#down by the beach waves lap at our feet

[teathattast]

i got your hand, you got my shoulder

you take the lead, i'll follow you around

you'll always have someone to hold you

we'll figure this out

[leaky-bunny]

on vacation right now and i can't stop thinking about how incredibly sexy beach omo with a controlling dom would be. so i wrote a little fic about it. :)

picture it: me sitting in the sand by my dom's side as they're reclined on a nice chair, soaking up sun. it's hot, so i'm guzzling water to stay hydrated and watching the waves ripple and crash against the shore. eventually, i feel my bladder pang, and i stand up to go find a bathroom, only for them to grab my hand and hold me back.

"if you're trying to do what i think you're trying to do, don't. you sit back down, sweetheart."

i agree, shifting in the sand, this time with my legs pressed a little closer together.

time passes and the need gets much much worse. the ocean does nothing to help me, its sounds only driving me closer to the edge. i tug on my dom's arm, voice now a lot more urgent as i tell them i'm going to go in the water, hoping i can secretly let go once my bottom half is fully submerged and hidden. their eyebrow raises, obviously not impressed by my weak attempt at beating the system, but nevertheless they agree and stand up as well. the change in position sends me whimpering, but i try to cover it best i can with a cough (not very successfully though because they clearly hear and smirk). we stroll towards the water, my bladder contracting as i fight the urge to hold myself. despite the beach being calm, it's certainly not empty, and our fellow vacationers probably wouldn't appreciate such a show. the second my feet touch the waves, however, i gasp as a leak forces it's was out of me, soaking into my bikini as my dom pauses by my side.

"what's wrong sweetie, i though you wanted to go in?"

i flinch as another wave laps at my feet, legs firmly pressed together. "nghh, g-gonna pee...."

their eyes turn hard as they scowl, grabbing my hand and dragging my back to our spot in the sand. "no the fuck you're not, i gave you one rule. you are keeping all that piss inside you until you burst, understood?"

i wanna beg, wanna do something to relieve the arousal now coursing through my veins, but i just nod weakly and focus on not letting any more out.

it only takes another 10 minutes for me to leak again, enough to make a tiny wet patch in the sand beneath me. this time, i do moan, eyes glazed with the desire to let go, but my dom looks over and knows immediately what happened. they smile and reach over, pretending to adjust the bottom of my bikini, but instead pressing on the bulge of my bladder, hard and achingly full. another leak sprays out, even bigger than the next one, and with that my last shred of composure breaks.

"please- fuuuck, let me pee master, i have to go so bad and i've been so good, trying my best to hold it in just like you asked me to-"

they shush me, looking around, but finding no one has overhead or seems to care. "alright baby, calm down, i know you've done well for me. dig a little hole in the sand, ok? that'll be your potty."

i nod rapidly, too excited about the concept of finally peeing to be embarrassed by their word choice. my hands work quickly, scooping at the sand next to me until there's a hole large enough to sit over, positioned so my cunt is right above it. i stare up at my dom, eyes pleading, and they smile wickedly. "open your legs baby, show master how wet you are." i do, the dampness on my crotch extremely evident, and they shake their head in disappointment. "i would punish you for leaking, but here is not the place for that. i'm feeling very gracious, so you have permission to pee now. let it out bunny, i wanna see every drop."

the sentence is barely out of their mouth before i let go, the gushing sound filling the air as i piss a torrent. at first, the sand soaks it up almost instantly, but after a while, when the entire hole is soaked, a puddle begins to froth beneath me just like the ocean. i pant and shiver, eyes rolled back into my skull, not even noticing that my dom is staring at me as if they're going to eat me whole.

"good bunny, making a mess in public for me. bet that feels good, hm? i can't wait to show you how fucking horny you make me when we get back to the hotel. master's gonna make you cum so many times your brain will turn as fuzzy as that ocean foam."

[planetsage]

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🪷 ANYTHING 𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── kento nanami 𝜗𝜚 .

<- SAVE ?

contains. sfw, angst ish but only bc ……. but overall fluff. creator note. this was a request from @ateohsixxxx. i listened to ‘vibe with me’ on repeat writing this and a few other songs. hopefully you like <33 sorry if i totally butchered what you had in mind this started off as smut then pure angst then .. this so! also tagging @lacyohlacyyy bc youre the biggest nanami luver ik!

ADD A COMMENT

the foamy ocean waves gently lapped against the darkened shore, white crests illuminated by the final breaths of daylight. each wave woven by mother nature’s gentle hands carries with it a soft sizzle as it caresses the shore, leaving behind a glistening film that tenderly kisses each shell, each grain of sand with its elements. the soft hum of their rhythm blends beautifully, creating a lullaby—nature’s lullaby— that strokes at your sandy ear.

the other rests against nanami’s chest where his heart chimes in to sing a chorus against his ribs. your body curled into his. intertwined.

cool air that carries a salty tang fights the faint smell of your sunscreen for dominance over your senses, sweeping over you, blooming goosebumps, but nanami’s warm embrace soothes and chases them away. his arm draped over your frame, fingers delicately tracing patterns and shapes over the little hairs that stand on your back.

peaking over the flat line of the horizon, the sun sets and dips, leaving an afterglow that basks the sky in an array of ambers and roses and amethysts.

you had always known of nanami’s dream to travel to malaysia.

late at night, in the quiet intimacy, when your slowed breaths tricked him into thinking he’d lost you to sleep’s tender grasp, he’d kiss your head and whisper against your scalp how he wished you two could disappear to the little country. he’d build a quaint beach house that overlooks the sea, where you two could grow old and sit in creaky little rocking chairs— you clacking needles together, knitting some colorful scarf as your grandchildren’s light feet padded through the living room.

family.

for your 1 year anniversary, you brought part of his dream to fruition. a one-week getaway, a promise to the future. a gesture filled with love and hope. an attempt to capture the essence of his dream, if only for a short while.

the setting sun brushed its last few strokes of gold against the sky before letting the stars take over and peek through. nothing else existed outside of this moment. outside of him.

as if reading your thoughts, he shifted. pulling you closer … closer. his breath warm against your hair, “thank you”

until then, the silence had been filled by breaths that slowly fell in sync. by families that squealed, packing up, loading their cars with sandy feet and arms, and sleepy, sun-kissed children. noisy seagulls chased by eager dogs dragging grinning owners down the shore.

you smiled up at him, your eyes reflecting the twinkling stars that decorated the velvet sky. “you don’t have to thank me, ken.” your reply is soft. he makes you soft. “this is as much for me as it is for you. i wanted us to just … have a place where we could forget everything else, y’know? even if it’s just for a little while.”

“i know,” his voice barely rang above a whisper. as if speaking any louder would break the fragility of the tender moment.

“but it means more than you can imagine, my love. being here with you... it’s something i’ve always wanted, but never— never thought i’d have.”

there’s a faint crack in his voice. a fissure in the cadence you’ve only known to soothe, and love and reassure.

and an ache tugs your heart, a deep, deep throb mirroring his own. you gently reach up, cupping his warm cheek in your hand so softly, holding his actual beating heart, “we can have it. one day, we can make this our reality. we can have the little house by the sea, the— the family. everything.”

nanami’s gaze traces onto the shore, the brown in his eyes reflecting the way the waves dance and gather in solace.

the scene before him blurs.

“do you really believe that?”

“i do”

the night continued to wrap you both in a warm embrace and his face grew soft hearing your words, how reassured you sounded. how confident in him. in your dream for the both of you. deeply set wrinkles smooth and he nods, “mm. i want to believe in a future where we can have everything we’ve dreamed of, too”

“then let’s make it happen.”

with a faint smile, nanami leaned down, letting his lips purse and press against yours softly. tenderly.

“i love you,” he said simply, his voice carrying the weight of all the emotions he can’t quiet put into words; there just aren’t any in the dictionary that could ever, ever, ever convey in purest form how much you mean to him, “more than anything in this world.”

“i love you too,”

the stars continued to shine their ancient light upon you and the ocean continued to whisper its eternal lullaby; you lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“always.”

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[connorsui]

Rafayel x wife! Reader || Imagine

"Sunset Love and Baby Kisses"

"I carried you for nine whole months... nine whole months," you teased, holding your baby gently across your chest. Your tone was playfully dramatic as you admired them, their small, round face looking up at you with wide, curious eyes. “And you dare come out looking exactly like your daddy?”

Your baby girl responded with a laugh, her little hands reaching up in a wobbly attempt to grab your face. You couldn’t help but laugh too, your heart filling with a warmth so deep it nearly overwhelmed you.

“Not even a single ounce of me anywhere... no, you just had to come out with blue eyes and all,” you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment as she continued her giggly attempts to capture a strand of your hair. You let out a soft sigh, watching her with an expression somewhere between amusement and awe.

“Gods, you’re even bratty? Did you get anything from me at all? At least show me you got something out of me, will you?”

Your baby answered with an enthusiastic smile, her little hands gripping onto your shirt before leaning forward. Suddenly, she pressed her mouth against your cheek, showering you with slobbery "kisses." You burst into laughter, unable to contain the joy bubbling inside you.

“Okay, okay, maybe you got my love instead,” you said between giggles, wiping the drool from your cheek.

As the laughter faded, you took a moment to breathe in the world around you. The beach stretched out in all directions, the sand soft and warm beneath your feet. The sunset had turned the sky into a brilliant display of color—golden hues melting into pinks, purples, and deep oranges. The waves rolled in lazily, their gentle rhythm lapping against the shore, a soft hum against the peaceful evening. A light breeze carried the scent of saltwater, filling the air with freshness as it brushed against your skin.

You held your baby a little closer, feeling her heartbeat thrum softly against your chest. The sun, low on the horizon, cast a soft glow over everything, painting the scene with an almost dreamlike quality. It was a perfect evening, one of those rare moments where everything felt right—just you, your babygirl, and the endless beauty of the world around you.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tranquil sound of the waves.

“Well, speak of the man himself.”

You turned and saw Rafayel walking towards you, the sunset casting a golden light over his features. His messy hair caught the breeze, and his grin—the same grin you’d seen a million times—was filled with that playful, cocky confidence you loved and sometimes pretended to be annoyed by. His eyes, however, softened the moment they landed on you and the baby, a tenderness lingering there that he reserved just for you.

Rafayel knelt down beside you, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His thumb lingered on your cheek as he looked down at the baby with a smirk.

"What’s this I’m hearing about you being jealous of me?” he teased, his voice low and warm.

You raised an eyebrow, flashing him a mock glare as you adjusted your hold on the baby. “Please. I was just explaining how our child came out looking exactly like you. Nine months of carrying them, and what do I get? Nothing but your child like brattiness and your blue eyes in return."

Rafayel chuckled, a sound that blended into the soft crash of the waves. He leaned down to kiss the top of your baby’s head before glancing up at you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And? Is that really so bad?” he said, his tone playful but filled with affection.

You rolled your eyes but smiled as the baby reached for his hand, their tiny fingers gripping his with the same tenacity they had moments ago when grabbing your hair. Rafayel’s gaze softened even further as he admired them, the pride and love in his eyes unmistakable.

“I guess you’re right about that,” you said, your smile widening as you watched the two of them together. “But just know, if she grows up with your attitude, you can deal with it.”

Rafayel laughed, the sound rich and lighthearted as he leaned closer, his arm sliding around your shoulders. The three of you sat together as the sun continued its descent, bathing everything in the soft, fading light of the evening.

And in that perfect moment, with the breeze, the sunset, and the gentle rhythm of the waves, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Your little family, wrapped in warmth and love, was all you needed.

[mapiforpresident]

Beach Babe

Our Little Family Blurb (Masterlist)

Alexia x reader x Mapi

warnings: none

summary: You and your wives take your son to the beach for the first time.

not proof read!

~~~

It was a sunny warm day in Barcelona and you, Mapi and Alexia decided that it was the perfect day for a family outing. Hugo was three months old and you thought it was the perfect time to take him on his first beach day. 

“Morning love,” you said to Mapi, your English accent being stronger in the mornings. You kissed her on the lips before she went and made herself a coffee. You were currently making breakfast. You and Alexia woke up over an hour ago, but let Mapi sleep in since she had been on baby duty throughout the night.

“Ale is just in there with Hugo putting on his outfit for the day. She decided on the crab swimsuit.” Mapi then walked over to see the swimsuit you were referring to. Alexia was sitting on the floor in the living room with Hugo on a blanket slipping his little legs into the holes. She leaned down to give Ale a kiss, careful not to spill her coffee.

“Look at you little dude, I love your new outfit. I can’t wait to teach you how to build a sandcastle.” Mapi said as she admired her smiley and squirmy son.

“He can't even sit up yet, let alone build a sandcastle,” Alexia said as she finished putting his swimsuit on. 

“He can sit in my lap and I will help him. It is never too early to learn,” Mapi replied as she walked back over to help you finish the breakfast.

~~~

As you arrived at the beach, the scent of saltwater and the sound of waves crashing on the shore filled the air. Hugo was nestled carefully in a baby carrier strapped to Mapi’s chest. He moved his little head around as best he could trying to take in all the brand new sights and sounds. Alexia pulled a wagon with all the other beach and baby essentials and you carried the large umbrella. You, Alexia, and Mapi had come to this small secluded beaches on many dates or with the team, so it was very special to take your son here for the first time. You were excited to create many new memories with your son here.

Once Mapi declared she had found the perfect spot you and Alexia set up the umbrella and the beach towels, placing a smaller towel for Hugo down at the end of yours in the shade. Mapi carefully laid him down, ensuring he was cool and comfortable. She also made sure to place his little beach hat on his head. 

“Don’t forget the sunscreen for Hugo, amor,” Alexia said as she passed it to you. “I read about how easy babies burn.” 

“Can I go play in the water now,” Mapi said looking at you as Alexia let out a snort.

“Go ahead, but stay where I can see you,” you replied laughing at your other ‘child.’

Alexia then laid down on her towel in the sun with a book as you sat Hugo up and let him look around and take in his surroundings for a minute.

~~~

“The water is the perfect temperature, let's dip Hugo’s toes in,” Mapi said as she came running back ashore.

“Get away idiota you are dripping water on my book,” Alexia said glaring at Mapi. 

“Both of you be nice,”

“Sorry,” they both said sincerely to each other

“Lets go pequeño,” Alexia said as she lifted Hugo up and started towards the water. You and Mapi followed behind hand in hand very excited for this moment.

Alexia slowly lowered Hugo’s little feet into the watered. His little face lit up into a bright smile and for the first time he giggled.

“Did he… did he just giggle?” Mapi asked.

“I think he did. That was the cutest sound I ever heard,” you replied.

Alexia had a bright smile on her face seeing her son's joy and lowered his feet a little further into the water. He kicked his little feet and giggled again.

~~~

As the day continued to unfold, the three of you introduced Hugo to more wonders of the beach. You sat him in the wet sand so the waves would reach his toes and he reached out to touch the sand and try to grasp it. 

“Look he grabbed his first seashell,” you said as he tried to pick up a small pink seashell from the sand.

The three of you took turns holding him and talking to him about all the different things at the beach. He even giggled again from Alexia’s lap when Mapi fell over when playing beach volleyball with you.

“Did mama fall over? It was pretty funny wasn’t it. Your mum is a lot better at volleyball isn’t she Hugo,” Alexia cooed.

“You come try to beat me then mamí, I bet you will fall over next. The sand is very uneven here,” Mapi shouted in Alexia’s direction as you got ready to serve the ball again.

“Your mama is very sassy, isn’t she Hugo,” Alexia says to Hugo who is now very interested in observing a nearby seagull.

~~~

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, you all decided to take a leisurely stroll along the shore, this time Alexia wearing the baby carrier. The sea breeze ruffled Hugo’s little hair. He was completely captivated by the vast ocean and all the wildlife he could see and hear.

As you strolled along the beach, you stopped at an ice cream shop to enjoy a cool treat. Hugo was far too young to eat any, but he watched his mothers in fascination, his tiny hand reaching towards Alexia’s cone.

It was the perfect end to an amazing day and you couldn’t wait to keep coming back here with your family.

[spamgyu]

BACKBURNER // PART 3

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 2 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

She wasn't in deep slumber, but she wasn't awake either.

Y/n had allowed the soft sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and indistinct conversations around her lull her into a light sleep – only to be awoken by the sudden lack of warmth that kissed her skin and droplets of water hitting her bare stomach.

Squinting her eyes open, she was greeted by a drenched Mingyu standing above her – a smile on his face. "Hey Stink, wanna get lunch?" He sat on her towel, feeling his soaked swim trunks cool her thigh.

It has been a while since she had eaten and the thought a bowl ahi poke did sound nice. "Sure." She sat up, stretching her hands above her head.

Y/n took a glance around her and noticed that the group she had originally had been lounging around with were gone; some cooling off in the water and others playing a game of volleyball.

Except Seungcheol and Sunhee, who had his head on her lap while she had her nose deep in the book she had brought down from their hotel room.

Sickening.

"You have fun out there?" She asked rhetorically as he shook his head to get the remaining water out of his ears.

"Come out there with me later, yeah?" Mingyu reached up to fix his hair, slicking it back away from his face.

It was going to take a while for her to get used to this new tone of voice he used around her. She wasn't used to the deep octave he used, mixed with some sweetness in his tone – something she had heard only when he was around the women he was dating.

It sent her chills down her spine, thinking how cringy it was for him to use all his tricks he had done to make all those other girls fall at his feet with her.

"Maybe." Y/n leaned over to move a strand that he had missed.

She too used a tone that he hadn't heard of.

Not directed to him at least.

Their customer service voices.

"You guys are cute when you aren't fighting." Sunhee's voice caught their attention.

...And Seungcheol's, who let out a puff of air as a laugh.

Up until now, Mingyu and y/n had thought he was asleep – his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"Give it until tomorrow, they'll be fighting again." Seungcheol sat up, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on his head.

Y/n chose to ignore his comment, standing up from where she had been sitting – reaching for her shorts and pulling it up to cover her bottom half. "Can you guys watch our stuff? We'll bring back poke in exchange."

"No."

"Don't listen to him." Sunhee waved him off. "Have fun!"

"Thanks, Sunhee." Mingyu smiled, reaching down to hold y/n hand – allowing her to guide him towards the main road.

"He's irked." He leaned down to mumble in her ears

The walk to the market was a short one, the two not bothering to let go of each other's hands as she once again allowed him to talk her ear off – babbling about tomorrow's trip to the North Shore.

He went on and on about how excited he was to try the shrimp truck he had seen many youtubers rave about; spending hours on end watching vlogs to prep him for the trip.

"Do you talk this much when you're with your girls?" She was genuinely curious, in shock with how he seemed to never run out of subjects to talk about. It was as if he was on a mission to reach a word certain count by the end of the day.

"No, just you." He shook his head, bringing his arm around her shoulders; pulling her closer to his body.

Weirdly enough, she preferred this more than holding his hand – it was more comfortable this way.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"So when did this happen?" Jeonghan motioned to the space between the two, catching y/n's attention from across the table.

After a long day of spending their time at the beach, they had decided their first night all together called for a group dinner at the hotel's restaurant – all at the expense of the best man's card.

Seungcheol.

Sunhee nearly choked on the cocktail she was sipping on, quickly shaking her head. "Oh we're not– no." She laughed.

They could have fooled anyone... just as well as Y/n and Mingyu had been.

They had spent the dinner picking off each other's plates – even showing up in coordinating outfits that Sunhee had sworn was not planned. Y/n had to fight the her brain from making a face when Sunhee had profusely declined the groups teasing when they first took their seats.

"Oh." Jeonghan blinked. "I just figured–"

"We're not." Seungcheol shutting him down, instantly silencing Jeonghan who then turned his body to the direction of y/n and Mingyu.

She had been thankful for the various conversations taking place around the table, allowing her to pretend that she hadn't been listening in to the short interaction happening a few feet from her.

"What about you two?" Jeonghan nodded at them, stopping Mingyu mid-setence while he conversed with Minghao about tomorrow's plans.

"What about us?" He asked, confused with the question being asked.

"When did this happen?" Jeonghan repeated.

"Valentines day." Mingyu replied without a second thought, almost as if he had the story ready for anyone who would ask.

He was quick at his feet, able to muster up a lie with a heartbeat.

She made a mental note to thank him later.

"I think I just realized that I always had feelings for her and I wanted to see if what I was thinking was real, or just– I don't know. Minghao convinced me to go over to her place and just let it all out." He continued, shrugging off the story as if it was the most casual thing that left his lips.

If she wasn't a part of the lie, she would have bought it.

Like Jeonghan, Y/n looked over to Minghao who had nodded in confirmation as he swirled the wine in his hand.

They were great liars.

"Didn't know you had a soft spot, Mingyu." Soonyoung whistled.

"Me neither." Y/n whispered only for the two of them to hear, earning a poke on her side from him – causing a small laugh to escape from her lips.

"Oh my god, they're actually in love." Chan gagged, catching the small interaction that had just unfolded before him.

"You guys should see what I have to put up with at home." Minghao grumbled into his wine glass before taking a long sip.

The teasing? The bickering over which show to watch? The hour long debate over a movies plot? The impromptu karaoke sessions in their living room? Yeah, Minghao did have to put up through a lot.

"I guess the next to walk down the aisle will be Y/n and Mingyu." Jeonghan joked.

"Mingyu? Yeah right." Seungcheol chuckled.

Thankfully the rest of the group had managed to drop the topic and redirected the conversation back to Jeonghan – catching up on all the events that has been happening in his life.

Y/n took the opportunity to excuse herself to the restroom as the energy died down, looking down at her feet as she made her way to the back of the restaurant – she had one too many Mai Tai's and did not want to accidentally trip over air.

"Y/n!"

Turning her head to the voice at the end of the hall, she was once again cornered by Seungcheol – with no place to run.

"Can we talk?" He stopped within a foot of her, his voice much softer than the snarky voice he had been using every time he would make a snide comment earlier in the day. "Please?"

Y/n stared at him, unable to come up with an excuse to avoid him.

"Five minutes." She swallowed.

Seungcheol nodded, motioning him to follow her through the doors that lead to the beach – wanting to converse in a much quieter atmosphere.

Once they were at an enough distance from the restaurant, away from the eyeline of the others, Seungcheol came to a stop turning to the girl.

"You guys may be fooling everyone but you're not fooling me." He spoke slowly.

They were caught.

"Did you just bring me out here to pick a fight?" She hugged her arms around her, feeling the cool breeze hit her bare arms.

"Y/n, drop the act. Do you really think that I'd believe you're dating, of all the people in the world, Mingyu? You guys are best friends, yeah I get that- but please, I know you guys don't love each other–"

"Not like how you and Sunhee love each other right?" Y/n snapped back.

Seungcheol licked his lips, shaking his head.

If he wasn't letting up, neither was she.

"You guys have always been at each other's throat, you really think I believe that one day you guys just decided to stop?"

"He knows me better than anyone, Cheol. He knows what makes me happy, what makes me tick. He has wiped every tear that you have caused. He picked me up whenever you left me stranded. He has always been there, more importantly when you weren't."

She wasn't lying.

Behind all the small fights and teasing, the two had always leaned in each other for emotional support.

Just as Mingyu had done for her, she has also always been the one person he called when he was having a tough time – remembering the time that she brought food over to his dorm for a week straight because he had refused to eat after his first girlfriend had broken up with him.

They had their moments, but at the end of the day, she genuinely did love Mingyu.

They have been together through all the season of their lives and she couldn't imagine going through any heartbreak or failed job interviews without having him by her side.

They were each other's person.

"So yeah, sue me if I realized I may have been in love with my best friend too." Y/n continued. "Mingyu has always been there and it's nice being taken care of someone who actually knows me."

"I know you." He defended. "Your favorite color is green, you hate that you're in the medical field because but you chose to go through with it because you didn't want to disappoint your parents, you hate the sound of utensils rubbing together. I know you, Y/n."

"Those are shallow facts." Y/n countered. "Minghao knows those things about me too."

"I know that you had never once thought of Mingyu the way you thought of me." He continued, taking a step closer to her. "What you and I had– have, that's never going to measure up to what you think you're trying to pull off with Mingyu."

"So what? Is this your way of saying you chose me all along?"

"There's no need to choose, y/n." He raised his voice, growing frustrated with her question. "I care about you, and you should know that!"

"How? Huh? You have some crazy way of showing you care." She exhasperated.

"Just because I don't show it the way your little golden boy shows it, doesn't mean I don't care. It doesn't mean I don't want you."

"So do it then, pick."

"I'm not picking." He shook his head. "Just please, just drop the act and–"

"Is everything alright out here?" Mingyu's voice boomed from the steps of the restaurant, jogging over to where they stood.

"Yeah, we just finished talking." Seungcheol brushed past Mingyu, his shoulder hitting him as he bounded back to the well lit building – a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped them.

She could hear her ears begin to ring as she let out deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"You okay?" Mingyu asked in genuine concern, scanning her face to see if there were any tears that fell from her eyes. He noticed that she was gone for far too long, instantly putting two and two together once he realized Seungcheol was missing from the table. Mingyu had quickly excused himself from the group, not wanting whatever Seungcheol had in mind to ruin not only y/n's night but everyone elses.

Y/n nodded, taking a step closer to him – silently asking for his arms to wrap around her. Both for consolation and to shield from the wind.

"I don't want to go back in there."

"Then we won't." He replied, resting his chin on her head.

"He knows we're just pretending." Her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice in pure defeat.

"Should we take some acting classes?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape her lips. "Should we call it off?"

"I mean, everyone else already bought it." He shrugged. "Why don't we just pretend until the end of the trip. We wouldn't want a break up and a wedding all in one trip."

"Jeonghan would kill us for stealing the attention from him if we announced a break up." Y/n agreed. "Just, chill out on the fake sexual tension okay? It gives me the creeps."

"Whatever you want, stink."

The two stood in silence, Mingyu patiently waiting for Y/n to calm down from the high emotions. She had always hated confrontations, avoiding it as much as possible.

And when it can't be helped, she needed to take a few minutes as a breather to ground herself back to reality – after she had finally processed what had finally happened.

She tended to allow her emotions take full control whenever she was forced to confront a problem; in this case Seungcheol. It wasn't until moments after when she is able fully grasp what had truly happened.

Almost as if she had an out of body experience, watching the scene unfold from afar.

"Do we fight a lot?" She asked, taking a step back from him.

"Just an enough amount of times, why do you ask?" He chuckled.

"That's why he's not buying it. Because we fight a lot."

Mingyu licked his lips, thinking of all the times that they would openly bicker and argue in front of their group. It wasn't in any intentions to hurt each other, it was all out of pure fun. It was just who they were.

"I mean, what if I tease you because I like you." He reasoned.

"What are we, teenagers?"

He shrugged. "Don't let him get in your head. If he doesn't buy it then he doesn't. Let's just enjoy the trip."

She nodded. "One more."

"What?"

"What's my favorite color?"

"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Answer it."

"Well, for clothes; black and white. For little trinkets, green. For other things, pink. For men, red." He listed, a smug smile appearing on his face when he said red.

Laughing, she gave him a playful shove. "Let's go."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Shit." Mingyu quickly sat up in his bed, looking over to the other side of the room where she was buried deep under the covers on her own bed. "Y/n wake up!"

"Mm..." She grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head.

"We woke up late, everyone's headed up to the North Shore already." Mingyu scrambled around the room, gathering all his belongings needed for the one hour trip up to the northern point of the island.

"Fuck!" Y/n shot up, grabbing her phone to check the time.

7:42 am.

They had all agreed on leaving the hotel by 6am, a few of the boys wanting to catch the morning surf before the waves died down. They had been so tired from the day before and had forgotten to set an alarm before bed.

The group chat had been actively making jokes just an hour ago about how the two most likely have forgotten because they were far too busy doing..... other things the night before, deciding to head up without them.

"I'll text them that we're leaving soon." Y/n typed away as Mingyu slipped into the bathroom to change and wash up.

She was sitting on the bed waiting for her turn when a knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. She wasn't a morning person and it took her some time to finally wake her body up.

To her surprise, Seungcheol was behind the door. "I woke up late too." He grumbled.

"Morning." Mingyu nodded, walking out of the bathroom "Stink, bathroom's all yours."

"I'll wait for you guys in the lobby." He turned his heel.

Just what she needed. An hour ride with Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Fun.

The were in the car in no time, neither one of them uttering a single word to another as Mingyu cruised along highway.

There wasn't much to talk about, and she was more than happy to take in the views of the lush greenery that surrounded them – pulling her film camera out every once and a while to capture the beauty.

"Can we listen to more calmer music, the bass on this thing is making me car sick." Y/n groaned, reaching over to grab Mingyu's phone out of the cupholder – unlocking the device with ease.

He had been using the same passcode for nearly ten years and had yet to change it. Claiming that he'd just forget it.

"Here." Seungcheol's hand stretched out from the backseat, his palm opened with a single candy resting. "It's ginger candy. Helps with motion sickness. Figured you– we would need it."

Y/n hesitantly grabbed it from his hand. "Thanks."

Popping the hard candy in to her mouth, she went back to scrolling through Mingyu's endless playlists – unable to find the right one to match the current mood.

A particular one had caught her eye, letting out a laugh. "Is this– oh my god." She flashed the screen to him, earning a laugh from him as well. "Why do you have my getting ready playlist saved?"

"It has good songs!" He defended. "I listen to it when I work out."

This sent her into more fits of laughter, clutching her stomach as she imagined him bench pressing while the City Girls blared loudly through his headphones. "You're so dumb."

"Maneater keeps my reps on pace."

"Stop– oh my god stop my stomach hurts. Don't talk." She wiped the moisture from her eyes, using another free hand to hit his shoulder.

"If you're not going to pick a playlist, can I have the AUX?" Seungcheol wasn't entertained.

In fact, he didn't find a single part of the interaction funny.

Y/n sat back up, clearing her throat once she had finally calmed down – passing the wire that was once connected to Mingyu's phone over to him.

Within seconds the voice of her favorite artist played loudly in the car.

Supercut by Lorde.

This was also her playlist.

The one she had shared to him months before.

She knew he was staring at her.

She could feel his eyes.

As the beat began to pick up, she felt Mingyu's hand rest on her knee – his fingers drumming along to the song.

"In your car, the radio up. We keep tryin' to talk about us. I'm someone, you may be my love." He nodded, looking over at her – waiting for her to join in.

He also knew this was her favorite song – the two having their fair share of blaring this loudly in his car back home, singing at the top of their lungs as they sped through the road.

"I'll be your quiet afternoon crush. Be your violent overnight rush. Make you crazy over my touch." A small smile crept on her lips as she followed his movements, swaying their bodies to the side.

Moments like this was when she appreciated how well he was able to pick up on her body language and silent thoughts – easily distracting her from any thoughts that could cause her to feel uneasy.

"I should have stayed back." Seungcheol shook his head as he watched the two make fools of themselves – his fingers hovering over the skip button.

He didn't skip it. He allowed for the queue'd music to play on, opting to look down at his phone as they went on singing every single word of the song.

"I'm hungry." Y/n sighed, as the next song played.

"They're gonna meet us at the Sunrise Shack, can you hold off for a thirty-five more minutes?" Mingyu asked, glancing at the navigation.

"I packed some spam musubi's from last night." Seungcheol offered, digging into his backpack to pull out a small tightly wrapped rice and ham combo.

Shaking her head. "I don't like–"

"Y/n doesn't like cold warm food." Mingyu replied at the same time.

"What he said."

Maybe he really didn't know her.

And maybe, they weren't acting.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n watched from her towel as the boys caught one wave after another, laughing whenever one of them lost their footing – sending them tumbling in to the water.

She was beginning to grow bored of sitting in the same spot, but considering the only other option was to walk around the stores a few miles down with Sunhee and Eunji, Jeonghan's fiance, she decided to stay back. She was in no mood to pretend to be close to the girl.

Not after last night.

In the moment of silence, the girl began to replay her and Seungcheol's conversation in her head.

She couldn't believe she was stupid enough to allow Mingyu to talk her into pretending to date him.

Even stupider to believe it would even work.

He was right. He did know her.

He knew when she was lying.

He knew that she wouldn't have dared considered seeing Mingyu in the same romantic light she had seen him.

But that was as far as it went.

He only knew her the same way the rest of their friends did.

Y/n began to think that maybe, if she would have waited it out longer instead of making him choose – things would have been different.

She would have gotten what she wanted.

"You okay?" Jeonghan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Digging his board down into the sand, he took a seat next to her – looking out into the distance where the rest of the guys were slowly paddling back in.

"Yeah, just thinking." Y/n pulled her lips into a tight smile.

"You made the right choice, you know." He spoke.

"What?" She turned to face him.

"Picking Mingyu." He continued. "He's always had some weird soft spot for you. And I know I don't know much about what you and Seungcheol went through– but– You deserve someone who's willing to drop anything to make sure you're happy. You're Mingyu's Sunhee"

She felt guilty.

Aside from Minghao, Jeonghan was someone who she had grown close to within the group. She found many nights confiding all her secrets to him during their late study sessions at the library.

He was easy to open up to and it broke her heart when he had decided to take a job offer across the country – losing that one person she was able to make a genuine connection with.

She wanted to tell him that it was all a lie, that they were pretending just so she could get a rise out of Seungcheol in hopes that he would realize what he was missing.

But she couldn't.

She was embarrassed.

"Snorkle time!" Mingyu cheered with Seokmin, placing their boards right next Jeonghan's.

"Hi." Mingyu smiled down at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek; just missing her lips by a few centimeters.

Taking both of them by surprise, their eyes wide once he had straightened out – luckily for them, no one had seemed to catch on to this.

"Can we slow down on the itinerary, I'm exhausted." Minghao whined, dragging his board behind him – dropping down on to the sand.

"I second that." Jeonghan sighed, laying down. "I want to nap."

"No none of that." Mingyu shook his head, grabbing either one of their arms to pull them up. "Come on let's go go go go!"

"Please tell your him to shut up." Minghao groaned, plopping back down once Mingyu had let go.

"Bug, chill." She laughed as she watch Minghao curl into a ball – groaning about how his body will be feeling sore until next month.

"Boooooo!" He gave her a thumbs down. "Boooooo!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"You almost kissed me earlier."

"My bad." He yawned, keeping his eyes on the road.

After a long day of water activities and going around the shops of the North Shore, they were finally making their way back to the hotel. Y/n couldn't be more glad at the thought of being able to wash the salt water and sand off her skin and laying down on the soft mattress.

She was also grateful that Seungcheol didn't need to ride back with them – hopping into the Jeonghan's rental after they had finished off eating at the local shave ice stand.

"I was shocked too, I was too hyper at the time." Mingyu continued, fiddling with the nobs of the A/C unit when he noticed her shiver from the corner of his eyes. "Better?"

Y/n nodded. "No kissing okay? It's weird."

"You're a bad kisser, huh?" He teased.

"I don't know. Ask Seungcheol."

"Gross." He stuck his tongue out.

"Besides, pretty sure you have rabies."

Playing along with her joke, Mingyu rolling up his sleeve to flash her his bicep. "I got my shots up to date."

"Stupid." She snorted, going back to scrolling on her instagram – liking all the posts her friends have uploaded from today's activities.

Y/n felt warmth bubbling in her heart as she saw each and every carousel containing some sort of group pictures. She had missed this – when their group was complete, with no care in the world.

It brought her back to the time when they were all blissfully unaware of the real world; making the most of their college experience.

Before jobs, feelings, and schedules complicated their lives.

"Wanna hear something funny?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on her screen.

She was looking at Sunhee's post – holding a bowl of shave ice nearly the size of her head with Seungcheol smiling widely in the back.

"Don't I ever?" Mingyu replied sarcastically.

"Jeonghan said I was your Sunhee."

Mingyu remained silent.

"Isn't that hilarious?" She turned her head to face his profile. "You would never put someone through what Seungcheol put me through because of me, right?"

"I'm afraid of commitment but I'm not an asshole, y/n." He glanced at her.

"I'm not Sunhee then... right?"

"I mean, in a way–"

"What do you mean in a way? We're nowhere near like them."

Their dynamic was a stark contrast to Seungcheol and Sunhee's.

Sure, they were very close – knowing each other better than they know themselves. But they knew boundaries.

They knew when to draw the line when it came to friendship, refusing to tread into dangerous waters because that's all they were.

Friends.

Two people, of the opposite gender, can be friends.

"Look, you're my best friend. We have our moments, but yeah- if you being my Sunhee means I'd do anything for you, then maybe?"

"You wouldn't do anything for me."

"Yeah I would." He defended.

"Mingyu, let's be real here." Y/n pressed.

The thing was, she didn't want to be Sunhee. She would never want to be the reason why her best friend's significant other felt insecure – the reason why they would come second best.

She would never wish her position on anyone.

Especially not someone who Mingyu loved.

"I am!" He chuckled. "Maybe I won't cancel on my date last minute for you for a little headache, but if it came down to making sure you're okay, yeah– I'll do anything for you."

He was being serious.

His tone matching his words.

"But I'm not Sunhee." She pressed.

She had her mind set on not wanting to be Sunhee.

She was y/n. She knew Jeonghan was simply making an analogy earlier, but the girl didn't want to be her. Not to Seungcheol, and defenitely not to Mingyu.

"No, you're right. You're y/n. My best friend" He sent her a warm smile, reaching over to give her knee a squeeze. "We're, as you would say, for lifers."

What the girl in the passenger seat didn't know was that she was his Sunhee.

She was the girl that he had fallen in love with.

The girl that he searched for in every other person he tried to date.

If she was his Sunhee then he was her Seungcheol.

taglist:

@thepoopdokyeomtouched/ @scuzmunkie / @yunjin0 / @morkswatermelonnnn / @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan / @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken / @naturelvrgfstealer / @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter / @musingsofananxiouspotato / @f4iryjjosh / @gatorgirl007 / @girlwithimaginarybiaslist / @daisawa / @ttragiquee / @luchiet / @loveforred /@vannabanana1995 / @uniq-tastic / @porridgesblog / @haolistic / @bbl32 / @calumsfringe / @alsktudy / @chansbaybygirl / @alwaysalmostthere / @listxn / @soupbinlily

(tag list closed)

there are some who asked to be tagged but tumblr is being weird and not allowing me to so i am so so sorry!

[driverlando]

💿Lavendar by jvke for mr norris , thank youuu

Lavender ── Lando Norris x f!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

The night air in Malibu carries a crispness that’s both refreshing and calming. The ocean waves gently lap against the shore, a soothing backdrop to the quiet hum of the city lights in the distance. You and Lando sit on a blanket spread out over the sand, a small bonfire crackling nearby. The warm glow casts flickering shadows on his face, highlighting the boyish grin he wears as he watches you.

You’re wrapped in his oversized hoodie, the scent of his cologne mixed with the salty sea air enveloping you in a comforting embrace. There’s something about this moment—this night, this place—that feels almost magical, like time has paused just for the two of you. It’s a feeling you’ve come to associate with him: carefree, effortless, like lavender on a breezy summer night.

He tilts his head, studying you with those mischievous blue eyes that always seem to sparkle with some untold joke. “You know,” he begins, leaning back on his hands, “I think we should make this our thing. Late-night beach dates, just you, me, and the stars.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Is that your way of saying you enjoy my company, Norris?” you tease, nudging his arm playfully.

Lando grins, a playful glint in his eyes. “Maybe,” he replies, his tone light and teasing. “Or maybe it’s just an excuse to get you to stop stealing all my hoodies.”

You laugh, the sound carrying over the waves. It’s so easy with him, the way you can banter back and forth, the way he makes you feel like you can just be yourself. No pretense, no games—just you and him, and this effortless connection. Even when things get messy, when the stress of his career or your own life seeps into your time together, he has this uncanny ability to make everything feel… okay.

Lando reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small speaker, turning it on. Soft music fills the air, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the rhythmic rush of the waves. He extends a hand towards you, his smile softening. “Dance with me?”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Here? In the sand?”

“Why not?” he shrugs, that cheeky grin never leaving his face. “Come on, you can’t say no to these moves.”

You roll your eyes but take his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. The sand is cool under your toes as he twirls you around, his laughter infectious. The song playing is slow and sweet, and you sway together, the world narrowing down to just the two of you. There’s a freedom in this, in dancing under the stars with no one else around, in the way he holds you close, his arms wrapped around your waist.

As the music plays, you look up at him, and for a moment, the world feels blurry—like everything is out of focus except for him. It’s a sensation you’ve grown accustomed to, this heady mix of joy and calm that Lando brings into your life. Even when things aren’t perfect, when you argue or when the pressures of the world press in on your little bubble, you always find your way back to this feeling. It’s like he has this knack for erasing all your worries, for making you forget the chaos outside of these moments.

He looks down at you, his gaze soft and adoring. “You know,” he murmurs, “I could never stay mad at you.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that’s not just from the fire. “Is that so?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he insists, his voice playful but sincere. “Even when you steal my snacks or hog the bed. You’re like… like lavender, calming and sweet.” He pauses, then adds with a grin, “And maybe a little bit of a troublemaker.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous,” you say, though there’s no bite in your words. It’s true, you both have your moments—times when you’re both a bit of a mess, stumbling through misunderstandings or dealing with the hectic nature of your lives. But somehow, it always feels okay. It always feels like it’s worth it.

Lando pulls you closer, and you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He gently rocks you back and forth, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has melted away. Just you and him, in this bubble of warmth and affection.

“You know,” you whisper, “I think you’re not half bad at this whole dancing thing.”

He chuckles, his breath warm against your hair. “Just wait until you see my real moves,” he jokes. “But for now, I’m happy with this.”

You look up at him, and there’s a softness in his expression that makes your heart flutter. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re my favourite person,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment, the peace that comes with being with him. It’s not always perfect—sometimes it’s chaotic and messy, sometimes it’s confusing and hard—but moments like this make it all worthwhile. He’s your calm in the storm, your lavender on a restless night. And no matter what, you know you’ll always find your way back to each other.

As the song ends, he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. There’s a mischievous glint in his gaze as he smirks. “So, Malibu nights, stolen hoodies, and dance parties on the beach—think you can handle that, babe?”

You grin, feeling lighter than you have in a long time. “With you? Always.”

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Anything for Toto Wolff with wife reader including their son, Jack!!! Fluff. Thanks!! :))

Hii I hope you enjoy my first request as a one-shot about Toto :)

The time you've been waiting for has arrived—summer break. Jack doesn't have school, and Toto can finally relax even though he always says his work never ends. Your family is together, and you couldn't be happier.

This year, you've decided to return to the Maldives, the paradise where you and Toto celebrated your honeymoon five years ago. Time has flown by so quickly. At first, people judged your relationship with Toto because of the age gap, but with time and Jack's presence, you've learned to ignore others' opinions and cherish every second of your love.

The gentle hum of the seaplane filled the air as it glided over the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean, the endless expanse of blue dotted with the green jewels of the Maldives' islands. You glanced over at Jack, his eyes wide with wonder as he pressed his face against the window, marveling at the view below. Toto, sitting beside you, reached over and squeezed your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. The excitement was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.

As the seaplane descended toward the private island resort where you had spent your honeymoon, memories flooded back. The island had been a sanctuary for you and Toto, a place where you could escape the world and revel in your love. Now, returning with Jack made the experience even more special, a testament to the life you had built together.

The moment you stepped off the seaplane, the familiar scent of saltwater and tropical flowers enveloped you. Jack let out a delighted laugh as he ran ahead, his feet kicking up sand. You and Toto followed hand in hand, savoring the warm sand beneath your toes.

The villa was just as you remembered, with its open-air design allowing the ocean breeze to flow through. Jack's eyes lit up at the sight of the infinity pool merging with the sea beyond. "Can we go swimming, Mommy? Please?" he begged, his excitement infectious.

"Of course, sweetheart," you replied, ruffling his hair. "But let's unpack first and get settled in."

As you and Toto unpacked, you couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked as handsome as ever, his hair slightly tousled from the journey, a relaxed smile on his lips that seemed reserved just for you. He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "What are you thinking about, mein Liebchen?"

"Just how lucky I am," you replied, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist. "To be here with you and Jack. To have this life."

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'm the lucky one," he murmured. "You've given me everything I could ever want."

Later that evening, after a long swim and a delicious dinner, the three of you settled on the beach to watch the sunset. Jack built sandcastles nearby, his laughter filling the air as the waves lapped at the shore. You leaned against Toto, his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close.

"Do you remember our first night here?" you asked, looking up at him.

He chuckled softly. "How could I forget? We danced under the stars, and later made love under them."

A blush covered your cheeks as you remembered that magical night and the years you've shared. "Through everything, you've been my rock."

"And you, mine," he replied, his gaze intense. "I love you more each day."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you felt a profound sense of contentment. Jack ran over, plopping down between you and Toto, a tired but happy smile on his face.

"This is the best day ever," he declared, snuggling against you.

You exchanged a look with Toto, your hearts swelling with love for this beautiful, perfect moment. The future stretched out before you, full of promise and joy. No matter what came your way, you knew you would face it together, as a family.

[teddynivvy]

⋆˙⟡♡ i get to love you

pairing: ted nivison x gn!reader (no pronouns or physical descriptors, other than ted is taller than reader)

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption. tooth-rotting fluff and nothing else. 1k words.

a/n: back again w a little blurb of ted being a sweetie bc i love fluff <3 ty to my wonderful friends on our discord for inspiring me to write bc theyre so talented. pls leave comments/rb if you enjoy it is so appreciated, thanks for being patient!

summary: ted asks you a question on a trip to cape cod.

Cape Cod at this time of year was quintessentially picturesque - baby blue skies paired with orange tinges in the clouds, bright green grass dewy and soft. American flags on vacation cottages swished in tandem with the trees in the summer breeze, as you and Ted walked along the beach, his hand enveloping yours.

You and Ted had planned a few days there on your yearly trip to visit his parents in Boston, but it was your first time taking a day trip with him anywhere in Massachusetts. He had insisted when you booked the trip he wanted to take you, and when he showed you a cottage he was thinking of renting for the weekend and a bay-side restaurant reservation he’d already called in, you had agreed.

Which lead you here - a sunset walk as your toes dipped into the damp sand, water lapping at your ankles in the idyllic summer evening. His fingers were threaded into yours, as you talked about your plans for the evening, enjoying the comfortable silence between your words, brushing your shoulder against his arm as he lead you down the beach.

You reached a clearing, where Ted motioned for you to sit down on the beach with him. Feeling the sand under your fingers, you sat next to him, looking out into the bay. Your gaze was soft, feeling your breath release into the salty air.

“What’cha thinkin’ about?” Ted asked, his hand finding yours in the sand. You looked over at him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his perfectly pink lips, which he immediately reciprocated. A faint blush on his cheeks creeped up, meeting the gentle red hue of the sunburn he’d earned earlier that day. You could easily see the small freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks, long lashes casting a soft shadow under his eyes, the bright sun still high in the sky and making his honey-brown eyes gleam in the faint sunshine.

“Just happy,” you smiled against his lips, pulling your own bottom one between your teeth. “This has been such a good vacation. You can plan the rest of the trips for the rest of our lives if you want.”

He smiles at that, at the implication.

“The rest of our lives?”

“Yeah, if you’ll have me.”

You leaned onto Ted’s shoulder, listening to the soft crash of the waves. You were more than happy to sit there in silence with him, simply enjoying his presence. 

You took a quick look around the beach, noticing as the sky was getting darker, and that no one was around. You moved your hand from under Ted’s and stood up, pulling your top over your head. Your clothes pooled in a pile on the sand and Ted looked up at you quizzically, before you leaped towards the water.

“Come on!”

Before he could say anything else, you felt your feet hit the sand, and then the frigid water. To your shins and then your knees, up your torso as you dove in, feeling the familiar electric sting. You got used to it quickly, surfacing to see Ted pulling off his t-shirt, and then his shorts, to be left in a pair of black boxers as he crossed the beach. 

He yelped as he entered the water - arms coming up to cover his bare chest as goosebumps arose along his arms, also choosing to dive into the water after you, meeting you where you stood. He pushed his now-wet hair back onto his forehead after shaking it out, sucking in a breath through his teeth. His back muscles tightened and relaxed, also getting used to the waves gently pushing against him. 

The sun was still reflecting on the water as Ted bent down, one hand slotted against your face and the other on your hip to pull you in, capturing you in a kiss once more. His warm lips tasted of salt and his fruity after-dinner cocktail, tequila and juice, pink-stained. His hand curved into your hips as you swayed slightly in the wind, bare stomachs pressed together as you felt your arms wrap around his neck. Your hands threaded through his hair, cold and wet and perfect, sighing into the kiss as your forehead pressed against his.

“Can I ask you something?”

The wind is lightly whipping around your head, as you put your hands to Ted’s chest. He looked down at you, a gentle glance and a signature smirk, with a hint of nervousness behind it. You could read his face easily, always.

He took your silence as a yes.

“Will you marry me?”

It wasn’t unexpected - not at all. You had talked about it, conversations under the soft amber lamps of your shared bedroom back home. His hands tracing lines on your hands, wrists, arms, gentle fingertips lulling you into a soft slumber as he mused about how he imagined it. Your life together, forever intwined.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

The laughs that erupt from the both of you are confirmation enough that this is perfect - this moment is so right. 

“Wait, really?”

“I was gonna do it on the beach at sunset but you ran into the water and ruined the whole damn thing!”

The tears start to fall without you asking them to. Giggles falling into the air as you covered your mouth and watched his eyes get glassy, reflecting the gentle roll of the waves.

“You’re everything to me. I just want this forever. You’re my best friend.”

You felt your knees go weak, meeting his eyes to pull him into a hug and let out a gentle sob, tears falling onto his freckled shoulders.

“Is this a yes?”

You pulled away from him to push at his chest as he tumbled backwards, gently falling into the water with his big goofy grin, watching as you pushed the tears from your eyes and let yourself take a shaky breath.

“Yes. Forever, always, yes.”

[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey ❤️🤗 Could I maybe request Arda x fem!reader in their teenie years? They're friends or neighbors and he had a little crush on her for quite some time now. But he's not the only one, there's another guy being interested in reader and one day that guy confesses to reader in front of friends / family and everyone is like "awwww he's such a perfect match, cute cute cute now kiss" while reader thinks "Nah 🙂‍↔️ Thanks" and she runs away being overwhelmed. Arda notices what's going on and follows her silently. He soon finds her sitting on a wall, watching the sunset. He stands behind her to also watch the sunset and then confronts her and asks if she's alright and why she left the scenario, if it's because she doesn't like that dude etc... She admits she has feelings for someone else, blushing hard, avoiding his gaze. He's very excited about it, thinking she could maybe mean himself (she does) and starts nuzzling her neck, taking in her scent and not being brave enough for a real kiss but they enjoy the closeness and yeah 😂😎

TIDES OF LOVE - ARDA GÜLER

In a game of truth and dare, unexpected crushes are unveiled

Arda Güler x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

The summer sun hung lazily over Ankara, casting a golden hue on the bustling city and beckoning us to the nearby beach.

Arda, had organized a day out for our group. We were a mix of excitement and nervous energy as we packed towels and snacks, ready for a day of fun by the sea.

As we arrived at the beach, laughter and chatter filled the air. The sand was warm beneath our feet, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore was a soothing backdrop to our gathering.

Arda flashed a shy smile my way, his eyes briefly meeting mine before he turned to help set up our spot.

The day passed in a blur of swimming, games, and shared snacks. As the sun began its descent, someone suggested playing truth or dare.

We gathered in a circle, and the bottle spun, landing on our friend Emre. He grinned mischievously before announcing that he chooses dare.

"I dare you to admit who you have a crush on in this circle," someone teased, and a ripple of laughter followed.

Emre's eyes flickered nervously around the group before landing on me. "I... uh, I have a crush on (Y/N)," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

There was a collective gasp, and I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Arda's expression darkened momentarily before he masked it with a forced smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

"You two would be cute together," one of our friends chimed in, nudging Emre playfully.

"Yeah, you should kiss!" another added, and laughter erupted once more.

Feeling overwhelmed, I excused myself abruptly and hurried away from the circle, mumbling something about needing a moment alone. I walked briskly down the shoreline, the sound of laughter fading behind me.

I needed time to process everything, away from their well-meaning but awkward attempts at matchmaking.

Arda, sensing my distress, followed silently after a few moments. He caught up to me as I slowed my pace near a quiet stretch of the beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice tentative yet filled with concern. "Are you alright?"

I turned to face him, offering a weak smile. "Yeah, I just... needed some air," I replied honestly, my voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Why did you leave?" Arda asked gently, his eyes searching mine.

I hesitated, unsure how to voice my feelings.

Finally, I sighed softly, meeting his gaze. “I felt a little uncomfortable … because I have feelings for someone else," I confessed, my cheeks flushing.

Arda's expression softened, hope flickering in his eyes. "Who?" he asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of the breeze and the distant sound of waves.

My heart pounded in my chest as I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "It's you, Arda," I admitted softly, feeling a rush of vulnerability and relief.

His eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and joy crossing his face. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take mine.

"Really?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "Yes," I confirmed, a small smile spreading across my face.

Arda's smile mirrored mine, shy yet genuine. "I... I like you too," he confessed quietly, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Encouraged by his honesty, I leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against his cheek. Arda's eyes widened in surprise, but then a radiant smile spread across his face.

He shyly lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against my knuckles, in reciprocation.

"But... what about Emre?" Arda's voice broke through the tender moment, his eyes searching mine.

I sighed softly, meeting his gaze with honesty. "I don't have feelings for Emre," I confessed, feeling a wave of relief at finally revealing the truth.

Arda's expression softened with understanding, and he gently squeezed my hand. “I must admit I was disappointed when I heard Emre liked you." he murmured.

“Well the only person I like is you,” I reassured him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

We stood there on the beach, our hands intertwined, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and orange.

This was a new beginning for the both of us.

[cabotwife]

(i) May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor

series masterlist

chapter warnings: poorly written, nothing else really tbh? not proofread

word count: 2009

❧ summary: something always goes wrong, Finnick knew this. he knows that nobody in this world is safe from the wrath of the Capitol, but he thought that he could at least keep you safe.

✮

the sharp smell of salt filled the air as you threw yourself down on the warm sand. your eyelids feel heavy, threatening to close, but just before they could completely shut, you caught a glimpse of your younger brother, playfully kicking at the shallow waves that lapped at his feet.

a soft, serene smile graces your lips as you watch your brother, innocence personified, lost in his own world of play.

the day had been unusually peaceful. everyone had been given the day off from work, their minds preoccupied with the reaping scheduled for tomorrow. and yet, in spite of the looming uncertainty, everyone seemed to be making the most of today.

you and Percy had decided to spend the entire day on the beach, setting aside your worries for a moment and just being kids, reveling in the simple pleasures of life. Finnick and Annie had made a brief appearance at one point, their company adding to the joy of the day, but they only stayed for a few hours until they eventually retreated back to our hut.

suddenly, you heard Percy call your name. his voice echoed in the air, making your smile grow wider. pushing yourself up, you followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. your smile dropped as quickly as it had appeared when you saw the Capitol train rushing past, eventually coming to a halt at the train station, now completely out of your view.

"why're they here so early?" you heard your brother ask. you turned to see him standing next to you, his wide eyes still trained on the spot where the train had disappeared. "they're not supposed to be here 'till tomorrow, aren't they?" he asked, his head tilting in confusion.

you sighed, shrugged your shoulders, "i dunno, Perce." you brushed the sand off your shorts and looked at him.

the sun had already begun to set and the air still held the heat of the day. out of the corner of your eye you can see the blonde boy fidgeting with his necklace.

"how many times did you put your name in?" you ask, hoping to distract him as you both walk up the beach.

Percy stays silent for a moment, deep in thought before he finally responds, "more than i should have," he mumbles.

his words send a pang of worry through you, but you keep your face neutral. you continue walking, glancing at him every now and again. "you'll be okay," you finally assure him, your tone leaving no room for argument. "you're only fourteen, i doubt you'll be picked."

"Finn was fourteen," Percy retorts, his arms crossed over his chest defensively.

"yeah, well, shut up," you huff, playfully shoving him by the head.

Percy fixes his hair and glances up at you. the two of you walked in silence for a moment before he suddenly takes off sprinting up the beach, kicking sand back at you. "first one home gets a hot shower!" he shouts.

as soon as the words register in your mind, you find yourself chasing after him, laughing as you sprint towards the hut, closing the gap between you two.

you both run as fast as you can. you’re obviously quicker than your younger counterpart but he had a head start.

eventually though, he beats you through the front door.

“hah!” Percy sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks flushed with victory. he tugs his sandy shirt over his head as he stumbles his way towards the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps becoming fainter.

you only roll your eyes at his antics, turning your gaze to your other brother. with a warm smile forming on your lips, you approach where he stands at the kitchen counter, engrossed in his task. "hi Finny," you hum, leaning over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing.

Finnick chuckles in response as he spares you a brief glance before refocusing his attention on his task at hand, "hey, y/n.”

a comfortable silence descends, only disturbed by the rhythmic sound of Finnick’s knife hitting the cutting board and the distant echo of Percy’s shower.

after a moment of silence, curiosity piques your interest. “where’s Annie?” you ask, your gaze shifting back up to the tall blonde. his hesitation is noticeable as he chooses his words carefully, “she.. went out. she gets antsy during this time of year, but she’ll be back in time for supper," he reassures you, a comforting smile tugging at his lips.

nodding in understanding, you allow the silence to settle again. after a few minutes you retreat from your older brother's presence, heading towards the room you share with Percy.

⚘

by the time Finnick finishes preparing dinner, Percy has emerged from his shower, and Annie has returned from her walk. the family dinner, like all usual, is peaceful — a time when you all can put aside the burdens of the world and simply enjoy each other's company.

as the night descends, you find yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought hours since you’ve been put to bed. Percy had fallen asleep almost immediately, his mind free from worry. eventually, your own eyes grow heavy, and you fall into the comforting embrace of sleep.

⚘

you're jolted awake the next morning by Percy shaking you. “y/n!” he huffs, tugging at your arm.

“what do you want, Percy,” you mumble, pulling your arm away from him and draping it over your eyes.

ignoring your obvious irritation, Percy rolls his eyes, “you have to get up, The Reaping’s today.”

groaning, you pull your arm away from your face, your gaze meeting the younger boy's. you sigh heavily, pushing yourself up.

“out,” you demand, nudging Percy's shoulder as you rise to your feet. Percy, however, doesn't budge. he just continues to stare up at you, his expression unreadable.

“Percy, get out. i have to change,” you grunt, crossing your arms in annoyance. but then Percy launches himself forward at you, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, his face buried in your sleep shirt.

after a moment of surprise, you return his hug, your arms encircling his small frame. “Perce?” you murmur, looking down at him with a questioning gaze.

he shifts slightly, “i love you,” he mutters before abruptly pulling away and darting out of the room. you watch him leave, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

shaking off the abnormal encounter, you turn your attention to getting dressed. you easily opt for a loose, dark blue shirt and baggy black shorts, knowing how hot the summers get around here.

as soon as you finish dressing yourself you make your way to the living room, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. when you look up you see everyone else standing around, waiting for you.

Annie offers you a gentle, comforting smile as she walks over to you. you look at her, a feeling of uncertainty burning in your stomach as you take in her outfit, especially her thick white sweater which seems completely out of place. “you’re going to overheat,” you mumble flatly, pointing at said sweater.

the older woman only hums in response, looking down at her clothes with an amused expression, “i’ll roll my sleeves up then, we won’t be out there for too long.” her voice is light, but her eyes betray a hint of worry.

you bite your lip and shuffle your feet as you look past her to your older brother. “you guys don’t have to go, y’know,” you tilt your head, looking back to the redhead again.

Finnick rolls his eyes as he walks to the front door, his usual teasing demeanor in place. “well we are, ‘kay?” he raises an eyebrow and tugs the door open with more force than necessary. “you done prettying yourself up now? we can go?”

you huff but nod, following Annie and Percy out the door. Finnick leaves last, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seems to echo in the silence.

the walk to The Justice Building isn’t too bad. it's not a far walk, and your older brother tries to keep the mood light. but despite his efforts, you and Percy keep glancing at each other, the worst possible scenario consuming your thoughts.

you and your little brother are both of age to be reaped, and you’re opposite genders. it’s a chilling thought, but it’s completely possible that you both could be called. and only one can leave the arena. your stomach churns at the thought. you close your eyes and swallow, trying to push the fear and uncertainty to the back of your mind.

you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you see The Justice Building. your fingers begin twitching at your side, a telltale sign of your growing anxiety.

as soon as you reach the stairs, a wave of nausea washes over you. you tug and pull at your fingers as you and Percy go to check in with the Peacekeepers.

your eyes lock with your little brother’s as you get shoved towards the female section of the contestants. “i love you,” you mouth to him, a frown tugging at your lips as he gets pulled away by another Peacekeeper.

the room is filled with worried chatter and children whining as they’re lined up in front of the stage. the stage houses a tall microphone and two huge clear bowls filled with folded white slips of paper - the fates of so many written on each one.

after what feels like an eternity, a tall, pale woman with the tallest hair you’ve ever seen walks onto the stage. she has a regal air about her, an unmistakable sign of her Capitol origins.

the woman clears her throat and taps the microphone, causing a terrible sound to ring over the audience. but she just grins, “welcome ladies and gentlemen!” she says in a singsong voice, “happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.” the crowd stays silent as she claps her hands together slightly, her smile never falling.

“well then..” the woman hums, acknowledging the uncomfortable silence as she waves a small remote around, “let’s temporarily direct our attention to this wonderful film, brought to us all the way from the Capitol,” the woman beams, clicking a button on her remote, causing an image to appear above her.

as the video plays, you can hear the whispering of girls behind you. your fingers twitch at your side as you stare wordlessly at the screen, your mind spinning with a million thoughts.

you bite your lip, the sound of the woman talking again snapping you out of your thoughts. “now.. let’s see who will have the honor of representing district 4!” she exclaims gleefully as she turns one of the clear bowls of paper. “ladies first.” she hums, digging her hand into the bowl.

the woman’s fingers dance around the top slips of paper before she pushes her hand deeper, grabbing one from the very bottom.

tension fills the room as you watch her pull the folded slip from the bowl.

she slowly unfolds the paper, her smile never leaving her face as she reads the name. she looks out to the crowd, “Y/n Odair!” she sings out the name, the echo of her voice a chilling reminder of what’s to come.

-

[(taglist) : @yourfavmiki @poppyalice2001 @importantpotato @lisedanie @babyzzlove @yhaywhwvsh @sleighingstella @kendaltip190-blog @gianni7867 @urbisexualfriend @comets-tail2 @sh1nnryuu @randomgurl2326 @incorrect-sherlock @kenzieisgone @leathesimp @tacomumun3r @chanelmelon ]

[lavenderhhaze]

14:56 — WORTH LOVING (0.5k words)

It's a little last midnight when he comes knocking at your apartment door. It's freezing — you assess by his windswept hair under a thick woollen beanie, his sweater pulled forward to cover his fingertips. Chris has always been the quiet type.

So he's quiet when you open your door, eyeing him down at the way his lips are pulled at a harsh line — never expressive. His cheeks are flushed pink, lightly freckled nose peeking from the neckline of his sweater.

He's quiet when you go back inside, hanging your jacket at the crook of your elbow and following him outside. He hasn't asked why your roomate called him your hook-up, because it's more than implied, when he comes searching for you at these odd hours.

There's a tremble in his fingertips that he hides in his pockets, you notice. But he doesn't talk about it, he never does. Vulnerability doesn't come easy to him, but silence does. It is cold outside, and you look fondly at Chris who sinks lower into his sweater, walking into his car and reving up his engine. He leaves the windows down though — because he knows how you love the wind, watching as it cards it's fingers through your open hair.

He silently hands you the aux, driving out your apartment's guest parking. Even the security recognizes him now. He takes off his beanie, letting it find it's place in the backseat. His curls fall on his forehead — a little frizzy from being damp. It smells like clementines, you know he likes summery scents. You've looked at him long enough to see things beyond that mysterious gruff and calluses.

He hums to Frank Ocean, his fingers drumming this memorized rhythm on the stearing. He doesn't have to talk to you to get across, you've learnt to read his silence. His eyes are slightly glossy as he navigates the old roads, carlights reflecting off of them more so than usual. You don't say anything, because he'd deny it in a heartbeat.

"Change the song, please?"

It is the first thing he has said to you today, and you don't mind much. Because it has landed on a particularly mellow beat, lyrics more disheartening than hopeful. You choose a different song, resting your phone on your lap to look at the way he smiles.

"Thankyou, baby."

Chris doesn't do nicknames much. Infact, he doesn't do nicknames at all, save for the occasional ‘sweatheart’ that slips past when he's being particularly endearing; because you like to indulge and he likes to make you happy.

He pulls up at the drive-in beach at the town-side, instead killing the engine where the sand begins. You follow him out, feeling the crisp and cold sand under your feet when he takes your shoes, letting them hang lazily from the crook of his fingers.

Chris is quiet, choosing a spot a few metres away from where the waves break, sitting down cross-legged and patting the place beside him. You feel the warmth of his palm at the small of your back — that's all the affection you'll knock out of him today. You've been patient. You know he's terrified of getting so close to someone only to end up in the other side of them. But you've been past that point, over and beyond. You will be patient.

Chris has always been quiet, residing in whatever silent comfort he finds in this belonging. His breath is warm although his hands are cold and you feel your heart taking root in his body. He's quiet but you're glad he doesn't retreat within himself anymore, he retreats within you. You've learnt that he has a habit of admiring the waves standing five feet afar — terrified of sinking his feet into where the waves break the sand, but you'd wait.

A/N: Chan our emotionally constipated hero <3

(this was supposed to be for his birthday but we're not 3 months late, we're 9 months early)

[moonlit-midnight]

Lights are brighter when you’re near

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts.

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship. 

Warnings: GN!Reader, fluff without a plot, Riddle is OOC since this is an AU.

—

For as long as you could remember, your childhood best friend Riddle was a sickly boy, often in and out of the hospital.

However, despite his condition, he didn’t let it stop him from living his best life.

He was a strong, charmingly bright soul, full of hope and positive energy, often brimming with excitement and not caring what form it took as long as it made his little heart beat.

And you absolutely admired him for that.

Whenever he got discharged from the hospital, you would eagerly wait for him by the beach where the two of you first met, your arms stretched out like wings to welcome him in your embrace.

Riddle would excitedly run to you and enclose you in a tight hug.

Peals of soft laughter would spill out of your lips when both of you would stumble backwards into the sandy ground.

His strong hold on you was a reassurance that he was here with you, doing just fine and vibrantly alive.

★ –

Riddle was sitting close to the shore, watching the calm waves touching his feet while you were resting your head on his lap, admiring the clouds rolling by in the morning sky.

It was summer, and yet the ocean breeze was refreshingly soothing and cool. 

“How are you holding up when I’m not around? I bet you feel lonely.” He said in a teasing tone, bright gray eyes peering down at you.

“Lonely? Not at all.” you looked up at Riddle, flashing him a grin. “I have our other friends keeping me company.”

“Rascal.” He tousled your hair affectionately causing you to giggle lightly. “Can you sit for a moment? I have something for you.”

You sat up in an instant, curiously eyeing the item that he fished out from his pocket. 

On Riddle’s palm sat a silver necklace paired with a rose-shaped ruby pendant, glittering beautifully beneath the summer sun.

“I thought of gifting you something special… so you can always have me around.”

“It’s lovely,” you took it with a grateful smile as you stared at the wonderfully made pendant before putting it around your neck. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re most welcome.” Lying back on the sand, your redhead best friend hummed and smiled softly in response.

“We’ll always have each other, won’t we, Riddle?”

“Yes, always.”

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

A Helping Hand.

my masterlist || ask me anything <3

my blurb masterlist is here!

authors note - some random ass inspiration by this photo, anywho enjoy <3

word count -

in which, your six months pregnant, your sweaty, ankles are swollen and your nauseous all the time, getting on the boat was a slightly easy task, but the task of getting off the boat is a lot harder, but luckily your husband is there to help you.

As you sit on the sailboat in Italy, your husband Harry Styles by your side, the warm breeze gently caresses your skin. The boat sways with the rhythmic waves as you both head back to the beach for a delightful lunch in a charming seaside cafe.

Despite the picturesque setting, you can't help but feel the discomfort of your six-month pregnancy. Your ankles are swollen, making each movement a little more challenging than usual. The scorching sun beats down on you, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to form on your forehead. Harry lovingly places a hand on your back, offering comfort and support.

As you sit on the sailboat, Harry glances at you with concern, noticing the discomfort in your swollen ankles. Without a word, he reaches over and gently lifts your feet, placing them on his lap.

"Let me take care of you, m’darlin’," he speaks with a tender smile.

As Harry begins to rub your ankles with gentle, soothing motions, you let out a content sigh at the relieving feeling.

"Oh, that feels amazing," you say, appreciating his thoughtful gesture.

"I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," Harry replies, his focus solely on easing your discomfort. "You're carrying our little one, and I want t’make sure you're taken care of."

You lean back slightly, basking in the warmth of his touch.

"Thank you, baby. You always know how to make things better," you say, feeling grateful for his loving presence.

He chuckles softly.

"It's the least I can do, especially when you're enduring all of this," he muses, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your ankle.

As Harry continues to massage your ankles, the tension gradually melts away, and you find yourself feeling more relaxed than you have in days. The combination of the gentle sea breeze, the sound of the waves, and Harry's caring touch creates a moment of pure tranquillity.

"You're incredible," you whisper, looking into his eyes filled with adoration.

As you sit there on the sailboat, enjoying the moment with Harry, all of a sudden, a sharp kick jolts you in the ribs, causing you to gasp and instinctively hold your belly.

Harry's eyes widen in concern, and he quickly asks, "What is it? Is it the baby? Is it time?"

Taking some small breaths to recover, you manage to shake your head and reassure him, "No, love, it's not time yet. Our little one just kicked really hard."

Harry chuckles, a mix of excitement and relief in his voice.

"Well, he's certainly showing some strength in there. I think our little one is going to be a footballer with the way he kicks," you gesture playfully.

The both of you laugh, you’re feeling the baby's movements calming down after the energetic kick.

Harry grins and then leans forward, positioning himself so his face is in line with your belly.

"Hey buddy," he speaks gently, addressing the unborn child, "it's Daddy, and I want y’t’listen. Y’need to be a bit more gentle with y’mama. She's carrying y’and keeping y’safe, so y’gotta be nice t’her, okay?"

As if in response, you feel a subtle flutter of movement, and you both laugh.

"I think he heard you, H," you say, smiling at the sweet moment.

"I hope so," Harry says, his voice filled with affection as he continues talking to the baby. "We can't wait t’meet y’and hold y’in our arms. But until then, be good t’Mama, alright?"

You rest your hand on Harry's head as he talks to your belly, feeling a surge of warmth and love for the little life growing inside you.

"He's going to have the best dad ever," you whisper, overwhelmed with emotions.

Harry looks up at you with a soft smile, his eyes shimmering with love.

"And he's going t’have the most incredible mama," he replies, his voice sincere and heartfelt.

The moment is soon interrupted by the driver of the boat telling the two of you that you’ve arrived at the beach, and hearing the announcement, your husband stands up, his eyes filled with excitement. With his supportive hand, he helps you up from the sofa, steadying you as you adjust to the shifting motion of the boat.

"Careful, m’honey," Harry speaks, his voice gentle and protective. "Let m’help you."

Gratefully, you lean on him for support as you rise to your feet. The swelling in your ankles makes walking a bit challenging, but with Harry's reassuring presence, you feel more confident.

As you stand together, Harry reaches for the beach bag, swinging it over his shoulder effortlessly.

"I've got everything w’need," he says, flashing a warm smile your way.

"Thank you, baby," you reply, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness and care.

Harry quickly stands up and steps off the boat first, extending his hand to help you follow. But before you can make your move, he reaches out and stops you, his concern evident in his eyes.

"Wait, m’honey," Harry says gently, "Let me help y’down. We need t’be careful."

You nod appreciatively, grateful for his watchful eye and protective nature. With a reassuring smile, Harry reaches for your hand and guides you, step by step, as you carefully manoeuvre your way off the boat.

"Easy does it," he says softly, making sure you have a firm footing before proceeding.

The gentle touch of his hand in yours provides both physical support and emotional comfort. You can't help but feel a surge of love and admiration for the considerate and caring man beside you.

Once your feet touch the sandy shore, Harry stays close, his arm wrapped around your waist to offer additional stability as you adjust to the new terrain. The feeling of warm sand under your feet is a welcome relief, and you take a moment to savour the beauty of the beach and the calming sound of the waves.

"Thank you, H," you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtful assistance.

He smiles warmly, his eyes never leaving you.

"Always, m’love. I want t’make sure y’safe and comfortable," he says, his love and devotion evident in his words.

The boat trip had been an impromptu idea that your husband had come up with on a whim, insisting that it would do the two of you good, to get some fresh air instead of lounging about in the villa watching Netflix all day.

You had told him that your ankles were hurting so that you would be a lot slower on your feet but he helped you the whole day.

You had been nauseous all day practically, and he made sure you were drinking plenty of water and eating saltine crackers to rid it.

He rubbed your ankles knowing they would be bugging you.

He spoke to your little one and helped them stop kicking you, saying that they didn’t need to hurt you.

And he had helped you and off of the boat, making sure that you had as much help as possible so you didn’t injure or strain yourself.

Wherever you went, before you were pregnant and even during your pregnancy, Harry was there to always lend a helping hand.

[utterlyotterlyx]

A Fate Inked In Starlight

Part Six

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Summary - After crashing into the Autumn Court with no idea who you are, where you are, or how you got there, Eris takes it upon himself to hide you and care for you with the help of the Night Court. That is until souls from other walks of life infiltrate Prythian searching for you.

Warnings - blood, angst, new friends and revelations, spot the hints (wink)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Sunset skies peered down on you inquisitively, and the earth was soft and slightly warm beneath you.

You hissed as you moved, a metallic sting prodding a the surface of your abdomen. The world tilted, and the familiar dull thumping in your mind swelled behind your eyes and you pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to centre yourself.

Not again.

Lapping waves on the shore flooded your ears as they crashed against the jagged stone rocks along the bay. Flexing your fingers, you felt sand pool between them, weaving in the spaces you had allowed them to infiltrate.

Looking about, you frantically examined where you had landed, pale blue water and white sandy beaches welcomed your sight, and the faint gull of seabirds sounded in the distance.

No. No no no.

The sky watched you, the same sky that had only moments ago parted and thrust you into a world you didn't recognise. Was it another part of Prythian? Where had it taken you?

Were you dreaming?

Turning desperate, you begged your body to lead you back, back to Eris, back to Azriel and Velaris. You stood, the white sand shifting beneath your weight, the hem of your dress kissing the ground and peering about the scene itself, rippling in unearthed unease.

The sand spanned for miles, perhaps further than your eye could see, it was everywhere bar the void to the west which was brimming with oceanic bliss. Warmth brushed through the wisping beach grass, making them rustle and shiver at its kiss that soon curled around your forearms and shrouded you like a comforter, a warm welcome indeed.

In the distance you spied what appeared to be a house, a speck in your vision, but it called to you, it whispered your name on the wind and allowed it's friend to carry its pleads to you. Your mind had gone quiet, for the first time in days it was finally quiet, and you could hear the beat of your heart and the shuffle of your feet as they carried you toward that speck in the distance. Toward whatever would await you there.

"Find her," Eris was on his feet, stood before the Inner Circle growling at them to find you and bring you back, eyes wild and hair tousled from burying his hands within it and tugging as he stood helpless against what had transpired.

Eris believed that sending you to Velaris, to the City of Starlight and dreamers, would be enough to settle you, to rid you of your nightmares and allow you to walk toward your next path without him suffocating you. He didn't believe he was, but he didn't want your livelihood to depend on him, especially when Beron was still kicking and your biggest threat.

The Shadowsinger hadn't said a word, no matter how many questions Nesta or Cassian had asked him, he kept his gaze trained to the floor, his marred palms turned upward at the sky and his shoulders slumped against the back of the deeply set armchair where he sat.

The vision wouldn't leave him, he couldn't stop seeing the stars wrap around your body and propel him away from you, like he was the source of your pain and anguish. He couldn't stop seeing your eyes, the fraction of a second where you had changed your mind before you were thrown through a portal of rippling light. He couldn't stop hearing his name fall from your lips, the last thing you said before you were torn away from him.

"I'm sure we would pull a portal from our asses if it was possible, Eris," Rhys rubbed his forehead, sighing as he came to terms with the fact that, just like his sister, you had been cruelly taken from him too. Maybe he wasn't allowed to have nice things, maybe he didn't deserve it.

The sadness flowed down the bond and Feyre came to his aid immediately, running her fingers through his hair and down his arms to soothe his thoughts. Rhys would have done anything to help you, she knew that, and it was heart breaking that you had seemed to have forgotten.

The trauma had been too much, too much that you couldn't think straight through the pain, and then there was the revelation that Amren had rather stupidly spoken into truth. A fact that made Rhys' chest rumble as he looked to his second, "You had no right to throw that on her," his power throbbed around him, coating him in darkness; his hands gripped the arms of his chair and he struggled to take even breaths, "You knew she was fragile, you knew she couldn't handle that. Whether she asked you to find the answer or not, you should have waited until she was stable enough to listen."

Amren's eyes flickered, drowning in her High Lords power that Feyre was trying desperately to diffuse, "I didn't realise that it would end up like this," her voice was strained and she was doing her best to be void of her usual sarcastic attitude.

"How exactly did you think it would end?" Azriel's voice was low, his chin was dipped but he stared at her through his brows, his fingers twitching and shadows curling around his shoulders, "How exactly did you think that it couldn't end badly after what she went though only a few days ago?"

Amren, realising that even the sentient home was against her in that moment, sighed, "I'm sorry."

The apology meant nothing to them, to the people who had come to cherish you as their own flesh and blood, "I highly suggest that you figure out a way to conjure a portal, Amren. And fast." Rhys didn't say another word, he simply watched as she scuttled like a roach from the room.

Amren was smart. There was no way she couldn't have foreseen her emotionless words push you to the point that they had.

The home already felt colder without you, the halls felt forever draughty, the wood had darkened and the fire had become less inclined to dance in their presence, because you weren't there to impress.

"This has to have something to do with Bryce," Nesta spoke quietly, knowing how Rhys felt about the fae female that had appeared a year or so prior, leaving his rallying his armies just in case her word fell into ash. Nesta looked to Azriel, who met her eye and narrowed them, waiting, "Y/N, or Flora, or The Mother, or whatever you'd like to call her, has an eight pointed star on her lower back, just like Bryce has on her chest, just like my tattoo," Nesta ghosted her fingers over her shoulder, grazing the top point of the star on her own back. "Bryce can open portals, she did exactly that to get here. Y/N opened a portal tonight too, whether she meant to or not. Maybe it's all linked."

"The stars opened that portal, not her," Azriel breathed, sliding down in his seat and frowning. He had to admit that it made sense, that there could be something that linked all three of them together.

"We can't know that for sure. If Y/N is the Mother like Amren says, then it may be possible that she willed it unconsciously," Rhys leaned forward and questioned her thought, he had asked her what exactly she was suggested, "All three of us have the marking of the eight pointed star, Bryce and Y/N have opened portals, perhaps it's possible that I can too, somehow."

Nesta was too cold to admit her adoration of you, but it shined through her actions, when she tended to you and made sure that you were always comfortable, when she would sit beside and read with you and then talk to you about the chapter that had you gasping. You were connected, it made sense, her need to protect you made sense.

"Elain?" Feyre called out her sisters name, the one who was sat beside Lucien with milky pale eyes and slightly open lips, whispering to herself incoherently. Feyre dropped to her knees before her and took her hands in her own, "Tell me what you see."

Elain gulped, "I see blood. I see claw scraping along Prythian. I see uprooted grass and discarded shields. I see fire and stars falling from the sky. I hear..." Elain's voice drifted, her pointed ears twitching and her head slightly moving to the side so that she could listen, "I hear screaming, it's not human or fae. I hear the shadows and enormous violet eyes roaring. Black scales, fire, blood, mangled bodies. We're all dead. They're coming."

The middle Archeron sister jolted back into her body, blinking harshly and reopening her eyes which were normal but laced with fear, "What have we done?" Elain rasped, looking to Lucien and catching her breath in her throat, "She was the only thing keeping them away. They wanted her but now that she's gone they want to devour our world," Realisation hit her, "My visions were never about Y/N being a threat, they were about her protecting us."

Rhys turned to Nesta, the room heavy with the words her younger sister had spoken, "Do it."

Nesta needed no more encouragement, she squeezed Cassian's hand and departed for the library, praying the the Mother, to you, that she could reach you in time to stop whatever whatever was coming their way.

Familiarity flocked around you as you stood before the house, walls of pale stone, a thatched roof, large sparkling windows. It was massive, big enough for the entire Inner Circle to live in and there still be plenty of space. It was no longer a speck in your vision, rather a monster looming over you, so tall that the sun had disappeared behind it.

A small garden lay at the forefront, recently tended to given the discarded gloves and the water can to its side. Notes of lilac and jasmine floated around you and you inhaled it, it was nothing compared to Azriel's scent, or Eris' for that matter, but it still made you feel peaceful, protected.

The handle warmed over your touch, clicking unlocked and pinging open. Intricately woven rugs and abstract artworks welcomed you, the space was open plan, open books law strewn against the floorboards, blankets had been left draped over the backs of the armchairs, embers crackled in the recently dead fireplace. Something was telling you that this wasn't just any home. It was yours, or used to be at least.

Standing in the centre of the room, you glanced downward at the pages of the books beneath you, faintly recognising the images drawn onto the surface but not enough for you to know what they were.

"Y/N?" You whipped your head around to find a woman who looked the same age as you, but who actually knew how old you were? She was dressed in a black velvet dress, golden skin, thick waves of onyx and violet eyes that were brimming with tears of relief, "You're back?"

"What?"

The woman frowned, cocking her head to the side as she examined you, you never wore dresses, especially not ones that hung from your body like that. She examined your skin, the blood that had stained the fabric atop your abdomen, then your eyes, eyes that were usually confident and sure but now were nothing more than confused and lost.

"Do you know who I am? Where you are?"

You shook your head slowly but didn't move, only watching her shout another name, one that made warmth pool in the pit of your stomach, and you waited until that named joined the pair of you. Silvery blonde hair with pale rose streaks, sharp features and caramel eyes, wearing a jacket that had a familiar phrase sketched onto the back.

Through love, all is possible.

There was something odd about the way they shimmered, like they were really there but also weren't in a sense.

The blonde peered at you through her lashes, her neck tattoo of a horned, grinning wolf rippling as she gulped. The two women couldn't have been more different in looks, the dark haired woman was the personification of grace, and the blonde was rough, like she had lived through a thousand battles and could tell a million tales. You had a feeling that she had actually.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

The blonde approached you, her calloused fingers curled around your wrists and you all sat down on the seating area that needed a bit more care put into its appearance, "I'm Danika, and that's Selene. We're your friends. We all live here."

The raven-haired one, Selene, smiled warmly at you, concern etched into her brows, "They said I'm the Mother? Is that true?"

Danika smirked, scoffing slightly as she said, "You're not the actual Mother, no. More of a personification of her, a reborn version of the original. You come from a world called Erilea." she explained and you nodded, allowing your eyes to drift around the room, finding serenity in certain areas of the home, by the stove in the kitchen and the bay window in the library.

"You left here to help Bryce and Ruhn, do you remember Bryce?" The despair in your face told them that you had no idea who Bryce was, "She's your friend, my best friend. They needed the help that only you could give."

"Why couldn't you help them?"

"Because we're dead," Selene admitted sadly, streaking her fingers through her waves, "You may not be the real Mother, or Urd, as they say in Lunathion. But you're much more powerful than she ever was."

"This place that we live in is a pocket universe that you created with your bare hands and pure soul, you brought us here when we died, when we had finally felt ready to move on into the afterlife and beyond."

Tilting your head at Selene, finding familiarity within her, you smiled fondly, "You're Rhys' sister?" The sound of her brother's name made tears flow down her face, and then she asked you how you knew that.

So you told them everything.

Everything from the moment you had woken up in Prythian in your armour with the glowing yellow centre and metallic talons on your fingers, armour that they had confirmed was your battle wear. You told them of living with Eris and Duke, how he had helped you to find your feet and cared for you, soothing your nightmares and placing love in your soul. You spoke of your nightmares and visions in vivid detail. You told them of how Eris had sent you to Velaris, the City of Starlight, and how Rhys had seemingly saw Selene in you.

"Rhys is incredible," you breathed, missing his comfort, "He has a mate now, a High Lady, Feyre. They have a son together, Nyx. They're beautiful."

You told them of Azriel, of his softness, of his doting encouragement and fearless flirting, of how he made you feel sane but fearless. You told them of how Cassian had revoked the pastry privileges until you agreed to train with him, they had laughed at that.

Then you spoke of the attack, of the two beings who had come to find you, who threatened Nyx. You spoke of how you killed them and nearly died yourself. And then the news that Amren had told you, everything that had brought you to the armchair where you sat, they knew.

"Is Bryce okay?"

Danika frowned, clearly worried, "I'm not sure. I hope she is. I'm hoping you saved them before you tumbled into Prythian. A world without Bryce isn't one worth living in."

"The runes," you raised your arms and allowed them to glisten in the light, "What are they?"

Selene took your hands, "Your power requires balance, control. There is no one in any universe that can rival you. You called them wyrdmarks, they were given to you when your power continued to manifest and grow, they help you to hone your abilities, without them you'd perish."

"Each one links to an aspect of your power," Danika pointed to the marred triangle on your wrist, a line split through the peak, "This one helps you to control water," she turned your hand over, "This one means that you can command the stars," her finger lay on the small of your back, "The eight pointed star here means that you are Starborn, not just one of them but the Queen," then her finger traced along the rune, or wyrdmark, curved along your collarbone, "This one is for your dragon."

"Dragon?"

Selene hummed, "You may be many things, Y/N. But before all of that, you were a Queen, a Queen of Dragons. Tia has missed you very much."

Tia.

"Tiamat is depicted in lore as a dragon with a fae-like alternate."

As if on queue, a shrieking roar sounded overhead followed by the thunderous flapping of wings that coated the house in flickering darkness. The ground rumbled, jolting as whatever it was landed on the ground outside. You couldn't understand how Selene and Danika seemed unbothered by it, like it was a common occurrence.

Something consumed you, and you bolted from the seat, rushing from the door and coming face to face with the shadow that had plagued your dreams.

Onyx scaled wings and deep violet eyes, skin the shade of the darkest night. Horns of silver and ripples of starlight appearing like veins on its surface.

A sultry dark voice infiltrated your mind.

You came back.

A soft gasp fell from your lips, the beast before you was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, ferocious but elegant, a perfect rendition of terror and serenity.

"You called."

Flickering images poured into your head, the rippling gates of oceanic starlight in your mind finally opening and flooding you with millions of memories. Memories of love and laughter, of blood and screams, of ferocious roars and the clashing of metal, of tears and anguish, but most of all, memories of the mission you had embarked upon. The mission that still laid bare and unfinished in the palm of your hands.

"How?"

Tia craned her neck, her large head hovering before you, knowing that despite the memories flooding down your shared consciousness and into your mind, you still had a long way to go before you were ready to be you again. Sniffing the air, she caught the scent of your blood and slowly lowered herself to your abdomen, exhaling wisps of curling starlight to the location, and you felt the pain subside into nothingness.

We share a soul, you and I. Our memories are shared. We are one.

"I'm not ready."

I know. When the time is right, I know you will be.

Authors Note

It's getting hot in here...

Part Seven will be on it's way, I'm on a city break from Sunday so it'll be next week for the next part x

Taglist

@acourtofbatboydreams @glitterypirateduck @isaxbella749 @aactuaaltraash @blackgirlmagicforever @imma-too-many-fandoms @b1ravenclaw @tsumsamu @donttellthecats @glaciuswduo @mybestfriendmademe @daardyrnitta @cleverzonkwombatsludge @sevikas-whore @yourmumsdumptruck @saltedcoffeescotch @rogersbarnesxx @thebeautifulmysteriesoflife @edance2000 @lilah-asteria

(Sorry if I missed anyone x)