#but i was thrown in to make the piano part easier (and bc it just felt right)

[you-are-constance]

i have freaking. Good Times are Here to Stay from Dames at Sea stuck in my head. and i am. feeling things abt it.

[kimnjss]

blowing bubbles | ksj

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // seokjin focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pure unedited filth. ⇢ word count: 4.7K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, dry humping, nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), bath sex, riding, over stimulation if you squint real hard, unprotected sex (be safe loveys!). mentions of exhibitionism.  ⇢ A/N: added a bit of hobi in there for y’all!! buut oof ., i had to do my boy jin bc he’s been wrecking me all week-

You find Hoseok sat outside, scrolling through his phone. Joon sits across from him and Jimin beside him. The fire in between him lighting up his face, the sharp features that make up his side profile. He laughs at something Joon just said, head tipping back as the melodic sound fills the night air.

Quick to close the space between the two of you, arms hanging over his shoulders as your body rests against the back of his chair. Nose nuzzling gently in his sweet smelling hair and you want nothing more than to have him close.

“Come cuddle,” Hoseok's strong hands are reaching up to wrap around your wrist, his head tilting back to look at you. A smile laying upside down on his face from the angle, and you grin down at him.

Capturing his lips in a Spider-Man like kiss, jaw moving slowly as you become deeper and deeper enveloped in him. You can feel his grin grow against your lips, being granted with that large smile of his as he pulls away – lifting his head to glance at the boys seated across from him.

Discussion of a rematch at ping pong is thrown between them before Joon is standing from where he sits. Jimin not far behind him, securing his hood over his ears before he's looking over at the two of you.

“You want to come watch?” He offers, but Hobi is declining the invitation as quickly as it comes. Dramatizing his fatigue with a yawn and a stretch as he stands. “Think we're just going to go to bed?” Words directed to you for reassurance and you're nodding with a bright smile.

Both Jimin and Joon stalk off in the other direction while Hoseok drops his arm over your shoulder, leading you into the house.

Nights spent with Hoseok were always your favorite. Whether you two were rolling around in the sheets, sweaty and panting your release, or if you were wrapped up in his arms talking about everything and nothing. You didn't mind it, genuinely enjoyed yourself.

Close in age so things felt most comfortable between you two. Much like with Namjoon. Despite the romantic feelings you had for him, there was an underlying friendship there. Like if you two were to be in the same class in school or whatever, you'd be close. More often than not, you found yourself thinking about that.

If you had met the boys in a different setting if they weren't the superstars that they are. How differently would your relationship be? Dating made much easier. Would they all still want to be with you?

“What are you thinking about?” Hobi's words are breaking through your thoughts, steps halted halfway up the stairs when he realized you haven't said a word since the two of you left the table.

He's turned to you, close in the small stairway. Smelling as sweet as he always does, even after the long day spent outside. Your arms are lifting with no hesitation, wrapping around his neck to pull him closer as you lean back against the wall. Shoulders shrugging slightly, you lean up to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“You, me, us.” His smile grows, hands dropping down to enclose your hips. Warmth spreads throughout your body at the simple touch. Easily leaning into him as he rests his forehead on yours.

“You, me, us... doing what?” His brow lifts as he steps closer to you. A single hand dropping lowering down your hips. Fingers splaying over the curve of your ass, the gentle pressure pushing your hips closer to his.

The giggle that falls from your lips is automatic, not even the slightest bit surprised with how quickly he could shift your mood. Not much effort needed to make you putty for him and he knew it. “You thinking about having all of us fuck you?” He guesses and if you weren't thinking about it then, you definitely were thinking about it now.

It was safe to say Hoseok was most fond of the idea of sharing you. Was always the first one to perk up when it was suggested and never batted an eye if he found Jungkook lurking. Always fucked you harder, rougher when he knew there was an extra set of eyes on him. As if he got off on being watched.

A soft whimper slips past your parted lips, mind flooded with just how good it's felt to be shared by them. Never have you had all of them at once, their concern of overwhelming you leaking through – but even just two of them was enough to make your head spin. Heck, one of them was enough.

Hoseok is taking the sound like a green light to lean up, pulling your lips between his in a heated kiss. Instantly melting into him, your hands creeping up the back of his neck to tangle in the soft strands of his freshly washed hair.

His hands are warm, their decent from your hips to your thighs igniting liquid fire beneath your skin. A gentle tug on your leg has your thigh pressed firmly against his torso, his body slipping further between your legs until his chest his pressed against yours. All at once, his hands are gripping tighter on your thighs, easily lifting your body into his arms – using his hips to push your back against the wall.

“Think I'm gonna keep you to myself tonight, though.” Mouth still pressed against yours as he speaks, teeth pressed against your lower lip when his lips spread into a smile. Head ducking down until he's able to latch onto your neck.

Sucking hickeys into your skin, his hands roaming over the smallest part of your waist. He's holding you up with his hips, and you can feel his arousal through the fabric of his pants.

“Oh.” You gasp, not sure if it's from the sharpness of his teeth or the slow drag of his crotch over yours that he's started. Soft hands creeping underneath the hem of your shirt until he's meeting the top of your bra. In one swift movement, he's tugging the cup down to so you're tit is spilling over the top.

A soft groan falls from his lips, mixing the with your moan from the feeling of his thumb flicking over your hardened nipple. Just a simple tug has your chest lifting, teeth cutting into your lower lip.

With your fingers clutching his messy hair, your hips begin to roll against his. The sudden friction causing his own hips to lift, rutting gently against you. “God, look at you.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, the hand left on your hips tightening. He uses his grip to move your body faster against his.

You can only imagine how you look right now. Cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused as you try desperately to get yourself off through the fabric of your clothing. Fingers clasped tightly around his neck as you bounce between him and the wall. “Should I make you cum like this?” His voice is gruff and close to your ear, his hips lifting to press his cock harder against you.

Head bobbing like some sex-crazed bobblehead, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. He's bending forward enough so he's able to wrap his lips around your nipple. The feeling of his wet tongue coaxing the bud has a shock of arousal cruising through your veins, hips rotating to feel his cock nudge against your clit.

“Y-you feel so good,” You whine, desperation lacing every syllable. His hips rolling slowly, pressed firmly against your clit. The sudden pain of his teeth sinking into your nipple has a yelp flying from your lips, fingers tightening in his hair as you pull him tighter to your chest.

He moves with determination, the goal of making you cum heavy in his mind. And it's not long before you feel the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach, toes curling at his sides as he drives his hips roughly into yours.

All at once, you feel the band snapping, eyes screwing tight as your head falls onto his shoulder. Your hips move frantically against his, attempting to ride your orgasm out as it washed through you. Heavy breaths lifting your chest as you urge yourself to regain your composure, in slight disbelief with how sensitive you've become.

A chuckle falls from Hoseok's lips as he's pulling back from you, carefully setting your body back onto your feet. “Good?” He says with a grin, watching for the nod of your head. His lips are coming down to press a soft kiss to your lips and your heart is singing with the feeling of them.

The kiss is quickly deepening, his tongue slipping past your lips and rolling against yours. His body pressed against yours and you can feel the hardness of his cock pressed against his thigh. Your mouth is separating from his with a pop, lust-filled eyes peeking up at him.

“Take me to your room,” There's no hiding the whine in your voice and he's grinning at the sound, hand clasping in yours as he pulls you the rest of the way into his room. Your back hitting the softness of his bed the second he's pushing the door closed.

“Whoa!” You're shouting a bit too loud with the fact Jungkook is asleep in the room behind you. Taehyung's arms on either side of your body, caging you against the railing as you steer the remote control boat.

He's laughing at your surprise of the speed of the boat, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you play. His fingers wrapping around yours to help you steer. Tae's soft curls tickling the side of your face.

You were woken up early this morning by melodic piano playing from downstairs. Hoseok stirring as the sounds became more consistent and it's not long before the both of you are standing from the bed. Finding Taehyung in the kitchen, you take a seat on the chair beside him, holding his plate as he cooks.

Following him out of the house and onto the dock as soon as you finish. It doesn't take much for him to hand over the controller, letting you steer as he watches. Holding your body close to his the entire time.

“Oh! It's Jin-Hyung!” Taehyung is pointing excitedly, gesturing a little way in front of you. Eyes squinted to make out the two figures jogging in your direction, a large smile lifting the corners of your lips as you wave your arm.

Whatever the conversation they're having comes to a pause when he's catching sight of you. A large grin taking over the elder's features as he waves back at you. “I'm gonna go say hi,” You tell Tae, who simply nods moving back to release you from his grasp.

Both him and Hoseok are seated at on the lawn chairs when you walk up, easily sliding into the vacant space on Jin's lap, fingers mussing up his slightly sweaty hair. His arm is easily sliding around your waist, continuing his conversation carelessly as if you hadn't just park your bum on his thigh.

Gentle fingers draw shapes and patterns against your leg as the three of you chat. Conversation bouncing easily between the three of you, body completely relaxed against Jin's body.

You've seen the least of Jin since you were arriving. He always seemed to be busy either fishing or cooking, the lesser part of you had started to think that maybe he was avoiding you – but the bigger, much smarter part of you knew that that wasn't the case.

Simply enjoying his free time in the wilderness, catching up on all the things that he's not normally able to do with his busy schedule. Either way, you're happy to be in his arm now. Despite how invested he's in the conversation with Hoseok, his attention is still on you.

The gentle brush of his fingers against your skin is proof enough. His chest is hard against your back, the slight dampness left on his shirt from his run making it easier for you to feel the ripples of his abs through the fabric.

You're only half-listening to their conversation at this point, simply enjoying the fresh air, finding comfort in being with them. At ease ever since you've arrived here. It was something about being outdoors, being around the people that you loved that made this trip so healing.

Not a single worry since you were stepping out of the car. And it was only getting better as the days went on.

It wasn't often that you were able to let loose like this with them. Always so busy, on the go and you were really just seeing them when you could. But now? You had all of them around you, free to breathe to be with you and you were honestly so happy.

Your thoughts are coming to a halt when you feel the lull in their conversation, attention on you that has your brow furrowing. Head tilting to the side so you're able to get a good look at Jin. He must sense your confusion, put together that you weren't exactly listening to his words because a soft laugh is falling from his lips.

“I said, I need to go shower.” It's then that you're noticing Hoseok has stood from his spot beside you, only a few steps away as he makes his way into the house. Sliding from his lap, Jin stands – a hand instantly wrapping around your waist. “I haven't showered yet,” Offering up the information in hopes he'll catch your drift.

Tiny smirk twitches on the corner of his lips, his grip tightening slightly around you to pull your body closer to his. “That so?” He says, feigning indifference but you knew for a fact the thoughts bouncing around his mind.

“Mhm. Sharing would make sense, right? Save time.” Although, you had all the time in the world right now. Jin is nodding his head in agreement without a moment of hesitance. “And water.” He adds, picking up the pace of his steps as the two of you enter the main house.

Only a few seconds of debate is had before Jin is filling up the tub, the sound of a bath more appealing to him than a shower. As soon as you're seeing him strip from his sticky clothes and lower himself into the bathwater, you're agreeing.

The tub isn't huge, not enough space for the two of you to sit side by side, so it's obvious where you'll be settling. Jin watches you with hooded eyes the entire time you're peeling your night clothes from your body. Basking in the slow way you pull your shirt over your head, tits bouncing slightly from the movement of your arms.

Then you're moving down to your shorts, tugging them down your long legs along with your panties. His eyes follow your hand the entire way, slowly dragging up to check out your neatly shaven mound. He's hard just from the sight of you standing over him, cock twitching as you lower yourself into the water – a leg on either side of him.

Jin is not pouncing on you the moment you're straddling him, despite how much he wants to – he has more restraint than that. His arms simply wrap around your body, pulling you in close as your head naturally finds his chest.

His skin is warm against your cheek, arms cradling you in nicely into his body. Hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, but he pays it no mind. Instead, he's walking his finger up your back, twisting your damp strands of hair between his fingers.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The vibration of his voice tickles your cheek, pushing a smile onto your features.

You nod, recounting the short time spent here. With them. “You guys seem so relaxed.”

Plump lips stretch into a smile before he's puckering to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “And what about you?” He's moving underneath you, leaning forward to reach behind you, but you don't make an effort to un-cling from his body.

“I'm relaxed too.” You answer just as he's leaning back a loofah in hand, drizzled in body wash. “That's good. I'm glad, baby.” He speaks softly to you, bringing the sponge toward your body to lather the soap into your skin.

He moves from your back to your arms to your front, the entire time soft hums falling from your lips – eyelashes fluttering from the gentle massage. His touch so light and soothing, you could see yourself falling asleep in his arms. Jin was always the most gentle with you.

Taking his time with washing you, he makes sure to lather your entire body – paying special attention to your breasts until he's positive their squeaky clean. The same amount of care is given to the apex of your thighs. You'd think he was just being thorough if it wasn't for the constant jump of his cock each time he was reaching an erogenous area.

Your body jolts when he's accidentally nudging your clit, thighs pressing together as a murmured cruse leaves your lips. Jin's head is lifting, brow arched as he searches your features. “Sensitive?” He asks with a smirk, bringing his hand down for an experimental swipe of his thumb over your clit.

Your hips buck this time, head nodding instantly as your hands on his torso tightened. “Very.” The constant, round the clock sex, had definitely affected you more than you liked to admit. And judging from the smirk on Jin's face, he's liking the idea of your new sensitivity.

But he doesn't push it, simply rinses the suds from your body before reaching for the shampoo bottle resting on the shelf. “Wash my hair?” Back straightening and fingers reaching for the bottle in an instant. You squirt a bit of shampoo into your palm before rubbing your hands together, leaning close to bury your hands in his hair.

At this new angle, his cock is pressed directly against your core. Just resting between your lips and you can't stop the gentle roll of your hips that has a groan falling from both of your lips. Large hands resting on either side of your rib cage, thumbs running over the underneath of your breasts as his eyes fluttered closed.

Jin has his head tipped back, lip tucked between his teeth as he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of your nails brushing against his scalp. Massaging the shampoo all throughout his head while at the same time twitching from the light stimulation between your legs.

“Fuck, you're getting so wet.” His voice so low, you're not sure if you imagined it. Sure you hadn't when you feel one of his hands drop, landing directly on your ass to push your hips close to his. This has the rough tip of his cock pressed right against your bundle of nerves.

You whimper, legs spreading slightly in hopes to feel more of him. But he keeps your hips steady in his grip. “My hair,” He reminds and you're only then noticing that your fingers had gone frozen between his strands.

Clean enough, you decide. Too needy for the teasing. Gathering enough water to rinse the shampoo from his hair, your haste pulling a chuckle from his lips. The hand left on your torso lifts, taking hold of your heavy breast; thumb swiping over your nipple quickly. 

At the same time, his hips are lifting his cock easily sliding between your wet folds, pulling a breathy moan from your lips. “Jin,” You pant, fingers curling in his soapy hair as your body bounces over him. Loving the slow drag of his cock against your clit.

“What do you want, princess?” With your head rested back on his shoulder, his lips are close to your ear. Their softness brushing against the shell of it with each word. “I want you.” You sigh, hand lifting to cover his on your breast. Guiding the movements of his fingers over your nipples, applying more pressure to his light touch.

You hear the smirk in his voice, not even having to lift your head to gauge the look on his face. “Want me to do what?” Huffing, a pout takes over your features. Whines are drawn out as you grind against him.

He acts as if he's not a mess from the friction. Doing a good job at suppressing his moans and the contortion of his features. What he can't hide, though, is the precum that dribbles from the tip of his cock onto your thigh. So hard and thick, ready to fuck into you.

Your legs tighten around his hips, shuddering at the new closeness. Hips slowing down so he can feel every bit of slick against his shaft. He bites his lip to hide his groan, but you're letting the moans fall from your lips freely. The sound hitting his ears and hardening his cock.

“F-fuck me,” You gasp when his tip catches at your entrance, but it's so quick you don't have the chance to bask in it before he's moving into the slow drag. “Please.” His fondness for manners hitting you last minute. Jin grins.

Fed up with the teasing, of you and himself, he's quickly lining his cock up with your dripping core. “This where you want me?” He mumbles, watching the frantic nod of your head. But he doesn't move.

“I don't know what that means,” Noticing the confusion that riddles your features. “Please, fuck me here.” You're panting out, legs opening wider for him as if to punctuate your words.

He's pushing forward without another word, thick shaft pushing through your walls, stretching you out with each inch until you're seated on his lap. The breath that you had been holding fans over his chest.

A hand reaching down, fingers rolling your clit around to loosen up your grip around him. It doesn't take long for your body to get used to the intrusion, walls unclenching just slightly – making it easier for him to pull out.

“Fuck, Jin!” You're crying out with the force he pushes into you. The snap of his hips causing your tits to bounce. He's quickly taking notice of that, arms tightening around your body as he tilts his head up – latching his lips around your nipple.

Wet tongue flicking against one side while his fingers lift to tug on the since neglected nipple. He doesn't slow the power of his thrusts, loud moans, and whimpers falling from your lips as you grind your hips down onto his.

Clit rubbing against his pubic bone in this angle, each brush having a pang of arousal shocking your senses. “Feel good, baby? You look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” Words delivered into your chest, but you hear him as if he's speaking directly into your ear.

“S-so good, Jin. Oh, fuck.” Your toes curl from the sudden deepness of his thrusts, tip of his cock brushing against the rough patch of skin deep inside of you. “Again, please.” Head bowed, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. Your thighs threaten to close from the immense pleasure, but it's impossible with the way he's wedged between them.

Jin pushes inside of you again, deeper. Pressing against your gspot deliberately this time and it has your body spasming. Back arching as shouted cruses leave your lips. Eyes squeeze so tight, you're seeing spots on the ceiling when you find the strength to open them.

Walls squeezing tight around him, slowing the movement of his thrusts but he's determined to push you over the edge your teetering on. Cock buried deep inside of you, he lets your hips roll against his. All the way, his fingers are finding that bundle of nerves, pinching it between his fingers.

“I'm gonna...” Words trailing as your lips find his, kissing him hungrily as your body grinds against him. The pace you created somehow faster, rougher than how he had been fucking you before. Jin's got your clit squeezed between his knuckles, and the quick tug has your body crashing down onto his. “I'm cumming, I'm...fuck, Jin!” The screech of your voice fills the bathroom, heard over the splash of bathwater, the slap of your skin as he lifts his hips to meet your thrusts.

Your body tightens around his, going rigid as your climax takes washes over you. Lashes fluttering as murmured words of thanks fall from your lips. Then all at once, you're going limp in his arms, breathing harsh while the aftershocks of your orgasm make your body twitch.

Lowering his hips, his cock slides out of you with ease. Glistening with your release, but still has hard as it was when he put it in. Most of the bubbles he had filled the bath with gone done, but some still coat his stomach and legs.

The moment the fog in your brain is clearing, you're sliding from his lap. His head is lifting at your sudden movement, hand dropping to catch yours just as you're reaching for his shaft. “It's okay,” He assures you with an easy smile, but you're shaking your head.

“I want to.” You pout, fingers closing around his cock to give him one powerful thrust. His eyes are rolling, head falling against the tile of the bathroom. A grin spreading across your lips as you lean forward, lips wrapping around his tip.

He hisses at the wetness of your tongue rolling over him, a hand lifting to tangle his fingers in your wet hair. Hands finding his thighs, you lower your head slowly taking as much of him as you can into your throat. “Fuck, just like that, baby...” He encourages with a sigh.

Cheeks hallowing, you drag your head back before pushing forward. Managing to get more of him into your mouth this time around, nose pressed against his pubic bone. A low grunt leaves his lips as your swallowing around him, teary eyes lifting to look at him.

Jin looks so hot above you. Struggling to keep his head lifted to watch you, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Brows creased with pleasure. “Fuck, princess.” He sighs, at the feeling of your closing around his balls.

He's gasping when your fingers squeeze around them, your head bobbing quickly over him; tongue dragging over his shaft. You ignore the bit of drool that leaks out of the corners of your mouth, concentrating fully on the sounds of his groans as you bring him closer to his release.

It's when his hips start to lift that you know he's close, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. The grip in your hair tightens and he's pushing your head further down. A hand finds his hips, slowing his hurried thrusts as your throat restricts around him. Lips wrapped tight around your base as he spills out.

Jumbled words of praise fall from his lips as you take in all he's giving you, swallowing down every last drop of his thick cum until his hips are sinking back into the water. Pulling off of him with a loud pop, you show off your empty mouth. Loving the way a grin lifts onto his features.

“You're so perfect,” He sighs, sitting up to reach for the back of your neck. He pulls your lips to his, enveloping you in the sweetest of kisses that have a flutter rising in your chest.

Jin is helping you out of the tub once the bathwater has gone cold, pressing loving kisses to the side of your face as he wraps your body in a plush towel. With his own towel wrapped around his waist, his arms are wrapping around your hips.

Walking you out of the bathroom with your body cradled in his. Laughter can be heard from downstairs, the boys talking loudly amongst each other. The sound, mixed with the gentle kisses from Jin's plump lips against your skin has happiness settling in your chest.

Oh, how you wished this week would never end.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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Prompt: Thranduil and Bard went to college together but yearned from afar. Some 20ish years later they see each other again bc their kids go to college together. They weren't even aware that they lived in the same town until Legolas and Sigrid come back for vacation. Kind of like the last prompt I sent you.

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It was 5am the airport was deserted and Bard really, really wished he’d filled his travel cup with coffee before he had left the house to collect Sigrid from her flight home. 

It was freezing inside and outside with winter well and truly settled in for the holidays, the snow had finally stopped and Sigrid had assured her father their flight had not been cancelled but her friend she was travelling with had booked an earlier flight to be sure they’d get back the day they wanted. 

The blast of colder air from behind him and the sound of the automatic doors meant he was now not the only one in the airport and when he turned around he was greeted with someone bundled up in a long black fur coat and deep green scarf that covered half of their face. Though they wore no hat and their long white-blond hair was dusted with snow that had started lightly falling again outside. 

They stood a few feet away from him and gazed up at the arrivals screen which wasn’t even switched on before they huffed with irritation and turned to Bard tugging down their scarf so they could speak to him. 

Though, Bard was not ready for 1) how maddeningly gorgeous the man was and 2) how it appeared to be his old crush and roommate Thranduil from university some 20 years ago. This did not go unnoticed by the blond who broke into a bright smile as his expression changed from cold indifference to joyful recognition. 

“Bard!” He moved forward without prompting and slung his arms around Bard’s shoulders in a tight embrace. “Ah, how long has it been since we last saw one another?” 

It had definitely been at least 20 years since they parted ways in University to chase their dreams with a youthful exuberance that no longer existed within them. That boundless energy at the prospect of seeing the world, true blue-sky thinking with their hopes tripping from their tongues regaling all who would listen regarding their futures. 

What had Thranduil done with his life?

What had happened to have the man come back to Dale of all the places in the world to settle?

“I had no idea you were in town, what brings you here?” Bard asks as they broke the embrace, he tried to hide the fact his face had flushed pink the second Thranduil had thrown his arms around him. 

“I’ve lived here for years, what about you?” 

How strange it was, Bard had never seen him wandering the streets, not even once in the 10 years he had been settled there in Dale. 

Flight 206 Arriving from Mirkwood Intl at 5:30 am has been delayed. 

The booming yet cheery voice over the tannoy gave Bard heart failure but the dismay at hearing Sigs flight had been cancelled was enough to cover the thundering of his heart.

When he looked to Thranduil he looked equally upset and he turned on his heel and headed towards the door. 

“Come on, let’s not hang about, while I loathe the place, MacDonalds is open and they serve semi-decent coffee. It’s better than hanging about here.” Thranduil looked over his shoulder with a small smile and Bard, O, he followed behind the blond like a puppy, the same as he had all those years ago.

He was still a puppy, and still absolutely harbouring a ridiculous crush and still terrified of confronting those feelings. Somethings just never changed, not even after 20 years, a marriage and children.

And so, that was how Bard found himself sat in the plastic chairs of a booth in the fast-food restaurant catching Thran up on his life, the loss of his wife and the kids. It seemed the blond had a similar story just with one less child and they sat in tense silence for a few moments before Thranduil leaned over the table and put his hand over Bard’s with a coy smile. 

“As inappropriate as this may sound after our conversation,” He glanced around the empty restaurant lobby before continuing. “I had such an infatuation with you when we were at university. Gods it took over my life at one point, nothing obsessive, I promise but I was absolutely in love with you,” He sat back almost immediately after he’d finished speaking, clearly feeling better now he had admitted his secret. 

The information did not help Bard in the slightest. 

“What about now?” Bard ventured feeling brave for literally no reason other than perhaps he was over-caffeinated and it was now just after 6 in the morning. “Ahah, I don’t know why I asked that. Gods, it’s too early, who books a flight this early?” Bard tried to cover his embarrassment with an inane question but Thranduil waved that away looking so serious suddenly. 

“What about now?” Thranduil mirrored the words, but the emphasis was solely on the last word and Bard couldn’t hold his gaze to the blond any longer and instead stared at the plastic lid of his coffee cup. 

“Aren’t we too old to be working through ancient crushes?” Bard asks quietly, he lifts his drink to his lips and feels the still scalding liquid slide down his throat. It was the only distraction at his disposal and being unable to talk due to it sounded like the best thing for him and his mouth that seemed to run off without engaging his mind. 

“You think now you’ve hit your 40s you cannot go in search of love?” Thranduil asked, arching an eyebrow and still managing to look elegant even when unimpressed. “Don’t age yourself in such a way. Personally, yes, I struggled with the loneliness and finding new relationships for the longest time but I always knew I deserved to love again and again.” 

Surely it as easier for Thranduil to find someone to adore him. No that wasn’t fair, adoration wasn’t love. 

“Did you find love again, you didn’t mention you married again.” Bard cast his gaze to Thranduil’s hands, long fingers still smooth and as pale as he remembered… musicians hand he had always said and Thranduil had always enjoyed playing the piano when they had any sort of downtime from studying. 

There was no ring though. 

“Ah, no. It is difficult to find love and raise children at the same time. But now that Legolas is in university and Tauriel is in high school, perhaps I can try again. What about yourself?” 

There is no time for a reply as Bard’s phone begins to play the Coca Cola Christmas music signalling a call from one of his kids. 

It is Sigrid, their flight had just landed and she was currently waiting for her luggage and was he at the airport?

Both men spring from their seats and exit hastily in a bid to get to the airport before their children realise they had been sat cosied up in a MacDonalds trying their hardest not to flirt with one another.

They had failed, of course. 

Again, they went their separate ways, collecting their children and bidding one another happy holidays before heading to their separate cars likely not seeing another again. 

That was until the next day and Bard is sat on the sofa struggling to wrap Tilda’s Christmas gifts while she was out, Sigrid wanders in and hands him a piece of paper with a contact number written out neatly in her own handwriting. 

“Legolas said his dad wanted you to have his number in case of a flight delay like the last time.” A flimsy excuse and she saw right through it, Bard knew that when she grinned and plucked the half-wrapped gift from his hands to finish for him. 

“I think you should probably go call him.” It wasn’t a hint, it was an order and Bard wasn’t sure he enjoyed his children knowing anything about his love life, not like this anyway… but, rather than argue with her about anything to do with Thranduil, he merely nodded and headed to the kitchen dialling the number into his phone’s keypad as he did so. 

Thranduil answered on the second ring with a very smooth and professional greeting which melted away into a warm and friendly tone as soon as he realised it was Bard on the other end of the line. 

That was nice.

It was nice that Thranduil seemed excited to hear from him. 

“I want to get straight to the point, Thran.” Bard began realising it was far easier to talk about his feelings when the icy blue of Thranduil’s eyes weren’t rooting him to the spot speechless like they had all those years ago. “I had a crush on you in university and I hate saying crush because I’m 40 fucking years old but it never went away and I was hoping I could take you out for dinner sometime?”

There was a sigh of relief from Thranduil’s side of the line and when he spoke Bard could hear the smile in his voice.

“Look who is being so brave. You garnered the courage before I could- you win this time. I’d love to have dinner with you. I admit, being wined and dined by Bard Bowman sounds like a dream.” That was a rather big statement to make and Bard forced the oddly youthful giddiness forced down back inside himself before he said something to ruin it all. 

“A dream? How am I a dream date?” He didn’t really want to know, he was afraid Thranduil would tell him he was the perfect kind of dull for a man his age, even if that sounded out of character for the blond it was still a fear.

“Oh come on, you just want me to stroke your ego. But, fine, I suppose you deserve it after all these years.” Thranduil sounded like he was shifting to get comfortable before he spoke again, “You’re incredibly handsome, and you seemed to have gotten even better with age. You’re kind and gentle and you’re funny. I like a man that can make me laugh.”

Funny? 

He’d never been called funny before, perhaps he had been a comedian in university but he couldn’t recall, however, if Thranduil thought he was that was enough for him. 

“Ok, ok, you’ve made your point, I’m your dream man. That works well for me, so if I stuff this up I still have a chance?”

There was laughter from Thranduil and the deep rumble of it made Bard lightheaded for a second before he brought himself firmly back to planet earth to ask the most important question.

“So, when would you like to meet?” 

“Hmm, is tonight too soon?” No, no it was not, even if Thranduil had asked to meet him an hour from then he would agree. 

After all, hadn’t they spent enough time apart already?

There was no need for him to play hard to get or even casual. 

“Tonight is fine, I will pick you up at 8. Text me your address and I will see you then.”

“I am looking forward to it.”

When the call disconnected Bard wandered past the living room where Sigrid was sat talking quietly on the phone, she spotted her dad and grinned knowingly giving him a thumbs up.

He received a text later that day from Thranduil containing his address and then another right after simply saying:

I have the house to myself tonight ;) 

The night would be an eventful one but who was Bard to complain? 

This year was going to have a very different ending to all those he had spent in the past alone. Even if he was terrified of this whole new adventure, at least he was doing it with someone who wanted to be by his side for the entire ride.

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Can you please do what the Paladin and musical S/O would do? So kind of like a Paladin x musical reader? Also thank you SO SO much for "The Musical Couple" pairing with Keith! I love it so much, thank you!!

asdfghjkl I’m glad you liked your pairing👉👈🥺💜🌸

also, I literally play five instruments and am SUCH a music nerd so this request made me actually squeal in excitement, thank you SO much for requesting this oml

idk if you were asking for headcanons or scenarios so I did headcanons cause they tend to be easier, I hope that’s alright!! and if it’s not please by all means pop back into my requests and tell me it’s not what you wanted and I’ll rewrite it ASAP🥺👉👈

and I’m sorry this took so long, forgive me?🥺

also also (lmfao halp) I wROTE THIS OUT ENTIRELY THE OTHER DAY AND THEN TUMBLR CRASHED AND I LOST ALL OF IT AND IM SO MAD ASDFGHJKL so I’m sorry if some are super short and others aren’t bc imma finna square up with tumblr soon

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Shiro

I imagine he’s very much a music lover

but not a musician

like mayhaps he took piano or violin when he was a youngin but didn’t stick with it

tho he absolutely thrives while listening to music

probably a total sucker for Mozart and Tchaikovsky

absolutely loves listening to you play music/sing songs

thinks you’re way too gifted a musician to be stuck in space with him

he adores how easily you get lost in the music

loves watching your face as you end up in another world of your own and the rest of the universe falls away

thinks it’s amazing that despite everything thrown your way, you still find time to keep up with your passion

Lance

I imagine he’s more of a dancer than a musician

which leads me to this idea of you playing your instrument/singing while he dances along with you

and it’s just kinda comfortable and so you guys that no one really questions it

one time you managed to do a perfect transition to a song you’d never played/sang before and he actually tripped up and faceplanted in shock

Keith couldn’t stop laughing

and you were in tears from laughing so hard

our loverboy Lance has been Betrayed™️

okokok but

dis boy gives me hella Shakira vibes, ya feel?

so like he defo asked you to learn Hips Don’t Lie for him

when you actually take time out of you busy schedule to??

he dies a happy man.

the wholesomeness of the dancer and musician trope is so pure asdfghjkl

Hunk

okokok I imagine his family is extremely musical?

idfk why but I get dat vibe

so this boy is either very very very musical OR got no musical bones in his body bless his heart

if not musical

he absolutely has no clue how you could possibly do that

but thinks it’s so freakin amazing

cannot possible hope to comprehend being able to just play/sing so casually and easily

asks you to teach him

but then just sits and watches you in awe as you attempt to

if musical

there is no such thing as silence between the two of you

the simplest tapping can turn into an all out musical

cooking together? turns into the two of you dancing around banging pots and pans and cabinet doors and anything else to make a beat and sing a song

it’s absolute precious chaos

I’m talking there’s eight distinct parts and y’all are hitting all of them

it’s a mess and no one really knows how to make y’all stop

Keith

music boi frfr

can and will listen to anything and everything

absolutely loves how talented you are

y’all sing and play instruments together as much as possible

two person shows constantly

thinks you’re incredible

does not think himself worthy of playing music with you

but you pour when he doesn’t join you so he rolls his eyes and pretends to be annoyed but is secretly overjoyed you wanna play music with him

dumbass bbyboi

classical to heavy metal and everything in between

Pidge

is not musical

unless you count techno? idfk I think Pidge would be a master at techno

loves it when you play tho

Pidge just enjoys listening to you while working

realizes it’s easier to focus on projects while you quietly practice in the same room

accidentally matches specific things with specific songs and when you play that song while Pidge is working on a different thing it lowkey messes stuff up

but that’s fine bc Pidge is a genius and it’s always easy fixes

Pidge got talked into playing music with you one (1) time and the whole crew decided it was better if that never happened again

~Admin Rori💜

[madiiko12]

new york’s very own madison ‘madi’ ko was spotted on broadway street in chanel sneakers . your resemblance to kim chungha is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-first birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being obsessive , but also ambitious . i guess being a virgo explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be glittery eyes, dangling earrings, & chanel draped in pearls.  ( cisfemale & she/her) + ( kale, 20 , she/her , est. )

hi honeybuns !! im back and with child. there is a brief mention of an ed under the cut but i block it off with a tw start & end.    if you’d like to plot pls leave a like and i can dm you or hit you up on discord !! my discord is kale#3079  

BACKSTORY

haneul madison ko was born september 18, 1999 to two immigrant parents from S.K. her birth name is haneul, but she went by the name madison since it was easier to pronounce + madi began to almost detest her culture??

it was just that growing up she would sometimes get bullied for looking different at her school, for the way her packed lunches smelled/looked, the way people would stare if she spoke korean to her parents, how other kids would make fun of her english since she didn’t pick up on vocab/grammar as quickly since she didn’t practice at home with her parents. she just became SO insecure about it that she rejected her culture. she wouldn’t bring her mom’s food to school, if her mom ever forced her to take it she’d throw it away  and choose to starve instead. she wouldn’t speak korean back to her parents in public, barely even in private (which reeaaallly upset her parents). this also REALLY destroyed her korean language skills. she can understand still, but she can barely hold a basic conversation anymore.

as she grew up, and continued this sense of distancing herself from her culture, she ultimately distanced herself from her family. which left her feeling -  - alone often, even though it was all due to her own choices. in this loneliness, she found her escape in music. she would wear headphones constantly through the halls, in car rides, in her room when her parents yelled at her to turn the music down. she just loved music. she saved up the money her parents gave her whenever she worked at the nail salon (her parents owned it!!) to thrift an old keyboard. she became self-taught by trying to copy melodies of songs she’d listen to, thrifting piano lesson books, staying after school with the music teacher learning to play. sometimes she’d even skip lunch to sit in the chorus room with her choir director and play.

it’s not that she had a LACK of friends growing up, maybe just that she lacked a best friend. she had a lot of friends, but no one that she felt so connected to in the way she felt connected to music. perhaps, she was addicted to her loneliness.

she spent a lot of time playing the piano and dabbling in writing music that her grades started to fall (not that she was ever the BEST student) and her parents literally took away her piano. they said it was a waste of time because they wanted her to focus on doing well, so she could get into a good university, and then live a good life. music was just a distraction

but that didnt work

she would sneak out into the city to go to concerts and poetry readings. she’d sneak out and go to indie songwriters scenes while her parents thought she was at the library with one of her school friends

This underground scene had her full heart!! she was surrounded by likeminded people who just lived for music. she was hearing all of these incredible people who were all looking for their start. maybe not looking for anything at than just to sing their songs. tbh i think this was the point she was happiest. she was completely enveloped in music, just for the sake of music. There wasn’t any pressure, just music. Just the songs. she was wide eyed looking at this whole underground scene of artists. So maybe some plots from these underground charas?!

she’d perform some songs at karaoke nights and the indie sessions, and a producer took a keen interest in one of her songs. basically im kind of stealing halsey’s career start, but she posted a song Came in Close on SoundCloud and just blew up overnight. in the morning, she woke up to a record label asking her to fly to LA for a meeting.

and thus, Madison Ko began a career as Madi Ko where she’d release her debut album, Honey, a few months later. (DISCOGRAPHY HERE). her music is very 80s synth inspired!

new album that is most definitely CRJ’S EMOTION is coming soon...

PERSONALITY

right off the bat, madi is an absolute firecracker!! she’s loud, bursting with personality, has a lack of inhibitions that CHAOTICALLY mixes with her spontaneity

part of this is projecting her insecurities. she felt lonely as a child but doesn’t want to be seen as that to the world. it’s not so much a persona but an exaggeration of who she was. 

she likes to show off her glam bc it, once again, hides her insecurities. 

she just kind of is dramatic anymore

like everything about her

her persona as Madi Ko, upcoming popstar underdog, is like DUNKED in glitter, over the top stages and sets, draped in couture. basically her stages/outfits/dances/mvs are like Chungha’s but with Pale Waves and Carly Rae Jepsen VC. ex: 1, 2, 3, 4

also bc im obsessed with chungha’s famous diamond wink, IT’S GONNA BE MADI’S THING TOO. so basically madi has trended on twt a few times bc of her signature diamond wink bc she effing glues rhinestones and glitter under her eyes for performances !! she said fuck corneas !! ex: 1, 2, 3      ....god chungha is magical

so while madi is like a brand hypebeast n never shuts up, she can also get,,, easily annoyed. and heavily perceives ppl on first impressions despite that being the reason she felt misunderstood a lot growing up. 

definitely argumentative!!! will blow up arguments for no reason n then later questions why she made it such a big deal but cant own up to her mistakes

when she decides she doesnt like you, SHE DOESNT LIKE YOU. it’s done. bridge is burned, she’s not keen on second chances

fame has definitely given her a bit of an ego problem --- she’s a bit more aggressive, self-obsessed while intrinsically insecure, is too busy flaunting her material possessions and trendy life that she can...lose touch of reality. basically most of her high school friends cant stand her. HC that her high school bf broke up with her bc she was no longer was the madison ko he knew!!! so if anyone wants to be that ex lmk !!! she’s written songs about them!!!

definitely the type of girl who is so hype at a party, dancing in fallen confetti, standing on the fireplace mantle, but then midway realizes she’s lonely. sad at a party. 

ED TW STARTS!!!!!

....

she kind of always had body image issues growing up, but it was very off and on, but once she got signed and being by surrounded by cameras became normal she formed a full fledged ED. she’s passed out at concerts a few times bc of her ED, but they always brush it off as “not enough rest” or “she wasnt feeling well that day but pushed to perform anyway as to not disappoint the fans”

so feel free for ur muses to point it out !! she’ll get really defensive like “i eat i just work out a lot” and yeah it’s true she works out a lot but she...doesn’t really eat

it’s also one of the causes of her irritability ...

.....

END ED TW!!!!

idk why this is so long

always up for mischief! 

does love a good prank. asks weird hypotheticals 

is not scared of an ouija board

will get wasted off a few shots and drunk madi is UNSTOPPABLE 

one time drunk madi cried bc her siamese cat (MOCHI !!!) wouldn’t ever get to go to school and would never know chemistry..... the dramatics.....

she is sensitive and despises it. she does everything she can to not come across as sensitive

however, she’s so obsessive. so deep in feeling. when she feels something she FEELS it. when she is mad it boils through her. when she is in love it is all she knows. when she is sad it covers her like sweaters and blankets on rainy days. she doesn’t know how to half-feel. everything she feels stops her in her tracks.

HOWEVER she’s the most obsessive with her own insecurities — so in relationships she’s kind of known for tapping out early. she just gets scared and the fleetingness of her career and that she’s at her very core, lonely and disappointed in herself, makes her want to run away thinking that letting down her walls and being vulnerable could only be disappointing for her SO. so maybe she ghosted ur chara or gave some lame excuse

Kind of obsessed with how she’s perceived

terrified that at any moment her career could be thrown away, her deemed irrelevant, and she goes back to being Madison Ko, daughter of nail techs in Koreatown. and then her parents would have been right all along, music was a waste of time.

she’s just my little fallen angel who flew to the sun (fame) and it constantly eats away at her girlhood, at her heart.

anyways this is all i got rn <3 come love me sorry i kind of didn’t shut up this is long

WANTED CONNECTIONS

an ex from before she was famous who broke up with her because of how she changed!! PLEASE i have ideas for this. plus,,, you get a lot of songs about ur chara!!! could be from high school, maybe someone in the music scene she frequented before she was signed, anything!!

anothr ex/fwb/undefined relationship i’d love is one when she was first famous who just introduced her to everything. something like a whirlwind that was exciting and magical. she’s written songs about this person.

exes in general. 

hookups/fwb

romantic plots. pls i have songs who need meaning. friends to lovers, one sided (either way), slowburn, ANYTHING. love cruel summer plots, anything lover by tswift

PR relationships -- would LOVE one where she falls in love with the other despite how clearly defined they made their relationship

love triangles in general just get me going

best friend!!!! the one’s who know how the other feels just by looking at each other. they have countless sleepovers. tell each other everything. cry together on bathroom floors. pregame together. 

ex friends. for whatever reason -- maybe madi did smth shitty, maybe they did. maybe there was backstabbing, maybe madi sacrificed friendship for a career, maybe she made moves on their romantic partner/interest despite being fully aware. idk. gimme

People she knew from the underground/indie scene before they were famous!! they’d have bonded over their love for music, little indie dreams kind of vibe. just imagine a group of dreamers !! Would love if they made some kind of pact!!!

party friends

collabs !!

pranks. mischief. gimme

enemies. gotta cook up some drama, yknow

GIRL GANG. god i just want this so bad like make a girls dream come true

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

↬ do as your heart tells you.

date: january to early february 2020. some time around there.

location: ash’s apartment.

word count: 1,839 words, not including lyrics.

summary: n/a.

notes: creative claims verification. mentions of youngjoo because... yeah. if you thought i would proofread this and/or provide anything of quality, you thought wrong.

it’s been ages since he wrote something truly sweet, or it feels that way to ash. in truth, he doesn’t know that he’s in the right headspace to be writing anything sweet, but he’s supposed to come back in the spring and he needs to give bc something or they’ll give him something and that’s the last thing he wants if he’s to be honest. he knows he can call up one of the in-house producers he’s grown closer to in the past year, but he’s afraid to end up with another “romanticism”. he isn’t embarrassed of that song, but it hadn’t been the song he’d have written on his own, so he resolves to do just that for this one. it won’t be the first song he creates unaided by any measure, but it’s the first time doing it with the sole intent of proving himself in this way.

he starts it with a beat. as his sound has grown more and more inspired by rhythm and blues, ash has discovered how helpful starting with a beat can be. for years, at the beginning of his songwriting journey, he’d begun songs from the point he knew best. this meant creating chord structures based on a piano or guitar instrumental, but he’s a professional now and he doesn’t have a beatmaker simply for appearance’s sake. different songs call for different processes and a hit needs a good beat.

bc has never let him write one of his promoted singles entirely on his own before. they haven’t exactly given him the go ahead yet this time either, but he’s determined to do it on his own. every comeback, he sees the same comments about how his songwriting is an image they’re pushing. as an idol, and the claims that he must not have the skills to do it on his own. it’s not most people, but even a minority claiming that he’s getting credit when his collaborators, the serious professional producers, do all the heavy lifting, nag at his dignity as a songwriter. it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate all of the hard work others put in when he works with them, but, after a while, the comments have begun to get to him too. is he good enough or is he being hard-carried by those with degrees in music production and jobs earned by their skill at song making?

being an idol isn’t defined by being a pretty face alone like so many would believe. ash will argue that until the day he dies. songwriting ability certainly isn’t a requirement. in fact, ash thinks some companies would prefer their idols don’t express interest in the creation of songs at all beyond the performance, but stamping the title of idol onto his job description never sucked dry ash’s love of music and his desire to create it. if anything, being thrown song after song he couldn’t stand only pushed him more into a desire for control over what he’s putting out. he can pretend he’s unbothered by online commentators thinking they know more about the work he puts into one of the few passions he has left than he does, but even knowing he shouldn’t really care, his attempt at indifference had cracked almost immediately.

he’s only playing around at first, not set on the sound he wants for the song. it’s a song that’s supposed to represent the season of spring, though, and he does know what he wants spring to be. perhaps it’s cliche and he should try to avert expectations instead of falling deep into the pothole in the road they are, but, to him, spring is love, new and pure and passionate. following the cold push and pull game of winter, it’s the blossoming warmth of an embrace between new lovers and falling in love with love.

the beat he creates is slow and plodding, a classic accent on the type of slow jam r&b the song heads toward as he experiments with the composition. he lays held chords over it and the instrumental feels lazy in all of the right ways, like a slightly chilly morning spent in bed with a lover as the sun begins to spill in through the window.

it’s a fantasy. that experience isn’t one he has much anymore, not in the way he’s thinking of it. the last time he had, it had been with youngjoo, and what they are to each other… it doesn’t fit the song he’s trying to write.

that’s what he tells himself, and then promptly gets stuck trying to capture the feelings he wants to bring to life. he has a base, but there’s little more to it than that and he needs more than a skeleton to convince bc entertainment that he’s good enough on his own to have their promotion budget put behind the song.

it’s like his brain hits a roadblock and for days, no matter how hard he tries to write, nothing good comes to him. he neglects other songs he’s supposed to be working on and switches up keys and rhythms and a few alterations stick — they’re genuinely better than what he’d started with—, but all he winds up is a slightly different skeleton, not a fully-formed track.

then, he invites youngjoo over one night. he’s been locked up in his studio for days, not seeing anyone outside of the schedules he’s contractually obligated to attend, and he blames that fact and the drinks he has.

“it’s been a long week,” he confides to her, but quickly moves on so as not to lay the exhaustion of his creative block onto her. there’s nothing she can do to help. she has a way with music, but he’s too determined to do it all on his own to ask for help on this song.

she leaves and he finds himself drunk off of more than sweet liquor.

like he’s drawn by a force out of his control, ash’s feet pull him to his studio and he writes and rearranges and records. when he’s sober, he’ll cringe at his attempts at singing, but it’s more work on the song than he’s gotten done in a long while.

the fruits of his labor are there in the morning when he’s tending to his headache with his second cup of black coffee. the night prior isn’t a blur, but it’s not entirely clear to him either. he only recalls what he’d written when he finds the vocal files he’d recorded his lyrical ideas on.

they’re not bad.

and they’re not really about youngjoo, he tells himself. it’s about affection, infatuation, love… and if thinking of youngjoo the night before (that hadn’t gotten drowned out in his intoxication — he remembers vividly how the lyrics had come to be) had helped him connect to the emotions he wants to write the best, it doesn’t really mean anything.

he’d tried for days to write something romantic out of his imagination, but it had all fallen flat. he’d revisited his favorite romantic comedies and listened to his favorite love songs, but wasn’t until he’d spent an evening with youngjoo again that it had come easily to him.

it’s lingering memories of when they’d dated. yeah, that must be it because, yeah, he can admit he feels something for her, but it’s not that much — not enough to make him sound like he’s falling in love, something he hasn’t written much at all about since he’d ended his last relationship.

they’re sleeping together. of course ash feels something when they’re together. he’s never committed to the illusion of complete detachment from anyone he sleeps with. sex is inherently intimate, so, yes, he has words to write about the warmth of her gaze and the rose blush on her skin. sue him.

he goes over the lyrics again and it’s harder to convince himself of his own theory of revisiting past emotions because the words don’t convey distant feelings he can’t connect with anymore. if they were supposed to be far off memories, they aren’t. the fact that he can finish the lyrics sober and without a reminiscent mind is evidence of that. she comes to mind when he tries to re-record himself and it’s not a romanticized version of the past, when she’d been his girlfriend. it’s youngjoo, wearing what she’d been wearing the last time he saw her, with her hair styled the same and the air of ash’s apartment around them.

he ponders it. he can’t help it.

why had it been so much easier to break past the barrier drunk? had he thought he wouldn’t have to take responsibility for the words that came out? had he supposed, in the aftermath, he could blame it all on his delusional drunk mind? had that security blanket been what he needed to figure out the end of the song? because the blanket’s been ripped away now and the self-realization is an odd mix of too cold and too hot.

the words he’d built to flow off the end of the bridge are the ones that cling to him the most. no matter how he tries to focus on other parts of the song, his mind keeps floating back to the one question he’d repeated like an echo at the closing of the bridge section.

do you love me like i love you?

does he love her? drunk, he’d apparently thought he did, but that doesn’t make it true.

love is a scary word now in a way he’d never thought it could be to him. love. he’d said it so easily to youngjoo in such a short time when they’d been together, but that is lifetimes ago now. even when they’d broken up, he’d never regretted confessing the depth of his feelings to her. they’d been true and, if nothing else, he was an honest man who’d given his heart proudly.

the ash he is now isn’t the same. he can’t say it so easily, not when they’re like this and not when the pieces of his worn out heart are kept locked away in cages to keep him from the temptation of gluing them back together again and sacrificing the bloody, beating pulp of himself again to anyone when it’d failed every time before.

does she love him? no, of course she doesn’t. he’d hurt her and now they’re friends with benefits. those benefits happen to include a lot more emotional baggage than sex alone, and ash isn’t detached from reality enough to deny that, but emotional dependency doesn’t make love any more than sex itself does.

it pricks him like thorns in his back and he can’t ignore the feeling that crawls up his spine. it’s wrong to go back into the chorus after a question as earth shattering as that, so, in an impulsive outburst of risky creative decision-making, ash cuts the final chorus.

that’s it.

it will end with a bridge going nowhere. how fitting of the messy, bitter brew of feelings that had turned into a love song.

[malloryslourd]

Lovesick Idiot | 1/2

Request: hi! could you write like a love triangle situation with zoe, misty, and madison all like the reader but she had to end up choosing only one of them. anyone of your choice - Anonymous

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Pairing: Zoe Benson x Reader, Misty Day x Reader, Madison Montgomery x Reader

Warnings: Some Strong Language

Words: 1,588

A/N: made it a two parter bc i’m lazy hehehe, but school is like super stressful and i have so many unfinished drafts including day 197 part 3 and i need to write it

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To say tensions had been high in the academy was an understatement. Y/N had noticed that someone was always in a bad mood- not that that wasn’t totally uncommon it was just who was in a bad mood. She could walk in a room and there would be at least two witches mad at each other, most commonly being Zoe, Madison, or Misty.

She had went to some of the other girls for help, but they insisted they couldn’t tell her anything. So, she was kinda left in the dark compared to everyone else. If two, or all of them, were in a room as she entered they would immediately get quiet and just look at one another before all staring at Y/N. Nothing really seemed to add up but there wasn’t much Y/N could do about it.

Y/N also noticed that Zoe, Madison, and Misty were all being really nice to her. Almost so nice it seemed aggressive. She had also gotten a few gifts from the witches which made her just as confused as everything else. Especially when she received something from Madison. Of course she had asked the girls if maybe they just so happened to like her, but that idea was dumped when Coco cut her off and said it was a dumb idea. So really, she had about 0 idea what was happening and she really didn’t think she was going to get to the bottom of it.

Y/N had just finished with one of her classes when she came down stairs and entered the living room. As soon as everyone saw her, the faint arguing stopped and all that could be heard was the Fleetwood Mac record Misty had put on. "Hi... I guess," Y/N mumbled as she moved to sit next to Queenie on the couch.

"You look good today Y/N/N," Zoe smiled at the witch, sitting in the armchair next to the fireplace. She turned all her attention to Y/N, not paying attention to Misty or Madison anymore.

Y/N smiled at Zoe, shaking her head at the compliment. "She always looks good," Misty added. She leaned against the piano, gazing over at Zoe angrily. They stared at each other for a second before looking back at Y/N.

Y/N looked at Queenie, who only shrugged her shoulders as she avoided eye contact with the girl. The doorbell rang and Y/N immediately stood up, trying to avoid the awkwardness in the living room. "I’ll get that," she hurried to the front door, not looking back as she practically ran away from everyone else.

When she opened the door she was met with a flower delivery man, who obviously wasn’t to happy to be delivering flowers. "Y/N L/N?" he looked down at the clipboard in his hand. Y/N only nodded before he grabbed a flower arrangement off the ground and handed it to her, not saying anything else before he turned away.

Y/N kicked the door closed before walking to the kitchen, the girls following her. She placed the arrangement on the table, huffing at how heavy it was. It was definitely big... maybe too big to be honest. However, it was pretty.

Coco walked into the kitchen, talking to Mallory quietly. She stopped in her tracks as the flowers caught her eye. "That’s... a thing," Coco breathed, never looking away from the arrangement. "That’s for you?" she pointed at Y/N, getting a very slow nod. "From who?" she walked over to the table, Mallory following behind her.

Y/N shrugged as she looked for a card. "They’re cute, my favorites too. It’s a lot!" she laughed lightly as she picked up the card tucked inside of the flowers. "A flower can’t blossom without sunshine, and I can’t live without your love... a secret admirer," Y/N nodded as she put the card down. "That makes this so much easier, right?" she looked around the room, not noticing the smug look on Madison’s face.

"How did they know those were your favorite flowers though?" Mallory stood next to Y/N, grabbing a flower from the bouquet gently. "They’re your favorite colors too," she pointed out, smelling the flower before placing it back where it was before.

"Maybe they just really listen to what you have to say?" Madison suggested, leaning against the table. Misty and Zoe looked at the blonde quickly, arms crossed around their chest angrily. "They must really be the one if they pay that much attention."

Y/N sighed, pursing her lips at the thought. "Or they’re a total creep that knows way too much," Y/N joked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Misty laughed, covering her mouth to try and be quiet as Madison looked at her angrily. "Who knows?" Y/N took a seat at the table.

"What’s this?" everyone looked at Cordelia as she stood in the entrance of the doorway.

"Y/N has a secret admirer," Queenie put air quotes around secret as she gestured to Madison. Cordelia looked at the three girls and then to Y/N, an ‘Oh’ sound very softly leaving her lips as moved closer to the table.

"Secret admirers are so boring!" Coco interjected, waving off the present. She thought the flower gift thing was a total cliche and she honestly didn’t care much for it. "Like, what’s the point if you’re not going to confess! If you’re going to buy something expensive just say it was you!"

Misty nodded, a comedic smile on her face. "I agree Coco," she looked over at the blonde.

"Me too," Zoe looked at Madison mockingly.

"I mean it’s nice! Don’t get me wrong," Y/N took in the flowers in front of her, almost overwhelmed by them. "I would’ve just liked to known who it was from," she shrugged her shoulders lightly. Of course she had her suspension, but in her mind she was totally wrong based off of what the others told her.

"I’ve seen nicer," Misty mumbled as she flicked one of the petals off of the flower. She rested her chin in her hand as she watched Madison get even more aggravated. "Could’ve been better," she smirked.

Madison turned to Misty. "Okay Swamp Rat-"

"-Madison, Misty, Zoe," Cordelia looked at the three witches, them all looking at her quickly. She motioned to the hall, them all following her as she walked out of the kitchen.

Y/N waited until they were gone before grabbing Mallory. "Spill, right now Mallory. I swear to God you better tell me everything," she looked at the short girl. Mallory looked at Queenie and Coco, who were shaking their heads furiously. "Mallory," Y/N said sternly. She knew Mallory knew if the girls really did have a crush on her and she was tired of just assuming they did.

"They all like you," Mallory whispered. Queenie and Coco groaned loudly, heads thrown back in disappointment. "But I didn’t tell you that! I’m not supposed to say anything!" she looked at Y/N worryingly, thinking about all the things the girls would do to her if they knew she snitched.

"Goddammit! Why didn’t you guys tell me?" Y/N turned to look at the other two witches in her room. She has talked to them about this maybe 100 times and they both heavily denied it. Of course they were lying. It was eating away at her for weeks, practically months, and they were just letting her suffer. She was tired of watching her friends argue and hate each other more and more with every passing day.

"Don’t say anything about it! We have bets on this!" Coco pointed at the witch. Y/N only groaned and stomped her foot like a child. She didn’t say anything before she left the kitchen, leaving her friends there by themselves.

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Y/N had been thinking about Zoe, Madison, and Misty all day. How couldn’t she? Now that she knew she wasn’t just delusional and they had actually liked her she felt like an idiot. A lovesick idiot. Of course she had loved all the girls, but it might not have been romantically.

She laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. That’s all she had been doing, just thinking and staring. She thought back at everything. Zoe she knew the longest and before they were teachers Zoe had helped Y/N with most of her powers. Madison was a very close friend of hers, probably one of her closest surprisingly, and she helped Y/N explore the more adventurous side of herself which she was always thankful for. Misty was the sweetest person Y/N knew and she never failed to make her smile no matter just how shitty Y/N felt.

"I’ll just drop dead, that sounds easier," Y/N whispered, contemplating just running away. It seemed a lot easier on TV when someone had multiple people in love with them. Of course they end up with what everyone suspected, but if there were bets there probably wasn’t a leading person. If there was everyone would probably trying to set the two of them up.

At one point Coco had texted her ‘You could always start a polycule, don’t forget that.' That had made her laugh, relieving some of her stress, but it was definitely not an option for her.

She was stressed, quite obviously but she had an idea of who she really wanted. Maybe she would break a few hearts, but they could all still be friends. They had physically attacked each other a few times and were still friends, this couldn’t be that different. Right? Hopefully. Time would tell that was for certain.

[maureenbrown]

spy au w/ saphael

war with love

so simon is a spy and everything

he gets sent to be roomies with raphael and befriend him

and then to go to a wedding where valentine will be there and take him out

and at first everything is cute! and domestic and fluffy!

like they meet in chapter one and backgrounds are established

and in chapter two they get a little bit more domestic where simon is a night owl and raphael has these late shifts and falls asleep on simon

and then theres a city tour!! and near the end there is this open mic singing thing and so obviously they go bc simon and raphael sings and simon is just w o w

meeting!! raphaels!! friends!! and learning more about the past. and this wanting to learn spanish for raphael and also a fancyish meal

raphael learns that simon is learning spanish and teases him lke a lil loser but is also really happy. then they find vida mia snow and sim gets sad bc he doesnt wanna leave raphael ever

then theres more opening up (via viddia atta girl) and their first kiss and stuff. or maybe that hapens in the last chapter idk. simon also gets a job at a flowers place NERD

he gets flowers for like. everything

they go out shopping and also they go out clubbing and simon gets drunk and he makes out with someone who isnt raphael and has sex by mistake

bc now they’re exclusive and raphael is sosososo upset and that trust is betrayed

and they fight and simon feels like shit and he almost leaves bc valentine isnt worth this pain

but he stays. raphael is worth it. vidia is worth it.

its super awkward tension bt it slowly defuses down and raphael finally is willing to talk

and he forgives simon bc he will always forgive simon

and they fall into a familier patter and simon finally meets raph’s family

and then its the pre wedding days where again flower everywhere and theres a job loss confession on raphael’s behalf poor bby

they get matching outfits and simon is reminded of his mission and so he does it well and thats good

and wedding day huge slurs are also thrown around a possible fight but its all okay.

and then simon finds out raphael is an assassin and his next mark is simon so he runs with vidia.

end of war with love.

relationships with other characters

magnus bane

magnus knows both parties and will not take sides

he consoles raphael and his heart goes out to simon

when raphael decides to leave the orginzation magnus supports him and gives him lita

raphael spends years looking for simon but he never asks magnus bc he would never pressure his friend like that

he also knows about lita and loves her and is like a father to her

lightwood siblings

alec finds out thru magnus and after a while he listens

and he realizes that yeah raphael is a lil shit but hes alsoa good person

not all monsters do terrible things and so he develops a relationship and in actuality he also uses raphael to make sure simon and his family stay safe

eventually izzy finds out bc alec can never keep anything fro her

and izzy and raphael!! have a great friendship!!

they speak spansh to each other and are so comfortable with each other and are so good in fighting and sparring

and its so awkward when simon finds out that they knew this whole time but never said anything

but neither of them would betray the other bc friendship

clace

they never knew about raph

and are super pissed with simon

but they work with him and as time goes on they get a little bit easier with him

mydia

so this is in another universe and like mia and raphael have a pretty damn good relationship

and he tells her and she comforts him when hes at his lowest

she and lydia have a thing and its so secretive no one knows [but raph, and magnus. and simon shh]

and lydia is besties with simon in this universe and kinda found out on accident??

shes a spy ffs she overheard some shit and investigated

it led to a h u g e mydia fight

regardless they made up and they also kinda know the story individually and arent taking sides

they just love both people want want the bet i love them

mia and vidia get along great once the initial shock is over tbqh its awesome

and like mia and lita already besties so its a+

vidia mia rose [backstory]

so saphael fund this poor baby girl all abandoned and obviously took her in

simon wanted to name her after a disney fairy FUCKING NERD but raphael wanted to name her after his sister and so they came to a compromise where her first name would be vidia and her middle name mia after IZZY!! SISTER! OC!!! and her last name snow bc they found her on a bench and she was so delicately wrapped she looked so soft

they took her in and raphael is really good with kids with and simon is so!!

her mother couldnt take care of her she left a note and its so movie-like its almost sounds fake.

since they dont know her birthday they decided it would be on the day they found her.

gay. as. hell.

BIRTHDAY:

FANCAST: zendaya

vidia mia rose [personality]

nicknames include: dia, viddie (it was a dumb nickname by jace bye) and mini mia or mm! by raphael and lita calls her snow (no one else)

shes likes a gryffindor - ravenclaw

like a hanna marin x aria montgomery

shes extremely stubborn in her eays and refuses to back down even if she knows that shes in the wrong

and like really reckless and does dangerous things just for the fun of it

she also would die for her friends and family (she hates that raphael is a part of that)

and like really quick witted which is why she and lita clash so much at first

and shes so lazy but knows randm facts about random things

shes so into history and loves analyzing things bye

shes also really gifted musically wise like she can sing and since simon always sang and played guitar she did too

but there s some raphael in her like she ended up playing piano instead. and like i said really protective and quickwitted

she wants to be remembered for something and wants to do great things but also?? nothing is special about her (or so she thinks)

tales of a fairy;; vidia mia snow

lita aubree snow [backstory]

she was in the system and it sucked

so she ran away and tried to pickpocket magnus bane and obviously failed

but he saw the potential in her and didnt wanna turn her into a spy so he gave her to raphael and she became like his right hand man

shes met all of his family and has trained with him and honestly?? there is no one she trusts more

she doesnt see him as a father figure tho. like a teacher yeah mentor would be the better word

and she thinks that she owes him everything

raphael sees her skill set bc obviously she can thieve p well and he hones in the pick pocketing better. and shes also a grifter

she loves raphael, she loves the family that she found on her own

even tho shes hella insecure about who she is and why her parents dont love her

BIRTHDAY:

FANCAST: janella salvador

lita aubree snow [personality]

nicknames include: lina, las, or any of her other identities, bree (usually raphael only), and when she and vidia are going at it, mine or reeree [aubREE] bc nERDS

shes like raphael and magnus a huffie slytherin

like sophie deveroux but more sarcastic x alison dilaurentis?

shes really patient and can wait to get what she wants. and can enetrain herself for hours/days

shes really charismatic people are just drawn in, and they /want/ to meet her

and thats where her manipulative side comes out like gets people to trust her and then uses it to her advantage

she teases and knows how to use people. shes so cunning and also doesnt know who she is

shes a grifter and has so many facades but who is she really? is she a good person? lita is so insecure about herself and its the worst she gets really bad

shes hardworking and puts her heart and soul into things and also will defend the people she loves

and thats where she and vidia clash so much

shes also really flirtatious (thanks to magnus) and flirts with everyone bc secrets and she likes to hook up

it takes a lot to get her trust and if you break up you done son.

she wants to be someone people whisper about years from now but. is she a good enough person?

pansexual and hooks up with anyone cute

flowers blooming in winter;; lita aubree snow

fairys and flowers destroy each other

battlescars  young god  anything you can do i can do better  give your heart a break  

[seesgood]

👣

&. send me 👣 and i’ll talk about our muses’ child and how they are as parents.

i’m going with human au? bc babies are cuter in human aus

pregnancy

do the parents have one child or are there twins, triplets, etc.? --- two, anything more than that means veering to zone defense and we’re talking about a combination of forbes and salvatore dna, trust me, they’re gonna need a man-to-man defense

what do the parents name the baby(ies)? --- alexandra elizabeth salvatore & noah damon salvatore 

did the parents discuss other names, too? --- caroline tries so hard to get stefan to let her name the boy rhett. 

how do they decide on the name(s)? ---  it was kind of mutually agreed upon that part of the name should honor the people that meant the most of them ( lexi & liz / damon )

did the parents find out the sex during pregnancy or is it a surprise? --- during pregnancy. 

were there any complications in the pregnancy? --- they had some trouble conceiving at first, and it was rough for awhile, but both pregnancies went super smoothly

which parent carried the baby? --- o.o

how easy was it for them to conceive? --- difficult, but they love to try 

was the child carried to term? --- lexi was two days early, noah was a week late

did the parents deliver in a hospital, at home, or somewhere else? --- hospital.

did the delivery go according to plan? --- stefan probably had to threaten everyone to make sure it did, on account of ‘caroline would have murdered him if something went wrong’

did the parents have any daily rituals (reading to their belly, etc.)? --- the whole nine yards. reading to the belly, playing bon jovi ( much to caroline’s dismay ) 

do the parents have a baby shower? --- yes. 

what about a babymoon? --- uh no.

how supportive was the other parent during the pregnancy? --- the most supportive. 

which parent worried the most and which one was chill? --- caroline had more steady freak outs along the way, but stefan had the major ‘what if i’m like my dad’ freak out when it came closer to delivery time

which parent left pregnancy books all over the house and which didn’t touch them? --- they both were all over the books 

infancy/toddler

is the child a good sleeper? --- lexi was rough, but noah was easy

how often does the child cry? --- lexi considers herself too tough to cry, and noah wants to be just like his dad so when he wants to cry he just think of what would stefan do ( #wwsd ) 

which parent finds it easier to get them to stop? --- stefan

how does the child behave at bath time? --- lexi hates it, noah can be persuaded if bath toys are involved 

what is the child’s first word? --- lexi’s is ‘oop’ and noah’s is ‘dada’

which parent has a harder time adapting to their new role? --- they both settle in super nicely 

just how terrible are the terrible twos? --- for lexi? they’re ready to call it quits, change their names and start all over, noah is a bit easier, but not by much

does the child go to day care? if they do, how old are they when they start? --- no, one of them likes to stay home as much as they can to take care of them 

if the child doesn’t go to day care, who says home to look after them? --- either, when work permits 

which parent babyproofs the house? --- it’s a mutual effort

which parents designs the baby room? --- caroline, stefan does the construction 

which parent is more likely to give in to tantrums? --- caroline 

is the child spoiled with toys? --- mostly, yeah

which parent does the potty training? --- mutual effort 

which parent do they take after more? --- lexi is a real ball buster and caroline thinks she’s karma for all the shit she put her mom through, noah takes after stefan more ( caroline swears he starts brooding at age 3 ) 

what habits do they pick up from their parents? --- the brood, and “seriously?” 

how often is the parents’ date night now? --- once a month they make a point to try to go out, or get a hotel room

who babysits when the parents go out? --- bonnie or elena, but if they’re desperate? damon. 

child

how did the parents decide what school to send the child to? or was the child home-schooled? --- they probably still live in a small town, so there’s probably only one school

who packs the lunches? --- caroline 

are the lunches eaten by the child, or thrown away? --- they better be eaten 

which parent helps with homework? --- stefan, because he’s the more calm of the two 

what does the report card look like? --- lexi’s is slightly scattered, with higher grades in math and science, and noah’s is higher in almost all aspects

is the child/ren popular, or only have a few friends? --- lexi is popular, noah is quiet but he has a few good friends 

does the child play a sport? --- lexi starts playing softball and volleyball, noah plays t-ball

does the child play an instrument? --- lexi is learning piano

do both parents turn up to the matches/recitals? --- every single one 

which parent buys their clothes? or does the child pick out their own clothes? --- caroline tries to pick them out but lexi fights her at every moment, noah is easier going, and will generally wear anything that someone tells him to 

what’s the child’s style? --- lex’s is darker, more edgy, rebellious and noah is denim and flannels and t-shirts ( i stg he’s a stefan-clone ) 

is the child more interested in playing inside or outside? --- outside 

how often does the child get in trouble? what do they get in trouble for? --- lexi gets in trouble for talking back, noah gets in trouble for not paying attention

does the child have any siblings/cousins? how well do they get along? --- cousins, mostly via damon

what pet does the child beg for? do they get it? --- a dog. and yes, for christmas, because stefan is a sucker and when they all turn on him he can’t say no

is the child shy and reserved, or outgoing and gregarious? --- lexi is outgoing, noah is more reserved 

does the child still take after the same parent they did as a toddler? --- lexi takes after teenage caroline more, and noah still takes after stefan

teen

what does the child want to be/do when they finish school? --- lexi wants to be a musician, noah wants to be a doctor 

which parent does the child get along with better? --- lexi and caroline butt heads, so she gets along better with stefan, noah is pretty equal between the two 

is the child out all night partying and drinking with their friends, or staying in studiously doing homework? or both? --- lexi is the former, noah is the latter 

how does the child go on their SATs? do they make it to the SATs? --- they both pass with super high scores 

does the child go to prom with their friends, or a partner? --- lexi goes with friends, noah takes the girl from his english class that he knew didn’t have a date 

how do the parents feel about their first boyfriend/girlfriend? --- lexi’s boyfriends are always bad news, so neither of them are a fan, but noah always finds really sweet girls / guys 

what are the child’s friends like? do they get along with the parents? --- lexi hangs out with the reject, stoner, rebel crowd, noah hangs out mostly with the baseball and football team and the other jocks 

what kind of music is the child into? --- lexi gets super into rock and noah leans more alternative 

how do the parents and child/ren go learning to drive? is it a disaster, or does it go fairly smoothly? --- caroline tries to teach them, but frustrations run too high so stefan takes over and teaches them to dive both stick and automatic 

does the child have a casual/part time job? what is it? --- lexi waitresses, noah is too busy with sports 

does the child hang out with their family, or are they too ‘cool’ now? --- lexi is too cool, sometimes noah still hangs out with them 

what’s the child’s personality like? --- lexi is rebellious, headstrong, stubborn and all things hardheaded ( but takes no shit and lets no one walk over her which, tbh they kinda love ) and noah is kind, tough but tender, stands up for what he thinks is right and cares about those closest to him

adult

does the child make it to adulthood? --- yes. 

does the child end up in the job/lifestyle they dreamed about? why? --- lexi ends up trying to be a musician but comes back home after a few weeks and she ends up studying social science instead, noah gets a scholarship to a good college and ends up studying business 

are their any hiccups in the road? --- lexi gets involved in the wrong crowd for a little bit but she ends up coming back a total wreck and ends up spending like three days straight crying with caroline stroking her hair and then the two of them become a lot closer 

does the child move far away from their family, or stay close? --- they both go their own ways 

what would the parents prefer? --- for them to be happy.

does the child have any significant others? any children of their own? --- lexi ends up meeting this guy she knew in high school ( one of the boring guys ) and they start casually dating, end up getting married a year and a half later. noah has dated both guys and girls off and on but nothing too serious yet, lexi is newly pregnant 

how do the parents feel about being or not being grandparents? --- they’re freaking out about being “old” but they’re also hella excited