#either way i'll cherish all of mine forever

[greyias]

Oh c'mon devs, don't torture everyone by accidentally releasing unfinished assets into the live game.

[kalki-tarot]

LOVER — Their Secret Desires 🖤

@kalki-tarot

pick only one picture that call you out the most.

In this reading I'll tap into your lover's energy and their desires related to you. This does not apply for crushes. But can be applied when both parties are in love with eachother and aware about each other's feelings of love.

This reading is just for fun & entertainment purposes and i am not responsible for any decisions you make on behalf of this reading.

Pick a pile masterlist 🖤✨️

Pile 01

Knight of Swords, the magician, Nine of pentacles, the Sun, Three of wands, king of wands, king of cups, death, knight of wands, ace of cups

They want to do adventurous things with you, like sneaking out or exploring and unknown city at night. They definitely have a lot of passion for you in their heart and they may not express it most of the times. But their feelings are very intense and spontaneous for you.

They want to build and empire with and for you. They want to make you the King/Queen of it. Like they wanna provide you everything you need. And will let you rest while they do the work. They see you as their team. And they like it when you both work together.

They want to travel to new places with you. They definitely want to create something with you, maybe a business or smth?

They want to control you (in 18+ way) and take charge of you. They can be very dominating and you may like it very much.

If you haven't met this person yet, then they want to meet with you while traveling. Or if you're in a long distance relationship, they want to travel to you and just hug you when you both meet.

They want to take you on dates. They want to get vulnerable with you while having a drink or smth late at night. This person is very romantic and kind. They want to give you small but meaningful gifts that you'll want to cherish forever.

If you're an introvert or a socially awkward person, then they want to help you get out of your comfort zone and they'll help you approach new people and make new friendships.

Whenever this person is at a social gathering, they feel alone at times and they just think of you all the time. I'm also getting that they want you to notice them only, in the crowd when other people are around. They can get a lot possessive sometimes. I just heard "You're mine. Back off" lol. They're very cute and possessive.

Pile 02

5 cups, justice, the chariot, the tower, the hanged man, three of pentacles, queen of cups, knight of pentacles, 4 of wands

I sense a very mature kind of energy from this person. Either they are emotionally mature or they're just elder than you and have more experiences in things. This person would fight anyone who makes you sad. Like seriously, they're gonna fight and argure for you till the end. They don't like to see you sad basically.

They sometimes wish if they could just drag you out of the hell you've been living in for a while. But they can't do anything against life's circumstances. If you're stuck in life and don't know what to do, they would like to help you out very dearly.

If you do something mischievous then they're gonna act like your mom and scold you in a very cute snd funny way. 😂 They think you're childlike and innocent but your actions are very cute and devilish lol.

It's a secret but they like it when you take care of them very lovingly. They like it when you let them put their head in your lap for a while to let them rest. 🥺 They think you are a very delicate and soft hearted person who loves everything and everyone purely. They also like it if you're into things like tarot or occult. They like your mysterious nature and they find it very interesting.

They wanna marry you, straight up. They think you'd make such a good wife/husband. They love you and want to live a happily ever afterwards with you. They also want to have a family with you. Very warm and loving.

Pile 03

5 of swords, knight of swords, three of swords, king of swords, queen of wands, two of pentacles, 2 of cups

Lot's of air sign energy pile 3! What i sense is that they want to fight for Dominance in bed like very playful energy. They wanna jump in the bed with you and wrestle with you and tickle you.

They wanna win against you but when the see your sad and pouty face, they'll let you take the charges ;) I also feel as if they wanna sweep away all your sad experience and thoughts from your mind by being funny or cracking funny jokes.

And I get 18+ energy which I can't describe here so sorry for that.

I sense competitiveness from you guys lol like you both are ready to fight and challenge each other in a playful way. Very lively couple! You both like to go with the flow.

Deep down they know that you're their lifetime partner and they can't let you go because you are the best for them and they may not always express it but they surely love you and see you as their equal counterpart.

They wanna get vulnerable with you and tell you their deep down insecurities and they hope that you won't use it against them. They trust you with their feelings very much though they may not tell that directly to you.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART FOUR

i'll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

you're not here to play with the locals.

question, kill, then move on.

fail her at your peril.

were i not merciful, i would slice the skin clean from your meat.

i am nothing if not merciful.

tell me: why shouldn't i run you through this instant?

you are nothing until i tell you otherwise.

nothing even approaching a useful thought in that skulll.

it costs me nothing to spare your sorry life.

i required your silence and you made me a mockery.

save your anger for the enemies.

i will skewer the jeretic with his own silver sword.

don't trust a word out of her mouth.

you were supposed to rush to my defense.

fat lot of good you are.

she could shoot fireworks out of her backside for all i care.

i don't know what just happened any more than you do.

not my usual quarry, not my usual ally.

your faith is your own concern, not mine.

i didn't think you'd react so pragmatically.

in the future, i expect you to be honest.

as if mingling with a horde of goblins wasn't bad enough.

let's do what we have to, then get out of here.

let's not linger in this place any more than necessary.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing.

you bore the pain like a true believer.

i don't think i have the stomach for this.

this place was supposed to be abandoned.

a joy to see a familiar face in such a precarious setting.

a fine mess you landed yourself in.

how better to learn the ways of a people than to live among them.

one should cherish all of nature's bounty, but goblin guts are quite far down the list.

you're a true friend of nature, or perhaps a lunatic.

it's unbecoming to demand honorifics from the one who saved my hide.

you weren't speaking lightly when you said you needed help.

that doesn't mean i can't help.

you have my sincere sympathies.

the magic used is beyond me. it's either not of this world, or so ancient as to be lost to even nature's memory.

the natural order must be protected.

there's no order anymore, only chaos.

chaos is welcome in doses.

i'm practically an expert.

you're either an excellent storyteller or you've experiences something quite exceptional.

i'd be irresponsible not to debunk such a strange claim.

i cannot trust my own mind.

there is great potential within you.

you're looking for solutions in the wrong places.

if we work together, we may turn this around.

until it is found, i will take something precious from you every hour that passes.

silence now, or i will silence you forever.

he's been resilient, but he'll talk.

i will have an explanation, or your head.

i do not wish to spill blood here.

come daylight, we will find a place to end this.

you can accept you're wrong, or we'll be rid of you permanently.

you had every chance to look the other way.

you chose this.

don't expect to be mourned.

she's a liability.

thieves aren't afforded such luxuries.

loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won't you?

imagine what we might achieve if we channeled some of that hostility back at our real foes instead of each other.

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

MASTERLIST/PLAYLIST/PICS

Chapter 6

"What are you talking about? We aren't just going to stop seeing each other." Neteyam was flabbergasted by this request.

Her voice started quivering for reasons she didn't understand. How long had she known this boy, a few weeks? "I like you, Neteyam. If you have to-- want to-- pick someone else to be your Tsahik, that's fine-"

"Maybe you will be my Tsahik," he blurted. She had no idea how incredibly vulnerable he was being. He was asking her to be with him. He was proposing her to be his mate.

Though, she never in a million years thought he could be being serious. He was obviously grasping at threads. "Be realistic, Neteyam. Your family would sooner arrange my murder."

His chest ached at what he interpreted as her rejecting him. But he cared too much for her, enjoyed her presence too much, to let her slip away. If she would not accept his offer of forever, he could settle on having her just for now.

"Please, Leyra." He grasped her hands in his. "Even if you will not be my Tsahik, we still have a year. Please, please, don't give up the time we do have."

She didn't like hearing him so desperate. "Neteyam-"

"No, no, wait. I have something for you." He tried to distract her, to remind her of all the good parts of him and not of his obligations. He pulled the gift out of the small pouch in his loincloth.

Leyra made the mental connection as he slipped the bracelet on her wrist, her eyes flitting to his necklace. Just as she suspected, it was missing a row of beads.

She knew what a big gesture of affection this was.

"Neteyam." Her tone was serious, almost scolding. She reached out to touch his neck garment. "Why did you maim your necklace like this?"

"I wanted you to have something of claim on you. This should ward off all the other scrawny loser boys for a while."

She rolled her eyes. "Right, because I have masses of guys chasing after me at all times."

Eyebrows furrowing, he commented, "You should. If only they knew what they were missing! Actually, wait, no. Never mind. I prefer things the way they are; no competition."

She sighed, contemplating his earlier request to try to cherish their remaining time. After a pause that seemed to stretch on forever for Neteyam, she said, "How am supposed to enjoy you when I know you are not mine, hmm?"

He sighed, confused by the girl's feelings when she had just turned down his mating offer. "I don't like it either, but I don't want to lose you."

She pressed their foreheads together and Neteyam's heart faltered in its rhythm. He closed his eyes, willing the moment to last.

"Let's enjoy it while we can, right?" She relented.

"Yes." He seconded instantly, happy to hear her agreement.

And so they continued on with their afternoon, now enjoying everything more after realizing their time is limited.

They went for another ikran ride, and Neteyam took the peaceful route this time. He took them someplace he knew no one would spot them.

They didn't speak many words but communicated much based on how tightly they held on to each other.

At one point while coasting, Neteyam intertwined his fingers with Leyra's. She squeezed his hand and looked up at him to find him watching her and not where he was flying.

"Eyes on the sky, 'Teyam. If we hit something or crash land, I'll kill you." She hadn't thought twice about saying the nickname out loud when she usually only calls him that in her head.

Neteyam's ears perked up and his tail swished. He certainly thought twice about it. More than that, in fact. What did she mean by this? She had rejected his mating proposal less than an hour ago, and now she was giving him cute nicknames that made his heart swell?

"Yes, ma'am," He teased at her authoritarian request. She smiled and he was proud to be the cause.

She breathed in the crisp mountain air and leaned back into him, closing her eyes in peace. He didn't mind, and wrapped the arm that had their hands intertwined around her torso.

Soon, Neteyam knew he had to get back before people came looking for him. "I hate to disturb your pretty self, but I have to get back about now."

She sighed and opened her eyes, a frown weaving its way into her features. "Okay. Drop me off at the cave? I'd ask you to drop me off at camp, but I don't think you want us being seen together."

Neteyam's eye flinched. She was right; he had been successfully avoiding his parents finding out about him hanging around her. He wanted to cherish her while he could, before the wrath of his family fell upon them. "Yeah... Maybe that would be better."

She was heartbroken by his confirmation of her fears. He was ashamed to be hanging around with the freak. How had she ever convinced herself otherwise?

"Yeah, thanks," she managed, swallowing away the lump forming in her throat.

He dropped her at the cave entrance, kissing her forehead. His hand lingered on her cheek longer than he should have let it. She made it clear, she did not want to be his Tsahik.

She took this with pain. She wanted him more than he could ever understand, but she loved him too much to ask him to be with her. He was all she wanted but he could never be hers. Every possible odd was against them, and she didn't think he cared enough for her to try to fight against them.

She watched him fly away as eclipse approached, and her father landed above the waterfall not soon after.

"Daughter? What happened? Are you hurt?" Her father asked, circling around her and looking her over.

She didn't understand why he reacted this way. "What? No, I'm- I'm fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

What? She swiped her cheek, and sure enough, there were tears dripping down her skin. "Oh, I..."

He waited for her to continue.

"I'm fine. It's nothing, father. Let's go home?"

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[boltslutters]

Are all your ocs robots in some way? Or I guess what species would you classify them as (for the non tf ones)? 

Nope! They might look like it, but a large portion of my ocs are anthro dragons because my writing started as a wof au and it'll cherish those roots goddamnit. And some of the more robotic ones too aren't man-made, so it's like a flavor of biological. As for species, 90% of them are made up for this world specifically. Of the ones in the image, the non-man-made-robot and organic/semi-organic species are:

Illizyka's species isn't named, but she's a void-corrupted creature that uses a metal body to be able to interact and operate in any world as sol pleases.

Don't have much on this gal's species, but it's bug-like with a chitinous exoskeleton.

9H7R-A (Niesserae)'s species is the closest to organic machine I have. They are specifically lab-grown and designed to keep a highly mechanical and technically precise civilization running essentially forever.

I think this guy is mechanical, but he sure as shit doesn't stay that way for long.

Peyon is part of a race of mortals who compliment and worship their gods. They're small, mammalian, and are trait-dependent to which god/arcana they live in. Doll is their sentient doll based off an old sona of mine.

Don't remember this guy. Think their species is semi-mechanical

This guy is completely mechanical, but wasn't built by mankind, instead, by a self-sustaining mechanical race of quadrupeds I call Cyclers due to wheels they hold on their body magnetically. (there's actually lots of more ocs of this species, but they have distinct beaked snouts instead of strict triangle and I was not going to subject myself to more torture than I had too).

Rose, Thunder, & Torus are all members of a species of insanely powerful but insanely empathic species that runs the dominant governmental body of the main world. Torus was on a diplomatic mission, had too much of their old power and was too empathetic. Through accident, they became an amnesiac and through their empathetic powers, latched onto the memories and emotions of the local populous, and ended up believing they were a member of said species and would live on before someone figured out.

Killjoy, Toizon, Heron, Guziel, Datar, Banott, Stung, & Professor Tebya are all pat of a race known as Ermista or Ista depending on how badly I cringe at the name Ermista. They're a race of bug/bird-like bipeds who completely lack sexual dimorphism, live on a planet with a sun that hates them, and has a metamorphosis where they get their wings.

Of any race here, Ermista have the most lore and culture, such as most Ermista who live up north tend to live in small villages. Most know how to hand-weave fabric, as they make a flag they put into the ground to mark where they're cocooning (they go through metamorphosis unground), then carry that flag through the rest of their lives as a mark of identity and a sort of right of passage. They have different systems of magic and those systems interact differently with each other (although some are more fleshed out than others). They don't have a dominant sex and don't really exercise gender roles at all.

This one's a god. He could use a philosophy class about pain.

These two are creations of that god (called Paragons), designed to be perfect, never rot, and never suffer, and essentially lead the happy lives he never got to.

Ionize is also a member of that same species, just far, far into the future after Titatiaraum is dead and members of his perfect race have since either left, evolved, and otherwise altered.

I've almost forgotten everything but I do remember her species was pretty short compared to everyone else.

I'll save these because you mentioned them in another ask ;)

Another god, this one turned mortal willingly and got to watch his god-siblings tear themselves to shreds.

Part of a race of immortal beings that rot into animals, and grow back/heal into trees. I suppose this guy also needs to be included too

Yet another god, this sucker's puppeting a mechanical body though

Semnastica and Mourana are both members of the same species, Semnastica being male and Mourana being female. They're both quadrupeds and have powers because they hatched under blood moons because I made Semnastica when I was 14 at most. (I'm thinking about making these two's species (or Xulanium's) predecessors of the race Torus disguises as and later amnesias themselves into.

I THINK Salisun was supposed to be a fusion of a Cycler and something else organic, but he's also 90% aesthetic.

I've never figured out how to flesh out her species or Ouna herself, but they've got goo for hair and horns. That's coincidentally the only goo-species I've ever made. Huh.

Don't have many details on his species but they were somewhat civilized warrior-cats style and built little huts despite being quadruped.

No details on Mono, they're 100% aesthetic.

These two are the member of the same species and they're small and fluffy and have only one sex. They're also fluffy.

While Bypin is a pure machine, built by "man" and a full robot, I want to highlight them because they're one member of a race of centaur dragon tanks, who live on a planet in the same System as the Ermista, but closer to their hateful sun god that frequently sends down increasingly disturbing bird-angels to destroy all life on its planets (its planets are its children so its like fleas on your child). The race on that planet stays mostly underground until they developed the technology to remove their souls and place them in mechanical bodies they can use to fight back (Remizular is an example of a member of that race who was once organic, but later became tank (I lost their redesign that account deletion comes back to bite me in the ass)).

(Honestly, tank dragon centaurs are really cool FIGHT ME)

OKAY. I CAN'T ADD ANY MORE IMAGES SO THAT'S ALL YOU GET.

There are a few more species that don't have triangular faces and don't have characters in them as like, prey or purely animalistic species. I really need to focus on that side of it more wtf.

[i-myeoni-blogs]

THE CREEPY BOOK GIRL

Pairing - Non-Idol Hongjoong x Reader x Non- Idol Yeosang

Word Count - 2599

Warning - Break down, depression, illusion, emotional transport, hurt, heartbreak

Genre - Angst, Delusional Reader, For general audience

Summary - She wanted him to stay but he was slipping off her mind. When you had your world properly constructed, it came crashing down with twice the pain and hurt. But what if he's not actually gone?

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He was leaving, not just for a few days like he used to, but for good. Slowly slipping away from Y/N's life, Matz, her strongest support and unwavering pillar, was leaving, and for reasons she couldn't fathom or maybe she didn’t want to. He insisted it was the right thing to do, but Y/N longed for him to stay. Desperation filled her as she clutched his neat white collars, attempting to halt his departure. Perhaps, if she held onto him tightly enough, he wouldn't go. However, Matz managed a painful smile and delicately wrapped his fingers around her wrists.

"Don't cry, princess. I hate it when you cry, I don't want this either.”

"Then, don't leave," Y/N's voice barely audible, tugged at Matz's heartstrings as she pleaded for him to stay.

“You have no idea how badly I wish I could stay with you, but it's not possible," Matz whispered, gently moving a palm to cup Y/N's face.

“Why not, be with me like you had been always?”

"That's not how it works, pretty. Even if I wanted to, I can't stay here with you," he explained, softly stroking her cheeks as if she were a delicate, fragile thing that might shatter if he wasn't careful. "You know, when I first saw you, I just wanted to keep you to myself in this library, your library. You accepted me no matter what, welcomed me into your heart. But now I’m slipping out of your mind, I’m not sure how long I'll stay there, but I can't stay with you."

As the realization of their impending separation settled in, the library, once a haven for their shared moments, now echoed with the silence of goodbye.

Y/N remained silent, not uttering a word. She simply sat there in hushed stillness, gazing into his eyes. Within them, she caught the shimmering reflection of the crackling fire in the nearby fireplace, casting a gentle radiance upon their shared space. As she held onto the quiet moment, she attempted to etch his image into her memory – the contours of his face, the distinctive nose, and the strands of his beautiful hair that gracefully framed his features.

No matter how peculiar it might have seemed to others, she cherished the way he consistently dressed himself in a suit, whether it was day or night. His fingers adorned with a simple silver ring became a source of comfort for her, a small, tangible connection. She often found herself idly toying with it, a ritual that brought a subtle ease.

His distinct features and the almost otherworldly, angelic glow he emitted were things she found hard to believe at times. Amid their shared silence, a wave of sadness swept over her. The familiar details that once brought Matz now carried a bittersweet weight, an intense reminder of him slipping away.

"Look at me," Matz gently raised her face to meet his gaze, the one she usually kept hidden behind glasses. Her eyes held a world of emotion that he cherished, as if they carried the weight of the entire universe. "I wish I could wrap you in my arms, feel your warmth, and share a love that lasts forever, but I can't. I long to be yours and have you as mine. The sound of your infectious laughter, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your hair danced in the breeze—they're all etched in my mind like memories from a bygone era. Yet, destiny has other plans for us. The moments we shared are confined to the pages of the past.

Your genuine smile tugs at my heart, making me imagine a life we could build together. Unfortunately, things can't work out for us. It hurts to admit that I can't give you the happiness you should have. You're worth more than just existing in the limits of these pages; you deserve something authentic, something real." Matz sighed, a heavy feeling in his chest as he accepted that they had to part ways. The unspoken sadness stayed in the air, like the echo of a sad song that couldn't find its end.

Matz gazed at Yeosang, a wistful smile playing on his lips. “Yeosang is the right person for you. He'll always be there for you; offering the love and support you deserve. He's ready to cherish and love you in ways I cannot. It's strange how I felt a bit jealous when I sensed Yeosang getting closer to taking my place in your thoughts. Now, I get it – he's the one who truly complements you, not me. He's the one who should have you, not me. I love you deeply, my princess, more than I can express in words. I wished so much for our story to be real, for us to exist in the tangible world. But how can it be real when I'm just a creation of your imagination? How can it be true when I'm not even real? A character in the novel of your thoughts, unable to break free into the reality I yearned for. But the cruelest irony lies in the fact that I am a shadow, as much as I long for it, our love can never be more than the beautiful illusion it is.”

"What do you mean, Matzy?" Y/N asked, tears streaming down her face.

Matz took a deep breath and gently held her face, their foreheads touching. "I hate to say this, my love, but the beautiful story that we created for the past 10 years is a dream. And it's not fair for me to keep you trapped in these pages. You deserve a fantastic life, and I can't give that to you. I've held onto you for too long; it's time for me to release my grip. It's time for you to move on, Y/N. Please, allow me to go. Please.”

"No," Y/N whispered, clinging tightly to Matz's collar. Her heart ached with the weight of his words.

"Please, allow me to go," He whispered quietly, slowly disappearing like a distant memory, leaving Y/N holding onto just a book. Her sobs resonated in the emptiness as she tearfully bid farewell to the once-beautiful world she inhabited. In a methodical manner, she tore pages from the book, letting them drift into the fireplace while expressing her grief through anguished screams.

Each tear marked the removal of the shared moments with Matz, erasing his presence from her life. The flames devoured the remnants of their story, turning his existence into ashes. She observed with pain as the pages turned to ash in the fireplace, fulfilling Matz's wishes. Eventually, she surrendered to despair, releasing the final remnants of her feelings for him.

Her eyes filled with tears until she couldn't see clearly, and she crumpled under the weight of sadness. Even though she felt crushed by sorrow, she never actually fell to the ground. Yeosang, who saw Y/N releasing her love, gently pulled her close, holding her in his arms and taking her to a more comforting place. Y/N had to make a tough choice, and Yeosang understood that. He promised to never let her get lost in her own illusions. He vowed to keep her safe.

It's been a year since that tough time when Y/N had to say farewell to her first love, whom she cherished for a decade. Moving on to a new life without Matz was a real challenge. Being alone was hard, but Yeosang did his best to keep her safe.

Y/N went through therapies for a few months, crying at night over the love she had lost. With multiple sessions, medication, and constant support from Yeosang, she slowly began to heal. After eight tough months of rehab, she finally started to let go.

She kept reading new books and stories, mostly written by Yeosang. Maybe it was because of that one incident that happened recently, still vivid in her memory. Panic set in as she desperately searched for Matz everywhere, calling his name with no response. Yeosang, who had just intended to visit her, discovered her in a terrible state. He abandoned everything to hold her, attempting to offer comfort. However, she cried loudly, flailing her arms to escape his embrace.

Yeosang, patient and gentle, took control, firmly holding Y/N's shoulders to make her look at him. His eyes betrayed fatigue and pain; all he wanted was to provide Y/N with the comfort she once had with Matz, but he was failing.

"I’m forgetting him, Yeosang. I don’t remember how he looks anymore," Y/N cried and whispered. It shattered Yeosang's heart to witness her in such agony.

The memory of Matz was fading from her mind, the world she had constructed within her head crumbling. Yeosang found himself in a state of turmoil.

On one hand, he was relieved that Y/N was emerging from her emotional transportation and the world of illusion. On the other hand, he felt a deep sadness observing her shattered state – her swollen, red eyes, unkempt hair, and malnourished appearance. She seemed caught in a cycle of self-inflicted pain.

"Y/N, please, hear me out," he spoke gently, his own eyes filled with tears, but she remained silent, tears flowing down her face. Yeosang tried to console her with kind words, but she stayed unresponsive.

"Yeosang, I'm forgetting him. I can't recall his face, his voice, or how he felt. Why, Yeosang?" Y/N cried, questioning. Yet, how could Yeosang respond when the person she spoke of never truly existed?

He gently let go of Y/N's shoulders and hurriedly pulled out some papers from his bag, resembling a rough draft. Silently, he handed them to Y/N, pain evident in his eyes. Yeosang, in every way, was beautiful, with a birthmark on the right side of his head adding to his charm.

Then, he spoke, "Y/N, I can't bring back what you've lost. I know Matz was your solace, your escape from the harsh realities of this world. I can't change the world, but I promise to run away with you, to shape the world as you desire. I'll stand by you as your support forever, even if it means living with Matz's memory. I will." Y/N stopped crying and looked at him intensely, as if etching his face into her memory.

As Y/N gazed at him, she could feel the pain within him. Yeosang had been by her side since the difficult incident, never leaving her alone. Even during moments of overwhelming fear, he clung to her as if his life depended on it.

Inside, Y/N blamed herself for not realizing Yeosang's kindness. Why hadn't she valued the efforts he had made over the past five months? Maybe she had been too focused on Matz, but Matz had encouraged her to find her Matz.

"But Y/N, all I want is a chance. Let me be in your world, let me be the one to protect you. I want to be the person you see every day, the one who becomes a part of your story and helps create our own. I want you to remember my face when you read again." His voice carried a silent plea, begging for her to say yes, and Y/N could sense that. She didn't know if her happiness was with Yeosang, but she nodded, desperate to give a face to her soulmate.

"Will you read to me every day?" Y/N asked softly, her voice slightly rough from crying, as she gently touched Yeosang’s features. A faint discoloration on her ring finger was visible, a mark left from keeping the tied thread that she had called the ring Matz had given her.

The thread was gone, but the mark remained. Yeosang looked up, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation in Y/N's eyes. Finding none, he nodded slowly, offering a brief smile, and tenderly embraced her in a comforting hug that conveyed, "I'll always be here for you."

Now, they walked quietly along the pedestrian path, Y/N cherishing the peaceful silence with Yeosang. He was different—quiet, yet his gaze suggested a willingness to navigate whatever connection they shared. Y/N responded with equal enthusiasm, her ring finger adorned with a beautiful band with Yeosang and her initials.

Gradually, memories of Matz became a distant echo, a cherished relic tucked away in Y/N's mental keepsake box. She found happiness and looked animated, even drawing people to her library who appreciated her newfound vibrancy. True to his word, Yeosang read her his own stories every night, holding her close as she drifted off to sleep, comforted by his presence.

Y/N seemed to be moving forward. She had created her new world with Yeosang, she gave a face to the soulmate she craved for and he was Yeosang.

But for how long?

"What's on your mind?" Y/N inquired as they strolled together, holding hands. Yeosang grinned to himself and chuckled before gazing at Y/N.

"I was thinking about our next date."

"Yeosang, our first date isn't over yet."

"I know, but I keep pondering about us all the time." Yeosang shared, gently squeezing Y/N's hand. A warm blush colored both of their cheeks. "Alright, what do you feel like having for dinner? Maybe some chicken?" Yeosang suggested, scanning the endless street. However, he received no response; they had slowed down. Perplexed, he turned to find Y/N in a state of shock, gazing ahead and walking with a slow pace.

Y/N gazed at a man along the sidewalk carrying a guitar on his back, handing out flyers and shouting, "Come to our show, it's tonight." Yeosang noticed Y/N frozen in shock, stopping in her tracks. She simply stared at the man, her eyes welling up with tears. Unsure of what to do, Yeosang stood in front of her, gently taking both her hands and asked, "What happened?"

"Matz," Y/N uttered, a name unheard for the past eight months. It was a name Yeosang never expected to hear again, but he was wrong. As the words left her lips, Yeosang's heart shattered. He had worked hard to help her move on, but now it seemed they were back to where they started.

"Y/N, Matz wasn't real. He isn't here," Yeosang insisted with determination.

"Yeosang, Matz…" Y/N said, pointing at the man who now looked back at them with a puzzled expression. Yeosang felt helpless; Y/N was calling a random man Matz. What was he supposed to do when he had never seen Matz before? It was merely Y/N's imagination. Lost in his thoughts, the man approached them, extending a pamphlet. Y/N stared at him intently but remained silent.

"Come to our concert tonight, it's happening in the nearby park," the man said with a smile. Y/N recognized that smile—it was Matz's. Same face, same voice, same smile. How was this possible?

"We'd appreciate it," Yeosang said, taking the pamphlet and leading Y/N away. She allowed herself to be pulled, glancing back one last time. No, she couldn't be mistaken. It was him, her Matz.

The man continued to stare at her with a puzzled expression. A taller man joined him, noticing Y/N's reaction. "Who was she?" he asked.

"I don't know. She just kept staring at me, so I gave them the pamphlet," the man replied, chuckling sadly.

"Weird people," the taller man mumbled, sporting a tattoo on his neck. Turning to a group of passing teenagers, he invited them to the show. "Hey, come to our performance tonight. We'll rock the metals."

Curious, a boy took the pamphlet. "By what name do you guys go?"

"We are Matz," they said in unison.

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Diary Entry 2/22

5:55 PM

Tia sent me a letter thanking me for coming over! I'm glad my compliments went down well. Maybe we can be friends after all? She gave me a pet bird and I will cherish him forever (I named him Petry). He and the tall Sproid can keep each other company, they're already chirping together and it's so cute~!

Mom sent me a housewarming gift, a chaise lounge (I think that's what it was called). So mature...not really within my taste, so I decided to keep it for a future gift! I knew mom wouldn't mind. I ended up giving it to Flo, who seemed really upset that Rodney insulted her place (and bragged that she was rich in the same breath). Either way, she looked really excited about it and I got a pine chair in return!

6:00 PM

Fuchsia claims the beautiful ordinance is in effect, and it definitely shows! There are flowers everywhere, I'll have to buy myself a watering can soon to see if I can encourage some to grow around my house! That was always my mom's specialty, not mine, but, it's about time I gave it a try. It makes me curious about the mayor, he must be a nature lover himself. But, I don't miss pitfall seeds! I just fell into my first one since moving in, and when I came back home my pants were all muddy!

6:44 PM

Marcel asked me to catch some ocean fish for him. I'm still pretty rusty, but I managed to catch a squid after hours of effort. I almost gave up but it was worth it! He gave me a chef's outfit, which reminds me of what mom used to wear when she worked at the cafe. She made the best pancakes anywhere! I miss those days, and they aren't even that far behind me. This is weird, but surely it won't always feel this way, right?

Shortly after putting it on, Fuschia bought my bitterling and Marcel my goby, so clearly it's a good luck item! I hope it makes it rain, that'd be a gyroid paradise!

7:00 PM

Moving is hard, huh?

Rodney asked me to make a huge decision. He said he wanted to move, and I didn't have the heart to tell him to stay. I know what it feels like to need a new start, and he's been here much longer than I have, so. Thinking about it now, maybe I was being too selfish.

On the bright side, I also found Fuchsia having a conversation with Flo about learning a "special move". They then started talking about strange markings...I didn't quite follow, but it had me curious! If only I read more comics. I tried to play the part of the damsel with mixed results.

7:09 PM

To end my day, I pulled the bandaid off and finally paid my house mortgage! Starting tomorrow I'll be living in an actual house! Tia is letting me stay over at hers during construction, and I'm really looking forward to both! As intimidating as it is to start my new life. It's official, I'm a proper resident of Fon, house and all.

~ Cyril🌼

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover. 

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset. 

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end." 

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer. 

Kissing you never got old. 

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you. 

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you. 

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day. 

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted. 

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow." 

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy." 

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?" 

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night. 

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep. 

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words. 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you. 

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze. 

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too. 

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already." 

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way." 

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?" 

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything." 

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun. 

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall. 

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed. 

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening. 

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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Adult Fun

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @theweasleytwinsgirl: hi love, can i request a fred fic in which it is quarantine then reader and fred try do it but their baby keeps on crying, thanks love!

Warnings: smut in case you haven't figured this out, pouty Freddie is adorable af

A/N: My god, I actually loved this request a lot! And I really enjoyed writing it lmao

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Having a child with Fred was a blessing. The war was merciful enough to let you leave unharmed and years later you were lucky enough to have a baby of your own as you had dreamed for such long time.

Fred was an incredible father, no doubt, he was extremely caring and loving, showing a much softer side to your kid; one you'd never guess he had. But with the responsibility of raising a child came very limited time for you and Fred to relax, and it was understandable to say that your husband had become unusually moody over the past year since your baby was born.

Fred truly loved being a parent, but he really missed those passionate, intimate moments he used to share with you as his wife. He missed having your body trembling beneath him, he missed the feeling of your heated skin moving against his.

His need for you was growing stronger overtime and it had become terribly obvious when he started to walk around your house shirtless more often, pants hanging a little lower and hair messier than usual. But you couldn't really blame him; you'd been craving some adult time with your lover just as much as he did.

When quarantine struck, you handled it surprisingly well.

It was unpleasant to not be able to meet your loved ones for awhile, but at least you and Fred had more time to spend with each other. That's when his touches became lingering, more urgent and even slightly rough. Gentle caresses of your thighs and hips would turn into squeezing the soft flesh and chaste kisses would end with his tongue between your lips.

You hated to admit that the lack of intimacy was taking a toll on you as well. And unfortunately, baby naps weren't of enough time for you to catch up with what you both desperately wanted.

And that's why you tried very hard to keep yourselves busy while being stuck at home with your baby asleep upstairs.

Dozens of movies, TV shows, board games and even some poor cooking attempts which ended in a disaster, did nothing to help you and Fred in the months of a global pandemic and you ended up lying on the couch in your living room with absolutely nothing to.

"Merlin, I cannot possibly watch another episode," grumbled Fred, tossing the remote aside. "My head's about to explode."

You chuckled at his antic, but couldn't help but agree, "Honestly, mine too."

Your legs were nestled between Fred's long ones, head resting peacefully on his chest as he lazily ran fingers through your hair. You buried your face into the cotton of his red T-shirt and inhaled his characteristic scent of coffee and cedar, not planning to move away anytime soon. It had been exceptionally rare to be able to spend entire days simply cuddling your lover, but once quarantine happened, you often found yourselves snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas and you cherished those moments of seemingly eternal peace and security.

The way Fred tenderly caressed your sides up and down nearly caused you to fall asleep and you hugged him closer.

"You know what we haven't done in awhile?" Fred's low, groggy voice brought you back to consciousness. You slightly pulled away to look at him and sat between his legs.

After months of not having to run the shop, Fred didn't find it as necessary as before to make himself that presentable and his wild ginger hair now nearly reached his shoulders. But at the end, it was you who most enjoyed his messy, laid back look.

You lifted a hand to caress his cheek, thin stubble tingling your fingertips, and asked timidly, already having a vague idea.

"What?"

Fred involuntarily licked his lips and reached a hand to the collar of your thin shirt, gently slipping the hem down your shoulder to expose your bare neck and collarbones. His thumb traced patterns over the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon it, and you looked into his eyes, dark brown irises blown with desire which you hadn't encountered in a long time and made you shudder under his touch.

"It's been awhile since I last had you," he purred, the corners of his lips curling up in a dark smirk that immediately sent you into submission and had you craving. "Will you let me have you now, little girl?"

Your mind immediately wandered to your child.

"What about the baby?" you asked, worried.

"Nothing will happen as long as we're quiet," Fred shrugged, then switched back to his dominant persona and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Can you be quiet for me?"

A strangled moan tore from your throat before you managed to stop it, and you eagerly placed your legs on either side of your lover's lap, wrapping hands around his neck. Fred's grin grew wider at your neediness and his hands came down to greedily squeeze your hips and ass. He slammed his mouth onto yours, devouring your desperate whimpers and causing you to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. 

You rolled your hips against Fred's, hinting at how impatient you were, and he was more than happy to carefully lay you back on the couch and slip off your pajama shorts. His eyes stared at your black panties, undoubtedly damp at that point, and you could tell by his furrowed brow that Fred was already recalling all the things he'd planned to do to you for quite a long time.

"Darling, we have a lot of catching up to do," he breathed and ran a finger over your clothed core. It was warm and positively soaked, and Fred's mind went wild with uncontrollable hunger. His fingers tugged at the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs and legs, aiming to savor the moment before finally getting what he wanted.

The desire growing in his pants made it very clear that Fred needed release just as much as you did, so you let a hand wander down your body, giving him a show of your exposed pussy. You knew your game had worked when you earned a low growl from Fred, and he crawled between your legs, tongue wettening your swollen lips with one long lick.

"Fred..." you sighed and your head fell back, hands coming down to fist his ginger locks once again.

A cry from upstairs caused Fred to pull away.

You shared a knowing, slightly disappointed look. Fred groaned quietly, but rose to his feet nonetheless.

"I'll get it."

You lied back with a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling for the few extremely long minutes in which Fred was gone. You were relieved when the crying soon ceased, and you grinned widely as your lover crawled up to you, looking at you up and down.

"Where were we?" he asked smugly, smiling against your lips. You giggled into the kiss, arms grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers slyly playing with your folds and getting coated in your juices.

You bit back a low moan, buckling your hips up to create more friction. Fred's pace turned more urgent and he slipped two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your swollen clit in rapid circles. Your sighs turned into choked gasps and your thighs began to quiver.

That was exactly what Fred had missed so dearly. He missed seeing you in such a pure state of pleasure; the rising and falling of your chest, your puffed parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut from the unbearable euphoria. Fred had terribly missed being the one to make you feel ecstatic.

Soon the spark in your belly ignited and you came hard around Fred's fingers, biting into the back of your hand to muffle the filthy moans that threatened to escape. That was the moment when he found you most beautiful; natural, radiant and happy.

His patience was wearing thin at that point, his erection aching from the lack ot touch, and Fred quickly took off his pants and underwear. His thick cock was painfully hard, the red swollen tip already leaking precum, and the prominent vein from the underside had you longing to taste it.

Fred gave his length a few slow strokes and your mouth began to water.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting your lover to take you, and he nearly did, holding your thighs open to position himself at your entrance.

But the baby cried out again.

Fred cursed under his breath, the frustration finally taking over him for not being able to make love to you properly.

"I don't understand!" he whined, pulling back to sit on the couch. "It's not hungry, nor does it need a change of the diaper. What am I doing wrong?"

You moved closer to him and brushed a strand of ginger hair behind his ear. His pouty face both made you want to laugh and be sympathetic, and you gave him a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Chances are, it probably only needs a bit of some motherly charm to fall asleep."

Fred still seemed unsatisfied with having been interrupted after finally getting some alone time with you for the first time in what seemed like forever, but he didn't object as you put your clothes back on and left to check up on the baby.

However, before you walked up the stairs, you glanced at Fred over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk that immediately replaced the scowl on his face with a hungry expression.

"Give me a few minutes. And then I'm sucking you off."

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Jungkook

𝔞/𝔫: this chapter will be in Jungkook's POV, for anyone who is confused

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.09K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

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She's beautiful.

Not just on the outside, no more on the inside.

Closing my eyes, I remember the day I first heard her sing. The first time I ran into her in the hallway. The first time I was able to see her face. Watching her now, just a few feet away from me, I wonder if this is just a dream. I never thought there would be a time where I could feel this way about someone else. I never thought I would want to give everything just to make someone beside me smile.

"Yen?" As she looks up at me with those luminous bright eyes, I wonder if it's possible to become lost in them forever. "Will you sing with me?"

Her reaction, the way she seems to explode with shocked excitement, all makes my heart warm with a neverending bloom.

I wish these blossoms will never wilt.

"Really?" Her eyes sparkling with unspoken excitement, I can't keep the adoring smile from spreading on my cheeks. Biting my bottom lip, and struggling to refrain from pulling her into my arms and cherishing her the same way my heart already does, I nod. She nearly jumps out of the chair with excitement and I chuckle at the sight of her excitement.

Was it really that strange of a request?

Once she's gained her composure, she turns to me, nodding her head violently, and this time I can no longer keep it in. I laugh, reaching forward and pinching her nose between my two fingers. She doesn't seem to mind, just giggles herself, and pulls away rubbing at her nose as though she were a chipmunk.

Why does my heart feel this way every time I'm with her? Almost as though it were about to burst with an overwhelming amount of affection. I want to protect her, I want to hold her, I want to be the one she turns to when she needs help.

I want to be hers.

Is this what it feels like to fall?

"Do you know this song?" I ask, playing a few chords on a guitar I brought over a few seconds ago. Her eyes brighten as she recognizes the tune to the song, and gives me an acute look. I chuckle, before continuing the song, her eyes thoughtfully watching every move my fingers make across the strings. I wonder if she's trying to memorize the pattern, or if she's looking at me the same way I look at her.

When I start singing, I raise my eyes to hers, a connection sent straight to her and landing itself directly on her heart. Just as it was supposed to. She doesn't smile, she doesn't have to, she knows that looking at me, communicating through song is enough for me.

She waits for her turn to sing, and once she does, once our voices collide with the other in beautiful symphonic harmony, I try not to be lost within the world we are able to create together. Maybe it's strange to comprehend, maybe it's unheard of to understand, but singing with her it's almost as though our worlds have collided in a mixture of stars and galaxies. I can see her like I haven't been able to before, and she can see me in a way I've hardly shown anyone.

It's vulnerable, almost intrusive, but at the comfort of her eyes, the way she regards me with acceptance, I realize I have no reason to hide anything from her. I want to show her everything, the inner secrets to my heart. I want her to know my secrets, the way I feel, everything I have ever thought. I want her to hold it all within her heart and cherish it, accept it. I want to give her everything and let her know that she's never alone, not as long as I'm here, not as long as I'm close enough to hold.

With her, it's as though I lose sight of who I am, as though I'm found because without her I'm lost.

The song coming to a close, and with the connection between us timing out, I have the strange urge to cry. I don't want to let go, not yet. As her eyes meet mine once more, however, I find that I don't have to let go. I'm a part of her, and she's a part of me, in one way or another.

Maybe that's all I needed, just to be by her side.

As I strum the last note on the guitar, as our voices carry out until the only trace of the song is reverberating around the studio, I stay silent for the fear that any sound I make would destroy the stupor music had taken hold of us. She seems to understand the feeling and doesn't make a move to talk either. She just smiles, her eyes filled to the brim with warmth and emotion.

In the back of my mind, I wonder...

When was the last time music made me feel this way?

"You were right."

At her voice, I blink in surprise.

"About what?" She smiles at me before looking around at the studio. A place where both of us have an unspoken tie. A place that is nearly as important as the stage, perhaps even more so. This is the home of dreams, the starting point for anyone who ever wishes to perform. And now, it's the place where she will begin her journey.

"This is the birthplace of my dream."

I smile softly, at the way she soaks in the room, the way her eyes sparkle with the unknown opportunity, the unspoken future that she and every artist strives for. I can't help but be reminded of the first time I ever stepped foot into a studio.

The way everything felt so surreal, almost as though I were in a lucid dream. The fear and the underlying excitement. Things might not have been perfect, I was the least bit experienced, but they saw something in me. They saw some form of potential and promise, and they were willing to try their best to give me what I had been craving.

It was the start of a life I would never want to give up.

I wonder if the same is true for her.

All I know is that I'm going to try my hardest to give her the world she's been craving. I'll make sure she doesn't regret her decision. I'll give her everything, even if it's not enough.

I promise.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK! I'll be doing one of these little glances into the other members lives for their birthday so be looking forward to that ^^ Some might be in the past, some might be in the future (like this one which is like a preview for the chapters yet to come) but they'll all be in the members POV and this way we might understand what each of them are going through.

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I Do (Matt Simmons x Reader)

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Matt didn’t have many friends besides the team. Y/N didn’t want a big wedding. They both agree that they want a simple and small wedding. They both already got what they want, which is each other. So Rossi opens up his house for them to get married since he saw Matt as a son and he wanted to give his house as a wedding gift even though he still brought the couple a gift. Matt invited the team and his kids to come while Y/N invited some of her friends and family. Not a lot of people. It was small.

Y/N got a few of her friends from high school and the BAU ladies to help her get ready. “Oh I already know that Matt is just going to go crazy once he sees you,” Penelope said cheering. “Thank you, Garica” Y/n answered blushing, looking at herself in the mirror.

Once they were ready to walk down the aisle, Rossi volunteered to walk Y/N down the aisle since Y/N’s dad couldn’t make it since he was away for a job. When they got to Matt, who already had tears in his eyes, Rossi just pats Matt’s on the back and walked to his seat. “You look just beautiful” Matt whispered. “I got to keep up with my soon to be husband” Y/n replied, Matt just smiled and looked down. “I think it’s me who has to keep up,” Matt said, making Y/N smile wider.

“We’re here to celebrate something that rarely has ever been found. Which is true love. Matthew Simmons and Y/N L/N found and now are ready to bond together for eternity. Now I believe that the bride and groom wrote their vows.” The minister spoke looking at Matt and Y/N. They both nodded and took out their own papers.

Matt breaths and speaks.” I admire you. Simply because of your kind soul, tender heart, and a positive mindset. I especially appreciate your endearing sense of humor. I am ever so grateful for your love and selflessness. In return, I offer these promises. I promise you my everlasting devotion, my loyalty, and my respect. I promise to love you unconditionally and to grow with you in mind, body, and spirit. I promise to pray with you, to dream with you, to build a family with you, and to encourage you. I promise to share in your joys and sorrows and all that God has to offer us. You are my forever, my best friend, my dream come true, and now my wife. With these words and all the words of my heart, I marry you and bind my life to yours. Forever and always. I love you. At last, the day is finally here as we become husband and wife. Things always fall into place at the right time and the timing was perfect for us. Whatever happened the first time? Although I never told you, it didn't take me long to know that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. They say when you meet your soul mate you should feel calm, no anxiety, and no agitation. And your calmness is what gravitated me towards you from day one. I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me. You've taught me things and opened my eyes to see life so differently and clearly. You've shown me the meaning of love and have made me become so emotional yet strong at the same time. You forever have my heart, my soul, and my hand as we journey through this chapter called life together. I promise to love you, respect you, and cherish you forever. I'm so lucky to have found such a perfect person that I get to spend the rest of my life with. You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend. I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you. So tonight I give you my heart and vow to be the best partner in life and in love. I love you to the moon and back. I promise to hold your hand every night and never let us lose our spark. I promise to love you, to be your heart, to keep a flame alive for you in my heart. I promise to have the patience that loves demands, to speak when words are needed, and to share in the silence when they are not. I promise to be giving and forgiving; to make you laugh and to laugh at myself. I promise to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith. You are my guide to love, my every wish, and the person I want to grow old with. You’re my person. You just are. When you walked into my life, love walked in, too. Time is always on my side when I am with you.”

Y/N wipes her tears and grabs Matt’s hand. She started. “I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite, and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent. Your laugh is contagious. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow, and for eternity to come, to be my husband. Even when the day comes that we're old and gray, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you, and encourage you. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I'm the luckiest person on Earth to call you mine. I'm so proud that today I became your wife. I love you. I love the way you dance to make me laugh. I love that you always push my hair back when it's in my face. I love that I get a kiss from you every time we stop at a red light. I love that you're open to trying new things. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to never stop holding your hand. I promise to make sure I'm not just hungry when I get upset. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. Listen to you when you speak. I promise to join your laughter with my own and when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you, but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I choose you. I'll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, I'll keep choosing you. I used to never truly enjoy moments because I was always waiting for what's next. The next thing to happen. Kind of living life fast forward. Now that I have you, I enjoy the moment. Every moment. Today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but I already belong to you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I love you.”

By the end of it, everyone was crying. No one had a dry eye. “Well, I think that this is the part where I ask you a question” The minister spoke, making Matt and Y/N smile and nod. “Do you Matthew Simmons, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you part.” The minister looks at Matt. “I do,” Matt nods, smiling. “ Do you Y/N L/N, take Matthew Simmons to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you part.” he looked at Y/N. “I do” Y/N answer smiling. “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you to each other, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The minister spoke.

Matt quickly pulled Y/N in for a kiss and everyone started to cheer but Matt and Y/N could only focus and each other.

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Red Roses & Holly

Type: Feitan x reader (Spiders’ Way)

Prompt: Chokorēto Ngày lễ — A modern day Holiday celebrated by those who don’t celebrate Snow Goddess Day. These people will instead make Chocolates with flowers that express what they love and cherish about friends or family members. Ex: Chocolate bar with Sunflower petals says they love how happy or loyal that person is.

Author Note: This is a holiday special on the already written story called Spiders’ Way. Which you can check out in the normal masterlist Under “Spider family”. Also don’t use some of these flowers in real life to add to chocolate. I didn’t check if some of these were edible or not.

(Prompts & Rules) (Holiday Masterlist)

The chatter and joys of glee from children fill the school as the first bell rings. Even Kai himself is laughing along with his friends as they walk into their first class of today. Afterall, it was the last one until Winter break and Kai was actually excited.

Giving one last word to his friends, Kai sits down at his assigned seat. As he sits down, Kai chooses to fix his uncomfortable uniform as the teacher clears his throat to speak. “Children, Children, please quiet down now.”

Slowly, the chatter of the other kids in Kai’s class quieted down and the teacher continued speaking. “As everyone knows today, Thursday December 10, is our last day of school before we return back in the new year.”

A couple of cheers and high fives from the other students are heard before the teacher shushes them.

“Due to most students already finished with their studies and teachers just needing to enter grades, we have created a kind of school wide fun zone to keep everyone entertained.”

Kai and his friends look at each other grinning as the teacher goes row by row to pass out a map of the school. Looking at the map drawn, Kai sees different festive activities taking place in certain classrooms.

“Now please remember to be respectful, children. We don’t—“ The bell suddenly goes off. Usually it was to signal the change for classes but this time it was to allow children to start exploring their activities. “Well you can go but be safe!”

Kai opens the door for some of the girls in his class, some giggling as they pass, before leaving himself. As Kai walks in the hall he is suddenly hit lightly on the back.

“Hey Kai! Man, what are you thinking of doing?” Rye questions, swinging an arm on his friend’s shoulder.

“I bet we should go to the gym, there should be some sort of fun thing to be done.” Calvin shouts, catching up to the two. Kai only shakes his head at his friends suggestions. He already had decided on what he was going to do.

“Well, you guys can go enjoy that but I’m going to do Mrs. Minsieur class.” His friends turned to look at him confused.

“You sure about that? You want to do an activity with the foods’ teacher?”

“Yep, but I’ll try to catch up later to play a round of dodgeball in the gym with you guys.”

His friends shrug at Kai’s strange behavior, though they choose not to question him. Afterall, Kai could act strangely at times. Kai’s friends give him a brofist as they part ways at the central hallway. “Okay dude, see you later then.”

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“🎶Last Snow Goddess I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away 🎶” You sang softly along with the radio as you put the plate of toast on the table. It was December 11th, Snow Goddess Day and Chokorēto Ngày lễ. It was 10 o’clock in the morning yet you were still the only one awake at this time. Mostly since you wanted to allow Kai and Feitan to both sleep in more. After all, both of them seemed to deserve it. “🎶This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone— Oh good morning sweetheart.”

Stopping your singing, you turn down the radio as you spot Kai making his way down the stairs. When you turn back around, you giggle as Kai gives you a hug still only half awake. Softly you smooth out his bed head as he leans into you.

“ ‘morning mom.” Kai finally responds back as you place a kiss on his forehead. Bringing him back from a sleepy daze to what’s going on around him.

“I hope you are hungry sweetheart because I already made breakfast.” You murmur into his forehead. “I’m going to wake up Feitan so he can eat with us as well.”

“ ‘Kay” Kai mumbles letting go of you to grab a glass of almond milk to drink. Suddenly, however he stops when he realizes something. “Wait mom!”

You humm and turn around quickly. Once you see what Kai was holding out towards you, you couldn’t help but let out a small aww. Taking it carefully from him, you look at the nicely packaged chocolate.

“I made you your favorite chocolate and added Daisies and Hydrangeas. Daisy because I’m glad you are my mother and Hydrangea because I’m grateful for you always being there for me.”

Quickly, you capture your son in a hug so he doesn’t see you wipe a couple of tears of joy from your face. As you do that, you can somewhat blurrily see Feitan at the bottom of the stairs raising an eyebrow at you. You mouth a “I’m okay” to him as you wipe the last one. “Well, I’m glad you are my son Kai. I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Of course mom!” Kai shouts back happy as he doesn’t let go of you. Even as Feitan approaches, who only rolls his eyes at the boy while grabbing a cup of coffee. For a kid that could burn the world around him at any moment, he sure loved his mom to death.

“I was going to give your’s and Feitan’s chocolate at dinner but I think it will be okay if I give it now.” Reaching behind you into the drawer, you grab two bars of chocolate. “This one is what I made for you Kai. It’s a dairy free chocolate with Yarrow and White Clover. I chose Yarrow and White Clover to express the fact I will always love you and be thinking of you.”

Kai smiles happily at you, before quickly unwrapping his chocolate and taking a bite. You giggle as he hums in delightment, “Mmm. Mom it’s so good!”

“I’m glad you like it sweetheart. Oh! And Feitan here is yours.” You embarrassingly say as Kai let’s go of you to go eat. Shakily, you hand the man you love a bar of chocolate. “I know you don’t exactly have a sweet tooth but I made you one. I chose Red Roses and Sunflowers. Of course red rose to say I love you, but I also chose Sunflowers because I’m glad how loyal you are to me.”

You nervously fumble with your fingers as you watch Feitan take a bite, “I-is it good?”

“No,” He states, causing Kai to whip around, a piece of pancake in his mouth. Already plotting Feitan’s death.

“O-oh you don’t have to eat it then. I understand sin—“ Before you can finish what you are saying Feitan shuts you up with a kiss. You hear Kai gag slightly as you two pull away.

“Me just messing with you. It very good.” Feitan chuckles out, reaching into his pocket to hand you a chocolate himself. Based on the package it seemed like he bought his instead of making it. But to you it didn’t make it any less special. You were happy just to get a chocolate from Feitan. Afterall, you thought he didn’t like the Holidays. Giggling out of happiness, you place a kiss on Feitan’s cheek.

“Yuck. I’m out of here. I’m going to go play with my friends at the soccer fields for a while.” Kai shouts out as he puts on his shoes. Clearly not wanting to see Feitan kissing his mom anymore.

“Okay sweetheart be safe!”

Once you hear the door close you continue what you were doing.

“What flower did you choose, Feitan?” You ask excitedly. The package was a blank white and didn’t seem to specify.

“Open it to see.” Feitan mumbles, taking a sip from his coffee as you huff at him.

For some strange reason it took you awhile to open the wrapper since the plastic was weirdly thick. Either that or you were too excited to see. Though once you were able to open it up and peer in you can’t help but gasp. Due to how surprised you are, you nearly drop the chocolate bar which Feitan thankfully helps you catch.

“F-fei. You— are you telling me what I think you are telling me?,” You mumble out as you take another look at the flowers in the white bar of chocolate. Even though only one flower was used, you wouldn’t have it any other way. That flower was the red salvia. The flower that means Forever mine.

As you finally take your eyes away from the bar of chocolate to look at feitan, you can’t help but cover your mouth to stop yourself from crying. Even though Feitan hadn’t done anything extravagant. Even though he hadn’t given you a big speech about how much he loved you. Even though he hadn’t gone down on one knee to you. You could tell how much this man loved you by the fact his usual dull eyes lit up love as he held out an engagement ring to you.

Nodding your head because you couldn’t trust yourself with words, you allow Feitan to put a ring on your finger. Your perfect dream ring in fact.

Once on, you give the man soon to be your husband a kiss.

“I love you Fei.” You mumble against his lips before he kisses you again to tell you he loves you back. You let out a small giggle at the fact that even in a moment like this Feitan is still a man of few words. “Is this why Kai was acting strange all week? Because I’m going to be marrying you?”

You hear Feitan let out a light chuckle, but not for the reason you think.

“Actually, Me didn’t tell boy.”

“Wait— wHAT?!”

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Kai let out a loud sneeze.

“Damn. I know it’s been cold out recently but It’s not that cold enough to be getting sick.” Kai mumbles to himself as he rubs his nose.

“Hey Kai~!”

Kai turns his head and sees a group of girls from school that were in his year. All of which giggled and whispered to each other. Kai gives the group a charming smile and waves at them, causing some of the girls to blush while others let out a strange noise.

Though he was acting polite to the girls, all he wanted to do was get out of there. Even though they all looked pretty and wore nice clothing, Kai honestly felt they were complete garbage. All they cared about was looks and popularity, choosing to bully those who didn’t act like them.

As Kai begins to walk away to get out of there, suddenly an odd color of brown is seen in the mix of the girls. Looking closely he sees a girl on the ground attempting to pick up her knocked over stuff. Ah, another victim. This girl doesn’t even look to go to our school. How shameless.

For some reason, without a second thought, Kai goes over to help the girl. He doesn’t know why he wants to help but for some reason his feet force him forward.

“What are you—“ Kai sends a glare to one of the girls who tries to say something to him. Scaring the whole group off. What was he thinking? He’s breaking his normal everyday boy act by doing that—

“T-thanks but you didn’t have to do that…” The girl mumbles out shyly as she continues to put things back in her bag. Kai doesn’t answer right away as he continues to pick up the dropped cards.

“It’s not a problem—“ Kai cuts himself off as he finally looks up and gets a good look at the girl he helped. And, oh wow, she took his breath away.

As he looked at her, he for some reason couldn’t pick what he liked best about her. Was it perhaps the silk blonde hair half tied up with a ribbon or was it her doe like sapphire blue eyes? Maybe it was those. Though, he can’t help but also notice that the sight of her cute button nose that struggled to hold up her big glasses is what catches his attention the most.

Quickly, however, he corrects himself. It wasn’t any of those. As the girl before him flashes a small smile as she grabs the cards from his hand, her cheeks slightly puff out just like small chipmunks do. Man, it was decided from that point on that he absolutely adored those chubby cheeks of hers.

“Holly? Holly!”

At the call of her name, the girl before him suddenly turns around and looks over to a man exiting a store. Who for some reason oddly looked similar to a Sheep.

The girl now known as Holly looks back at Kai, “T-Thanks a lot! I have to go now but I hope we see each other again.”

Kai stands up with the girl but when he attempts to walk away, or perhaps with her, he feels as if his feet are cemented to the ground. So he instead just chooses to watch the girl walk away.

“Oh there you are! Holly Hill, where did you run off to?” The big sheep man asks, grabbing the girl’s hand and walking away with her

“Sorry Ginta. I was looking at something!” Holly lies lightly. Quietly, Kai watches as they disappear off into the crowd and are no longer seen nor heard.

After a couple of moments of calming his heart, Kai lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Still with a dreamy look on his face, he begins to walk away to go to the soccer fields. Pleasantly under his breath, he murmurs,

“Holly Hill huh?..... what a nice name…”

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a/n: i wrote this a while ago. kinda love it. kinda hate it prolly some mistakes but oh well enjoy some calum fluff

pairings: calum + y/n

word count: 1.8k

Y/N POV

My love with Calum was unexpected. We found each other in a time of need. He was finishing what seemed to be the longest tour of his life. He was mentally and emotionally drained. He didn’t know who he was anymore. That was, until he found me.

Ironically, we met at a party. Crystal is a close friend of mine. It was her birthday party. I’ve never been a big partier but this one in particular, I just wasn’t up for it. I was miserable. I walked outside to her patio to look at the stars and decompress. It was a warm June night at 2am.

As I walked outside I saw a body sitting on the ground. He had a cigarette in one hand and a Corona in the other. His head was in his lap. I was about to turn around and go back inside until he saw me.

“I’m sorry.” I started, “I didn’t think anyone was out here. I’ll go back in.”

“No no, you don’t have to. I just needed a breather.” He said back and patted the ground next to him for me to sit.

“Not a big partier?” He mumbled to me.

“Is it that noticeable?” I said laughing lightly. “Calum right?”

“Yeah and you’re Y/N?”

I nodded. “Crystal has talked about you before. You’re a good friend to her.”

I smiled.

“Crystal brought to one of your shows. You’re one hell of a performer.” I said to him

“Thank you.” He said sincerely.

“Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be in there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just, saw someone from my past and it’s too soon. I really don’t want to go back in there.” he mumbled softly. That’s why he was hiding. I didn’t push it.

“Well, I was about to leave and I don’t think you’re in any form to drive so do you want a ride?” I asked the brown eyed boy.

“If you don’t mind.”

“Let’s go” I said. He was hurting. I could tell. We went into the house and said our goodbyes. I saw him staring at someone. A girl. Probably who he was talking about. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I just met him but all I wanted was to help him.

“I know we just met and you might think this is weird, but can you please stay the night? I’m not in the right mindset to be alone and i-” he started to ramble. I grab his hand in a friendly way for reassurance. “Yes of course. Just give me directions.” The car is consumed with small talk. “Do you like dogs?” he asked suddenly. “Yeah why?” and then he goes on about his little dog Duke. The way he cares for him is beautiful. I think I saw him smile. I was excited to meet his little bundle of joy.

We arrived at his house 20 minutes later. His house beautiful. It wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. We walked in and he briefly showed me around. After that he gave me one of his T-shirts to wear to sleep. I sat on the couch for a little while petting Duke.

“You can sleep in my guest room.” He told me. I just nodded. He sat on the other side of the couch. I could tell he wasn’t okay. He looked like he wanted to break down.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’ll listen.” I said. “Are you sure? It’s pretty sad.” He said back “If you tell me your story, and I know you have one, and then I’ll tell you mine.” i said. “Well..” he started to talk. He told me everything about his ex girlfriend. About how she used him for fame and how she cheated on him. She tried to make a move on one of his band members. He called himself an idiot for going back to her every single time. I listened to every word he said. He told me his breaking point was when he caught her making moves on Luke. He broke it off right there and the party was his first time seeing her since the incident. This boy had so much hurt.

“Okay I spilled my story to you. Your turn.” He said to me.

“Well my started off like any cliche highschool romance would. He was the jock football player and I was the outcast. He was my brothers friend. He asked me out one day and I was hesitant but I just went for it. He took me out to this diner down the street from my house. The date was amazing. I fell for him. And I fell hard. Soon we did everything together. I loved him. He was my first love.” I paused to make sure he was still with me.

“And then something in him changed. He became distant. We hung out one day. We had sex.” I choked. I haven’t spoke about this in a while. “I didn’t want to but I figured if I did, he’d want me. I just wanted to be enough for him. He was my first time.” i paused. “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Soon he came over all of the time and every single time, we had to have sex. If i told him no, he’d say I didn’t really love him so once again i bit my tongue and just went with it.”

This time he grabbed my hand. He knew this was a lot for me. He listened to me intently.

“I hit my breaking point when he started cheating on me. The first two times i let it slip. He said he was drunk. Whatever. Then the third time, he cheated on me with me best friend. I couldn’t keep doing it to myself so I cut him off. The next day, he went to school and told everyone that I practically threw myself on him and that I forced him when it was really the other way around. Because of him, I haven’t let myself trust again.”

Calum looked at me as I cried. He hugged me. We both needed that hug as we cried to each other. We listened to each other carefully. A beautiful bond was born that night.

We finally released after what felt like forever.

“You’re gonna love again. I promise. It will get better.” I said to him.

“I know. So will you.”

After that night, we became the closest of friends. We had little inside jokes and we did everything. There was a night when I received a call from Calum. I answered and it was Ashton.

“Hello?” I asked

“Y/N? It’s Ash. How far are you from the studio?”

“About 20 minutes. Why? Where’s Cal?”

“He’s… well hes having a panic attack. I’m trying to calm him down but he just keeps asking for you.”

“Oh my god okay. I'm on my way now.”

I was panicked. He briefly mentioned how he used to have panic attacks. He hasn’t had one in 4 months. He used to get him a lot after the break up. I rushed, passing through red lights. All that matters in that moment was getting to him.

I stormed in. “Where is he?”

Ashton took me to him. I found him on the floor. Back against the wall. Tear stained cheeks. In that moment, he looked helpless. I went down to his level and grabbed his face. He refused to look at me. I think he thought i was disappointed. I grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to mine. I could get lost in his eyes. He look scared. He looked hurt. I hated seeing him so upset. All I wanted was to take away his hurt. I hugged him. He held onto me so tightly as I did to him. We stayed like that for what felt like forever.

I released him and just looked at him. “What happened?” I asked. I was scared for the answer.

“I saw her earlier.” Fuck, is the only word that came to mind. “I came straight to the studio and I was writing a song a-and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn;t know what to do this hasn’t happened to me in so long. I thought they stopped.” I wish they did. I hated seeing him like this. Seeing someone you care so deeply in such pain, shatters your heart. I could only imagine how helpless he felt.

“I just wanted you here.” He said. God I loved him and i wish I could just tell him. But i can’t. I hadn't felt so deeply about someone in so long but this moment, just confirmed my feelings for him. I loved him more than anything in this world.

“Calum, you can always turn to me. For anything. I'll be here in a heartbeat.” I said to him.

He grabbed onto my arms and looked into my eyes. In his eyes were hurt and love. In that moment you could tell he felt at peace. He softly placed his lips onto mine. He whispered a soft “I love you” to me. The world disappeared. It felt like we were the only people who existed.

“What?” I said so softly. I'm surprised he even heard me.

“I love you.”

“I love you so much.” I said back.

Calums POV

I was working on something special for Y/N. Our one year was approaching. This woman was my entire world. The boys and I were writing the new album. I’m writing a song for her. She’s helped with more than sh will ever know. I wish I could thank her for everything but there's nothing i could do that will ever repay her.

This song is my favorite one i've ever written. It has the most meaning to me. Y/N is my whole world.

She had just come home from the store and she was making dinner. We wanted to stay in on our anniversary. Once she was done i asked her to come to the studio in the garage. Once she walked in I started. I asked for the boys help on the instruments and stuff but I sang to her. One of the lyrics that stuck out the most was,

“You are my home.”

And it’s true. She is my home. I feel safe when I’m with her. I never want to leave her side. The look on her face once I finished was the cutest thing. I took a picture. I will cherish it. I will cherish her. With her, it was complete bliss. When I met her, I was this broken kid just coming off of a long tour. I was in the worst mental state. I found her in a time of need.

I guess she was just what I needed.

[lotus-sketchings]

THE FINAL SHIPPING PSA

Exactly @csilla-nocturine , that's what this post was intended to say! I'm tired of seeing posts either blatant or subtly saying "boy I'm glad that's not cannon" in this fandom, when these games are supposed to be about people being strong when they encourage bonds between themselves and between others!

I will forever cherish that scene of literal sakura petals falling and Riku acting like an anime protag to the love interest as he extended his hand and smiled *so* sweetly and sincerely at her before their hands touched in a public setting which isn't done outside of a romantic relationship hardly at all in Japanese culture. To me and how I'm interpreting this piece of art, that speaks volumes about their relationship, to the point even if Roxas and Namine become cannon I have a gorgeous scene and a few sweet words from other games to help in my own writing explore what could be more.

This goes for all ships. Another big ship of mine is Sora and Roxas. Yes. Sora and Roxas. A ship that is about as likely as Mike and Sulley to ever actually become cannon (remember Mike has a girlfriend Celia Mae). I truly feel some of the interactions they have had have been the most emotionally honest, heart wrenching, and beautiful scenes in the series. Who does Sora share a paopu with? Kairi. Who does he say gives him strength? Kairi. Sora and Kairi are cannon, as a fan I can not deny that and people need to *stop* denying it. They have been cannon since the very first game in 2000. This isn't even a question anymore. Sora is in *love* when he looks at Kairi in KH3. Its just a fact. However in *my* cannon, he chose Roxas. Its as simple as that.

Fan works are a way we can do *anything* with a character we want. How many aus exist out there that have a completely different set of rules with kingdom hearts characters all together? I can name a few off the top of my head with merman, deity, and modern being the first 3. Don't like the pairings but want to stick to the lore established rules?

Do it

Make *your* cannon. Make Soriku a thing while acknowledging Sokai is the actual ship. Fandom's have been doing this for AGES. Its not a new concept, and the wars need to stop.

Enjoy your ship. Let your friend enjoy theirs. Let a person you have never met enjoy theirs.

The ONLY case you should be getting on someone about a ship they like is in the case of an abusive relationship such as Namine and MARLUXIA, or the case of a minor in the case of how they perceive themselves with someone clearly overage such as Axel and Roxas or Xion.

I won't say anymore on this matter. To show exactly how I actually am with shipping, here are as many as I can list that I fully support and enjoy the content of. If one isn't listed you like, that's OK! Enjoy it anyways! (Except for those reasons mentioned above.)

Soroku

Soriku

Sokai

Sonami

Namiku

Replinami

VenNami

Rokunami

Namixi

RoKai

RiKai

RokuXi

VenShi

VanShi

TerrAqua

TerrIsa

LeaIsa

LeaAqua

MarLarx

Lumrena

VenLitzia

StrelPlayer

Ephemer x Skuld

And plenty of others. Don't know for sure but wanna know? Ask me! I'm more than happy to answer! And even if I'm not a huge fan of that ship I'll gladly just give ya an answer of 'Nah but enjoy it!'

Kingdom Hearts fandom, the keyblade war is over for now. Let's have the ship wars end too. Please. Let's follow in Sora's lead and come together and make an amazing fun space to discuss why we adore or disagree with this series again in a CIVILIZED manner.

[fyjjong]

🌟💖 to jonghyun: my sun, my moon, my stars, someone who i'll love forever  💖🌟

i don't know how to start this properly so i'll do so by saying i'm coping the best i can be given the circumstances but it still feels like there's this void in my chest. 

when i first started listening to k-pop i figured it'd just be a fun pasttime for me and, for the most part, it has been. i just didn't think i'd get as attached as i did to an idol as i did jonghyun because i'd never been the type to get super attached to celebrities to begin with but i was really drawn to him from the get go. i remember the first time i saw him in the "lucifer” mv. i was like: "wow, who is that dude" so i started looking into him and grew to like him quickly. this was before he started to show more of himself to shawols / the world. after that point he made his twitter and began to interact more with fans by showing how clever, intelligent, fun loving and socially conscious he was. and his sense of humor was so strange - which was something that i could relate to. that's probably when i knew he was going to be my ult for a long time. i remember when he supported kang eun ha back in late 2013 and i was so relieved because i was just starting to really come to terms with the fact that i was queer and it was comforting to know that my ult would accept me for that. in the short time that followed we were able to see him grow and develop as a person. he started to bare his soul to the world through blue night, always more than he was obligated to, and he was always graceful and thoughtful in doing so. i remember at shinee's fifth anniversary party when he debuted “beautiful tonight” to shawols. i was so proud of him because i knew that it'd always been his dream to make his own music and that was the FIRST time that he was able to share something with us that was completely his. 

when it comes to shinee .. i haven't been here since the beginning. i became a fan during the summer of 2011 but i've always felt like i was present during the timeline that was the most pertinent in his growing as a human being. blue night was always so special to me because it opened us up to a side of him that he had been careful to share before then. people had these fixed stereotypes about him and, while some have lingered on, he was able to blow most out of the water through the show. without blue night we wouldn't have been able to hear a large percentage of his beautiful solo work. looking back i can see that this was a burden to him and it makes me ache knowing something he loved became such a weight for him but i'll always cherish the work that he gave to us. he was always trying so hard. it doesn't take what happened to know that. he never shied away from telling us when he felt lost or lonely or upset and he never made fans feel as if they were wrong to feel that way either. honestly he never made fans feel like they were in the wrong for anything. he'd support them through even their most ridiculous (and some of the funnier stories he got on blue night were proof of that) and the love he had for us was undeniable. you could see it in his eyes whenever he was given the chance to be face-to-face with us: at events with shinee, for blue night, for himself. it always looked like he was ... ridiculously content just breathing the same air as his fans. this extended to international fans as well. he didn't speak up on it often but it was obvious he knew about the disconnect / distance that we've always felt in being so far away from him and shinee. we got “selene 6.23" to show for that one. it was also thanks to jonghyun and the rest of shinee that i was able to make most of the close friends that i have today. that, and they were also so charming that i was able to have my older friends become a fan of them as well. they also gave me a reason to be able to travel twice in the last year and a half: once to chicago and another time to los angeles. i'll always be grateful that i was able to see them twice - that i was able to see him twice. i'm starting to feel too introspective so i'm going to switch over and talk about a few of my favorite things about him: 1) he wasn't perfect. he made mistakes but he always apologized and tried to make amends for them in the end. he was constantly trying to better himself and become education / sensitive to a variety of issues. i feel he excelled there, really. 2) his love for roo. i think it goes without saying that a good deal of the funnier content involving him was related back to roo. and remember the time she photobombed minho taking a picture of jjong with his music show trophies? yeah. 3) how much of his life he dedicated to making his mom and sodam feel loved and appreciated. i really don't know what else to add here that isn't obvious already. 4) he wasn't afraid to show the world the side of himself that was what most would regard as being "childish" or in geeking out about things that made him happy like naruto or how much he had fallen in love with (and been touched by) kimi no na wa. 5) when he wanted to cry he cried and he made sure that others were aware that it was alright to cry too, to be weak sometimes because to be "weak" is to really be strong. 6) he was such a great and caring friend. he just ... was. there's no denying that. he was always nonjudgmental and willing to be there for his friends at the drop of a hat when they needed him (like when he drove two hours to pick up dongwoo when he needed a ride home from a random location). 7) jinki. he was always a pillar of strength for him and this worked both ways. he took the spotlight for him when he wasn’t able to do it himself and he was always the first to understand his strange jokes and puns and play off of them. 8) kibum. he was kibum's first friend when they became trainees. we'll never know what kind of connection they had in full but it was obvious it was something special that went beyond words. 9) minho. minho is probably his biggest fan. he could read him like an open book and he was always the first to be there when he needed him most and it's obvious that hasn't changed even now. 10) taemin. he was HIS biggest fan. we all know that. he wasn't just his friend and brother but his baby and you could see how proud he was to see him develop as both an artist and person. i'm glad he got to see up to now even though it hurts me he won't see all he is capable of achieving. 11) the relationship he had with his blue night family - listeners included. they helped him so much. they gave him stories to use that helped broaden his work as a singer-songwriter and he developed meaningful friendships with both regular guests and pds. 12) taeyeon, suho, yoona, krystal, heechul, donghae, jungmo. all the friends that he made within sm when they began training who he knew for just as long as the other members of shinee. and all of those who have left sm since that were close to and meant a lot to him at a point as well, like luhan, jessica and tao. plus those that he became and stayed close to after debut. yeri, lee jonghyun, hongki, crush, zion.t, jung joon young, younha, tablo, wheesung, minkyung, gray, zico. i know they're all hurting too. 13) he wrote a beautiful book where he used all main characters as a template to show different sides of himself to readers. he was writing another book too and i'm glad he was at least able to share his idea for it with us. 14) he was able to release four amazing solo albums in such a short amount of time and i honestly feel like he helped to break some of the bias sm had toward allowing their artists to release their own work. 15) he wasn't afraid to gush over other men that he found attractive. looking back on his fanboying over gong yoo is always going to make me laugh. 16) i really loved how much he loved the moon and stars and space and mythology and all that whimsical stuff because he could be pretty whimsical himself at times. 17) how much of a dork he was for poetry. remember when he sent that wreath to wheesung with that bertolt brecht poem? iconic. 18) he really admired and looked up to prince. you could see his influence in both the sound and styling of his solo work and that makes the stereotypical minnesotan in me happy. 19) more of a random anecdote but how excited he was when he was dying his hair pink for "she is” promotions. the story about how he'd kept on showing the other members a photo of the shade he was trying for excitedly will always be one of my faves. 20) he was the kazoo king. 21) random little physical traits of his like his blingspot and all his pretty moles and birthmarks, his bottom teeth, how his legs were bowed. 22) how he pretty much laughed with his entire body and how his nose scrunched up when doing so. how expressive he was. how you could pretty much see every emotion he was trying to convey in his eyes and they'd sometimes sparkle like there was an entire universe in them (i used to say that a lot). i'll move on from the facts from now but this is ... a lot. emotionally. (death tw, suicide tw) honestly i feel like i can't say much else that hasn't already been said and that i won't be able to completely do justice to who he was as an artist, bandmate, brother, son, friend, colleagues, so on and so forth. but you can feel it at least. i guess words?? aren't really needed always?? you can feel it in how many people have went to pay their respects to him in the last day. he was SO loved and he left such a mark on the industry, not just of his immense and unique talent but because of how kind, generous, soft and understanding he was. i've said this a few times already to close friends of mine but as much as it kills me to know that he's gone and that he was in as much pain as he was i'm also relieved that he isn't feeling that pain anymore. what else can you really say in situations like these. he hurt more than anyone deserves to and maybe it's cheesy to say but a part of me feels like he was too good for this world. i've never really been religious but i hope that if there is an afterlife that he feels content, warm, happy and comfortable for once. maybe now he's a star, hanging around the moon, or maybe he's a star pup. that'd be wild. he'd probably love that. or maybe he's jamming out with his favorite musicians who've passed. who knows. anyway. i think that's all i'm gonna say for now. in the future i may revisit this post - maybe i’ll add on to it or maybe i’ll use it as a template to make a new one. who knows but the only other thing i can say before closing this off is that he'll always have a special place in my heart and i'll never forget him.

[sakuraforyou]

I miss him! I miss him a lot!! I have pushed him away but I miss him i miss him so badly I can't be this weak but for him I am he says I'm strong but he ain't knowing that I so weak for the same person how can he be the most imp person after my family he is a best friend did like him but thought friendship would be the only way I could cherish him forever thought I didn't deserve him. Thought he would forever be better off me always told him made him belive that I was good without him in my life but little did he know his importance in mine a thousand times more for sure iam the bad person at this very moment I believe I want to be a part of his but don't want to be either I want him but I don't I want him in my life to FOREVER be that person but ik ik deep inside my broken heart that I don't deserve him he should have much better person to call his own much better than me but I can't explain it in words how hard it is for me to let him go even when Ik clearly he dosent want to leave me even a bit I've known it for ages ik him very well the only way to leave him was by being harsh but after all that he dosent want me to leave him that pagal idiot no words are enough for him he is 'just' my best friend I say but ik ik I may that he might be or he is or he has been always till now as Im very much good at training my mind my heart that he is could would has been all along the way as my lovable person there. I'm a broken heart now I think I lost our bond but he says he is still there for me but I'm there regardless all the fights we had and I'm just there with a few regrets which are for his own good. I want my happily ever after with him but I think some stories are to be left incomplete some are left and some are meant to be left incomplete just the matter of destiny I hope God know how much I want him in spite of the fact what my mind tells me. I'll love him forever I'll miss him forever but I just wanna love him and not miss him. Sometimes after all those fights I thought I lost a friend I never had but again he would Come to me talking to me sorting things on how own because he loved me and there I was proud of having a friend like him again a person whom I can forever be with MY PERSON :) sobbing TTif it's meant to be it will be and it will come finding you he always said and today I wanna believe it like nothing else!