frowned, pointing up at your dimly lit bedroom window. First of all how did he know that. Second of all- Staying in and listening to music all night sounded like a brilliant idea.

“I bet it’s a thousand times better than what you are about to offer”you folded your arms as you leant on the door frame.

“There’s a dead body, in the woods”He breathed out, attempting to mirror your actions and lean on your wooden pole. Missing it entirely.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he would try to entice you with something so morbid. He had always been into those kind of things, solving mysteries, crimes. He took after his father.

“Oh yeah, because finding a dead body is so at the top of my To-Do list tonight”you scoffed out sarcastically, giving him a pointed stare.

“Y/n, no one knows the woods like you do, I’ll be able to find it much quicker with your help and you know that”Stiles groaned, not yet admitting defeat.

Your lips were set in a firm line, of course you knew the woods like the back of your hand. Stiles was desperate to get you to help him search for the dead body, not only did he believe that you were the smartest person he knew, he genuinely wanted you to get out of the house.

Growing up you had spent countless hours alone, exploring the woods and memorizing every nook and cranny of the small town you lived in. You were the best person to help him navigate the vast expanse of woods.

“If I come for an hour at most, will you leave me alone?”you sighed, letting your tense shoulders fall at his words. Stiles nodded quickly, not wanting you to change your mind.

“Two hours?-

“Do not push your luck”you mumbled back before slamming the door in his face. Confused, Stiles lingered outside stepping from one foot to the other awkwardly wondering if he should knock again.

Minutes later and your front door swung open once more, this time your hair was tied up and you had slipped on your favourite sweatshirt.

Stiles's eyes widened as he watched you tie up your shoelaces. He was surprised by how fast you had changed, and a wave of relief washed over him as he realized that he had finally succeeded in his 13 year old plan to befriend you. Well, he had nearly succeeded.

His heart skipped a beat as he took you in, noticing how the familiar sweatshirt hugged your form and how your hair was tied up loosely. Your rogue hairs falling around your face , framing it perfectly. Seeing you prepared to go into the woods with him sent a thrill of excitement and energy up his spine, and he couldn't help but grin at you.

Your vision aligned with his and the feeling that had briefly flickered in your chest was something you weren't used to. It was a foreign sensation, like a small flutter of a bird's wings against your chest. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, leaving you confused and slightly annoyed.

“What are you smiling at, you’re wasting time because your hour of Y/n time started as soon as I crossed the front door”you uttered out as you began to walk towards his jeep.

As soon as you both entered Stiles's jeep, an awkward silence filled the air. You could feel Stiles's excitement radiating off of him, but you did your best to keep your emotions in check. You could sense that Stiles wanted to say something, and you wished so deeply against it.

“We just have one more stop to make”Stiles hummed out, turning the key to start the engine that drowned out your groan.

The car ride was silent, every time Stiles would turn and try to speak to you, you would reach forwards to turn up the music. Trying to avoid painful conversation. Not long after the jeep came to a halt, Stiles couldn’t help but glance over at you.

He took in your focused expression as you nonchalantly scanned the area out of the window, he almost couldn’t believe it, Sitting in the same car as you. Despite the fact that he'd known you his entire life, being in close quarters with you like this was still new.

Stiles quickly glanced away from you, realizing he'd zoned out. His heart rate increased, as if he'd caught himself doing something he shouldn't. He had always known that he found you intriguing, like you were another mystery that needed to be solved but this was something different entirely. Something more profound.

“I-uh-I-sh-”Stiles tried to compose himself as he broke the silence.

“I’m waiting in the Jeep”you spoke out finally, reading his mind.

“I will be five minutes okay?”He leapt out of the car, stumbling and tripping his way around to your side of the vehicle whilst holding up five fingers. A lopsided smile plastered on his face.

He tapped your window, gaining your attention for the what felt like the hundredth time that night. You rolled your eyes, winding down the window.

“And uh- Y/n- don’t leave”his voice came out raspy, your glance flickering over his face.

“You’re my ride home”you deadpanned as you wound the window back up. Pulling out your phone so that you could mindlessly scroll through it whilst you waited.

Almost ten minutes passed before you realised that Stiles hadn’t returned. You glanced out of the window towards Scott's house, feeling a pang of confusion and annoyance when you didn’t see Stiles stood at the front door.

You couldn't wait any longer. The nagging feeling in your gut was growing too strong to ignore. You pushed open the passenger door of the Jeep mumbling profanities under your breath.

Your eyes darting around the dark neighborhood, searching for any signs of movement. Mentally cursing Stiles for his disappearing act.

As you reach Scott's front door, the silence of the night surrounding you was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door abruptly swinging open. Scott stood in the doorway, gripping a bat tightly in his hands. A look of surprise and confusion crossed his face as he saw you standing there, clearly looking for someone. You exchange a glance with Scott, and for a moment, neither of you knew what to say.

Scott Mccall blinked twice, as if trying to clear his vision and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. It wasn’t every day that you showed up unannounced at his doorstep, especially so late at night. Yet, there you were, standing before him, looking slightly out of breath and evidently pissed off.

“Were you the noise that I heard from inside?”Scott walked around you, neither of you asking the relevant questions as he inspected each section of his porch. Clutching the bat close to his chest. Did he even play baseball?

“Clearly”you sighed, wanting to know where Stiles had gotten to. Once Scott was certain that there was no one else nearby he finally turned to you, noticing the disapproving frown playing on your lips.

“How can I help- Scott turns to speak to you, but his words are cut off by a sudden noise that drew both of your attention. You both spun around, only to see Stiles suddenly falling from the roof and hanging upside down from the ceiling. In your synchronized shock, you both let out screams of terror. The teenager next to you clinging onto his weapon for dear life.

You huffed out in frustration as you adjusted your hoodie, Scott lowering his bat as you calmed down. Why and how was he up there?!

“Stiles what the hell are you doing?!” Scott exclaimed, his voice getting louder.

“You weren’t answering your phone, why do you have a bat?”Stiles choked out slightly exasperated.

“I thought you were a predator?!”Scott shot back protesting.

“A pre…What?”Stiles scoffed out, clearly appalled by the implication before turning to you.

“I thought you said you were going to wait in the jeep?”Stiles’ eyes softened whilst yours hardened immensely.

“I thought you said you were going to be five minutes?”you retorted back, folding your arms.

Scott’s eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you before settling on his best friend who was still very much hanging from the ceiling. Realisation dawning upon him.

“Wait, you two came together?”Scott asked aloud, sending Stiles a knowing look, luckily you didn’t see the small smirk dancing on his lips and Stiles nodding proudly to himself.

“I’m starting to wish I hadn’t”you grumbled out, shaking your head.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave fourty-five minutes ago. Dispatch called- they’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police”Stiles changed the subject quickly ignoring your comment.

“For what?”Scott frowned.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods, honestly I’m pretty disappointed in you y/n for not finding it first since you’re always out there doing- whatever it is you do, in the woods…alone”Stiles accused you without actually accusing you.

You responded by lifting your hand, your middle finger standing tall. You were running out of the will to live. Was Stiles Stilinski really going to Out-Sarcasm you?

Stiles reached up to pull himself free of the trellis, landing on his feet in front of you and Scott who still looked extremely confused.

“A dead body?”McCall repeated.

“No, a body of water…Yes dumbass, a dead body?!”Stilinski leant on the railings to look up at Scott with an expression that read ‘what do you think?!’.

You stood in between the two, your mouth falling open as you witnessed the stupidity in front of you, reminiscing about your warm bed that you left behind.

“You mean like murdered?”Scott questioned further, becoming unnerved.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties”Stiles informed you both, climbing over the railings so that he was stood next to you.

“Hold on, If they found the body, then what are they looking for”Scott continued, asking all the right questions.

You watched as Stiles became overwhelmed with happiness as the plot thickened.

“That’s the best part-they only found half”his voice trailed away as he finished the story.

“That’s really quite gross”you grimaced.

“That’s really quite gross and we are really totally going”Stiles’ tone changed patting Scott’s shoulder as he glanced at you making it clear that neither of you had a say in what happens next.

You tried to brush off the sleep that was slowly consuming you as the three of you pulled into the Beacon Hills preserve. The illuminated warning sign in front almost blinding you.

Stiles peered back at you, dropping a flashlight into your lap, noticing your tired eyes and stifled yawns. The motion lit up your phone screen, the time staring you straight in the face.

“Well would you look at that, your hour is up Stilinski it’s home time for me”you perked up, a small smirk growing as you climbed out of the jeep. Stiles holding the door open for you.

“I’m your ride home”Stiles deadpanned mocking the words you had used earlier that evening. Oh, he had gotten you so good.

“We’re seriously doing this?”Scott interrupted the argument that was about to start between the two of you. Tapping his flashlight as it blinked on.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town”Stiles called back at him, his friend following close by trying to catch up with you.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow”you heard Scott answer as your thoughts drifted off, shining your light into the deepest, darkest corners of the woods.

The boys and their conversation drifted out of ear shot. Frozen in place as a sudden noise from the bushes nearby catches your attention. Your heart pounding in your chest, your body tensing as if preparing for something dangerous. Preparing for anything. The soft rustling of leaves and the snap of a twig send a chill down your spine. You scanned the darkness, trying to discern any shapes or movement, but the woods remain eerily still.

You snap out of your frozen state as Stiles's gentle voice breaks the silence. He lightly touches your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. You turn to face him, your heart still beating furiously in your chest.

"Hey, it's okay just me”Stiles says, his voice soft and reassuring. "Don’t fall behind, gotta get you home in one piece” he mumbled out, receiving a silent nod in response.

“Stiles, speaking of pieces just out of curiosity-which half of the body are we looking for?”A third voice spoke up.

The walking buzz cut paused for a brief moment before scoffing quietly. “Huh! I didn’t even think about that”

“And uh…what if whoever killed the body is still out there?”Scott added.

“Also something I didn’t think about”Stiles raised his eyebrow, his flashlight flying around in the air erratically settling on you.

“Could you knock it off?!”you breathed out, bringing your hands up to shield your eyes from the overwhelming light.

“I-eugh, Sorry- just checking”his arms dropping to his sides. You had been very quiet.

The three of you begin to hike up a hill, the incline slowly steepening as you progress. The ground became more uneven, and you had to take care with each step to avoid slipping on the loose rocks and roots beneath your feet.

Stiles leading the way, his flashlight illuminating the trail ahead. Occasionally, the beam of light briefly passed over you and Scott, who climbed closely behind.

“It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail”The boy next to you rolled his eyes.

You began noticing Scott’s breathlessness as you listen to Stiles grumble out a “I know”. His breathing became wheezy and rapid, making you slow down slightly to let him catch up with you.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be holding the flashlight”Scott joked, leaning back against a tree as he pulled out his inhaler.

You silently waited a moment for Scott to compose himself your line of sight switching in between him and Stiles who was further in front.

As you continue hiking, you start to see the beams of flashlights through the trees ahead. A handful of police officers were conducting a search, their flashlights creating bobbing, dancing lights in the darkness.

Stiles whispers urgently to you and Scott, and before you know it you are being dragged to the ground with a surprised yelp, Stilinski sandwiching you in between the two of them.

You all switched off your flashlights in seconds, the three of you bickering in a quiet whisper as you tried to figure out what your next move would be.

Unfortunately for you and Scott, Stiles’ patience eventually wore down, muttering out a ‘fuck it’ before jumping up to his feet. Scott’s eyes widened and it all flashed before your eyes.

“Wait-

“Come on, both of you”Stiles chirped out, grabbing your hand tightly, his fingers wrapping around yours. The touch sends a jolt of surprise through you, he begins to run through the woods, pulling you along behind him.

“Stiles! Y/n! Wait up”you hear Scott cough out from behind you, Stiles more focused on getting as far away as possible.

Your head snapped back, seeing Scott’s shadow get further away. “Stiles maybe we should-“

“Guys!?”

Stiles finally stops running after hearing his best friends pleas. He failed to alert you, sending you crashing into his back with a thud, the split second of distraction caught the attention of a nearby K9 officer.

The loud and aggressive barks startled you, along with the flashlights shining over the two of you. You were in so much trouble.

“Hold it right there”a familiar voice boomed out through the trees. Stiles raised his hands into the air immediately earning himself a lengthy eye roll from yourself.

Sheriff Stilinski appeared close by, shaking his head as he caught sight of his son.

“Hang on, hang on…this little delinquent belongs to me”Noah pinched the bridge of his nose. Stiles sending you a nervous smile before greeting his father.

“Dad, how are you doing?”He offered, getting an answer filled with frustration and exhaustion, the sheriff’s flashlight panned over to you. Your cheeks growing red as you lifted your hand to say hello to your neighbour.

“And this little delinquent doesn’t belong to me, in fact…she isn’t a delinquent at all”Noah narrowed his eyes over at his son, knowing that you being there was Stiles’ doing.

“How are you Mr.Stilinski?”you asked sheepishly, feeling Stiles’ eyes burning into the side of your face.

“I’m doing just fine sweetie, how is your mom?”Noah’s anger faded away for a moment as you began to catch up like no time had passed. Stiles’ mouth falling open at the interaction.

“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?”The sheriff turned his attention back to Stiles who let out an uncertain laugh.

“Not the boring ones”He answered lightly attempting to lessen his father’s anger as you both watched Noah scan the area with his flashlight.

“Now, where’s your usual partner in crime?” Scott. He had been left behind.

“Who, Scott? Scott’s home. He said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for first day back at school tomorrow”Stiles tried to play it dumb as you felt raindrops fall on your forehead.

The sheriff stared at you both in disbelief as Stiles continued to lie.

“It’s just us…in the woods…alone”He sighed out, both of you turning your heads to face one another, giving him a stern look that told him to dig you out of the hole he was currently digging very deep.

It was obvious that his dad didn’t believe him because he lifted his flashlight once more.

“Scott, you out there? Scott?!”His voice echoed around the trees. Stilinski reluctantly gives up on his search after Scott doesn’t appear in front of him. He then took a deep sigh- one that you completely understood.

“Well Stiles, I’m going to walk you back to your car…and then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called ‘invasion of privacy’ right after you have taken this tired young lady home”He ordered, grabbing Stiles roughly by the back of the neck, his other hand gently settling on your shoulder as he guided you both back to the entrance.

You took one last deep glance into the woods, wondering if Scott managed to make it out.

The car ride back was unusually quiet. Stiles occasionally glances sideways at you, stealing nervous glances from the corner of his eye. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension, his attention span wanting to reach out to you but choosing to tap against the wheel instead.

Stiles could sense that you were tired. Your eyes kept drooping, and you let out a few soft yawns as you tried to stay awake. You clearly just wanted to get home and rest after a long night.

He took another look at you, guilt gnawing at him as he saw how exhausted you looked. He felt somewhat terrible for dragging you into this, but a part of him wasn’t sorry at all.

As the silence in the car continued, Stiles became lost in his thoughts- causing him to blurt out the question that had been nagging at his mind.

“Are you mad at me?" he asks suddenly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He glances over at you again, searching your weary face for any signs of anger or disappointment, the same signs that had been present all night.

“I wouldn’t say I’m mad, I would just say that I am severely annoyed”he could hear your muffled complaints followed by a yawn.

The vehicle finally pulls up outside your house, the headlights lighting up the familiar facade. Stiles let out a small sigh that he didn’t know he’d been holding in, relieved that you're finally home safely.

He turned off the engine peering over at you, noticing the evident exhaustion on your face. He wanted to say something, anything.

“Thanks for the ride Stilinski”you grumbled out, opening the door and slipping out from the passengers side.

As you shut the door, turning to make your way to your house Stiles began to fumble with his seatbelt. He struggled with the buckle, his fingers feeling clumsy and shaky. He could feel a sense of urgency to catch up to you, but his body just wasn’t cooperating.

Finally, the seatbelt comes loose, and Stiles practically leapt out of the car, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. He took a deep breath, mentally berating himself for his nervousness.

“Y/n”he called out confidently, making you stop in your tracks. You threw your head backwards, turning to face Stiles for the last time that night.

He observed you as you asked him a million questions with your eyes. Confused as to what he could possibly want now.

“Friends?”he asked, almost as if he were offering it to you. A small smile appeared on your face at his determination.

“Absolutely fucking not, I’m never doing dumb shit like that ever again”your lips formed a frown as you disappeared into your house leaving Stiles stood dumbfounded in your driveway.

Challenge Accepted.

[rumunstelle]

HIIIII! I saw your requests are open and I just wanna ask if you could do a pillow talk with Shu Yamino x Reader with a reincarnation curse? I feel l like it would be a cute and wholesome dynamic with a bit of angst. Take your time and feel free to go crazy over the plot!

~ 🌕🌸

Eternal Promises

Warning : Slight Angst

Summary : You and Shu were gifted with reincarnation, you've heard people say it was a gift. But, its more of a curse than anything. Everytime you have to experience death over and over and over again. Yet, when you and Shu realize you both had the same curse. You 2 decided to spend your lives together literally

(AN : In this case, people who get reincarnated are born with a specific facial feature in every life they have to live. For Shu it's his ahoge, and for you it's a strand of hair, and you can choose the color of that strand of hair :>>)

As you stood under the soft glow of the streetlamp, waiting, the familiar flutter of anticipation stirred within you. Each lifetime brought you and Shu have been bound by a mysterious curse of reincarnation, blending moments of joy with the ache of inevitable separation

Shu emerged from the café across the street, his smile lighting up the evening. His eyes, warm and knowing, met yours, melting the years away

"Eyyy, there you are" he said, his voice as comforting as a well-worn melody "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Shu" you replied, feeling the weight of centuries in those simple words

Walking together through the quiet park, leaves crunching underfoot, Shu took your hand, his touch a reminder of past lifetimes spent together and those yet to come

"Every time we meet, it's like filling in a missing piece" he said quietly, squeezing your hand "Does it scare you? Knowing we have to part again?" You nodded, the truth heavy on your heart. "It does"

But each moment with you is worth it Shu stopped, his gaze intense. With this you returned the gaze and told him "Let's promise, then. In every life, no matter what, we find each other. We make it count"

"Promise" he agreed, this simple pledge was your rebellion against fate, a commitment to make every short-lived reunion last a lifetime in memories

As dawn approached, casting a soft light on your goodbye, Shu held you close "Until next time" he whispered, hope coloring his tone

"Until next time"

You echoed, knowing that whatever the curse demanded, your souls would always find their way back to each other

(A few years later...)

You wake up in a new body, looking at yourself in the mirror with a sigh, going to your closet to get dressed

Stepping out, you went to go to school. And yet again, you were reincarnated

...

While walking to school you spotted a familiar boy with a yellowish ahoge "Ah, there you are, Shu" you said walking up to him "It's nice to see you again, (Y/n)" He said smiling down at you, noticing the (color) strand in your hair, realizing its you

Finally, you found eachother once again. Yet, it gets tiring having to reincarnate over and over again. Atleast, your able to spend your life... Er... Lives with someone going through the same pain as you...

(AN : Sorry, it's not very angsty, pero I hope it was atleast good. Also thank you for all the support!!)

[essseateatarot]

The Best 20 Tarot Cards to Get as a Love Outcome (Part I.1)

Love, the most enchanting journey of the human heart, often dances to the rhythm of the mystical tarot. Like an ancient oracle, the tarot cards have the power to reveal the secrets of our affections, and in the realm of love, they are the storytellers of our heart's desires. Picture this: you've just had a Tarot reading, and the cards have unveiled their mysteries. Among the sea of symbols, there, like a shimmering gem, lies the promise of love—a future, a connection, a path filled with boundless affection.

You may wonder, what are the best cards that can appear in your love reading, the ones that whisper of love's deepest treasures?

In this journey through the tarot's, we will unveil the 20 cards that are the stars of love readings, each holding a unique key to the enchanted chambers of your heart. So, take a seat, for love's symphony is about to be played, and the tarot cards are ready to serenade your soul.

1. The Lovers

When The Lovers card graces your love reading, it's as if the heavens themselves are singing a love song to your soul. It's the ultimate affirmation that love, in its most harmonious and passionate form, is in your grasp. This card represents the sacred union of two souls, entwined in a dance that transcends the ordinary. Love becomes a cosmic alignment, a choice of the heart that blooms like a radiant rose. The Lovers card whispers that you are on the brink of a profound and transformative connection. Your choices and desires align with a higher purpose, leading to the ecstatic embrace of two kindred spirits. In this loving tango, the universe itself partners with your heart, opening the doors to affection, passion, and unity. It's a card that exudes the poetry of love, a harmonious symphony where the notes of your hearts blend into an exquisite melody of togetherness.

2. The Two of Cups

The Two of Cups is the tender, yet powerful, symbol of shared emotions and the budding connection between two souls. It's like gazing into each other's eyes and seeing your reflection in a tranquil pool. This card signifies a meeting of hearts and a pact to embark on a journey of love together. Each cup overflows with the pure elixir of affection, creating a connection that is both emotional and spiritual. It's not just a card; it's a promise of an authentic, deep bond forming, one that harmonizes your desires and emotions with another's. The Two of Cups exudes the simplicity of pure love—no grand gestures, just the tender touch of hands uniting in understanding. In this card, you find the whisper of a shared dream, the gentle caress of romance, and the affirmation that your hearts are attuned to each other's desires. It's a magical moment where two hearts resonate, creating an emotional alchemy that promises lasting connection and affection. It is the union of two souls, where love is born from the tender acknowledgment of one another.

3. The Ten of Pentacles

The Ten of Pentacles, an embodiment of enduring love, stability, and shared values, is like a cozy hearth in the heart's abode. In the realm of love, it signifies a relationship that is not only emotionally rich but also solid as the earth beneath your feet. It's a love that is built on the foundations of trust, shared dreams, and lasting commitment. Imagine the warmth and comfort of a home where generations have gathered, where memories are cherished, and where love is a legacy passed from one heart to the next. This card symbolizes not just the love between two people but the inclusion of family, tradition, and a shared future. It's like a vivid tapestry where each thread represents a shared moment, and every knot is a memory that strengthens your connection. The Ten of Pentacles exudes a sense of permanence and deep-rooted love. In this love story, the pages are turned not by fleeting passion but by the solid embrace of shared values and a promise to build a life together. It's the realization that your love is not just a moment in time but a legacy that will continue for generations to come.

4. The Ace of Cups

The Ace of Cups is like a fresh and boundless wellspring of love, a testament to the inexhaustible nature of affection. In the realm of love readings, it heralds the arrival of new, profound emotions that are destined to overflow in your life. This card is like a pure, ornate chalice, filled to the brim with emotional riches, promising the start of an extraordinary journey of love. The Ace of Cups is not just a card; it's an affirmation of the heart's capacity to feel deeply and fully. It's like a cup that continually replenishes itself, ensuring that you will never run dry of affection, passion, and connection. In this card, love is not just a singular experience; it's a wellspring of emotions that flows freely and unconditionally. The Ace of Cups sings of the purity and depth of your feelings, of the boundless potential for love in your life. It's like a bubbling spring of clear, cool water in the heart's desert, an oasis where you can drink deeply and be nourished by the sweetness of affection.

5. The Knight of Cups

In the realm of love, the Knight of Cups is your charming and valiant knight, galloping into your heart with romantic gestures, emotional depth, and a passionate spirit. Picture a figure on a white steed, armed with a heart full of love, coming to sweep you off your feet. This knight is the harbinger of emotional adventures and the messenger of love. When he appears in your love reading, expect bold, romantic gestures, affectionate surprises, and a heartfelt declaration of love. The Knight of Cups is the embodiment of courtly love and chivalry, and he brings with him the promise of a new romantic chapter in your life. He is your passionate suitor, a heart's desire made manifest. This knight symbolizes the intensity and depth of your emotions. It's like a serenade under the moonlight, where every note and word is dedicated to the depth of your feelings. The Knight of Cups is a reminder that love is not just about emotions; it's a journey, an adventure, and a passionate quest. In his presence, love is not a static concept; it's a living, breathing force, ready to stir your heart and elevate your spirit. It's the grand romantic gesture that you've always secretly wished for, delivered with grace and sincerity.

Follow for more posts >>> Other cards coming soon...

[julebirdie]

surprises

ft. gotham ver. edward nygma/the riddler

reader is gn

not requested

disc. use of (y/n) and (l/n), edward doubts himself a lot

edward’s head snapped up so fast his glasses near fell off his face the moment he heard your voice float through the air. Looking up from his post, you had just entered the precinct and were making small talk with a few officers that stood by the doors.

looking away from the officers, your gaze met his and you waved, smiling. he returned the gesture, sitting down in his chair as he twirled a pen in his hand. edward was so enraptured that he didn’t hear the footsteps that approached his desk.

“morning eddie,” this was the second time surprise had caught him, edward’s pen nearly slipping out his hand and onto the floor.

“oh, good-good morning mx. (l/n).”

“c’mon, if you let me call you eddie it’s only fair that you call me by my name too,” you informed, leaning against his desk.

“if you insist, mx (y/n),” you laughed, making a smile grow on edward’s face. oh, how he adored you. you weren’t like everyone else here, you listened to his riddles and ramblings and often responded with your own mini-speeches, you two bounced off each other without fail.

“hilarious eddie,” you tried to add a sarcastic edge to your voice (and failing spectacularly,) “drop the mx., just call me (y/n).”

“very well, m- (y/n).” your name rolled off his tongue in a saccharine melody, who knew that someone’s name could make edward so joyful.

“you got any riddles for me today? i got some time before i have to do my job, so come at me,” you asked, sipping from your paper coffee cup.

“yes, i do! okay, here’s one, what has many teeth but cannot bite?” edward said, observing your face as it conformed to suit an expression of thought. he knew it was an easy riddle, but he wanted to see your smile when you realized you had gotten it right.

“a comb?” you guessed, smiling (predictably) as he revealed that you did give the correct answer.

“okay, now i got one for you eddie.” you said, catching edward semi-off guard.

“let’s hear it.”

“what did the guy with a broken leg say to his nurse?”

you knew edward was smart, scarily smart. you also knew about his crush, and you were pleased to admit you felt the same about the man, riddles and rambles and all.

“easy, he says-“ edward’s eyes widened as he thought about the answer, realizing just what you were implying.

“he says i have a ‘crutch’ on you!” you finish, scribbling your phone number onto a sticky note and pressing it against his desk. “call me, okay?” you stand from his desk and walk away, discarding the paper cup as you went to your post.

edward picked up the note and stared at the mixture of numbers, heart beating a mile a minute. not only did you know about his crush, you felt the same. he was on cloud nine, his mind floating amongst stars.

he folded the note and tucked it in his coat, making a mental note to call you the moment he reached his apartment.

————

edward closed the door to his apartment behind him and almost immediately his phone was out, and he punched in the numbers and dialed.

as he heard the buzzing, his situation finally set in. he was calling you, the person he adored and crushed on since you responded to one of his riddles with one of your own. edward suddenly felt very, very scared and went to hang up the call.

“hello?”

edward has now been surprised three times today. his thumb lifted from the ‘end call’ button, your voice didn’t sound the same through the dingy flip-phone speakers.

“ah, h-hello m- (y/n), did i reach you at a bad time?” he stuttered, mentally kicking himself as he tripped over his words.

“not at all eddie! i was waiting for you, actually, sitting by my phone waiting for a ring. to be completely honest, i totally jumped when it actually did start to ring,” you laughed, and edward’s heart soared. you waited for him? he was smitten.

“i- wow. guess we’re both full of surprises today,” he responded, doing his best to melt into the conversation.

“looks like it! how was work?” you asked, he could hear shuffling on your end of the line, as if you were rolling around on your bed.

“good! good, no one teased me today, or maybe the giddiness from getting your number blocked it out.” edward’s hand slapped over his mouth the moment he realized what he said, and he sat, waiting for you to become disgusted and end the call.

but you didn’t, you laughed, you laughed in the way you always did.

“the edward nygma, flirting with me? i’m honored!” you continued laughing, and edward started to join in with quiet chuckles of his own.

“the honor is all mine, who wouldn’t flirt with you?” he said, pushing away the quiet fears and moving into the conversation.

“you charm me eddie, really.” you said, and the line fell silent, both of you smiling like fools on each end.

“eddie, would you be interested in coming with me to the bookstore i shop at? like a date?” you broke the silence in a way he didn’t expect.

fourth surprise today.

“a date? really?” his anxiety returned fully fledged, his phone now very hot in his hands.

“yeah, but only if you want to!” you added on, waiting anxiously for his response.

“i’d-i’d love to.” edward said, small smile gracing his features.

“yes! i mean- great! is 3 pm thursday good?” it was now edward’s turn to laugh at your antics, finding it absurdly endearing the excitement you felt.

“it’s perfect.”

“great! i’ll give you the details tomorrow at work. i gotta go, bye eddie!”

“goodbye, (y/n).”

the call ended and edward shut his phone, a giddy smile crossing his face. edward was never one for surprises, he despised not knowing. But, if they were coming from you, then maybe he’d be inclined to change his opinion.

[prettyrealm]

i love ur blog fr… one of my least favorite things about the tarot community (not just kpop) is how some people alter or water down their readings (or just aren’t perceptive enough) so that their content is more positive and validating for consumability… and the people who choose to be honest and direct get ate up 😭 divination can be harsh. idk why people are here expecting validation or only positive things. most of these idols are not nice!!

if you want a romantic story and enjoy living in denial, go to ao3!! wattpad or something?? y’all are looking for fanfiction. there are soooo many writing blogs on this site.

and i also have soooo much beef with like, pop culture tarot readings on youtube and tiktok that are clearlyyyyyy not too good in quality, but people eat it up blindly because it tells them things that they like to hear and never anything critical. i have a theory about that being one of the reasons why people assume honest readers have bad intentions or are hating on people. i don’t think people realize just how common it is to read on someone and get the vibe that they’re shitty in some capacity, or not even having to rely on intuition and to be directly told that there is something off about someone. idols aren’t usually any better than the average person, and the average person usually has bad traits. period. some are worse than the average person.

also… i have a problem with how it’s seen as perfectly fine to share the positive traits we’re able to pick up on through tarot, but sharing the negatives is seen as invasive?? like girl either it’s all invasive or none of it lmaooo. you’re okay consuming content that makes you feel like you’d be attractive to someone or reading about what their personality is like, but it’s too much when that same person says that they’d potentially be a bigot or have issues with stuff like anger? that’s when it’s too much??? 😭😭

Thank you so much for stopping by to show love!! I really appreciate your perspective and agree with pretty much everything you’ve said. 🩷

People were shocked by @dreamofmetoday and l’s ideal type readings being so specific and descriptive and we didn’t get why until we tapped in with other peoples readings and realized most are just saying very vague things or just things that EVERYONE is looking for in a partner (for example, kind, sympathetic, loyal) or just things that make it easy to self-insert in general. I think the self-insert aspect is a main reason people put such an emphasis on only focusing on the positive.

I also get asks demanding I tell them how I get such specific and detailed answers when it comes to things like homophobia/race/misogyny whatever, and it’s like, that’s just how it works? Makes me wish more people would get into tarot themselves so they could see.

The “romantic love story” crossover stuff that you mentioned is why I think you’ll often come across readings, and even PACs, on here that are like a wattpad story. like you said, many readers know there’s a large audience for this. For example when it comes to PACs, 3 pile PACs are a very quick and easy way to get followers and likes, but overall don’t exert a lot of energy and limit the amount of people who can actually connect with the PAC but then each pile will be filled with nuance, details and specifics and the reader is able to just say, “take what resonates and leave what doesn’t” to get away with it. How is someone even supposed to know what truly resonates and what doesn’t for a future spouse reading anyway? Not to mention, how can these readers suddenly get so much detail for a random pac and then not in their other readings or personal readings? There’s just a lot of predatory behavior in the tarot community unfortunately (thank you to melody’s anon for helping us label this finally too), and in turn, it creates a huge misunderstanding of what to expect from readings when you know nothing about tarot.

Not saying all 3 pile PACs are bad of course btw, because that would be ridiculous. There are of course situations where the 3 pile format makes sense, but a lot of them on here are just baiting.

In regards to positives being welcomed with open arms and negatives being considered invasive, it’s literally just nonsensical and honestly, a little weird (often the result of fetishization or idolization etc. so to say this under the pretense of high morals is odd… to say the least). I’ve seen people say things like “who are readers to decide what’s a negative?” when that’s literally not the case, it’s not a case of the reader “deciding” anything, I’m literally asking specifically about the negative traits. It makes me wonder what questions other readers are actually asking in the first place to even come to the conclusion that we would assigning these traits ourselves. Or the argument that “humans are multifaceted so we shouldn’t assign them blah blah blah” like… yeah… duh they’re multifaceted, which is why there’s literally a positives section? It just seems like they reach for excuses to defend their main point that the negatives of these men’s personalities just shouldn’t be acknowledged. It almost makes me feel like some people make these blogs to even improve their idols overall image on a smaller scale or have more control of the perception of it.

I really LOVE how you said “it’s either all invasive or none of it is” because that’s something Melody and I talk about together all the time. Their love lives and “kinks” aren’t invasive topics, but everything that could ruin someone’s fantasy about an idol is. In the end, you’re only allowed to post readings that let you daydream about being their best friend, boyfriend or girlfriend with no complications or obstacles I guess lol. Thanks again for sending this ask! It was really cool to unpack this and see that there’s a reader/follower on the same page. 🩷

[sailforvalinor]

How about Greensleeves for Mac and Rose?

EEEEEP that suits them SO WELL!!! Okay, here we go:

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Snow fell thick and fast outside of Mac’s bedroom window, but so engrossed was he in his work that it was a credit to him that he had even noticed this fact at all. He was bent over his chemistry set on his desk, occasionally scribbling notes in a notebook in barely legible handwriting. As he worked, he idly hummed under his breath, and after a little while his humming subconsciously gave way to singing:

“Alas, my love, you do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously

And I have loved you oh so long

Delighting in your company…”

Mac, once again so focused on the task at hand that he was blind to his surroundings, didn’t hear the creak of the doorknob as it was turned.

“Greensleeves was all my joy,

Greensleeves was my delight,

Greensleeves, my heart of gold,

And who but my Lady Greensleeves”

“Why, Mac, I didn’t know you could sing so well!”

So startled was Mac that he knocked over half of his chemistry apparatus and several tubes and beakers (miraculously, all of them empty), and whirled around to see Rose, wrapped in furs and her golden hair smothered by a woolen hat, peeking in at him from the hallway. Though half her face was hidden by the doorframe, he could plainly see the sparkling mirth in her bright blue eyes.

He felt his face go so hot, that he found himself with half a mind to stick the thermometer he’d just knocked over in his mouth to see if he’d achieved boiling point. He wanted nothing more than to go bury his face in a nearby cushion, or perhaps jump out the window, but he maintained a substantial enough grip on his composure to do neither. However, it wasn’t substantial enough to keep him from stammering, “Where did you come from?”

Rose, however, was too used to his bluntness to be offended. “From the front door,” she giggled. “I came to bring you to Aunt Plen’s—Christmas Eve dinner, remember? We had all gathered, the food was ready, and everyone was about to sit down when I pointed out you weren’t there.”

Mac, of course, hadn’t remembered—now that he thought about it, he hadn’t the vaguest idea what time it was. “Oh. Right.” He busied himself with cleaning up his mess.

Rose came further into the room. “But Mac, I have to ask, is this a newly developed interest of yours, or have you been holding out on us all this time?” she asked mischievously.

“I wasn’t singing. I mean—I was, but I just had the melody stuck in my head. I heard some carolers singing it the other day, and—“

“—to actually answer your question, Rose,” Steve’s voice came from the other room, “Mac sometimes sings when he’s got his head stuck in whatever project he’s taken up and he thinks the rest of us can’t hear him. It would be easier to stand if he got the words right.”

Mac hadn’t realized that Steve was present also, but somehow Rose hearing him sing was far more mortifying than Steve hearing him, even though his brother was far more likely to tease. “I didn’t get the words wrong,” Mac protested. “‘Greensleeves’ is to the same tune as ‘What Child Is This?’, but its lyrics predate it by—“

This argument lasted the amount of time it took Mac to clean up his chemistry set, equip himself with the appropriate gear to brave the cold, and lock up the house.

As Steve began to outpace them, Rose slipped her gloved hand into the crook of his arm. “You really do have a nice voice,” she said softly.

He chuckled. “I think I’ll leave the singing to you and Phebe.”

“To Phebe, maybe,” Rose said. “I sing well enough not to turn any offended heads on Sundays.”

“That’s not true,” Mac said automatically. He was brought back a couple of summers ago, to when her singing was one of the only things to soothe his fever-addled mind. “You sing very well.”

Rose picked at the finger of her glove. “Not like Phebe.”

“No,” he said, almost under his breath, “like Rose.”

Several years later, in a candlelit room in L— on Christmas Eve, a young man sat at his desk, chemistry apparatus exchanged for lines of poetry, smiling to himself at the recollection of winters past. He opened his window to listen to the carolers below:

“This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing,

Haste, haste to bring him praise,

The Babe, the Son of Mary”

He thought of that girl all those winters ago, of the snowflakes getting caught in her eyelashes and dusting the curls that escaped from her hat, of the soft flush on her cheeks from the cold and the excited sparkle in her eyes. He thought of that same girl, now a beautiful, gracious, self-sacrificing woman, bidding him goodbye in mid-November with a look in her eyes that—well, he didn’t quite know yet. A woman whose love was worth far more than all the riches of the world. A woman whose love was worth waiting for, worth working for. A woman whose love he did not deserve, and that he prayed to God that He would make him worthy of. Softly, he sang over the carolers:

“And I will pray to God on high

That thou my constancy may see

And that yet once before I die

Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me

Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight

Greensleeves, my heart of gold

And who but my Lady Greensleeves

Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu

To God I pray to prosper thee

For I am still thy lover true

Come once again and love me.”

—

Christmas Drabble Ask Game!

[pepperetzi]

After the kit had done their business near a bush growing between two youthful trees, only one of which they had crossed, they took a moment to observe their surroundings. Due to a lack of research, no one knows what colors this distracted musteline was seeing right now, but taking notes from their species’ closest studied relative, the ferret, who has only S and L cones, we can only assume that the mink is also one of deuteranopia, viewing the world through hues of vibrant yellows and soft blues. So, in their eyes, they noticed how golden the forest looked, whilst also how soft and dark the soil was underneath. They also noticed how truly cold the wind was, in contrast to realizing how warm heat from the sun can be. “…Nice,” is all that they said to themself.

... Duster stood on the ground as their ears took a peek of the world about, such as hearing the many songs the birds sang under the sunlight, or the hum-bugs’ humming that rang out from the trees. And yes, they were truly songs, unlike our sad perceptions of chirping, because mink, due to all their small sizes and incredibly fast metabolisms, probably had a higher critical flicker fusion rate than us humans and therefore reality to them would operate on a much slower scale. Duster was also able to hear the melody of the nearby sea, the screeching of a different bird, the honking of a big-duck, and a weird, distant bellow of an unknown creature from far, far away, its alien-like nature thundering out in obscurity. As the kit inhaled, their dusty-grey nose tasted the enrichment of the fertile soil beneath, with the sweet, repulsive, and indescribable scents swirling about. For the first time in their four months long life, they realized what realm the forest truly was, how extraordinary and phenomenal it can really be. This was no fearsome hell; it was paradise. The dark brown mink looked up as they pondered on what type of treasures could be buried deep ahead in this botanical place, holding all those riches of adventures and surprises neatly intact. They wanted more. More of this strange and beautiful land.

Oh man, after four fucking years, I've finally managed to finish this beast of a painting (yes, I struggle with this more than my poly ones, and I do each shape one by one manually!) But here it finally is, based on a scene from chapter 1 of Golden Eyes.

Despite this being drawn by me, don't actually take this piece as official illustration, because I only do those in a "realistic" and pencil-sketch art style, like this post here. Instead, just view it as a sort of "alternate" rebranding of Golden Eyes, another way I visually see my characters and their universe, because I like my art style and the way they look in it.

A better res version can be found here.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

do u have any tips 4 ppl who like music and want to make something interesting but know nothing much about music at all? have a nice day!

yes anon here is my advice! ok im not sure if this is the normal way to listen to music (pls feel free comment if u do this or not) but i recently realized the way ive always listened to music is like... by noticing/picking apart all the different sounds & melodies that r happening at once. its hard for me to listen to a song as like, one big picture, my mind automatically is separating the individual tracks. (off topic but this is also why its rly hard for me to watch movies-i get too distracted thinking about the production n cant pay attention to the plot so ive only seen like 5 movies.) i never had any reasoning for this i just figured its an autism thing but once i started making music it REALLY helped cus i cld already concptualize the way a song is built just from listening to so much music & knowing what i like. so when u listen to music, treat it like studying!! sorry if that sounds so boring lol im too virgohearted for my own good. & my next tip also involves studying....youtube.com baby!! once i got my DAW set up & had a means of actually applying the information i learned i started watching tons of music theory videos. START w the circle of fifths & if u want to go deeper from there u can but i think understanding circle of fifths is the best place to start. ppl these days want to act like music theory isnt important but it kinda is. at least the basics. u dont wana oversaturate ur mind with it TOO much and be SO obsessed w following the rules but. once u start learning about it it just makes sense and connects a lot of dots. it helped ME a lot but yeah like i mentioned above i am a #nerd who loves endlessly digging for #knowledge L deathnote.

now if u need a DAW, i will tell you this much, i "found" mine, "online", for "no cost". do with that what you will. AUDACITY is a free program u cld fuck around with if u cant find anything else. ive never used it to make my own music i wld just use it for mixes/nightcores but its rly simple to use & cld be a helpful gateway into creating midi tracks.

i hope this is helpful #<3!! im assuming u already know what kind of sounds you like so just follow ur heart & the world will open itself up to u. music will take us higher baby yeah :)

[prettygreenpills]

Hi :) could you pls write a fic with Julie Ranmore & fem!reader and their wedding day and the first night together as a married couple? I'd like it to be a small wedding in some sort of garden just for their closest family and friends and also for Julie to take the readers last name. Thank you ❤

I love all of your oneshots, you have a gift to write them in such a way that i want to read more and more... Thank you again for that :)

*sobs*

*cries*

thank you so much for your sweet words. I will try to do my best<3

characters: Julie Ranmore x fem!reader

rundown: you got married to the most beautiful woman under the sun and enjoy your first night

warnings: gxg marriage, gxg relationship, fluff, bit of angst, prepare tissues-

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?”

“I am.”

“Since it is your intention to enter into the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.”

“I, Julie Ranmore, take you, Y/n Y/l/n, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

“I, Y/n Y/l/n, take you, Julie Ranmore, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

The memories from few hours ago came up in your mind as you were smiling into the camera, taking a photo with your mother by your side. When the photographer was done, you looked around and saw your, now wife, prepared to stand by your side.

“Now please, grandparents,” the photographer said and they walked over to you and Julie, your grandmother in tears from happiness. You just smiled at her and took a deep breath. The woman you loved had your name now. She was Julie Y/l/n. The thought of this made you feel all warm from the inside and you just smiled.

The photographer took another photo of you and the family members, when you realized that Julie had her arm wrapped around your waist. You looked at her, seeing that she had tears in the corner of her eyes and that made you smile a little.

When the photographer was done, you finally had a moment with your wife. Wife. That word was beautiful to think of and you turned to face her. Cupping her cheeks, you looked her into her eyes and breathed out.

“I love you Julie Y/l/n,” you whispered, her last name sounded like a melody for you.

“I love you, Y/nY/l/n,” she whispered to you too and in the following moment, your lips crashed together and tongues met. Feeling butterflies in your stomach more intensively that before the same day, you could get used to the feeling.

You loved the woman. The woman loved you.

You married the woman. She married you.

Hoping in the most beautiful years of your life with this woman by your side, you knew you would be a good wife. At least better than her ex-husband.

[princessc2]

What i love and hate about the manga and anime of Barao no souretsu aka Requiem of the rose king

There are times where I need to list the things that i love and hate about an anime and manga, Barao no souretsu is no exception, first i going to make the list of the things that I love from the anime and manga of barao no souretsu aka Requiem of the Rose King with that said let's start with the list

The Things that I love from Requiem of the Rose king anime and manga

1 )it introduces you to the historical setting of the War of Roses

2 )All the cast or must of the requiem of the rose king is based on historical figure like King Richard lll Anne Neville Edward lv Edoard of Lancaster Margaret of Anju etc .

3)I love Anne Neville as character she is a kind hearted soul and what I like about her is the she can ride a horse and do some other stuff that girls that time didn't do and also l love that she has blind faith in Richard

4 I love Richard's appearance with his black hair milky white skin with his strangely beautiful heterochromia eyes specially when he appears manly and handsome since he looks so unique.

5 )The characters names are easy to remember

6 )Some main events were remained the same as the actual events like Richard Plantagenet was king but later defeat by Margaret, also like Richard was the youngest of the York house, the princes in the tower Anne Neville marriage to Edoard of Lancaster, later married to Richard, The battles specially the battle at Bows worth. Anne Neville passing due to illness and Buckingham death by Richard himself.

7 )Although the art of the manga is so beautiful and surpass the anime immensely and is way better than the anime and I'm aware that there were some eliminate scenes that were from the manga like the reckless passionate sex scenes from Richard and Buckingham and the decapitations what I love from the anime is that there is no filler and it follows the same story as it's manga counterpart.

8 )Even if all the soundtracks were almost the same what truly I love was the tragic and deep feeling to them

9 )love sir Catesby' s undying love and loyalty towards his master Richard to the point that I had read some beautiful fanfic and au of him

10 )I love little Edward he so precious and adorable to the point that I wish I get to see more interactions of him and Richard since our little Ned was the purest of souls in the story . Beside Catesby and Anne. Our little Edward showed our Beloved Richard the true meaning of love which is not based on interest and is unconditional since true love doesn't hurt and produce pain instead there sweetness and warmness to it.

11 )I love to see Richard's determination for the crown as he struggles with his personal demons and he supposed demon nature body

12 )I love the first 12 episodes of the anime and the first half of manga 34 first chapters.

13 )I love the politics death and action sequences and at the same time I love the openings and endings since they show what Richard really feels and I even love the ending Rasen though I'm aware that is like a tragic letter from Richard to Buckingham alas still a very beautiful and heartbreaking piece of melody

14) I Soo in love with manga Richard specially on his coronation he looks so majestic and beautiful in his white attire and later in the next panels as king Richard lll he looks so astonishing evil and marvelous

15 love how Requiem of the rose king offers a very realistic view on how people looked physicall differences like disability mental disorder and intersex (before known as hermaphrodites)as demonic and a curse during Middle Ages due to be close minded and full of ignorance and fear .

16) I love that It gives a more human and tragic role to Richard than just the cool and villainous tyrant from Shakespeare.

I7) I love the self acceptance message at the ending specially when Richard came to realize in death that paradise doesn't mean to be a king or a kingdom but to be surrounded by the people who truly loves you

18) I love how barao no souretsu aka Requiem of the rose king 👑 introduces you antagonist females and shows you that women can be evil as men and not because they are females doesn't mean they are going to be weak and fragile. Specially Elizabeth Woodville and Marguerite of Anju.

What I hate about Barao no souretsu aka Requiem of the Rose king

1) Even though the story of Barao no souretsu was interesting I hate it's execution since started out as very dark but later turn into a tv melodrama

2) I really hate how Richard's personality change from a reserve cold and distant young man to a helpless lovestruck soul that only thought of sleeping with somebody making him an unfaithful husband

3) I deeply hate how the anime and manga handled the romances not because Richard fell in love but how the anime and manga presented Shoddy and toxic and complicated relationships (specially Buckingham) as genuine and true love just for the sake of the story and plot.

4) I hate how our Richard didn't have self love for himself that practically sold his body and soul to a treacherous and ambitious man like Buckingham for the sake of the of the crown to the point of even calling him his other half and even if his feelings were truthful and genuine for Richard the bastard still betrayed and even made things easier for that monster of Richmond. Leaving him empty and full of grief after his death. What really makes me angry is that such love and convenants were usually pain and forbidden liasion that let only to unexpected and unwanted consequences for the example the surprising unexpected pregnancy which later Richard got rid off through Jane's Remedy

. Sadly what breaks my heart even more is that Richard truly died at the end, that the scene where he is reunited with his love ones is nothing but a beautiful dream and maybe he is now together with Buckingham in hell thanks to that dumb new Covenant that he did to that bastard of Buckingham that they will reunited in hell with him one day. Seriously I know that such pairing exists in other theories and sources. But the Requiem of the rose king took and even further step in such toxic relationship.

5) Even though I love how the manga of Barao no souretsu showed Richard's struggles and how people viewed physical differences in the middle ages in the first episodes of anime and chapters of the manga. I hate how Richard's intersex body went from a sad, tragic and serious condition to a desireble fetish for the fans fujoshis and fandom right after his first sexual encounter with Buckingham even though it was according to his androgynous appearance. Atlas it was shocking and disturbing how Richard's body was exposed specially in the manga. For that matter I would have preferred that King Richard's real disability have not been change which was not a hunchback but scoliosis, that would have been way cooler and less complicated that doing senseless harem with four boys and only one girl

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That being said I will love to see your comments and your thoughts below and also you can reblog this post.

[srenvs3000w24]

Blog 7: Exploring the Harmony of Nature and Music

In the large tapestry of the natural world, where birds chirp, whales sing, and the wind whispers through the trees, there’s a whole orchestra of sounds that have been around longer than humans. (Gray et al., 2001). This beautiful symphony made up of the sounds of nature, has been captivating both people and animals for thousands of years, revealing a profound connection between music and nature.

Imagine diving into the depths of the ocean, where the amazing sounds of humpback whales echo through the water. With their majestic songs and rhythmic patterns, these beautiful creatures showcase a musical talent that competes with the best human composers (Gray et al., 2001). From rhythmic repetitions to structured themes, whale songs possess a complexity that mirrors the songs of our musical traditions (Gray et al., 2001).

Birds also contribute to the chorus of nature with their enchanting melodies and intricate harmonies. As they fly through the sky, their songs blend in a symphony of sound that reflects the beauty and diversity of the natural world (Gray et al., 2001). Whether it's the trill of the canyon wren or the canon of the Socorro mockingbird, bird songs showcase the intricate rhythms and pitch relationships that are inherent to music (Gray et al., 2001).

For humans, music has always been a way of expressing emotion, culture, and identity. From the prehistoric flutes crafted by our ancient ancestors to the vibrant yoiks of the Sami people, music has served as a bridge between humanity and the natural world (Gray et al., 2001). Just as birds and whales use music to communicate and express themselves, humans draw inspiration from the rhythms and melodies of nature (Gray et al., 2001).

Incorporating elements of nature into music has become a creative endeavour for many artists and musicians. Wildlife DJs like Ben Mirin, blend recordings of animal sounds with modern beats, creating compositions that not only entertain but also foster a deeper connection to the natural world (Hooykaas, 2024). 

As we reflect on the intersection of music and nature, we may find ourselves transported to a specific landscape or moment in time (Hooykaas, 2024). The song "Fireflies" by Adam Young and Owl City holds a special place in my heart, instantly transporting me back to my sleepover summer camp days. I had meant to download many different songs to my iPod shuffle, but when I got to camp, I quickly realized that this was the only song that ended up downloading. It became the soundtrack to my wilderness adventures, reminding me of hiking through forest trails, lounging on swim docks, and paddling canoes under the starry sky. It's remarkable how a simple melody can evoke such vivid memories of nature's beauty, highlighting the profound connection between music and nature.

In conclusion, the intertwining of music and nature forms a captivating symphony that transcends species. From the haunting melodies of whales to the harmonious songs of birds, nature's rhythm mirrors our own. Personal experiences, like "Fireflies" by Owl City, underscore the profound connection between music and wilderness, enriching our lives.

Gray, P. Krause, B. Atema, J., Payne, R., Krumhansl, C. & Baptista, L.(2001). The Music of Nature and the Nature of Music. Science. 291. 52-54.

Hooykaas, A (2024) Unit 7: Nature Interpretation Through Music. ENVS*3000. University of Guelph