#bc they just glowed up on that stage it felt so warm with the lights and so much orange clothing it really did give that vibe of safety

[hopelessdelusional]

imagine iida x reader (crushing stage) where someone makes the reader laugh so hard they snort and tenya doesn’t say anything but it’s like the cutest thing in the world to him

love love love love love love love love love love love love love lo-

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‧₊˚♡pairing: Iida Tenya x gn! reader

‧₊˚♡tags: just so much fluff yall tenya is so cutie but unfortunately no beta i probably need someone to look over my work before i post oh well :D

‧₊˚♡a/n: i got a little carried away oopsies, but also i wanted iida to say smth abt it bc i am a tenya blabbermouth BELIEVER ✊

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It was a beautiful day out at UA.

Class 1A had all gathered outside for a mass picnic, teenagers buzzing with excitement with how much food and deserts were being passed around the outdoor area. They had been planning this picnic for some time now, and after three occasions causing them to cancel, they could finally have their day in the sun.

The weather was just warm enough to sit and sunbathe in for hours without getting uncomfortable as there was a slight breeze constantly blowing through to keep things cool. The skies were a gorgeous blue, littered with big white fluffy clouds and birds flying overhead. There were various flowers blooming all around the class, along with different shades of greens. It was truly a sight to take in, but Tenya couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

Ever since he had met you, Tenya truly felt as if you were a one in a million. Everything about you was so enticing to the teen, making him feel things that he had never felt before. To Tenya, this feeling was more than a mere crush, but pure admiration. He loves how motivated and strong you are, how effortlessly beautiful you can be. You were incredibly smart and seemed to always have a solution to any problem thrown your way. You were kind, but had boundaries that everyone knew not to cross. The way you talked always captivated him, and your laugh? Iida Tenya was completely and utterly whipped, and he had no idea what to do about it.

It had gotten to the point where it was so painfully obvious that the whole class wanted to see him confess to you, but Tenya didn’t want to trouble you with his feelings. The logical side of him said that you didn’t like him romantically, and even if you did you needed to focus fully on your future. Tenya refused to cause you turmoil, and as long as he was able to watch you succeed in life he was happy.

Except on days like these.

When Tenya saw you, out of the corner of his eyes, glowing in the sunlight. You looked like you just ascended down from the heavens, blessing all who are around you with your presence. The way your hair framed your face, and your eyes glimmered making him want to look into them every second of the day. Kaminari started saying nonsense that Tenya didn’t even try to understand, but he watched you light up at his words giggling and continuing the string of nonsense. Somehow, he felt an overwhelming urge to learn about whatever niche pop culture reference the two of you were talking about just so he could make you smile like that, with a big carefree grin.

“You should go over to them,” Ochako’s voice whispered in the boy’s ear. He tore his focus away from you to his friend, who was smiling with a knowing look on her face. The two of them were collecting drinks and ice to put them into coolers, a task that Tenya thought was going to distract him but of course your aura was too strong of a distraction for him.

Stubbornly, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked down at the drinks shaking his head. “That would be rude of me to interrupt their conversation.”

Tenya didn’t even have to look up to see Ocakos pout, as he heard her audible “hmph” she says when she becomes frustrated.

“You wouldn’t be interrupting! They would be thrilled to hang out with you, like they always are.” Though the brunette continued to do her job, he felt her brown eyes glare into his face as if she had a mind controlling quirk. Tenya just sighed, wishing what his friend said was true. You always looked so much more happier with people other than him. As much as he loves to see you shine, he wishes he could be the one to make you like that.

Soon the two teens were done with the coolers and began to bring them over. The rest of the class noticed and started to cheer for the cool refreshments, many people calling out their names. Tenya and Ochako put the drinks down next to the tables full of food and suddenly the class lined up and filled their plates with food.

Soon enough everyone found their areas to settle in, and Tenya ever so stubborn, refused to make a plate until everyone was finished. He wanted to make sure everyone was satisfied with the system set up along with watching people (mainly the boys) to make sure they don’t take strenuous amounts of food.

“You didn’t have to do all of that you know,” a voice said causing Tenya to rip his attention away from Sero and Kaminari’s giggling. You were standing close to him, a plate in hand and ready to sit down and join the rest of the group. Tenya scanned your face, as you had your eyebrows raised and your hand on your hip.

Trying not to become flustered at such a quick interaction, Tenya crossed his arms.

“You’re absolutely right i don’t have to do this, but I want to.” He said as he looked back at the area now full of teens sitting on picnic blankets. Your laughter echoed, then your warm hand was placed on his shoulder making his heart flutter.

“Come on, let’s get a plate.”

As if he was put under a spell, Tenya followed behind you and complied to your request. You made small talk about the food, making jokes which he appreciated greatly. He always seemed to lose his ability to talk when around you. Eventually he found his words again and began to create a comfortable conversation with you. However, the moment ended soon and when you reached the end of the line of food Tenya found himself deflate knowing the two of you would separate soon.

That was until you spun around on your heels with a big grin on your face.

“Come sit with me.”

Tenya, caught off guard, felt his face warm up as he sputtered out a response. “Yes-yes of course!”

Somehow your grin widened and you grabbed his free hand dragging him over to an open spot on the picnic blanket. Immediately the two of you were welcomed to the area, but Tenya still felt frazzled by your recent actions. However he settled down quickly with your newfound closeness, always feeling a sort of peace around you. His shoulders and neck automatically relaxed and he’s even gotten comments about how “laid back” he seems to be whenever you’re next to him. Tenya was able to sit and not over analyze or worry as much when he was around you, and for that he is forever grateful. Especially on days like these.

The blue haired boy found himself chuckling along with his classmates and eating without concern, feeling like a true teenager. He liked to peer at you as well, especially with how close the two of you were sitting. There were times he caught you smiling at him, and instead of feeling embarrassed you just kept on looking at him with a gentle look in your eyes. Tenya on the other hand would immediately react, and never quite knew what to do with himself.

It wasn’t until everyone was finished and laid out on the ground that there was a sense of peace over the group of teens. Tenya was listening to Ochako tell a childhood story when he heard a squeal coming from his left.

Now alerted, Tenya whipped his head over and to his surprise he saw you, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all looking at your phone. He watched as each one of the group started to break away to laugh and make unusual sounds and faces. Then, his eyes shifted to you (always shifting to you) and he watched as your head was thrown back due to laughter.

The sun was setting, the soft glow of sunshine lit your face perfectly. You’re eyes were more alive, and your skin seemed to shine. He watched as you let out an uncontrollable laugh, and when you put your head back you snorted.

Almost immediately, Tenya pipped up as he saw you throw your hand to your face in surprise as your friends laughed even harder at your accidental snort. But Tenya just watched, face as red as a tomato as he realized that everything you did was going to make him feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“Oh my god!” You coughed out, eyes watery and cheeks red from laughing so hard. To his surprise, you faced Tenya with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” you were still giggling but he could tell there was a shade of embarrassment on your face. He felt confused as to why you turned to him specifically and apologized for such an adorable laugh you let out. He loved watching you laugh, anything that made you happy made him happy.

“Why? It was cute.”

Suddenly it was Tenya’s turn to be embarrassed, because he didn’t even realize he said that out loud until he watched your face blossom into a deeper blush. As soon as Tenya started to sputter out apologies you just smiled, watching the boy furiously try to cover up the compliment he blurted out.

“You think I’m cute?” As soon as you said that he paused, and everyone around watched in silence because surely Tenya was going to start steaming with how red his face was.

Instead, you just laughed at the embarrassed boy, and he was able to get lost in your beauty once again. Maybe one day he’ll be the reason you laugh so hard you snort, and maybe he’ll get to kiss your cute lips. But for now, he’ll just watch your beautiful laughter unfold underneath the sunlight.

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hi loves!! sorry bout the procrastination i am working on my inbox shit and my own ideas-especially for other fandoms hehe

[serene-sun]

Okay last thing bc I don’t wanna spam and I’ve sent 2 ideas already but any chance you could do some headcannons or a blurb (whichever you prefer) about a threeway with Ifrit and Omega?

𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘

warnings: sexual themes but no sex

“Another hundred out of papa's pay check?” You tease softly as the ghoul slides a large bill into the hem of your bra, “If I had known you two were so spoiled I would have charged more.” 

“Are you suggesting our talent doesn't get us any reward?” Ifirt says softly into your ear as his claw trails up your neck.

“Oh no I know the way you parade on stage gets you several…rewards…” You reply with red lips pressing against the soft skin of Omega’s cheek.

The quint ghoul lets out a little grunt as your hand cups his groin, his eyes never leaving your pale thighs as they slightly part.

The ministry was known for its sexual energy, but what some didn't know was that there was a secret brothel that took place on weekend nights. It was an abandoned chapel on the western side of the grounds that was repurposed with tapestries and rugs, pillows and soft furniture and warm lights to the brothel it was now. The sisters and brothers of sin who worked it paid by the hour, some by the minute depending on how sensual they got with clients.

You, a sister of sin, was one of the many who had regulars. It wasn't rare for ghouls to show up, but it was rare for them to truly hold a bond with the whores. 

These nights after black mass, Ifrit and Omega held a common lust for you. They would come after or before mass to see you. 

Omega was a massive ghoul, it was no secret he was the leader of his pack. He was phlegmatic and sensual, his strict demeanor coating his lustful words of praise and pride. Omega had a calming effect from his quintessence, it made women and men swoon over him. 

The ghoul had two large horns with a few cracks and chips made of lapis lazuli and two fiery white eyes that glowed. His tail swayed softly against the carpet, it was black and furry with small strands of white hair across his body. 

Ifrit was also a large ghoul, more on the smaller side but he was also seen as one of the leaders of his group. His horns shiny and polished, the red carnelian crystal of them reflected lights beautifully as he talked with intent. 

The ghouls were truly ineffable in power, their strength scared people and their will haunted others. But some, women like you, sought enjoyment out of the fear. The way their claws could cut through skin so easily, and their ability to know your thoughts and actions spiked an interest in you that made your whole body tingle. But you knew the terrific beasts were sagacious with their lives.

You were fervent for this with the ghouls, this connection they had with you would grow every visit. It would be a lie to say you hadn't had dreams of them at night, or watched them about their day.

An average man would say you were meretricious, having no value other than your outer beauty. But ifrit and Omega made you feel special, like no other sibling there. Sometimes they would bring you gifts like expensive lingerie or wine.

“Tell me my love, how can I please you tonight?” Omega grumbled into your ear as his claw trailed up your leg, snapping against the fishnets threatening to break them. 

His gentle touch sent a shiver down your spine, “Take off your clothes,” You ask as Ifirt licks behind your ear.

You had always ameliorated uncomfortable guests, you never got as far as letting them have actual sex. You would only go as far as being nude and pleasuring each other, ignoring the real sex. But you felt now in the air that these ghouls were growing impatient with this “rule” of yours.

The quint and fire ghoul undressed, leaving just you clothed in lingerie and your hair thrown messily into a clip. 

The room had cleared out, leaving the prostitutes resting other than yourself. The quiet atmosphere raised with heat, not from the crackling fireplace but from the sexual tension as you took the two ghouls erections in your hands.

You felt heat drip into your gut, like molten lava that tempted you to draw you into a dark abyss. The candles flickered, and you closed your eyes focusing on the intense fire that grew between your legs as you felt the net against your legs tear against a sharp claw. You whined unintentionally as the hands roamed up your chest and tugged at the lace of your bra. 

“Have me, please..” You whine, cracking your eyes open to be pushed back against the bed of pillows

The night would continue not like any other, and you would be filled with absolute bliss.

[harrysfolklore]

need me a blurb of harry thriving in latin america bc we all know he absolutely peaks over there

here it is !! a blurb about colombia, peru, chile and argentina 💖 brasil will get its insta blurb once the shows are done ! i hope you like this

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Colombia

"I'm so excited. I've never played here on my own before." Harry said as he looked over the window of his private jet, you were on your flight to Colombia after spending an incredible week in Mexico where Harry had four amazing shows filled with love, music and moments he would never forget, you were beyond happy that Harry was making amazing memories in Latin America.

"It's going to be an amazing show, baby," you looked up from your phone and saw his excited little smile, you were previously texting some of your friends from Colombia about stuff to do and places to visit over there, you knew Harry was dying to explore and walk around before the show. "I have a list of places we should visit, and I made a reservation for dinner tonight, my friends say this restaurant is the best in the city."

"That sounds lovely, darling." He let out a yawn as he got comfortable, drifting off to sleep for the rest of the flight.

After an easy landing and check in at your hotel, you went strolling around, Harry clad in his signature blue adidas jacket and you were wearing matching comfortable clothes, after some nice dinner that was even accompanied by live salsa music that Harry absolutely loved and made sure to get it added to the Late Night Talking intro and a couple of shots of Aguardiente, you guys walked around the streets of Bogota, and even tho Harry's mask was covering his lips, his eyes gave away the happiness he was feeling.

He felt at home.

"You know, I feel like you've been glowing lately," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, walking hand in hand "You've been glowing ever since the Guadalajara show" you added, turning your head to look at him.

"I thought that only happened during pregnancy, right?" Harry asked, looking down at you.

"You glow when you're happy, baby." you smiled up at him, melting at the sight of his eyes getting even softer, he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and kiss the crown of your head through his mask.

"I'm very, very happy. That's for sure"

//

Peru

“I’d like to begin with a massive massive thank you to you for such a warm welcome back to Peru, I remember being here in 2014 and I remember how incredible you were, and we’ve barely begun the show and you’re just as incredible tonight.” Harry said into the mic as he walked down the catwalk, you were fondly watching by the stage wings, absolutely enamored by the crowd and how beautiful Harry looked in his pink heart top,

"The last time I was here I went on a little hike with my girlfriend, who's here tonight by the way, give it up for my YN!" the screams grew louder at the mention of your name, and it didn't fail to warm your heart "We went to Machu Picchu last time, beautiful landscape, it was like watching my history books come to life," he continued, "However, I made the terrible decision to wear tight skinny jeans that day, I ended up with a nasty fabric burn on my bum," you couldn't help but laugh as you remembered how much of a cry baby Harry was when we had his little incident "Yeah, I was a naive 20 year old boy who didn't listen to his girlfriend, who persistently told him to wear more adequate clothes for the occasion." Harry turned his head towards you and sent you a wink, that didn't fail to make you blush like you were those 20 year old kids again.

"Anyway! Who's ready for more music? Mas musica Peru!" the lights went down and everyone got ready to sing and dance again, the smile on Harry's face growing bigger and his heart filled with happiness to be playing for another latin american crowd.

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Chile

"Come here. I miss you"

"And I would also love to see you in that black bathing suit x"

You laughed as you read the texts Harry sent, you were currently in Santiago, Chile, and the weather was so nice the entire crew decided to spend the day by the pool.

You made your way towards the private pool area the resort designated for you, and once you spotted your boyfriend your mouth couldn't help but water a bit.

He was in his shirtless and black swimming trucks glory, his tattoos in full display and his skin glowing, arms open for you to crawl in.

"Finally, I've missed you" he said as you laid down next to him on the lounge chair he was resting, using his arm as a pillow.

"Don't be dramatic now, I was just gone for like 30 minutes" you turned your body sideways to look at his eyes, the sparkle on them hasn't left since you arrived to Colombia.

"Still too long," he placed your hand on your bare back and caressed it softly, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, "I don't think I'll ever be over yesterday." he said making your move to nuzzle your face on his chest, his hand not leaving your back.

"It was a great show lovie, and tomorrow will be just as good" you placed a chaste kiss on his chest, and rested your hand there.

"I mean yeah, but i was talking about the amazing blowj-" you swatted his chest before he could continue, "Harry! Your entire tour crew is around, have some class" you said, making him laugh hysterically and kiss the crown of your head multiple times.

"Baby, they know I'm not a virgin, don't be so shy now" he gave you a teasing smirk that made you roll your eyes with affection before standing up.

"I swear you're like a teenager sometimes, I'm hopping in the water, bye!"

//

Argentina

"Holy shit! Look at how packed that pit is already" Harry said as he got a peek of the stadium, it was still early but fans were already inside and waiting for him.

"You know how much your fans here love you, baby. Tonight's show is going to be crazy" you rested your chin on his shoulder, looking at the crowd with him.

"It's going to be one of the best, I can't fucking wait" excitement was evident on his voice and you couldn't help but melt a bit, the man you love was happy and that made you the happiest as well.

"They scored!" Anthony Pham's voice made you turn your heads, a bunch of the crew members were watching the Argentina vs Australia match on a small tv, and the screams from the crowd just confirmed that their country had just scored.

"Wait, put the match on the big screens, let's watch it together with the crowd" Harry said and guys from the tech crew quickly put the match on the stadium screens, making fans grow excited.

By the end of the match and by a close call, Argentina won and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams, the entire staff celebrating too and hyping the crowd.

"Go celebrate with them baby! Go on!" you urged Harry to go on stage, "You know what? Fuck it!" and he ran to the stage and hyped the crowd, celebrating the victory with them

Argentina gave him one of his best tour memories already and the shows were still yet to happen.

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[jemmo]

ok so something @ohmpatwat said in this post got me thinking about something i didn't need to think about and has now broken me. and it was this; 'i assume he (wai) asked to join the crew again to execute his disgusting plan'.

i hate this. bc it never even clicked before why wai got to be up there. and he's wearing the headset and everything and in the preview you see him doing stuff on stage and with the headset again. so clearly he's rejoined the play despite pulling the asshole move of manipulating pran into taking on his work. and that wasnt just a 'can you help out while i'm practicing rugby', no, he said he quit. and the fact that he's joined again just to carry out his little master plan is disgusting.

but the thing is, is that after hearing pran getting dragged back into the play, thats probably one of the reasons pat ultimately took the role as well. not only did he want to be pran's knight in shining armour and help him out, he probably saw the play, as he said, as a chance to be around pran more. and with wai quitting the play and pran's other friends from the sounds of things not being hugely involved either, i kinda imagined that they both saw the play, the stage, the rehearsals as a safe space, free of pran's friends. instead, they're surrounded by people that dont know, or if they do dont care about the rivalry, they're not any part of it, and therefore pat and pran can be around each other, talk to each other, exist around each other without someone flying off the handle. in a way, its kinda like when they were in high school. again, they have a place free of feuds and fighting where they can be comfortable. and they get to flirt on that stage so so much and its adorable and so important bc, even if in a small way, they can express their affection in public, with people around, just as any normal couple can.

in that way, i love how the stage is kinda literal, bc the pat and pran scenes that take place there are very much scenes that could happen in the kwan and riam play itself. its them two flirting and being sweet, but also them two arguing about people finding out and how they feel about having to hide and ultimately making up and developing their relationship and trying to move forward. its all stuff that i imagine happens in the kwan and riam play. and you see that perfectly in the scene where pat is basically making up with pran through the lines from the play. its like they sync up on that stage, and thats why both the play as an entity and the literal stage itself provide this feeling of safety for pat and pran that allows them to be more free.

and thats why i hate it the most that wai intruded on that space purposefully and took that place away from them. he took this space of safety and exposed it to everyone, and thats plain cruel. he took advantage of the fact they were letting their guards down for just a moment to expose them to the world. and i hate the message that that gives to pat and pran, that nowhere is safe, nowhere comfortable, nowhere is free of judgement, as if they need to be reminded for the billionth time that they cant navigate this relationship without everyones eyes on them, and everyone's opinions hurtled at them. bc the play was just their thing, they worked together and enjoyed the work they were doing, they hung out there, they talked their, they travelled to and from their together. it was something they could finally do together and wai just went and destroyed it.

and i hate even even more that it cruely mirrors the christmas concert, where again pat and pran felt safe and secure, felt they could be around each other, enjoy their passion together, work on a song together, only for that too to be taken from them. i hate that it sets a precedent in their minds that they cant allow themselves to be too happy, bc when they're too happy, when they feel too comfortable and too relaxed and too free, thats when everything will always come crashing down. it happened in high school and its happening now, history keeps repeating itself and it feels horribly unavoidable and inevitable and that breaks me.

[hurricanery]

every other freckle

A/N: I got this prompt requesting something from Link’s POV and I struggggggled with that concept but here it is. Something very random and fluffy bc next week’s promo is scaring me and I wanted to write something cute to distract myself. This is also basically my love letter to season 15 amelink bc I miss them so very much. Hope you enjoy & as always feedback and prompts are welcome <3

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Sometimes she snores.

And it makes Link smile.

Like right now. She’s snoring, but just barely. It’s faint. And it’s rare.

She’s a quiet sleeper. Sometimes she sleeps so soundlessly, that Link almost finds himself questioning whether she’s actually breathing, eyes scanning for the rise and fall of her chest. Just to make sure.

This morning though, there’s no question about it. The light snore only ever occurs when she’s in a deep sleep. And this is one of those occurrences.

It’s a Sunday morning. Which means they don’t have anywhere to be. But Link is wide awake anyway. Amelia faces him, curled into herself slightly, her faint snores fluttering against the stray pieces of dark hair that rest over her cheek. She sleeps on her side, and Link mirrors her position. She has her free arm draped between them, the arm that’s not currently trapped underneath her. And her hand loosely grasps his t-shirt, even in sleep.

This is when Link is most content, he thinks. On Sunday mornings. When they have no obligations other than to be exactly where they are. Sometimes he thinks he wants to live in Sunday mornings forever.

Amelia sighs. And her hand twitches slightly against him. But she doesn’t wake. Link's smile widens, and he reaches his own hand forward to begin gently tracing a pattern over her bare arm. She has a freckle on her shoulder, just to the right of her tank top strap, and another freckle on the outside of her wrist. Link traces a route, lightly with his finger, from one freckle all the way down to the other. Up and down. Back and forth.

Amelia shivers and Link halts his finger. Her eyes don’t open, but the absence of her snores is his first indication.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, voice hoarse.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Her eyes blink open, adjusting to his stare.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

Link ignores her question. A question she likely already knows the answer to. He resumes his finger’s pattern against her arm, and a moment later, he speaks again.

“You have a lot of freckles.”

Amelia frowns.

“I do not.”

“Why do you say that so defensively?” He chuckles, and his finger continues it’s zig zag from one mark on her arm, onto the next.

It causes her to shiver again and Link grins, shifting his eyes to hers.

“Cold?” He sounds smug.

“No,” and she sounds pointed. “You know that tickles.”

He stops his movement, fingers coming to rest against her wrist. Her eyes slip shut again and Link watches her face.

Another of his favorite things about Sunday mornings, when they have nowhere to be, is that they get to experience the morning sun from bed. The way it shines through the translucent material of the curtains and gives the room a warm glow. It highlights their bare faces and makes everything feel revitalizing.  

“You have freckles on your face, too.”

“Shh,” she mutters, frowning as she buries the side of her face deeper into her pillow. “I’m trying to go back to sleep.”

Link exhales on a smile, but nods to himself. He relaxes into his own pillow, too. In an attempt to incite a little more sleep.

Moments later, he feels cold feet press between his shins, attempting to bury their way into his warmth. His eyes jolt open. It’s a common occurrence, something Amelia’s made a habit of. But every time she does it, it still gives him that initial shock. He looks at her, and her eyes are still closed, like she’s on the brink of sleep again. And it makes Link want to laugh, her ability to always be touching him in some capacity, especially so absentmindedly. It makes him think about how far they’ve come.

It had started physically for them. Their entire relationship. It was based on physical touch. It had very recently grown into something more, but it had surely started that way.

‘Alternative pain relief,’ Amelia had called it.

Link lays in bed now, feeling her feet tangle with his, and he thinks all the way back to the beginning. How they even got here, to this particular Sunday morning.

It had been a false start. The first time they really spoke. An ill-advised proposal for a dinner date had unfortunately led to some animosity on her part.

“Are you asking me out?” she’d question his intentions incredulously.

“I heard you like Italian food…”

Her face fell. And Link recoiled.

A false start.

And then the next time they interacted, it was the same but different. An almost change of heart.

But horrible timing.

A mass overdose in the park had led to an overcrowded ER, and major stress on everyone involved.

He remembers the way her face had twisted at the news. One second, they’d been discussing escape hatches and trips to Barbados. And then the next, they’d been discussing the outcome of a teenage boy that Link couldn’t successfully revive.

But it wasn’t just any teenage boy.

“I knew him.” Amelia’s expression had haunted him in the moment, and it still haunts him now. “That kid...he was….”

He’d stepped forward.

“He was a good kid. He wasn’t a bad kid.” She shook her head, battling with the idea that the argument even had to be made.

And Link had nodded slowly.

“I’m gonna have to call his parents.”

“I could take care of that.” He’d offered. Desperate for anything to combat the distress that invaded her face and voice.

“No. No I’m-” She’d cut herself off, and Link felt panic rise in his chest. He barely knew her. But he’d felt strangely protective of her. He’d battled with the decision of how to help her.

“Thank you.”

She’d turned away from him, but Link had caught a glimpse of it. Her expression as she fought off a full-body sob.

“I’m so sorry.” And it had been evident in her voice too.

“It’s okay.” It’s all he could come up with, as he stepped around her, towards her. In a protective way. Like he’d been trying to cover her from the people that surrounded them in the hallway.

“I’m sorry.”

He’d felt so inclined to comfort her. To reach a hand up and rest it against her back as she keeled over on top of the cot in the hallway.

She’d let out a broken sob. And it’s still one of the most devastating sounds Link can ever recall hearing.

And he wholeheartedly regrets the way his hand had dropped to his side, and not gently against her back, like he’d intended.

Because he’d battled with it. Hesitated. Stuck on the predicament of how to comfort her.

He regrets it currently. As he lays in bed and watches her sleep. And he can’t help but reach forward and touch her now. Like he’s overcompensating for the way he’d reacted then. Because he was so close in the moment, to acting on his instinct. But it just wasn’t enough.

So he does it now. His fingers find their way back to her arm, in a similar pattern to before, and the action reminds him of New York. Again of the early stages.

It started as purely physical. Just sex. No sleepovers. And that’s the way Amelia had labeled it.

But, in a hotel room in New York, Link had done it almost absentmindedly.

He’d run his fingers up and down her arm in an intimate way. He’d never done it before, but it felt right. And he swore he saw a wave of emotions cross Amelia’s face at his actions. Like she’d actually quite liked the feeling. Or maybe she was scared to like the feeling. And so she’d climbed out of his bed, removed herself completely from that revelation.

Link chuckles to himself at the memory, as he re-creates that same motion against her arm. Because now they're in her bed. And it is intimate. Yet there’s no revelation on Amelia’s part, because the light touch is such habit by now.

“Why are you laughing?”

Link startles at the sound of her voice, once again surprised to learn that she’s awake.  

“I’m just thinking about you.” He answers honestly.

She groans. Because she’s not a conversationalist in the morning. And especially not a romanticist.

“Well, you’re thinking really loud,” she huffs out a sigh, turning over in bed.

“I’m sorry,” he stifles a laugh, reaching forward to tap his finger against her shoulder blade. “I’ll be quiet now.”

When she turns back over to face him, she’s grinning.

“Can we just….stay in bed all day?” She whispers.

“Of course,” Link mirrors her grin. “I already thought that was the plan.”

She looks him up and down, in the same way she always does when she’s deciding her next move. Deciding how she’s going to eliminate the space between them.

Link knows the face, and in response he opens his arms to her. She bites down on a smile as she shifts forward, burying her face in his chest and sighing in content. He wraps his arms around her and gives a gentle squeeze as they settle into the position.

And they both quickly drift towards sleep again.

_______

When Link eventually blinks awake, he has no idea how much time has passed. He registers one thing, though, as his eyes adjust.

And that’s Amelia’s stare.

She faces him, eyes wide like she’s just been caught.

Link clears his throat.

“Are you the one watching me sleep, now?”

“Maybe.”

Link laughs a bit, under his breath. Still slowly waking up.

“Have I ever made you my waffle recipe?” Amelia sounds eager, her tone far more awake and alert than Link feels. He thinks he has some catching up to do.

“I don’t think you have.”

She rolls over, swinging her legs over the bed and setting her feet on the floor.

“Amelia?”

She stands, tossing a robe on as she moves towards the door.

“Stay here,” she says simply.

“Where are you going?”

She pauses, looking once more in his direction before leaving the room.

“Just stay here,” she grins hugely. “We’ll eat in bed.”

A warmth fills Link’s chest, one that matches the morning glow of the room. He rolls onto his back with a gratified exhale, as his thoughts from earlier echo into his mind.

He thinks he wants to live in Sunday mornings forever.

//

[bastardtetsu]

{day 11} natasha & anatole | terushima x reader

pairing: terushima yuuji x gn!reader

genre: meet-cute at a rock concert, fluff but with lots of s*xual tension ya know

wc: 1.2k

warnings: implied alcohol consumption (there is a bar present), nervous/romantically inexperienced reader, suggestive thoughts & tension but nothing else, copious sustained eye contact

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

look straight into my eyes nearness, tenderness smile at me gaze straight into my eyes

—natasha & anatole; natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 (music & lyrics by dave malloy)

a rush of cold air is what catches your attention first.

you wheel around, somewhat startled by the sudden chill penetrating the warm, stuffy little venue, packed with bodies bouncing and thrashing to the blare of the music. the volume isn’t as deafening at your table back by the door - however, now the door is open, letting in the brisk nighttime air, and a man.

the next thing that gets your attention is how exceptionally good-looking he is.

your gaze is fixed on him as he makes his way towards the stage, confidence radiating off of him. the way he garishly saunters through the crowd would have looked more ridiculous if he weren’t so attractive - his blond hair is messily slicked back, exposing his pierced ears and shining brown eyes, and as he slips his jacket off you can’t help but notice his toned arms flexing through the sleeves of his t-shirt.

when your eyes dart back up to his face, they are met with a pair of brown eyes gleaming right at you. you feel your heartbeat speed up, your body freezing in place. his gaze stays on you as he passes your table, offering only a nod and a nonchalant grin before disappearing into the crowd.

you slowly exhale, releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. those few seconds of eye contact somehow felt like hours to you. who was that?

you’ve been on dates with guys before, but none of them have ever looked at you like that. maybe that’s why none of those dates ever led to anything - there was always some sort of block, a barrier of forced politeness. but those eyes pierced right through that barrier just now, grabbing hold of you and trapping you without having to speak a word.

the crowd lets out a thunderous cheer as another song ends. you turn your head towards the bar and immediately catch those piercing brown eyes, riveted on you once again. you quickly avert your gaze this time, heart rate skyrocketing, but only a few second pass before you cave into the urge to try & sneak another peek.

no sneaking is possible, you quickly realize, because every time you turn to look at him he’s looking right back, unabashed in his enthrallment. even as he leans in to utter something to his friend, he doesn’t break his gaze. you can’t hear a thing over the start of the band’s next song, but it’s obvious: he’s talking about you.

you finally give up, attempting to focus your attention on what’s happening on the stage. rock shows aren’t exactly your scene, but your friends had convinced you to accompany them to this one. maybe they'd predicted that you would opt to stay at the table and watch their stuff while they ventured into the crowd to dance - not that you mind. you prefer to remain hidden here in the back, away from the chaos of the crowd.

“hey.”

a voice cuts through your thoughts. you turn to find those of wide brown eyes, now right beside you at your table. any chance of hiding evaporates as they beam at you, transfixed.

“you look really familiar. were you at higashiyama’s last weekend?” he leans in closer so you can hear him over the band. you catch a glimpse of silver on his tongue as he speaks.

“um… i don’t think so,” you respond timidly, heat rising to your face. he’s just as handsome up close, if not more so.

“ah, well nevermind. my name’s yuuji, what’s yours?”he replies, unfazed.

“i-i’m y/n,” you stutter nervously.

“how do you like the band?”

“um, they’re good,” you reply, unsure of what else to say and already burning up in the heat of his gaze.

“listen, y/n, my buddies and i are throwing a party next saturday,” he goes on, leaning in even closer but never taking his eyes off you, “you should totally come.”

“oh—“

“it’s gonna be super fun,” he insists, eyes alight and still fixed on you, “i promise!”

“oh, i…” you trail off. yuuji’s boldness seems to come naturally, and while such straightforwardness would normally be a turn-off for you, he has a certain naive charm that puts you at ease. the bright smile on his face is almost childlike, especially paired with his wide, eager eyes that you can’t seem to look away from.

“you don’t have to answer right away,” he reassures you with a cheerful grin, then without missing a beat, “so are you from around here?”

“uh, y-yeah,” you stammer, attempting to collect yourself, “what about you?”

“i just moved here!” he chatters, “i’m still adjusting, you know, getting used to the change. i didn’t like it much at first, honestly,” he chuckles, letting his gaze drop for a second while he brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. his eyes are quick to lock onto yours again, grinning suggestively before he purrs, “but now i like it a lot better.”

you can feel the heat rising through your whole body now, heavy bass reverberating in your ears - or maybe that’s your heart pounding, it’s hard to tell anymore - as the blond stranger drinks you in, allowing his smiling eyes to travel down your neck, over the curve of your shoulder all the way down your bare arms resting on the table.

you scour your brain for a response, but the only thing your mind can conjure are images of his arms wrapped around you, squeezing your back tightly against his chest while his mouth explores your exposed neck. you imagine how his lips would feel latched onto your skin, the cold metal stud making you shiver as he drags his tongue up—

“so, how about next saturday?” yuuji’s voice interrupts your lecherous train of thought. those intoxicating eyes are still on you, twinkling with infatuation. “you’ll be the prettiest one there,” he adds with an inviting smile.

words continue to elude you, mind blank as his intense gaze renders you speechless. despite the physical space between you, somehow that stare makes you feel impossibly close to him. you find yourself getting lost in it, the music and the crowd fading away until it’s just the two of you, invisible in your own private world, no barrier standing between you. no one has ever made you feel like this before.

it’s a bit frightening - a complete stranger rendering you so bare and vulnerable with his eyes alone - but at the same time there is a kind of reassurance in their glow, a tender comfort that soothes your trepidation with sweet unspoken words. the corners of your mouth twitch upwards involuntarily.

“i’ll think about it,” you finally reply, allowing a coy smile to grace your lips, “why don’t you put your number in my phone?”

yuuji’s face lights up into a triumphant smile, his brown eyes glowing even brighter than before.

you’re about ready for those eyes to ruin you.

a/n: okokok this one was super fun to write !!! forever obsessed with the way great comet blends the inner worlds of the characters’ minds with reality — we know exactly what the character(s) is/are feeling inside, and the lyrics almost read like narrative fiction as a result, so it was an interesting challenge to translate that to actual narrative fiction and try to maintain the feeling of the music at the same time! terushima is also such an anatole it hurts me. i don’t have a performance to link for this one bc great comet is kinda impossible to film due to the nature of the show, but i might have a bootleg link or two if ur interested enough to dm me…

taglist: @izagraceee​ @musicgetsmeoutofbed​ @azo-musxas​ @tsumurai @ghostlydiamond135 @animeboysimppp @starshaped-raindrops

[allmyspideys]

Festival (h.o)

Summary: Harrison spotted a beautiful girl that he just needed to talk to. it's you. You're the beautiful girl

Warnings: light drinking, fluff, kissing, i guess a hint of a deep conversation

Words: 2k+

A/N: I felt really weird posting this bc I thought that my energies should be focused on the blm movement, but then I remembered that it’s okay to do both. You can be active and do other things, so to anyone worried that I don’t care or I’m not doing anything, don’t be. I am doing lots and if you want to talk about more ways to be active or educate yourself, come chat!! Anyway, I  really wanna go to a festival or like any social interaction... my extroverted ass is sad

It was supposed to be an easy weekend with Tom and Harry. He wasn't supposed to see a girl that would end up occupying his mind. It wasn't a boy's weekend per se, but they all needed a good fun weekend. But Harrison saw a beautiful, ethereal woman; her head was thrown back in laughter with her friends and the sun seemed to shine directly on her. He longed to hear that sound of her laughter. For a moment Harrison found himself thinking of every possibility of this woman: what are her eyes like?, her hair must be so soft, what does she enjoy?. Quickly though, he shook the thoughts out of his head and returned to Tom's story, but the image of the beautiful goddess was still in his head.

When your best friend invited you to a festival, you immediately said yes. It was exactly what you needed: a fun weekend away from work and full of music and new people. You loved the idea of meeting new people and bonding over your good artists. You were excited to say the least.

You and your friends were standing around, drinking, telling jokes, laughing, when you spotted a group of really cute guys. One of them was looking at you too, making you blush and turn away. He was with other guys of equal cuteness, but there was something about the sheer blueness of his eyes that pulled you in to him. It was as if you couldn't look away.

"Y/N let's go! Rex Orange County is starting soon!" your friend called to you and pulled you out of your trance. Still, as you walked away, you couldn't help but want to run into the blue eyed man again.

As you and your friends walked towards the stage, you looked around to admire all the people that were surrounding you. Part of you was looking for that guy who’s blue eyes were still ingrained in your memory. To call them blue would be an understatement. No, they were more like an electric cyan, but had the softness of a baby blue and a twinge turquoise. They were the color of young love; the nervous kind that went to the fair at night to look at the neon lights and buy raspberry cotton candy, but grew old to be warm and loving, if not a bit cheeky too. You began to wonder about him, all because of his stupid blue eyes. 

Though you and your friends had planned to get to the stage early, there were still many people that got there before you, making your spot to see one of your favorite bands farther back than you would have liked. Still, you were happy to be there and enjoying the buzz of everyone else around you. There was something special about festivals: the excited energy that combined with the chill attitudes and all summed up in the collective jump dancing. It was unlike anything else, that’s for sure. It really opened you up to opportunities that you’d normally question. For instance, hoping that the boy with the blue eyes would be legitimately interested and you’d actually meet him again. 

Just as you began to imagine the eyes once again, you bumped into something. Immediately turning to apologize, you were stopped by those blue eyes staring at you once again. 

“Hi,” you said with a breathless smile, “it’s you”. Quickly you realized how strange the statement was and began to stutter with an apology mixed with some comment about the concert, but thankfully, he understood.

“I’m Harrison,” he said, shaking your hand. It’s a total cliche, but it was true, there were sparks in that touch and there was no denying it.

“I’m Y/N”, again, a huge smile broke out on your face as you looked into those eyes that just kept popping up in your mind. 

The show began just as you both called your friends over. It was a bit of a strange meeting; this guy you had just met that was meeting all your friends, and you all his, but somehow it just made so much sense. Maybe it was the festival feeling, but something was just right about it. The lights were shining all around you and you let the music take you a place of pure feeling and happiness. You were dancing with your closest friends and about 500 other complete strangers, and yet, you felt the most connected with everyone than ever. Harrison found himself drifting to look at you; the pure contentment on your face and the freeness of your body in your dancing was absolutely amazing. He motioned to you, but you couldn’t hear him very well, so he took the opportunity to touch you, gently. Harrison pulled your face in close as he leaned to whisper in your ear. His breath was hot against your ear, but it caused shivers to run down your spine. 

“Do you want to get on my shoulders?” he asked.

“Are you crazy?” you laughed with wide eyes, “I can’t get up there!”

“Trust me. I won’t let you fall,” Harrison looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows. You let out a laugh and a gleeful scream as you took his hand. Harrison squatted down and gave you his knee, his eyes never leaving yours. After you got situated Harrison slowly stood back up, one hand’s fingers pressed into your thighs and the other interlaced with yours. You had to admit, the show was infinitely better from up there and Harrison made sure you were okay the whole time with an occasional squeeze of your hand. It was too soon to say you were falling, but there was a feeling running through your whole body that you were not ready to let go of. 

Harrison helped you off his shoulders as the show ended. Part of you was kind of sad that you wouldn’t have the feeling of his fingers pressing into your thighs and the occasional looks up to make sure that you were okay. The feeling was mutual for Harrison; he didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed having your legs over his shoulders and even if his mind went elsewhere with that idea, he enjoyed the simplicity of having that moment with you. Your friend turned to you, beaming with happiness, “Girl!! You wanna go get some drinks?? I’ll get the spot set up for fireworks”. You immediately knew that she had already invited Harrison’s friends to join you and was thinking of all the questions she was going to ask you on the ride back to the hotel. 

“I’ll come with,” Harrison perked up and looked to you for permission.

Not needing to answer, you winked at your friend and grabbed Harrison’s hand as you turned away to go find some drinks. You thought about holding it the whole way there, but decided against it. You had only just met and barely talked, but Harrison disagreed and as you let go, he tightened up, again looking to you for permission. You simply smiled and laced your fingers together. You had to admit, the fit of his fingers between yours was nearly perfect. It was a little tight, but only because you hadn’t held someone’s hand in a while, but the way his fingers wrapped around the back of your hand was the most amazing feeling that made you break out into a shit eating grin and caused flutters throughout your body. 

Once you got close Harrison ran ahead to begin collecting the drinks. 

“You go order the booze and I’ll grab everything else,” he said with a wink. Together you walked back to your friends, both arms full of goodies.

The fireworks started to go off, but neither you nor Haz could take your eyes off each other. You muttered to yourself again, those stupid eyes, as you watched the way the firework colors light up in his eyes. Honestly, it was magical; the way the firework color took over the almost translucent blue to become a wonderful purple or red in the glow of his eyes.

Harrison wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to know your passions and your loves, your past, things that you hated, especially the little things. He sat there looking at you with all this wonder and admiration in his eyes as you talked about your job and your future plans. He could see how passionate you were; he loved that you had dreams and were willing to go after them. Harrison was so enthralled by you and the light in your eyes that he didn’t realize you had finished until you said, “Harrison?”

“Oh! Uh,” he chuckled nervously, “sorry. I think it’s amazing that you know what you want to do and you’re going after it. It’s truly amazing… you’re amazing,” he said with a smile.

As you began to mention all the things he’s doing and the admiration you held for him, a young actor just trying his best and giving it his all, he stumbled over his thank you and turned the questions back to you.

“So,” you noted the curiosity in his eyes, “what don’t you like?”

Harrison marveled in the big laugh that you let out, again, finding himself thoroughly captivated in your stories. He couldn’t help but note the things that you loved and hated, just in case he needed them for future use. Meanwhile, you were taking as many mental pictures as possible to remember the look of someone who was truly interested in the things you were saying. It gave you hope; it gave you butterflies, no Harrison gave you butterflies. 

You talked about everything. Occasionally the conversation turned a little deep, but it was still so open. You felt free to be wholly you, the version of you that you wanted to be. Harrison helped bring that out of you. 

“You’re so great,” he said, looking down and biting his lip a little, “Why are you single? Wait, you are single right?” 

You could see the panic on his face, but you just chuckled, “yes, I am single”. Harrison looked at you expectantly. Had it been someone else or maybe somewhere else, you wouldn’t have answered truthfully. You would have said something like, “I enjoy it!” or “I’ve just been too busy to date anyone lately”, but you felt accepted enough to tell him the truth.

“I’ve been so scared to date anyone because I don’t date just to date. I want to actually like the person, right, and I thought if I got into a serious relationship while I was in university or just after that a few years down the road, after we’d become dependent on each other, that it would just crumble and I’d lose a friend. So I decided that not dating anyone would be better than losing someone I loved,” you looked away, unable to look at Harrison.

“You can’t live in fear like that,” he said while turning your face back to him, “but I understand”, and you knew he truly did. Once again, your body filled with those flutters as you looked into his eyes. 

The fireworks ended sooner than you would have liked and your friends began to pack up. Harrison routinely stole glances at you as he helped you pack away the day. Your friends began saying their goodbyes to the people they had grown close with over the day and your spirit started to fall. You tried to remind yourself to be happy that you got to experience everything, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit sad. Unwillingly you turned to Harrison to say goodbye and saw the same look in his blue eyes. Those stupid eyes, you thought. 

“Thank you,” you said. Harrison was rubbing your arms and looking deeply into your eyes. He was trying his best to remember the way that they looked.

“It was so amazing meeting you,” he said back. There was so much unsaid, but so much understood. 

As you were turning away from Harrison, the boy you had grown to have a huge, raging crush on, a smile broke out on your face. You were thinking of all the memories you’d think back on later that night and wish that you had asked for his number, email, something, but also be content in knowing that you had a moment. Harrison, however, was not content. He had just met this amazing woman that shook everything he thought he knew about girls. He was not done with you; he could not let you walk away. Quickly, Haz grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, placing another hand on the side of your face, steadying your body, and planting his lips on yours. At first you didn’t know what was happening, but very quickly, your body melted into his, and your lips began moving with his. 

It was everything you thought it would be. It was the fireworks you just saw. It was the spark that you felt when your hands touched for the first time. It was the flutters that took over your whole body and mind every time you looked into his eyes. It was the first time that Harrison saw you. It was the feeling of his fingers against your thighs. It was the pictures of you running through his head. It was the melody of your voice that filled his ears every time you spoke. It was everything you hoped and so so much more.

You broke for a minute and rested your head against Harrison’s, foreheads still touching and fingers still intertwined. You had a great day with a great guy and your friends. You met someone great. Harrison was feeling the exact same way. He never planned on meeting someone, much less meeting someone as amazing as you. It was meant to be an easy weekend and it turned out to be so much more. 

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

[23wildestdreams]

About me

I’m Michelle, 25, from Vancouver BC Canada ♡ I work in retail, but my true passion is writing and creating artwork. I am a mom to a three year old daughter Alison who completes my life. The moment I had her I knew she brought me back to life. I get the most joy out of helping others. I’ve been struggling with depression, anxiety and my ed for most of my life and I try to remain as positive as possible so that others know they can overcome as well.

My Era

I found Taylor in 2006 when my dad told me to listen to ‘tied together with a smile’. He said that Taylor reminded him of me. (Back then I use to sing, had poofy curly hair and loved to write songs). I fell in love with Taylor immediately. That song spoke to me and I knew she would be my rolemodel. Though, I had no idea what she would become for me.

My Song:

I can’t choose one. That’s impossible. My favourite songs are tied together with a smile, sparks fly, and never grow up. The first song I’ve ever heard from Taylor was tied together with a smile and I remember feeling like she was singing it to me. It took me years to finally see my beauty and I’ll never forget the words of that song ♡ Sparks fly was the first song I ever heard Taylor sing live. I’ll never forget the magic and rush I felt hearing it. It was a dream. On the 1989 tour she also sang this song as the surprise song in my town. I completely lost my cool. Never grow up, is the song I’ve always sung to my daughter. Even when she was in my belly. Now we sing it together at night and it warms my heart so much. She stills wraps her little hand around my finger.

Tour Experience:

I’ve seen Taylor three time’s. The speak now tour, red tour and 1989 tour. They are all still the best shows I’ve ever seen. Speak Now was so so magical, wow. When she ran from the other stage I got a chance to see her up close. She was glowing and so beautiful. She also gave her glove to the lady in front of me and I’ll never forget the sparkle in her eye. The red tour was so much fun, I remember singing and dancing my heart out. My seats weren’t the greatest, but that didn’t stop me from rocking out. Even with how hot it was in there Taylor sang and performed beautifully. The 1989 tour, what a time. What a time. I’ll never forget that confidence and love she showed us on that stage. I remember looking around while she sang blank space and everyone was just dancing, singing and beaming happiness. I didn’t see a single person sitting. It was the ultimate party.

Message to Taylor:

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough Taylor. You’ve helped me become the person I’ve always wanted to be. I can’t imagine my life or this world without you. You’re such a light for everyone here. I love you so so much and I hope that one day I’ll be able to thank you for giving me the best lessons throughout the years. ♡ @taylorswift

Love, Michelle

[starswornoaths]

Forget Me Not (1/2)

Here, have a Serella/Aymeric Hanahaki AU two-shot literally no one asked for bc writer’s block is the worst.

When Aymeric had told Serella she had brought spring back to Ishgard, he had meant it more than just metaphorically. He only wished he could find it in him to tell her thus.

Or:

Local man afflicted with dandyism, avoids confessing his feelings so much he nearly dies from it.

Word count: 1,742

Aymeric had grown so accustomed to feeling a flutter in his chest when speaking with Serella that he had at first thought little of it beyond how best to ignore it. 

In the beginning, the fluttering had accompanied a thrilling sort of rush from the thought that he would at last be meeting with the warrior whose exploits he had become so enraptured with. Idolatry, he had dismissed it as, and had presumed it would calm in time.

And it had. Until it had returned with the blossoming of their friendship, with coming to learn more of her than her legend, more of Serella than the Warrior of Light. It had been easy to wave it off even then; so unaccustomed to making friends as he was, surely he was just glad to have the opportunity to do so. 

Certainly, Aymeric felt his heart thaw the more time he spent with her— and that he made time for her at all should have clued him in to his own heart— and perhaps it should have been obvious to him, in the way he felt as though he glowed when she was with him, just how much deeper his feelings had begun to take root, how strongly she had planted herself in his life as a permanent presence necessary to his preservation. So unaccustomed to feeling such warmth for another — and from another — as he did with Serella, it had been easier to simply bury such feelings and wait for the fluttering in his chest to go away. Surely, it would stop, he reasoned.

Surely.

**

*

The first time he coughed up petals, Aymeric had been caught unawares.

 He had run into Serella by pure coincidence, though as with every time their paths intersected, they readily fell into step together to speak of the most recent book they were reading in tandem. It hadn’t mattered that they had overshot their destination in the Pillars by a half malm, they had both just hit the point in the murder mystery where the plot had taken an unexpected twist, and Aymeric had shared in her overcharged enthusiasm to discuss where they thought the story was going.

It had happened so suddenly, the realization and the consequence of his feelings both. It had been such a small moment, when Serella had pointed out one of the details in the story’s case to find the killer. As she wove her theory, her eyes of earth and sea glittering with excitement and her smile bright as a lily, he took in her energetic brilliance and something softly soul deep, all on its own, sighed, I love you.

The thought had startled him so thoroughly that he choked on a gasp in the middle of Serella unwittingly still spinning her theory. The flutter in his chest had returned, though it came accompanied by a strange rustling in his lungs that sent him into a coughing fit.

“Aymeric?” She stepped closer, resting reassuring hands on his back, his forearm, as he nearly doubled over from coughing. When his coughing had turned more productive, he accepted her handkerchief, and winced at the waxy objects that came up when at last he had managed to get his coughing under control.

When he looked down at what he had coughed up to see little yellow petals in the cloth, his mind drew a blank. When had he been near flowers recently? And near enough to have unknowingly consumed them, no less?

Breathlessly reassuring his dear friend (and surely only ever a friend, what else could she have possibly been,) Aymeric made a mental note to see a chirurgeon about the cough if it continued to persist.

As he read enough ahead to see that Serella’s theory had partially been correct that night, he coughed up enough flowers to start a garden, all yellow and frighteningly perplexing. He resolved to see the chirurgeon on the morrow— surely it was treatable. 

Surely.

**

*

The disease had many names, depending on the region, or so said the chirurgeon the next morning. Garden Lung. Hanahaki. Death Vine. The name mattered little.

For the cardinal sin of loving someone, Aymeric’s lungs were rapidly turning into a terrarium, and in time it would claim his life, if untreated. His options were… few. A cure could be found by his love being requited, or surgery to excise it— and with it, the ability to love at all, for the rest of his life.

“Think it over, Lord Commander.” The chirurgeon had spoken up kindly in the wake of his dazed silence. “It’s in its early stages yet. There is time to consider your options.”

Aymeric wanted to laugh. Of course he would be punished for love. Was it divine retribution for loving Hydaelyn’s chosen? Or was this the price for his father’s blood yet coursing through is veins? And all his absolution would cost him was to purge every gentle ilm that he had been reminded lived in his bones.

To forsake spring for decades of winter, or fall softly, sweetly, in the warmth of spring and sleep. Pragmatism demanded he let the ice claim him— what had love done for him but start to kill him, after all, and how could one as spirited and vibrant as the Warrior of Light want someone so anchored in his own obligations? To love him would be to tether her where she might otherwise soar free, he reasoned. 

But then Aymeric thought of the way Serella reminded him how Coerthas felt before the Calamity, how spring settled gently on the skin and warmed him to his bones. He remembered how soft the flowers felt beneath his fingertips, and how her hand in his felt much the same— 

The chirurgeon prescribed medication to slow the process. Surely that would buy him enough time to see Ishgard freed from his father’s cold, iron grip, to see the Gates of Judgement open to all and a new Ishgard shed its oppressive mantle.

Surely.

**

*

The chirurgeon had warned Aymeric the illness would worsen the more he loved, “whoever it is that’s worth dying for.” Though he had taken the advice to heart, he had not thought it would worsen so quickly.

Serella’s concern for his health when his cough persisted had only exacerbated the problem; unaccustomed to someone caring for his well being, he couldn’t help but fall a little further every time she brought him homemade soup, jars of honey from her bees infused with lemon and ginger, or offered to bring him a fleece blanket from her home.

Inside a month, the petals followed him everywhere— his kerchief, tucked into his armor, was laden with the yellow petals more oft than not. Eventually, it had been impossible to hide; what natural scent had been his was completely overridden by the scent of flowers, even had Serella not seen the petals flutter out of his coat when he moved to cover another cough.

“Those flowers…” Serella said softly, reaching over to touch one of the dry, intact flowers that had come from his coat. She was careful as she smoothed it out, looking at its broad, oval shaped petals with ruffled tips. “Gladiolus? How? These aren’t native to the region...” A ponderous frown creased her brow. 

“They are—” Aymeric choked, on flowers, feelings, and confession alike, for fear of her taking the blame for herself. She could hardly be faulted for not loving him, after all. “—I take my work to one of the greenhouses from time to time.” He admitted to her.

 While not an outright lie, a lie by omission all the same. His gut burned with the guilt, even as he felt the roots of his love sink deeper into his lungs, feel the petals of his devotion sway in the breeze of his breath when he let out a shuddering sigh. 

She looked up at him with those dazzling eyes of earth and sea, and all at once he understood how she had so thoroughly became his world. “I hadn’t realized you had an interest in flora,” she said with a grin. “I would have brought you flowers from my garden!”

If only she knew. She already had.

**

*

By the time the Warriors of Light had uncovered the truth of the Dragonsong War, and the atrocity that his people had committed a millenia ago, Aymeric was visibly ill. 

The worry for what she had been doing, the terror of what could befall her, had all become too much for his beleaguered heart, it seemed, on top of the myriad reasons he had fallen for her in the first place. By the time she had returned and aided Lady Ysayle in convincing the heretics to leave Ishgard peacefully, Aymeric had paled, thinned enough that his armor rattled hollow with his movement. He fought not to sway in time with his breaths, in time with the flowers that moved with his every rustling breath.

But the flowers had been set ablaze with his righteous indignation— at his nation’s history, at how many people had fought and died for a lie, at his father for perpetuating the lie, profiting from it, and letting the disenfranchised suffer for it. 

“A divided Ishgard will not survive.” He said, on his stumbling way out the door.

He was going to die anyroad, for love of someone he should feel naught for. He might as well be the one to confront his father for the crimes against the people Thordan had done naught for.

**

*

They hardly interrogated him after he’d been clapped in irons for fear of outright killing him.

The moment Grinneaux had landed a punch to Aymeric’s ribs, he had spilled the sword lilies from his mouth in a burst of sunlight yellow petals stained faintly in blood. They glowed softly on their gentle path to the stone floor. 

“Stop!” Haumeric ordered. “The Death Vines are deep in his lungs… we cannot kill him before he talks.” 

They found more dextrous flourishes of interrogation in the form of flames and flint daggers, of bloodletting and scorching, instead. The flowers caught fire before they even landed now, with Charibert searing his skin.

All below the collar, of course, on his father’s command, that his execution might look clean.

By the time Aymeric was found by kinder comrades, he had been left to lie in a bed of his own flowers, his secret well and fully out.

Part 2

[supremeuppityone]

Written for @klarosummerbingo Klarosummer Bingo prompt: Strawberry

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          The steel had been warmed by bodies all night long. She wrapped her hands around the pole, swinging her legs up into a cross ankle layback which drew appreciative whistles from the crowd. The stage lights blazed like the sun, but she soaked it in until her skin glowed and became its own beacon. Caroline reveled in how powerful her body felt as she seemed to defy gravity and effortlessly slide along the pole, transitioning into several combination spins that ended with a backflip that flowed into splits.

           The air was heavy with pheromone-laced anticipation, and she wondered if those gathered understood how the performers toyed with their senses, feeding on their energy until they were sated. Of course, at Bacchanalia, no one was ever completed satisfied. That was the point — to always leave the patrons wanting more. They flocked there in droves, eager for a wink, a caress, a teasing whisper from the dancers as they lounged upon velvet and silk.

           Caroline gazed confidently at the entranced patrons, watching how the wine flowed freely in jeweled chalices, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded as they observed the beautiful bodies writhe in intricate patterns. She could smell the sweet strawberry wine, almost tasting the seductive, rich flavors as she watched the nude servers pour the blush pink aphrodisiac from the marble fountains. She’d recently fallen in love with strawberries, especially its intoxicating wine — grapes were so BC.

           She painted ripe strawberries and vines along her body, weaving the leaves across her bare flesh, as the patrons delighted in tracing the intricate lines — when she allowed them to touch. They begged so sweetly, their slurred words a jumble of silly promises. Sometimes she was feeling generous — like tonight. Especially when she caught sight of his dirty blonde curls in the crowd.  

           Most assumed she was a nymph like the other dancers, and she did nothing to dispel those assumptions. It was so easy to blend among the humans and demigods; they could sense her free spirit and innate wildness, but never guessed her divinity. Which suited her just fine — she’d grown weary of ruling; the gods were petty and their world was so small. Caroline wished to live wide. Only satyrs would see her as she truly was, and so far, none had crossed her path. Good thing too — satyrs were nothing but trouble. And what they wanted from her she refused to give.

           With a sly wink to the crowd, she performed a quick handspring before wrapping her legs around the pole for an elaborate aerial invert. Brushing a blonde curl from her face, she blew kisses to her admirers as she seemingly floated off the stage. She paused at the bar, Bonnie handing her a delicious strawberry wine sangria that tasted like pure pleasure.

           Dryads were a rare find in this particular world, and Bonnie had been reluctant to coax out of her dimension. Especially with those secrets. But then Caroline promised her a safe home and all the soul energy she could devour, and suddenly Bacchanalia had the best bartender in the six realms. It was a comfortable companionship that suited them both, and she stroked the shining oak bar affectionately as she headed toward the champagne room. Where he was waiting.  

           Klaus was far too charming and attractive to be a mere human; from his scent, she could detect a subtle hint of power and was certain he was a demigod. That seductive smirk of his made her think he was possibly of Eros’ bloodline, but the way he spoke of his art gave her reason to believe his mother was one of the muses. He’d been booking time with her in the exclusive champagne room for a while now, and it was rapidly becoming the highlight of her evenings.

           “You are a goddess,” Klaus told her, making a pleased hum as she wrapped her body around the steel, seductively bringing her legs into a split grip variation that made his eyes darken with lust. She knew what he liked. Every slow, sensual movement left him desperate for her, his greedy gaze making her a bit breathless.

           Arching her back into a shoulder mount, she rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “You have no idea.” The bite of his cologne flooded her senses, and she needed his touch now. She straddled him as he lay back against the silken pillows, her hips barely brushing against his lap.

           Rumbling in pleasure, he rested a possessive hand at her waist as he guided her movements, fingers trailing lower as her breath caught. She could feel his need for her, and while she’d indulged in their playful explorations for some time now, she’d never broken the rule that she’d set for herself to never take it further — too much intimacy felt like, well, too much. And while that rule had served her well in this world, it was nearly impossible to ignore this connection with Klaus.

           She pushed his hands to her breasts, feeling his strength as he kneaded her flesh. As though sensing the shift in her mood, he pulled her more fully onto his lap, crushing their lips together. They writhed against each other, creating a delicious friction that scorched the air between them. Caroline shoved her fingers through his dirty blonde curls, startling when she felt two pointed horns rising. Satyr horns.

           There was a wildness in his gaze she’d never seen before. His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “I suppose both of our secrets are out. Wouldn’t you agree, Dionysus?”

[artificialqueens]

paris in the rain (when i'm with you) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare

AN: Rainy days and comfy clothes. Brooke and Vanessa just being happy and soft.

Inspired by the song “Paris In The Rain” by Lauv which became my official branjie song

This is me getting emotional over B looking soft in her comfy clothes and the fact that V liked the tweet when I sent her this song and said it made me think about branjie. If there’s any possibility that she listened to it and thought about them as well then I am a dead woman Here’s the link, listen to it and feel the vibe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZELmUooBlY Leave a comment, cry with me if you’d like because these two dumbasses literally own my dumb, drunk heart now Jenna I’m dedicating this thing to you bc you make me so happy and I can’t wait to actually cry and yell into your face in person

AO3

The rain was tapping gently against the windows of the van as the contestants were halfway to the studio for yet another day of stressful challenges. The clouded sky cast a grey glow onto the city, everything seemed to be a little bit more mellow and sleepier than usual. Even the queens were not as chatty, be it stress, unresolved drama or the weather. Vanessa and Brooke occupied their usual spot at the very end of the van, limbs impossibly tangled so no one could really tell when one ended and the other one began. The taller queen had her arms wrapped around Vanessa from the back and was looking out of the window, absently drawing circles with her thumb on her boyfriend’s small palm and placing soft kisses to her temple from time to time. Neither said a word, listening to the comforting murmur of conversation around them and each other’s calm breathing. Vanessa felt so warm and safe, tucked in the crook of Brooke Lynn’s neck, she would have easily said no to the whole show for the day if it meant being able to spend a few more private moments with her man. Especially since Brooke was wearing Vanjie’s favorite outfit- the white hoodie, that always smelled like aired out cigarettes smoke, Brooke’s cologne and a laundry detergent, and her worn-out grey beanie. As lovely as seeing her in tight-fitting pieces was, all put together and so gorgeous it took Vanessa’s breath away sometimes, she liked her best like this. She knew now it was mostly a dancer thing for Brooke, staying slightly uncomfortable and always professional on stage, only to change into comfortable and loose clothing as soon as she was done. She was always so soft like that, all grey and white cotton, sleeves a little too long so she held them in place with her fingers, too much material to show off her toned body but just enough to keep her warm and relaxed. It somehow made Vanessa feel like she knew and understood her better, who she really was as a person behind all the makeup and perfect composure. It made her love her even more. 

“You’ve been staring, boo.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, for the past ten minutes. You’re not as sneaky as you’d like to believe.”

“Maybe I’m just admiring the view” Vanessa shifted a little to place a small kiss to the spot where Brooke’s jawline dipped towards her neck. She stopped for a moment to press her nose closer, relishing in the smell of her boyfriend being the strongest there. A sweet blooming feeling spilled like hot ginger tea down from her chest and into her bones. She could melt right then and there. “Especially since the view’s all mine to admire.”

A slight pink blush painted Brooke’s cheeks like a summer sunset and she smiled before she reached her hand to adjust her beanie. Vanessa beat her to it, pulling the grey material down her face to cover her eyes. Brooke’s lips briefly parted in surprise and Vanessa captured them in a kiss. She tasted like menthol cigarettes, maple syrup that she had for breakfast with her pancakes, and toothpaste.

“As soon as this shit’s over, and we send both of your asses packing, we’re getting you a room!” A’keria shouted from the front of the van. Shuga and Nina laughed but they were both smiling kindly, excited for their friends’ happiness, even if it was making them nauseous at times.

Maybe on another day they would have shouted something back, a joke or a bit of harmless shade, but today they didn’t care about anybody’s opinions. Vanessa snuggled in closer, her back pressed against the taller queen’s chest, shielded safely by her arms. She noticed absentmindedly how well Brooke’s look went with the weather; looking like rain on the concrete, sipping on coffee with whipped cream, listening to chill indie music, feeling so at peace and like the raindrops separated you from the rest of the world. Vanessa could swear being with Brooke was like sitting in their own bubble with everything else soaking in an icy spring drizzle. Or maybe these feelings were turning her into a sappy piece of ass. Not like she cared much to be honest.

The blurry streets behind the window changed into a well-known by now parking lot. The rain showed no signs of stopping. Brooke sighed heavily, her mouth right next to the shorter queen’s ear so the puff of breath sent chills down the other one’s spine.

“I wish we could just stay like this” One last kiss on the cheek, lingering this time, leaving a ghost of a touch, a squeeze to their intertwined fingers, before she started untangling herself to get up “Too bad I have a crown to win.”

“Oh hoe, feeling confident today, aren’t we, Miss Brooke?” Vanessa laughed, her voice changing from quiet, low and relaxed to her regular rough self. She missed the feel of Brooke’s body instantly but the warmth where they had been touching remained. They started getting out of the van and into the unforgiving weather, Brooke walking first but reaching her hand behind her for Vanjie to grab. It was not much but it was somehow enough.

 Brooke was already on her second cigarette in the span of ten minutes, hanging by the balcony’s doors and listening rather than watching the ongoing rain put Los Angeles to sleep. They had an hour left before the PAs made their round around the building making sure all the queens were respectfully in their own beds, like children during summer camp. Vanessa walked into the room silently without knocking, her flip-flops slapping wetly and bare chest pulling Brooke’s attention for a second. She made her way to Brooke’s bed and grabbed the white hoodie that was thrown into a bundle of other clothes before putting in on. The sleeves were way too long but she didn’t bother with rolling them up, instead letting them hang over her wrists and reaching the tips of her fingers. The overall length was too much on her tiny body as well, ending somewhere mid-thigh. She looked exhausted, moves too slow for her usual frantic energy, back hunched and eyelids heavy. Brooke thought she had never looked more beautiful.

The Canadian queen finished her cigarette, putting it down in a small glass of water she kept outside and joined Vanessa on the bed. She left the balcony doors ajar so they could still hear the raindrops swishing calmingly outside.

“I like you in my clothes, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

There was a teasing note in Vanessa’s voice, a promising growl that would normally ignite a fire in both of their bodies if they weren’t this tired.

“Yeah but I like you in everything so…”

They both snickered at how lame that sounded, but neither cared. Brooke was glad she had someone like Vanjie, someone who didn’t make her worry whether she said the right thing or not. She could be herself in her presence and after so many hours of anxiety, keeping yourself in check and watching your every move, it felt like more rewarding than anything she could win. Vanessa laid on her back and Brooke was there beside her propped on her elbow. After a moment she started tracing light patterns over Vanessa’s arms, shoulders, jawline, lips, nose, and closed eyelids. She watched her fluttering, dark eyelashes and how her lips parted with a huff when Brooke brushed her finger against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Papi. The PAs will have to kick your ass out of my bed if they find you here like this.“ 

“Mmm, yeah, whatever. Now shut up and cuddle me, bitch.”

Brooke laughed but obliged, wrapping herself all over Vanessa’s sleepy frame, arm thrown across her stomach and legs tangled together. She smelled like her own shower gel and Brooke’s hoodie, which was strangely arousing. The shorter queen turned her head and placed a messy, off-center kiss somewhere to the corner of Brooke’s lips. It still amazed her how just simply being with Vanessa made her so happy. It didn’t really matter what they did nor where they were as long as they were together.

“I think it’s time for you to go, you know.” Her heart squeezed painfully when she said it and she hoped Vanessa could hear that in her voice. There was nothing she wanted more than for them to stay like this forever. Maybe only a crown and scepter at their feet would be a nice bonus.

Vanessa sighed heavily before she opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. Brooke only had a moment to register the new fire shining in her eyes before Vanjie put her hand on the taller queen’s jawline and pulled her in for a goodbye kiss. This time her lips were already parted and hungrily possessive, making Brooke keep up with their pace, her fingers tingling with the sudden urge to explore and touch. Their quickened breaths and quiet whimpers mixed up with the sound of raindrops falling outside.

“Miss ya already.”

“You’re literally still in my bed.” Brooke huffed out a laugh but all she wanted to do was to get back to whatever was just happening between them.

“So?”

Vanessa sat up on the bed, still wearing the hoodie and apparently leaving with no intention of giving it back now, took Brooke’s hand for the last time and brushed her lips against the other queen’s knuckles lovingly. The look of pure love in her eyes was almost too much for Brooke to handle. She hoped her own eyes conveyed the same emotion for Vanessa to see before either one of them dared to put it into words.

“Sweet dreams, boo.”

“See you in the morning.”

They never wished for the clouds to clear out and for the sun to rise faster.

[levi-ish]

Crimson & Navy [P.P] | Prologue

Summary: It was just one rule, just one, and you happened to break it.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: Romance, a little angsty, mentions of abuse

A/N: This is a 40′s, aged up, cabaret fic and it’ll be only 3 parts, just for fun because I wrote that a long time ago in portuguese and never posted, so I decided to put Peter bc why not and turn it into another project. I hope you guys like it!

Masterlist

[Prologue] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The soft music that came from the piano played around the room being only audible enough because of the acoustic that came with the walls and the great stage. You pulled the edges from your fur coat to keep the coldness away from your warm body while the sound of your short heels clicked on the dirty sidewalk, earning lots of curious looks from people that didn’t want to mind their own business that night.

You tried not to glance around because you already knew that they must’ve seen you already, so hiding felt more comfortable. Stopping in front of those big doors, your eyes glowed with those lights and the smell of cigarette and leather filled your nostrils. With deep breaths, you pushed them slightly, trying not to get any more attention that you already had.

The crimson color captured your eyes, being the most exuberant light in the whole place. The big wooden counter filled with baristas and drunk men sat by the corner, filled with empty glasses and probably cries from heartbreaks; you saw the tables placed on the floor, leaving space to the dance area that was now empty, just like you.

“Do you want me to take your coat, ma'am?” Asked a man wearing a fitted black suit behind you. Feeling your heartbeats growing quicker from the scare, you smiled sweetly with your red stained lips, showing pearly whites just like the ones that hung around your neck, gracefully. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Of course, you thought to yourself. They would never let a woman alone.

“Oh, yes. He’s just a little behind, but he’ll soon get here” you lied, but your eyes showed him honesty, so the man just quirked his brow from curiosity. Women shouldn’t be alone. They’re women.

You slowly took off your coat, slipping down your shoulders while you turned around, leaving the well placed curls to hang loosely on your back, shaking them just slightly so the perfume could make an appearance. The man placed the coat on a hanger and smiled at you, and you reciprocated.

His eyes followed you for a bit, as if he was waiting for a companion to show up, so you just shrugged your shoulders and hoped that the dress could distract, even if it was for a second, only.

And it did. The man seemed to like your peplum dress that matched your lips and the decoration, emphasizing your presence there. You held tighter to your little purse, playing with the little jewelry glued to the lock while walked confidently to the centre of the counter, glancing at those big curtains that hid the whole stage.

You leaned into the wooden surface, hoping that it wasn’t wet and showed your pearly whites to the barista, a trick you learned since your birth and had been doing since then. He soon came closer with a napkin, wiping another clean glass dry and putting it aside.

“I need to speak to the owner” you said, clicking your lips slowly, so he could be hypnotized by the red lipstick, just like every other man in that room.

He then pointed at the man sitting on a table full of people surrounding with loud laughs and fake smiles that seemed to be there just by interest. The interest of getting something from him.

You then decided to walk there, trying to dodge every table with drunk men just trying to talk to you, but you weren’t interested. The music only got louder and you were hoping that you could take a peak of what would happen on the stage, but you were pretty sure you would have plenty of time to see that later. When you got to the crowd, you cleaned your throat and waited for those people to give you space, and soon, the people that surrounded the man seemed to stare at you, turning attentions to other than the owner.

“Are you Mr. Stark?” You asked, a serious expression framing your face.

“The one and only.” He said, drowning the rest of the liquor that was inside his glass, letting out a loud sigh right after. The man looked polished, dressed in a nice grey suit and black shoes, his hair was pulled back with some gel and a cloud of cologne irradiated from him, almost making your nose twitch. “To whom do I own the pleasure?”

“Names later” you dig your fingers deeper into your purse, your teeth grasping the insides of your cheeks while the slight taste of blood filled your mouth. “Let’s talk business. Is there somewhere more private?”

“You are a bit young to me, darling” he said, a sarcastic laugh showing up.

“But not too young for your business, Mr.” You quirked your eyebrow and he pointed at a little door beside the stage, standing up right away.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and followed the man to the little room. He opened the door like a gentleman and the lights of those various lamps and a little brown couch sat on the corner, inviting you to sit and take off your heels that hurt like hell, but you needed to keep posture. Mr. Stark went to the little bar and opened a whiskey bottle that sent the delicious wooden alcohol smell to your direction, capturing you while you walked around, keeping your back as straight as you could.

“So…” He put the liquid into a glass and closed it, sipping slightly and twitching his face. “What about business?”

“I want a job” you said without thinking twice. You practiced that scene the whole trip to New York and you couldn’t just skip your lines.

The man gagged on the whiskey and put his glass aside, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand and turned into your direction.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I want to work here” you said again, now sitting down and crossing your legs, showing the power that you never had before. “I’m sure you’re not deaf, sir.”

“I’m not deaf, and I’m definitely blind. A girl like you doesn’t belong here.” Mr. Stark kept going, now pushing a chair in front of you and sitting so you two could be on the same level. “Are you running away or something like that?”

“Something like that.” You teased, smiling from the corner and resting your hands on your lap. “I saw on the newspaper that you were looking for new dancers. It was pretty surprising, since the newspaper doesn’t support places like that, so I wonder who you had to pay for that advertising to show up on third page.”

“You know how to dance?” He quirked his brow again, daring you.

“I’ve been practicing ballet since I was five and I learned how to dance flamenco a few years ago. I’m more than what you’re looking for and you would be a fool to not accept me.”

“You’re pretty bossy for a desperate person.” He said, smiling teasingly.

“I’m not desperate, Mr.” Lies. “I’m just looking for a job. Is that so wrong?”

Mr. Stark seemed thoughtful, leaning back into the chair and sipping on the whiskey once more, licking the rest of the fluids that rested on his lips after that. You played with your purse’s jewels and waited for an answer, pretty anxious about what would happen next.

“Okay. I’ll give you a shot because I see potential in you.” Said the man and you cheered on the inside, smiling quickly so he couldn’t see any vulnerability. “But, there are rules.”

“Alright” you said and crossed your arms with delicacy, placing your manicured hands on your bare arms.

“First one, you have to use a name other than yours” he said and you nodded.

“Second one, you can’t drink while working. It’s a big no-no.” Easy.

“And third one, you can’t interact with clients.” You smiled again, teasingly and feeling relaxed. “This is the most important one, so don’t forget or you’re out.”

This is the most simple thing I had to do my whole life, and my whole life I did simple things. You uncrossed your arms and left the couch, standing right in front of him and offering your hand to him, witch he shook.

“Deal.”

But you didn’t know what was coming for you; or whom.

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

So I am in /desperate/ need of an injured Grantaire because of a bar fight (maybe ‘protecting Enjolras’ honour’ type thing in which he tells some idiot to stop badmouthing his sun) and Enjolras not knowing until he walks in to find Grantaire bleeding all over the place with broken or bruised ribs like ‘it’s nothing’

(Combined bc these prompts are similar!! Ok real talk I love this prompt a lot tho?? I had a lot of fun with this!)

It’s quarter after one and the all the buzz of earlier that evening has died down considerably. The Cafe Musain is relatively calm, quiet with the exception of the slight and quiet chatter of those who remained. It’s nice, and Grantaire is calm.

He takes this time for himself as he walks aimlessly around the area, appreciating life for a moment. Grantaire watches the other happy people, their laughter leaving a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. There is something so cozy about being inside a warm cafe during a cold winters night and the slight warmth from the one beer he had that night. He thinks about the glee of those surrounding him, and when he heads his way down the stairs ready to walk home, listen to the music along the cobbled pavement, he sees his main source of glee, glowing with all that he is.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach and he feels like he is flowing when he sees bouncy golden curls hunched over a seat. Grantaire can’t help the idiotic, smitten smile that laces his lips as he inches closer to who he wished was his.

Grantaire swings onto the chair next to him with a charming, a little sloppy, grin on his face, prepared to say something sly or playful, when his smile is suddenly wiped off his face when he realises his beloved is not glowing as bright as he usually is.

There’s a few tears falling down his flushed face, a massive contrast against his complexion. Strewn about him is a collection of cans of alcohol. He normally smells of coffee and chocolate cake but now he reeks of what seems like a concoction of Kronenbourg and Guinness.

“Enjolras?” Grantaire immediately says, concerned and alarmed.

Enjolras jumps, only now broken out of his own world. He becomes aware of the world around him and he wipes away his tears quickly, turning to face him with a shaky smile.

“Hey ‘Taire,” He singsongs, but his timbre is wobbly and there’s something behind his eyes that aren’t quite as bright as he intends.

“E..what’s going on sunshine?” Grantaire asks softly, his gaze drifting towards Enjolras’ shaking hands.

Enjolras shakes his head, clearing his throat, but it doesn’t stop his voice from cracking, “Nothing. Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Then why are you drinking so heavily? C'mon E, this isn’t you. We’ve talked about this before; you don’t need to repress your emotions from me, or from anyone. It’s no use bottling it all up. Please talk to me,” Grantaire encourages, there’s a steadiness and firmness to his voice but gentle enough. He knows Enjolras so well. Grantaire eyes his shaking hands again and he gestures towards them.

“Yeah, yeah, you can hold them, a-actually please do,” Enjolras whispers as to keep himself from bursting into tears again. Grantaire reaches in and laces his fingers with Enjolras’s, holding firmly but gently, strong but loving. He tries to ignore the lovesick voice at the back of his head, screeching for more.

Enjolras lets out a shaky breath and nods, gently fiddling with Grantaire’s fingers in a blissfully absentminded way. He subconsciously clings onto Grantaire for support, and the way Enjolras’ fingers brush against his make the butterflies in his stomach wildly dance and his chest soar.

“I just..I’ve had an off day. I just woke up this morning..feeling really blue, you know? I mean, I have them often and it doesn’t really faze me as much now, you know, I was getting through the day. But since I feel so empty I was empty at the meeting earlier and I was lifeless and dull, and pathetic, nothing like a leader should be and I fucked up earlier. Loads of people weren’t listening and I don’t blame them because why would they, and I just feel like I’ve failed miserably and now I’ve tuned the other Amis off the cause because I can’t fucking feel happy and–”

Enjolras can’ tbite back the sob, he slaps a hand over his mouth to stop himself. Grantaire gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

“And to make everything worse I saw two guys from my high school–they’re the sons of my dad’s business partners and they tormented me so many years and they still are–they’re passing through town and they saw me and I could hear them talking about all these horrible and disgusting creepy stuff about me and all these homophobic bullshit and how much of a failure and disgrace I am to my family and now I keep thinking of my father and maybe he was right all along, maybe they are right, maybe they’re–”

Hearing all of the people who have hurt his sunshine made Grantaire’s blood boil. He could feel a fiery passion building up within him, an anger that was begging to be released. Grantaire cups Enjolras’s face and brought it over so they were looking at each other, looking at him intensely.

“They are so wrong about you. You are strong, and brave, beautiful, intelligent..You incredibly bright and talented and the world has to brace itself because you’re here to take it by storm. You are not a disgrace, E. We all love you, we all look up to you. I know you don’t see it but you’re a great leader, because you have bad days, because you have bad days but you persevere and you live for another day. Don’t let anybody take that away from you. And if these guys give you any trouble again, let them know there’s a very angry Grantaire ready to show some fists,” Grantaire promises as he carefully wiped tears away from his face.

Enjolras manages, a chuckle, and he could begin to see a little bit of that bright, spectacular smile again.

Grantaire couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, “There it is.”

Enjolras leans in to give Grantaire a hug, nuzzling his nose into Grantaire’s hair, whispering a breathy and loving, “Thank you.”

It sent shivers up his spine and he felt like a chilly but somehow cozy winter’s breeze brush against him.

“Lets go home, okay? I’m driving you–you are far too drunk to be walking. You need your rest, Apollo, we’ve got a big day tomorrow,” Grantaire remarks, at hoisting Enjolras onto his feet and slinging his arm over his shoulder, holding him close and he feared the moment he’d have to let go.

Despite all the love and warmth he could feel soaring all throughout him, Grantaire couldn’t quite shake the anger still boiling in his heart and the burning passion for justice for the wrongs done to his sunshine. He could not rest.

“Hey Bossuet! You seen Enjolras?” Grantaire calls out to his friend as he jogs up to him, slightly flustered and out of breath.

“Yeah! He’s just over there, getting ready for the speech–he’ll be on in about 5 minutes so you better get to him now!” Bossuet says quickly as he walks off to get his seat in the audience and watch.

Grantaire nods and heads over to Enjolras who is waiting for his queue to go on. His face is blank, breathing deeply to try and get himself into the right headspace. He’s gathering energy, building up the fire. Creating just the right spark.

And Grantaire knows he hasn’t quite got it.

Enjolras lets out a frustrated sigh and stings his hands anxiously, until he realises Grantaire’s presence.

“Oh! Hey ‘Taire,” Enjolras greets.

“Hey you, how you feeling?” He asks sweetly.

“Not great. I don’t have it, I can’t get the fire started. Yesterday just..kinda extinguished it. I’m not sure if I can get it back,” Enjolras admits quietly.

Grantaire gives him a reassuring smile and holds him by the soldiers firmly, “You’ve got it. It’s right inside you. But you gotta let go of these thoughts and voices and people who are withholding you and your entirety. Once you do that, I know you’ll get it.”

Enjolras smiled softly and kisses Grantaire on the cheek quickly, so sweet that Grantaire could have melted into a puddle. He felt a little bit shaken after that, swept off his feet, light as a feather.

“Think of someone who makes you feel safe.”

With that, Grantaire leaves with a thumbs up and heads towards the audience to watch his beloved. And unbeknownst to him, Enjolras had thought of him the whole time.

When Enjolras steps onto the stage, he’s still a little out of it. And before he can even speak a voice echoes, loud and harsh and cold. It freezes him.

“It’s the fucking disgrace!” A man yells.

Then comes the homophobic comments, the disgusting remarks. The words are like nails against a chalkboard for Grantaire, and it makes his blood boil and he can feel the fire rising in his body and he feels the anger sizzling within him.

Grantaire finds his attention averting towards the noise and ruckus and he finds his target, eyes of venom as he sees the two men guilty of this crime. He has company, Combeferre is glaring and Jehan is too while holding Courfeyrac back.

Enjolras is frozen, and the crowd watches on, a mixture of confusion and pity and discomfort. He sees his sunshine scan the crowd anxiously, he can see the breathing pick up but suddenly like this magnetic inclination, this electric attraction, this connection, they meet eyes.

Enjolras’s gaze locks onto his and suddenly he thaws. He steadies himself with him as his anchor and Grantaire is all he sees. The rest of the world does not exist. The fire is lit.

And Enjolras burns with fire as he speaks, and the crowd roars with him.

The energy is soaring high when the speech finishes. There’s this pulsating adrenaline in the air afterwards, this beautiful high and everyone’s light and breezy, celebrating this victory. This enlightenment.

But Grantaire seethes in his anger, there seems to be a thunder cloud looming above him and the lightning is striking.

Grantaire wishes he could be calm because he wants so badly to find Enjolras and hug him and tell him he told him so, celebrate with his friends, but he can’t quite shake that bitter feeling of injustice stinging at his heart.

He takes a swig of the Kronenbourg he has in his hand and relishes the metallic warmth as it slides down his throat, the heat in his stomach only seeming to progress the fury building within him. Grantaire sits there with himself and his anger, in a world of his own with his fiery thoughts rampaging a storm until he is pulled back to reality with a grating voice that cements him back to this reality.

“What a fucking queer..You know, he’s actually smart, he could have been working for his father at this stage.”

“God yeah, he had it all. He had girls lining up to even talk to him. To be fair he is good looking–he just had to go that way, it’s so disgusting. And he had to pursue that stupid English degree–which is so fucking stupid.”

Grantaire tenses more and more as more and more slurs piled up, until he just couldn’t anymore.

He had reached a breaking point, something inside of him snaps and he loses control.

Grantaire liftshimself off the bar and plonks his beer onto the table, shoving himself off his seat. He pushes through the crowds of people, and as he gets closer and closer he can hear better and the insults get louder and Grantaire gets angrier, picking up pace and his fury  builds up onto this climatic crescendo.

He pushes past until he makes it to the table where the two perpetrators sit. Fiery rage ablaze, panting. The two look over at him and raise an eyebrow.

“Who are you?”

And Grantaire’s fists meet their faces.

Grantaire lunges and pounds with fire, he feels this fire come ablaze and spread, he punches with force and he feels the adrenaline pump. It feels great.

Until he is kicked off, and he feels a sharp, stinging pain rise up hid body and he yells out in pain. Firsts come into contact with his face, and he feels the rough and hard bones like concrete against his face. He cries out as a a sharp and tremendous blow explodes by his rib cage, the pain and hurt radiating like tremors throughout his body. Grantaire hisses in pain and spits the metallic taste of blood onto the floor of the bar.

Grantaire groans, unable to pick himself up from the floor, but he manages to look up to see one of the guys standing, looming over him, preparing for the last blow. But before he does he kicks him off balance and lunges, pouncing on him and punching him repeatedly. The two scramble out, limping, leaving Grantaire leeched of all energy and dropping onto the floor.

He can hardly hear the commotion before him because all he can think of is the impending and worsening pain by the second. But through all the madness and noise he can hear a familiar voice calling for him and it sounds like a sweet familiar melody calling him home.

“Grantaire?! Grantaire–’-TAIRE! Oh my god!” Enjolras screams, pushing violently past the ring of people that have crowded around him and he slides onto the floor by his side.

He holds Grantaire up with so much warmth, his touch so loving and secure, like he’s determined to never let him go.

“Oh god, R, I was so scared–I couldn’t find you and–fuck! What’s happened to you?! Where does it hurt?!”

Grantaire gruntsvin pain, reaching out for Enjolras’s hand to cement him back to earth, as a lifeline, squeezing it tight, “My ribs.”

“Oh fuck, why’d you do this?!” Enjolras cries out frantically, placing an arm around him to try and support him.

“For you,” Grantaire chokes out, a few spatters of blood flying from his mouth.

Enjolras freezes, bewildered, confused. “Me..? Why would you..?”

“Because I love you–aaAHH!!” Grantaire yells as his ribs scream out to him, a intemperate scorching pain pulsating throughout his ribs. He cries out in pain, hissing as the pain ravages him.

For a second Enjolras is frozen, but soon after his instincts kick back in and he hoists Grantaire to his feet, away from here, to a place where he can be fixed up again.

“Stay with me sweetheart, you’re going to be fine,” Enjolras repeats over and over as he drives frantically to the hospital, Grantaire groaning out in pain in the backseat, squirming, hissing. He’s not really sure if he’s saying it for Grantaire or for himself.

Grantaire cries out as a new tidal wave of pain comes in with a vengeance and washes all over him. Enjolras bites back his tears, loathing the amount of pain his beloved was in, and how it was because of him.

“You shouldn’t have done this for me,” Enjolras whispers, and it doesn’t quite reach Grantaire and in a way he’s glad it didn’t.

But he can’t quite ignore that persisting feeling within him, the three worded sentence echoing in him repeatedly like a mantra. He doesn’t quite feel like he’s here, like he’s gone on autopilot, because his world has just been shaken and it cannot go back to how it used to be ever again.

Enjolras is not sure how long he’s waited but each moment lasts forever and it feels like he’s known nothing but this torturous limbo.

The ticking clock seems to be taunting him, playing with his heart. He breathes in ragged breaths and wrings his hands anxiously, tapping his foot to a syncopated rapid rhythm. He cannot rest until he knows Grantaire is okay.

He springs up to his feet when the doctor comes out of the room.

“Is he okay?!” Enjolras yelps.

The doctor is taken aback a little, “He will be just fine, sir. He has pretty severely bruised ribs, and quite a few more bruises. He’ll be in a lot of pain for the next few weeks but we’ve loaded him up on some painkillers. You may see him if you wish.”

Enjolras nods quickly and pushes past the doctor to meet Grantaire, sitting up on the bed with an ice pack pressed against his cheek.

The sight of him–his blackened eye, bruises face, scratches and swollen all over, in pain, brought him to tears.

Enjolras bit back the sob that threatened to leave him, and he aggressively swiped the incoming tears from his eyes.

“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?!” He cried out, angry, shaky, trying not to succumb to his tears.

“What? Because–E, they were disrespecting you!”

“And so?! You didn’t have to! Leave them be–they will always disrespect me, it didn’t do anything, did it? Now you’re hurt without reason! Don’t fucking do that!”

“Without reason?! You are reason enough, E! Do you not appreciate what I’ve done?!”

“No! No I don’t! I do not appreciate you bloodied and screaming in pain my arms, I do not appreciate the anxiety and fear taking over me in fear id lose you! I do not appreciate my heart pounding out of my chest in a rush to make you okay again!”

Grantaire softened, “E..”

Enjolras couldn’t help the tears flowing freely now, “You don’t understand. You don’t understand, seeing you hurt hurts me.”

Grantaire sighs heavily, “Of course I understand. You don’t understand why I did it. You should’ve seen your eyes. You are sunshine, Enjolras. You’re radiant. You glow. Yesterday you were full, dark, like all the life and light had been sucked out of you. You were empty and it hurt me too. I couldn’t let it happen ever again, because I..i..”

A silence fell upon them.

And suddenly Enjolras leans in and his lips collides against his, sparks flying between them in this wonderfully electric connection. He can feel a fire, a blazing fire full of life. Grantaire is glowing.

Enjolras pulls away, “I-I’m sorry, I..”

Before he could speak any further Grantaire pullsback in, grabbing by his shirt and kissing him like it would be his last, letting the warmth rush through him once again. He shivers as Enjolras puts his hands through his hair, and it’s like the air has locked into place for the first time really.

“I-I’m sorry to interrupt..” A nurse calls out with embarrassment.

The two quickly pull away in shock, looking at each other with bewilderment until they end up in giggles.

Enjolras straightens up, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face, “Sorry. I’ll..be on my way.”

He gets up to leave, but not without giving Grantaire one of those beautiful smiles that melt him all over.

“How’re you feeling, sir?”

“I don’t know m'am, like I’m a lot lighter.”

“It must be the concussion–”

“No m'am, I think it might be my heart.”

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Okay but consider this:

Torbjorn/Ingrid/Reinhardt is a thing, and they all raised the kids with their unique skillsets bc who knows who belongs to who, really? 

What if Ingrid was one of the knights, like Reinhardt, and she taught the kids to kick ass? Perhaps she met Torb through him, or vice versa? We need a bit more info on Ingrid, maybe... but if anyone can deal with ol’ fuckmachine torb, it’d have to be someone who is equally as passionate/talented. 

You know how people are when they get within four feet of another talented person and the ideas fly. Ingrid fights with Reinhardt, in or out of her old armour and they laugh reminiscing over old battles, old friends they no longer have the chance to drink with... 

There are in-jokes and bad puns.  Rein is overenthusiastic about most things, and Ingrid was just the same for a long time until Torb came home minus an arm one day, and reality sort of shattered. The people they had lost in the past... that was one thing. Losing torb, or Rein? After all they had built and sacrificed for the chance to be happy? No.

Love can sometimes mean fear and worry, for the other person, when they’re far away and out of reach of your protective barrier/shield range. Ingrid understood why torb would often venture away, and had even gone on her own missions sans the craftsman before, and yet... the impending arrival of their first child changed things. 

Really, none of them had actively envisioned growing old, having a home or a family like people did before the Omnic crisis... all that existed was the here, the now, the moment in which you were still breathing and could fight for something better, fight for tomorrow. And then it happened. 

Ingrid had always been very close with Reinhardt, had been since she first picked up her squire attire, training alongside him in the guard. Good times, bad times, bruises and terrible jokes at the worst times... it had bonded them.  Torb knew, he understood how that sort of thing came about; had it himself with the other original members of overwatch. You couldn’t risk your life beside someone, watching their back in battle, and not feel at least some degree of familiarity with them...

But whatever was between Rein and Ingrid always seemed just off anything concrete, like there was a missing element that would weld them together. Well, it happened like that sometimes, when you were battleborn and welded together in that way; there needed to be a push, or some event to change the way you perceived one another. But they were content as they were. 

After the bastion units were introduced, the knights needed something more, something better, stronger, to keep them alive when facing down these metallic demons. Only one smith in the world could possibly have the ability to forge something of that nature... the man who originally created the omnics, good and bad. Torbjorn. 

They sought him out, and he adapted their ancient suits and weaponry, allowing more protection, longer lasting shields, stronger attacks. Ingrid liked the smaller man from the moment she laid eyes upon him, even if his way of speaking was a tad brusque and dismissive; he was used to working amidst chaos, she could understand that.

Ingrid also enjoyed the look of admiration in his eyes as he gazed up at her the first time, like he’d seen a Valkyrie or other such ethereal warrior descend from above. She did tower over him somewhat, and the armour added an extra inch or two; he seemed to take his time reworking her attire and weaponry, fine-tuning it a tad more than he did for most of the others. 

The swede didn’t say all that much, just grumbled somewhat as he clanged the hammer, tweaked wiring, fiddled with various decorative pieces and scoffed at damaged components. He was confident it could be dealt with. Nothing was too difficult for him. 

Ingrid held a liking for him, and felt it reciprocated, but also noticed she seemed not to be the only one in her garrison with such sentiments. And judging from the expression this Torbjorn wore when he beheld the dashing Reinhardt entering his workshop... well, she might have been jealous, under other circumstances. She was, however, a tad put out when discovering that Rein had beaten her into asking the engineer out, and had to put up with the all-but-glowing Reinhardt regaling her with tales of the outings they went on (if you could call them that, she was relatively certain Torb just took him places so he’d have someone to carry all the components he got for their armour, back to base) and the dates they spent in the workshop talking. Well, Rein talking and Torb hammering away, occasionally interjecting something...

Although, things changed after the... Bastion Incident. Losing their leader changed them all, most importantly Reinhardt... the brash young man seemed downcast, crushed inside, darker... since then. It was guilt, it was shame and anger and sadness, a regret for impulsive actions, a thousand what-if scenarios weighing him down... 

Torbjorn couldn’t reach him, in that pit of despair in which the larger man languished. He did try, but it just seemed beyond him; he could sympathise, his own actions had unleashed the omnics, and yet... there was a gap between them that grew wider for every day Reinhardt slipped further into darkness. Ingrid had to step in, though she grieved too a man who had been not unlike a father to them all, an inspiration and hero as well as their leader. She could understand Reinhardt’s pain, could speak to him on that level, through the bond forged of years fighting together, training side by side and failing spectacularly in front of one another. 

Ingrid hurt, but knew in her heart nothing could have been done that day to change their fates. She managed to drag Rein from the darkness, day by day, prodding at him until a reaction other than void filled the room. She made him angry, made him sad, made him yell, cry, laugh, rage, clutch his head in shame and... hope. Grief locked inside and trapped by guilt was a poison, it wormed its way through your veins, slowly eating away emotions, feeling, memory, friendship... it had to be drawn out, cast out and away before it reached the heart.

With meticulous bullying, Shieldmaiden Ingrid dragged Reinhardt through all the stages of grief and loss with her bare hands. And afterwards, was rewarded to see him smile again, even if sadly as he recalled the past. 

In all of this, they had forgotten someone... and when they recalled his absence, it was too late. Torbjorn had been called away, and left quickly, feeling rejected and helpless to assist the knights he adored through such dark times. He was a man of action, of thinking and preventing; healing was not his forte, nor were words. 

At least on a mission he could help someone, save someone else, DO something. Feel he had saved the world with every omnic shot down by a turret. And he felt that, perhaps, he had been replaced anyway. The captivating, competent, Ingrid had stepped into the breach and shielded Reinhardt from his darkest feelings when he most needed it... and Torbjorn had done nothing. No, it was over. He could not fix what had been broken, and that was a blow to his heart.

Still, there was truth in the thought. Reinhardt and Ingrid were very close, much more than before, after he finally began to stabilise. His youthful vigour and good humour returning. She told him he looked every bit the warrior and did not flinch at the scar over his eye, an eternal reminder of what he had done... she called it distinguished, and then joked about it. Her laugh warmed his heart, as his smile did hers.

In quiet times they would date, it was hard to ask another person to move in with you when you already lived together (although they also had to put up with the other members of the guard, all crammed into the traditional rooms of eichenwalde). But their love was good, a light of hope that pushed them through each day, and made things easier. 

Still, he had a duty to join Overwatch... and she, had to remain, to follow the new leader and fight the Omnics again to defend the people of her homeland.  Ingrid often wrote to Reinhardt, but it was a long time before she received a reply, as they were always moving about the globe. His first letter was a delighted missive about having found Torbjorn again, and that even though it was a little awkward he had done everything he could to fix the situation. She had buried her face in her battleworn hands at that, imagining with horror, the terrible jokes and puns and tales of glory Rein would have told the engineer (at top volume), probably following him around like a puppy until the grumpy builder finally just gave up trying to avoid the knight. 

Hilarious. Though her heart ached a little to be so far from them; even though their work was important. Ingrid was called once or twice, to Overwatch, for a mission they felt would suit her abilities in tandem with the other members. Mostly she and Rein were alternating shields for Torbjorn, who did his best to get a turret or three going from alternating angles, mowing down robotic enemies in all directions. 

Rein seemed distant, in his element at this Overwatch, and no longer... hers. Not completely. She could understand, that was simply how life could be. But it stung a little. Though, another seemed to notice this, and take extra time working dents from her armour, and analysing her weaponry before and after battle. Talking to her all  the while, so she would feel included, feel part of the team.  A small flicker reawakened, one that had burst to life many years before when first meeting the Engineer; and slowly, but surely, the two began to drift together like a pair of magnets. Forging something between them in the workshop that was far stronger than it might have been before...

Love seemed a paltry word, but it was there.  It was hard to see one another for a long time, with the world constantly demanding they be in different places and times, always. But they found a way.  If Reinhardt was hurt by their unintended exclusion of him, he made no mention; she still got letters, and the occasional souvenir from places around the world she would have loved to see one day. Some she eventually got to travel to, and others... well they were on the list for ‘One Day’.

Ingrid surprised the engineer when she proposed, he honestly hadn’t seen it coming at all, but was pleasantly surprised all the same. Torbjorn agreed immediately, and turned away to begin furiously working on the ring he had been crafting to ask her... 

The other original members of Overwatch were amused, because they’d just held a wedding for a certain other pair of officers, and some commented that it just ‘seemed to be in the air’ right now. Still, Reinhardt hugged the pair as he sobbed delightedly, nearly crushing their spines by accident when they asked him to be best man...

But of course, things don’t always go to plan.  Marriage ceremonies are magical things, when there’s time, but often in these times they were brief but beautiful and then the omnics arrived. Luckily, none did on that day for them, but everyone was prepared anyway... just in case. 

Reinhardt had mentioned to Torb the places Ingrid had lamented not having seen, in her letters to him, and he managed to coerce the strike commander into letting him borrow a shuttle to take her to a few of them for their honeymoon. Ingrid had an excellent time, and felt that nothing could be more exciting.

It was months later, when she took a hit in battle that they realised she needed to reinforce her abdominal armour... Torb was over the moon, but frantic about her still fighting ‘in her condition’. She asked him at what point he felt that having a child would drain her ability to crush omnic skulls with her warhammer? And he, wisely, kept silent. She did stop after a while, the armour was protective but as she swelled somewhat, it began to get a little tight.

She wasn’t the only one either. Now that things seemed to be calming down, a few other members of the guard were expecting (whether it was they, themselves or their partners) and she at least had someone to talk to about it. Or complain about everything with, as Bjorn often said, as he patted his own bump (his partner Olga had been frantically making baby chainmail for the last four months, and he was exceptionally amused by the whole situation. Ingrid somehow felt Torb was probably doing the exact same thing). 

But then... she got the letter. Her heart seized in horror, knowing that his downplaying of the event was nothing more than a feeble attempt to calm her. Her beloved Torbjorn had lost an arm, an eye... to those robotic bastards.  She was furious, angry, guilty... I could have shielded him, she thought over and over again as she re-read the sentences. But no, Reinhardt was there, thank all the gods, Reinhardt had saved their Torbjorn. 

If he had been a moment too late...  Of course they had all dealt with injuries and the injured during battle, and after; seen terrible things, held dying teammates’ stomachs closed as their entrails threatened to fall out onto the filthy  ground... but this, this was worse. He was so far away. But he was safe, that’s all that mattered. He was SAFE, she told herself. Reinhardt would keep him that way. 

Ingrid had apparently gotten so pale that Bjorn had called out for the garrison medic to check she was alright; he and his wife, Olga, sitting with her long after the medic had left, reassuring her. They understood her fear, her fright, the strange ache of loss. She woke up squished between them early in the morning, and placed a hand to her bump, silently reassuring herself that all was well. 

It was only when calm that she could finish the letter, and laughed the others awake accidentally as she found Torb had promised to let Reinhardt name their firstborn, and also allow him to be Godfather. Well, she could not say he had not earned it, and she had an inkling of what the name might be...  Long before, when they had dated, the pair had talked over (hypothetically) names for children they might have... and he had always favoured Svengard and Brigette. He thought they sounded heroic, a good legacy. She had no objection, and immediately went for a pen and paper to return the message...

Given the circumstances, she found a way to get to Overwatch’s current base as soon as possible. Just about kicking down the infirmary door wearing half her armour and wielding the warhammer like she was going to knock some common sense into her husband. It took a second before Reinhardt realised who the intruder was, and deactivated his shield. Laughing and greeting her with a warm hug, expressing delight when an impatient and overactive future shieldmaiden kicked at him from within her mother’s stomach.  “A little warrior!” he grinned, in delight, but surpassed his obvious desire to ask more by stepping aside so she could see her husband. 

Torbjorn was smaller than before, but clean, crisp infirmary sheets had that effect on people. One eye was covered by a patch, and there was a rudimentary socket at his shoulder where they would eventually provide a prosthetic instead. Ingrid wrapped herself around him, a litany of greetings and admonishments fell from her lips in swift succession as she assured herself he was alive, and considering the circumstances... doing well enough. 

He laughed tiredly and answered her statements as best he could. When the pair had calmed, basking in the sensation of relief that both were alive and safe; they noticed Reinhardt was missing, having excused himself to give them time. 

“Ah, the big softie...” Torb sighed, “Took my injury to heart, he did. Can’t help but love him for how much he cares, though... but you might want to go and make sure he’s not sobbing in a corner somewhere. Don’t have any armour to fix that sort of thing...” 

Ingrid laughs, that did sound like their big knight. She kisses Torb on the nose, “Well, I will be back with him in a minute, we’ll sort this out.” She was not entirely familiar with the base, but Rein wasn’t hard to find at all. He liked to find a high vantage point when brooding, or thinking things through, so he could be alone but still protect the others by keeping watch for threats. He was, predictably, on a balcony, staring off into the distance. That same look was on his face. The one he had worn after-... well, After.

“He’s alive, thanks to you.” Ingrid reminds him, placing a hand to his shoulder, and feeling how tense he was under the armour. “Sure, you didn’t save all of him, but I’m certain he can craft something far more fun to play with, when he’s stronger...” 

He huffs a laugh at her teasing, “Well, I suppose I will just have to make up the slack in the meantime. You recall how good I am at chopping wood and doing dishes...” 

Ingrid smiles, indeed recalling the domesticity of their lives as part of the garrison, as a couple. “Excellent qualities. I trained you well.” “Oho, did you now?” Reinhardt grins, rising to the bait. “I seem to recall a certain someone whose understanding of cooking was limited to hot water and instant noodles...”

“You recall no such thing.” Ingrid retorts, trying hard to look angry, but bursting into laughter anyway. He was right, she had not always been great at cooking, though he had not been averse to doing it for their formative training years until he manage to trick her into helping... it was how he relaxed from the day’s work, the same way she would wind down by doing the sweeping or something easily repetitive while her mind wandered.

“Does Torbjorn know you once managed to boil an egg until it exploded?” Reinhardt asked, expression conspiratorial and mirthful. “Or perhaps you failed to mention the occasion when you mixed up the bottles of salad dressing and wasabi?”

She smacked his arm, playfully. “You will tell him no such thing. He’ll leave me for you if he ever finds out how terribly I used to cook...” Ingrid pauses at the flash of expression Reinhardt quickly concealed. “You still love him too, don’t you, Rein?”

His expression widened, guilty, unconsciously moving away from her. 

“It’s alright, Rein... I suspect he returns those feelings, as much as I do.” she replied, airily, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if Ingrid’s heart wasn’t pounding a mile a minute hoping to all the gods and valkyries she was correct. 

He was so quiet, she thought for a second that maybe-...

“You always were so perceptive, Lady Ingrid.” he finally answered, using the familiar term of endearment that used to annoy her so much when she was younger. Reinhardt seemed to comprehend the remainder of her sentence then, and he jolted as if shocked. “...as well?” he tried to articulate.

Instead of answering, she simply takes his hand and begins to tow the romantic warrior back inside, back to the infirmary. They were of a height, and seemed to fill the corridor as they moved through the base, seemingly on a mission of urgent proportions. 

For the second time that day, though thankfully without her hammer this time as it had remained behind with her husband, Ingrid burst through the infirmary doors to gaze upon Torbjorn. 

“Husband, will you marry this big fool so he can stop quietly pining on the roof?” she starts with, and Torb startles in surprise. He manages to clear his throat, but no words come out. The engineer simply nods, slightly confused, but using his good hand to pat around his attire for something vaguely circular and ring-like. 

Ingrid spins about to face Reinhardt, and half-kneels as best a rather pregnant person can, holding out a gauntlet she’d stripped off in lieu of a ring. “Reinhardt, would you do me the honour of marrying Torbjorn and myself, so we can stop pretending we can exist without one another in this world?”

“I-... of course,  are you certain?” the large knight splutters, inexplicably caught between confusion and joy, both warring for dominance on his face. He had not anticipated this. Rein took the gauntlet, and helped Ingrid to rise again, and looked to Torbjorn to gauge the other’s reaction. 

A large nut, possibly off a bastion unit, hit his square in the forehead. “That’ll have to do for the moment, I’m afraid.” Torbjorn apologised, “I didn’t exactly have time to make a ring, now did I...?” 

Confused, delighted, and certain the world had gone mad, but in his favour, Reinhardt threw back his head and laughed until tears fell from his eyes. Torbjorn muttered, “I’ll take that as a Yes then...” in the background, as Ingrid pecked a kiss to his forehead. 

Rein swooped her off the ground, and spun around, joyously and she whooped. She’d loved it when they were younger; back then she could still lift him up properly and return the favour...  “I’ll take a Rein-check on that particular ride...” Torb added, when the knight put Ingrid down again. 

“And you shall HAVE IT my small beloved!” Rein responded enthusiastically, at great volume. “Hah ha! We must tell the others!”

“What’s this about ‘small’?” torbjorn mutters, before he registers what the knight had said. “Oh no you don’t, get back in here Rein, we’ve got plans to discuss...” 

But it was too late, Rein was already down the hallway shouting at some Overwatch member or other that he was getting married, and couldn’t be happier. Ingrid laughed, “Oh Rein...” she glanced to her husband, “I suppose you could say, he’s all... hardt.”

She had to dodge the pillow Torb threw at her, and the engineer groaned. “Five minutes and he’s already infected you with his bad puns... how will any of our children turn out normal under these circumstances?”

Ingrid moved over to the bed and placed his remaining hand on her abdomen, and their little shieldmaiden obligingly kicked back. “Because she will have the best parents imaginable, my clever craftsman.”

In the distance, Reinhardt was still delightedly telling people, his delight echoing off the walls and corridors of the base. Torbjorn laughed, “Yes, it seems so, my warrior queen... it seems so.”

-

By the time Brigette was born, the trio had mostly worked out how to function as a family unit whilst being pulled away one or two at a time, with little warning. At the very least, Ingrid would have Olga and Bjorn around the base they shared when the other two were away. 

They had intended to get a house, but realistically it was impossible. They had a choice of the Overwatch bases, or Eichenwalde; Ingrid chose the latter, so she could be  closer to the others they had grown up with. They were also family. Bjorn and Olga’s child was three weeks Brigette’s senior, which meant that it only made sense for them to stay in the same quarters; a little further away from the other knights, who prized their sleep no matter how adorable the newborns were when not shrieking the base awake. 

Ingrid did miss Torb and Rein when they were away, but they always came back as swiftly as they could... turning down several missions where possible, to spend more time with them. Torbjorn adored his daughter, she was the light of his life, and Rein equally loved the babe, even if she was so small Brigette almost disappeared in his arms when held. 

Torb had had to work on how he held their baby, as the new prosthetic had a claw at the end rather than a hand, it worked better for crafting he had said when first revealing it. But it made holding Brigette a rather unique task until he got used to it; he liked to hold her, talk to her about his projects, even if she was so young he didn’t think she understood. But there was a spark in her eyes when she beheld his workshop that always made him wonder...

Reinhardt treated Brigette like she was made of porcelain. She was just so small, he felt too big and clumsy to hold her; but then, Ana Amari said he’d been just the same when Fareeha was born, no matter how many times the medic had tried to reassure him he would not drop his goddaughter. It was an endearing trait. 

Ingrid had no siblings other than those she had bonded with during her time in the guard, and there were not so many babies there; it was lucky that Bjorn and Olga both came from large families, and were able to let her practice holding their own infant daughter, prior to Brigette’s arrival. It made her feel more confident, training always did.

The children cried in the night, and various people arose to see to their need. More often than not Brigette just wanted to be held, whereas baby Anya was often hungry. Eventually everyone learned to distinguish a vague semblance of which cry meant what...

If it sounded like someone was hungry, Ingrid or Bjorn would get up to see to their daughter/technical niece’s needs. However if the wail seemed to be one of distress, pain, fear, fright or need for comfort, then Torb, Olga, or Reinhardt would get up. Certainly they had it mixed up a few times, and there was always formula in the fridge in case certain people were too exhausted to rise and feed... but it worked. 

It also saved their lives. 

The five new parents and their daughters were living in combined quarters at one end of the eichenwalde castle quarters, and the rest at the other; to prevent crying awakening all of the base several times a night and such. (Not to say the others did not delight in the chance to play with and/or babysit the girls, everyone in the knights was practically their aunt or uncle. and there was something adorably hilarious about massively bulky men, women and gnc warriors cooing over teeny little infants).

Which is most likely why they survived when a battalion of omnics smashed through the doors, killing those on night watch instantly and horrifically, before aiming their canons towards the densely populated guard quarters. Fire and splintered wood, cinders and scream, it shook them awake. 

Ingrid and Rein had their shields up before they were even properly awake. Torbjorn threw down a turret and ran for the infants while his partners armoured up; Olga and Bjorn were shielding the cribs with their own weapons, and neither girl was harmed. Only crying, frightened and needing reassurance. 

Bjorn grabbed Anya; Torb took Brigette, and together the group made a run for it. Now was not the time to fight, but retreat. If the omnics were here, then there was no one in the surrounding town left to save, and no one they could help in the guard barracks. Screams tugged at their heartstrings as they ran, but the shrieks of their children made then turn a deaf ear to them...

Bastion units signalled victory in horrifying beeps as they ran into the night, alive but left with nothing.

-

Contacts from the Overwatch days managed to find them, smuggle the group away from the danger; though the group was split up for safety, anonymity. Quiet, heartfelt farewells were offered, before they each took transports to new lives...

And so it was.

Ingrid and Reinhardt and Torbjorn raised their daughter, and all the sons and daughters who followed, in seclusion and safety. Well, as safe as it could be.

There was occasional trouble, but that was how life was, really. Nothing two knights and a mechanical genius couldn’t handle... 

Then one day, they got a call.

Overwatch.

And everything changed.

[dreamerology]

my biggest i love monsta x ever!!!!

no offence but if u had told me a year ago that these seven boys would have had this much of an impact on my life and not only that but i still love them as much now as i did on day one (maybe even more) i’d say u were lying. usually my interests come and go in phases and nothing has ever lasted as long as mx???? but i rly truly cannot imagine my life without them at this point. in fact, the 2-3 months at the very beginning of uni where i stopped having time for them and thought i was moving on were the worst of this year (ofc that wasn’t the only reason those months were hard, but feeling like i was falling out of love w mx hurt more than id care to admit). they’ve brought me so much happiness and connected me with so many amazing people and not 2 be cheesy but made me into a better person! like they just continue to have the biggest positive influence in my life and i got the opportunity to meet one of my best friends bc of them, i’ll forever be thankful for them

i know i havent been w mx since the beginnign but!!!! even just seeing shownu grow so much this year has made me sooooo happie!!!!!! i Love how u can just see he’s more comfortable now and seems a lot more at ease……..the fact that hes comfortable enough to host his own solo vlives and no offence but theres not a single thing i dont love abt that man! hes so fucking funny….like its sorta weird humor?? dad humor almost? BUT HES HONESTLY FUNNY WITHOUT EVEN TRYING hes just reached a point where he’s got no filter and will just say whatever and sometimes even the wording will make me laugh dkjfhkjsd the true underrated comedian of the group tbh. hes so selfless too bicht………….i still cant believe he split the money from his solo event w the other members My Heart :-((((((( and when hes on a solo schedule he’s always mentioning the others!!! nd doesnt let anyone forget abt them, they rly are one big family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO HIS SMILE is the cutest shit ive ever seen!!!!! like when he smiles rlllly big nd his eyes crinkle nd he :D and his big “ha ha ha” ,,,,music 2 my ears!!!!!!!! i wish he could be that happy forever. hes the biggest softest teddy bear i just wanna give him a giant hug???

fun fact wonho was the first member i knew abt nd was able to recognize nd such!! my friend who helped me get into mx talked abt him a lot so i grew to love him before i even knew the others!!! actually hes probably still the one i know the most abt bc of her? anyways! angels exist and wonho is living proof of that! his love for mbbs is on a whole other plane of existance???? ive never felt this loved nd appreciated as a fan before nd its all genuine!!!!!. wonho is a monbebebebe first and a monsta second. hes just so full of love….im convinced thats why hes so Large he needs to fit his heart in his body somehow...hes just got so much love to give!!!!!!! he is the most thoughtful and caring person??? like not even towards monbebes and his memebrs but like at the end of mxray when he made sure to buy all the staff and crew little gifts as well, my heart grew 3 sizes for him!!!!!! and im so soo soooooooooooooosososooo proud of him to have some of his songs on the albums this year and not only that but! from zero getting a stage on tv!!!!!! his song!!!! he did that!!!!!! his hard work paid off….i hope he continues to be able to produce more music this year! oh one last thing, i love how? childish he is??? idk if thats the right word but hes always teasing or changing or playing around w the other members and hes always being goofy and laughing and it just makes my heart!!!!! rly happy nd warm

what is there left 2 be said abt minhyuk that i havent already said yet jdfshkjdhf i just! Love Everything abt that boy :-((((((( i love his sunshiney positive personality that never fails to cheer me up, i love how caring he is and how he always makes sure to be there for his members and makes himself open for them, i love his uneven blink, i love how soft his voice is and how it sounds exactly how sunshine looks, i love his fingers go sorta crooked when he makes a peace sign, i love his laugh and how silly he is, i love his thoughtful and serious side, i love how smart he is, i love his toothy smile, i love when hes on stage and he looks so radiant and glowing and u can see how happy he is and how he was truly built to shine, i love his ears, i love how affectionate and loving he is, i love his one (1) dimple, i love how sometimes he just says the weirdest shit…...like i rly wanna understand what hes thinking sometimes, i love how cute he looks wearing hats or how soft he looks in giant sweaters, i love him sooooooo much my heart hurts

can u believe i didn’t used to love kihyun this much? past me was a whole fool! i’ll try to keep this one sorta short too since i’ve already written a love essay for him but! once again i rly do love him w my whole heart!!!!!! absolutely Everything he does is so endearing and i loooove how he cares so much….he rly went and made us our own season's greeting for free nd his photography is rly No Joke! hes so talented nd u can rly see how passionate he is abt it!!!!! it makes me so so happy seeing him talk abt it, like he just lights up its the best thing ive ever seen. i Love his smile!!!! when his face scrunches up and u can see the little dimples on his cheeks and see all his teeth and he laughs and throws his head back or hits whoever’s closest to him or just collapses thats Good Shit!!!!!!!! im so glad he’s happy enough to be able to smile like that!!!!!!! it makes my heart tingle thinking abt him being happy. he rly is the cutest, i love him nd all his beauty marks :D !! nd no offense but hes never had a bad hair colour/style nd thats the tea on that!

chae hyungwon 2018’s lord nd saviour????????? anyways its about Damn Time i write him a love essay :-((((( having both best friends being hyungwon biased ive secretly been converted 2 a whole chaebebe….their love rubbed off on me!!! i love it :D idk where to start...gosh hes seriously so hardworking????? im soooooo so soo so proud of him!!! icb he picked up djing as a hobby nd then made it to a big festival, is on mix and the city and has released not one but two (2) songs only months later!!!!!!!!! we love a talented man!!!!!!! nd his dancing bichksjdfhsdj hes so fluid nd smooth when he dances…...i always find myself watching him first in group practices like there something rly captivating abt him?? please let him show us more of his dancing its So Good. also hes got the nicest voice…...its so deep wtf...but like its So Calming 2 listen to? especially when hes sleepy nd its extra raspy? Good Shit! and when he sings!!!!!!!! bicshjkdfhksdhj hes got one of my fave vocal voices i rly wish he got the lines he deserves :((( hes! So! Cute! jfhsdjfhs he gets embarrassed so easily and always makes the goofiest faces but i love it….he covers his smile sometimes too :-((( i wish he wouldnt its So Bright nd cute nd warm just like he is!!!! hyungwon’s smile is the 8th wonder of the world thats just the facts folks!

mister jooheon……….the true example of the duality of man. i dont understand how he can go from his scaredy cat self to and Actual God,,,blows my mind. i’m pretty sure i’ve said this at least a hundred times but his stage presence is truly Unreal……..its on a whole other level…….ive never seen them live but if i ever do i fear for my life. nd i know once it’s over im only gonna know one (1) man and that man is lee jooheon. but at the same time hes rly The Cutest id trust him w my life???? his eyes are so warm!!!!!! And his Big Smile!!!!!!!!!!! his dimples? deeper than the marianas trench, i wanna build my home in them nd raise my family there. hes such a talented dude!!!! mx don’t have a single bad song thenks jooheon! also for the first couple months i’d alway forget he was one of the youngest? like hes very mature too nd seems very responsible djfhkjsdhfjsd idk how he was the only one 2 be able to keep it together during their first win 2 give the speech…..hes so strong. i love him so much :-( hes so cute nd gentle nd thoughtful...truly the biggest angel who deserves the world!!!!!!!!!!

i think if there's any member i would actually get along best w it would b changkyun. we’re both rly similar from what i can tell...like sorta quiet, but loud around those we’re comfortable with!!! first off hes so funny nd…..weird but like in a good way sdjfhksdjhf sometimes i rly just think he says the first thing that comes to his mind “actually we have a baby” ????? who let him \…..he always makes me laugh reading his fansign notes too omg that being said hes also one of the most serious members at times i feel like. hes just got this rly mature vibe nd he handles things rly well??? idk if that makes sense but Yeah. he’s just someone who’s not rly afraid 2 be themselves, i wish that were me??? ive got so much to learn from them. also icb he literally invented being cute???? he doesn't even have 2 try hes just adorable!!!!!! like his laugh nd smile? The Best!!!!! and when u can see his lil dimples yeahhhhh hes sooo super sweet and cheesy. i looooove how close hes gotten w the other members despite their rough start, they rly are a family nd im glad hes comfortable around them it rly warms my heart!!!!! whenever hes getting showered in love my heart !!!!!!! its what he deserves!

on that note, the one thing i think that has stayed with me more than anything is that one fansign note where ck was asked how he wants to be remembered in the future, when they only occasionally thought abt him and his answer was “that i gave you happiness” and not 2 b a sentimental shit but fuck! i cry every time i think abt that!!!!!!! bc i Know there’s gonna come a day where i don’t think abt them at all! there’s gonna be a day where i won’t think abt them until i see something that jogs my memory and jolts me back to this time and even tho this year has been rough i know i always will remember how much happiness they’ve brought me. i’ll remember how they were able to cheer me up when nothing else worked. i hope one day i’ll be able to feel the Pure Joy i felt when they got their first win….i’ve never felt anything like that before. i cant wait to be able to look back in nostalgia at all the happiness they’ve brought me.

anyways that got real sappy towards the end i gotta blast now bye!