#it's a rather short fic and it doesn't matter very much

[killuwumi]

PM Dazai x Sick reader

if so, i would like a PM Dazai x Sick reader

a/n: okay so i am going to try and make this authors note short and sweet but i have been gone for awhile, but i do lurk, so i will try and get requests that are sent in done. also i hope it is okay that this "fic" is in like..bullet/headcannon form! <3

warnings: lowercase (intentional), rambling, mentions of mori, not proofread, gender neutral reader

PM!Dazai would definitely assume that you are faking sick at first to get his attention, as much as he likes slacking off at work he has been busy recently.

once he finds out you are actually feeling very ill he does his best to get time off work, and he honestly doesn't really know what to do. he knows that you need medicine and a lot of rest, so he will have his subordinates run to the local stores and get all the essentials for you.

if you need anything he is literally at your beck and call, he doesn't care what time of day it is, and honestly he doesn't trust you by yourself in this state, he gets very worried because he feels like everything he loves can be taken away from him at any moment, so even if you try to convince him it is just a bad common illness, he doesn't want to leave your side.

he spoon feeds you medicine and makes sure that you eat and usually gets you soup, or if you are craving something then you best believe you will have it. he spares no expense.

pm!dazai usually is busy teasing and bantering with you but he takes a bit more of a gentle teasing approach rather than trying to rile you up. he just barely teases you when he lays cold rags on your forehead or feels your cheek with the back of his hand.

he doesn't refrain from affection, no matter how many times you try to tell him that he could get sick, he won't hear any of that. he will be kissing you, and staying incredibly close to you at all times, and when he can't be near you he is constantly checking on you or sending people to get you things. the slightest mention of you needing something and he is on it.

mori probably tries to tease him about this, or tell dazai that having someone like you around is a liability but dazai didn't care about his opinion before and he certainly doesn't now. no one understands him like you do and no matter how minor the sickness is, dazai won't have you worrying or lifting a finger.

once you are better about a few days later, dazai is not only relieved but absolutely thrilled for you to not fight with him about affection, he is free to be in your personal space as much as he desires.

he will constantly tell you that he can't believe he had to take time off work and take care of you, or that you are so "weak." but he is completely joking and you know that, because his tone is light and he doesn't mean anything by it, but he has a hard time being too mushy gushy so he has to be at least a little mean.

he will need to be completely doted on if he gets sick afterward, he will not let you leave his side, barely ever. he will get people to bring him everything he needs and anything you want as long as you don't leave your shared space because he "can't heal if you aren't here."

a/n: i hope this is okay, i know it is really just rambling and not an actual fic, but i wanted to make sure to fill this request before i forget!

requester tag: @gooberqueen

[pupyuj]

→ “the most pleasant surprise.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— yujin cuts her hair short, and you don't know what to do with yourself...

word count: 2.4k.

dynamic: sub!ahn yujin x (soft) dom!reader.

content warnings: smut, praise kink, fingering.

requested? : nope.

a/n: i'm still obsessed with her short hair so this plot is very relevant!! 😤😤 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GIRLFRIEND, MY BOYFRIEND, MY WIFE, THE WORLD'S BEST PUPPY AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, MY LITTLE LEWSER 🥺🥺🥺 i love her sosososo much guys i—

"do you guys think (y/n) will like it...?"

"if she doesn't, break up with her." gaeul says, patting yujin's shoulders as the girl stared at her reflection in the mirror.

wonyoung sighs deeply, "please don't say that."

"i'm kidding... for the most part."

"unnie."

the front door clicks open and the three girls whipped their heads towards the direction of the living room. an unsettling feeling settles in yujin's stomach when she hears the familiar shuffling of you taking off your coat amd dropping your bags, along with your gentle humming and random mumbles. what if you don't like her new look?

"hi, (y/n)! how was your day? anything interesting happen at work?" gaeul called out, pulling yujin up to her feet and nudging her out of her room. yujin shakes her head, too afraid to move a step out the door. the eldest rolled her eyes and attempted to drag yujin out herself, but of course, the girl was too tall and strong to budge.

"it was okay! there was one customer that kind of annoyed me to the point i almost spit in his coffee but other than that," the girls hears you yawn cutely. yujin's heart skips a beat, and she leans on wonyoung for the dramatic effect. the youngest of the three snickered, while gaeul grimaced. "it was a very fulfilling day."

"that's good. your girlfriend's here, by the way." gaeul says, once again pushing yujin out of the room.

"yujinnie?" they could hear the joy in your voice. "yujinnie!" the girl in question could cry. she loved you so much.

"unnie, just go. she'll love it, i promise." wonyoung whispered, now joining gaeul in nearly shoving yujin out the room. it was only a matter of time until yujin gave in and when she did, she stumbled out the door and into the hallway where you stood. fortunately enough, yujin didn't have to deal with your reaction just yet because you just turned around, staring at the kitchen.

gaeul groans, burying her face on her hands, frustrated at the two of you. wonyoung stifles a laugh at yujin awkwardly standing, not knowing what to do with herself at all.

"hm. i kind of want something warm to drink..." you mumbled, scratching your head.

fuck it. yujin huffed and mustering all the courage she had in her body, she stomps over to where you were and hugged you from behind. "hi." she said, planting a kiss on the back of your head.

"hey, baby! i was just wondering where—"

you paused. no, you froze.

slowly, you turned around and yujin takes a step back, letting you look at her entire face. saying that she was nervous was an understatement. she felt like she was going to have a heart attack... but the look on your face eases her mind just a bit. you looked at her in awe, rather than distaste.

despite everything that clouded yujin's head, you smiled at her, "wow." you breathed out.

(gaeul nods proudly at the scene, "yujin is so getting laid."

"unnie!"

but wonyoung knew the older girl was right.)

"i was afraid you wouldn't like it... i've never been more happy in being wrong." yujin says shyly.

"what? why wouldn't i like it? i love it," you ran your hand down her short brown locks, grinning. you then cupped her cheeks in your hands and pulled her in for a quick kiss, but it turns into you just peppering yujin's entire face with kisses while she giggles cutely. "i love you."

yujin's heart has never felt fuller.

"okay, break it up. let's have dinner." gaeul says, patting your back as she passed by with wonyoung following close behind. yujin gives you a brief kiss on the cheek before taking your arm and pulling you to the kitchen. jiwon, rei, and hyunseo had already eaten dinner and chose to retreat to the second dorm to play around. fortunately.

throughout the entire dinner, you couldn't keep your eyes off of your girlfriend. you looked at her with a dumb smile on your face because she looked so happy with her new hair, and every time she catches your stares, you would shyly look away. it was as if you were crushing on her for the first time all over again. not that you ever stopped. you still pined for her even though you've been dating for god knows how long.

it's just that... something about her new look felt so refreshing for your entire relationship.

you volunteered to wash the dishes, even though wonyoung and gaeul pleaded for you to just sit down and rest. well, wonyoung pleaded, gaeul tried to argue with you about it. but you felt... rather shy to be around yujin now. the thought of being alone with her, well, it makes your face heat up way too much. she just looked too good!!

well, it wasn't like you could avoid her, anyway. because you were halfway through rinsing the plates when she hugged you from behind, "do you need help?"

you beamed at her, and shook your head. "just a kiss." you puckered your lips towards her, and she laughs before giving you what you wanted.

yujin didn't leave after that. she stayed behind you, chatting with you about her day, telling you about all the funny things that happened when she first showed her hair to the younger ones. and in return, you told her about the good things that happened at work. yujin was staring at you with what gaeul called 'heart eyes' the entire time you were talking, and she could not stop kissing you every minute.

"so we're gonna go now," gaeul says suddenly. wonyoung stands behind her, smiling sweetly at the two of you. you were her favorite couple. "have fun. don't be too loud... save some for tomorrow?"

"what—"

"bye-bye!" wonyoung pulls gaeul out of the dorm and closes the door behind her. you and yujin hear the two of them snickering before they entered the other dorm. you turned your head back to the sink, knowing exactly what gaeul meant.

was it so obvious that you wanted to fuck yujin because her new look turned you on like crazy? perhaps you did stare too much...

you started feeling hot. yujin's breath tickled your neck and her lips just barely ghosted over your skin, giving you goosebumps and shivers down your spine. feeling her chest on your back, her groin against your ass, and her arms around your waist, hands just barely lingering near your private parts... it was all too much.

and it didn't help that when you looked back at her, her eyes were dark. so inviting and captivating.

"baby," she tugs at the waistband of your skirt. "can... can you—"

"i-i, um... i have to wash up." you gently wriggled yourself out of her hold and rushed into her bedroom. you quickly took some clothes from her drawer and retreated into the bathroom, pressing your back against the door with your face all red and sweaty. you wondered if this was the right time. sure, yujin looked like she was asking for it, but... was she really?

yes, yujin had quite a bit of a track record of 'asking for it' during special times. but did this count as a special time? it was all you were thinking about while you were in the shower. uh, no, not fucking yujin in the shower—although that can be done in the future... wait, what were you talking about?

nevertheless, you left the bathroom the same as you entered it; with a bright red blush on your cheeks that got significantly worse when you saw your girlfriend sitting crossed-legged on her bed, pouting at you. but her eyes softened at the sight of you wearing one of her shirts, you looked adorable in them.

"s-shower's available... if you want to go in there..." you timidly walked to the left side of the bed and sat there stiffly. yujin watched as you awkwardly started scrolling through... your calendar on your phone? okay, she has to clear the air now.

"(y/n), is it my hair? did you change your mind about it?"

you gasped, offended that she would think such a thing. "no! you look beautiful, love! w-what do you even mean by that...?"

yujin toys with the hem of her sweater—your sweater. "well, you've been kind of weird since wonyoung and gaeul-unnie left. made me think that you just pretended to like my hair to avoid a fight with them or something..." she was mumbling by the end of her sentence. immediately, you put your phone on the bedside table and scooted closer to your girlfriend.

"honey, i would never do that kind of thing," you pulled her back slightly so she could look at you. the short hair really did look amazing on her. you were falling in love all over again. "ugh, i did this... i'm sorry, yujin. it was a misunderstanding."

yujin touches the ends of her hair, blushing just a bit. "you really like it...?"

you cupped her cheek with one hand, pulling her closer and closer by the second. "i told you before," you tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling brightly. "i love it. and i love you." then yujin closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly and hoping that you get her message. and of course you do. you gave her a quick peck on the lips, making her flutter her eyes open and stare you down.

she wanted more, so you give her more.

you finally kissed her with passion this time, tasting mint and her lip gloss on your tongue. both of you moved back on the bed so yujin was against the headrest and you were on top of her, your hands under her sweater and hers combing through your damp hair. it was easy to pull off her shorts, as well as her panties, but you decided to keep her sweater—your sweater, again—on.

"touch me, please, (y/n)..." yujin whispered while you busied your lips on her collarbone. not feeling like being a tease, your hand trails up from her knee to her inner thighs and finally, to her pussy. she was soaked, why wouldn't she? she has been waiting for this the entire night. she wouldn't stop squirming in her seat earlier during dinner. thoughts of you doing things to her invading her head while she watched you laugh and chat with her members. her heart jumping whenever she found you staring at her... yujin needed you so badly.

yujin gasps as you slowly inserted two fingers inside her at the same time. she covers her mouth, but ultimately finds her hands clutching onto your shirt once you pulled your fingers out again. she was already clenching around your fingers, her walls just sucking you in out of pure desperation to have you stimulate her and make her feel good. you thrusted inside her again, a little harder this time, and she moans.

perhaps your pace was a little too slow for her liking, because yujin had started bucking her hips upward whenever you pulled you retreated your fingers. "faster?" you asked. yujin nodded and tightened her hold on your shirt as you obliged.

"mhmm.. ah— (y/n).. right there... feels s-so good... please.."

yujin secures one leg around your waist as if you were planning on going anywhere. you curled your fingers inside her, making her arch her back and moan loudly.

"you're doing so good, baby..." you kissed her cheek and increased your speed. her moans, her breathing, and the lewd sounds of her slick pumping back into her cunt whenever your fingers pounded into her... god, it was all such a turn on. not to mention that it was easier to see her pretty face now that her hair didn't stick to her skin.

"my love? are you feeling alright?" you asked, seeing that yujin had her teary eyes completely glued to the ceiling. she blinks and looks back at you, nodding and pulling you in for a kiss. she could be so cute when she was under you like this. being the leader, yujin didn't always get the attention and care she needed from her members. mostly because the care and attention in question could only be given by you, her girlfriend, but it wasn't like you were around all the time to give her all that.

so, yujin just completely melts when she's intimate with you like this.

yujin's breathing gets quicker, and she was holding onto you for dear life— moaning on your shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt, and biting her lip near to the point of wounding herself. she has completely stilled on the bed, letting you fuck her in that moderately fast pace that she liked so much. you were hitting all the right spots inside of her, all the spots that tied that knot in her stomach tighter and tighter the longer you went on.

"you're gonna come now, okay? i got you." you kissed her forehead, and all it took was one rub on her clit before she came, screaming your name as she did so. yujin's juices spurted out of her pussy and into your palm, wetting the bedsheets underneath as well as a bit of your shirt.

you pulled out of her cunt and embraced her tightly, "good job, angel. you did so well. my baby..." yujin was slowly succumbing to a deep sleep as she came down from her high, but hearing your words still made her smile a little. with what little strength she has left, she pulled away from your hug slightly and kissed you.

"i love you so much..." yujin whispered, lightly running her thumb across your bottom lip before hiding her face on the crook of your neck. if she wasn't all over you right now, you would have been rolling around the bed and kicking your feet in the air. yes, it was you who fucked the hell out of yujin tonight but she will always, always have your heart in a chokehold. she will always make you feel like everything is a first time.

falling in love with her was the greatest gift you have ever received.

at the end of the night, when you've turned off all of the lights and pulled the blanket over yujin and yourself, you could only say the words you will never get tired of telling her, and the only words she deserves to hear forever.

"i love you, ahn yujin."

[0hmyg0th]

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

abby anderson x reader

★ summary ⸻ abby feels terrible, she don't want you to spend time with her knowing that you thrive on social interactions. She feels like she's holding you captive with her introverted ways. ★ sfw! ⸻ purely fluff! very lovey dovey 😩 including; i love u's, usage of nicknames, mention of marriage 🫣. and anything else i forgot to add. this is for ( @paqerings ) they requested " https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcgu17H/ - this for abby" ★ taglist ⸻@paqerings @vvynia @slut4mascss tag-list is open :) ★ note ⸻i was planning on having this fic out wayyyy sooner but college work took to much of my time. also, after this and a couple more of tlou i will be posting aot content as well!! so stay tuned for that. i hope this doesn't flop ( first time doing anything other nfsw related ) okay bye. now read 💋

⸻ 4:30pm. evening. jacksonville florida. summertime

this is probably the most relaxing evening you ever had in your entire existence. you felt the most safe at home with abby. you had no problem dropping everything to be with abby at home, doing the most mundane things known to mankind. some of your friends would even say you and abby are in yall the "boring couple era" however, the way you would rephrase it would be, "quality time". you didn't mind doing things that might feel boring to others with abby like watching TV, reading together on the couch, or even doing a puzzle on a friday night rather than going out to a club. it didn't matter what. just along you were being touched by her presence. and you know, when the time comes she will be there to cater to your social needs. always.

"I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make- I feel bad 

you were feeling like a gooey pile of mush. it didn't matter how many times you re-watch 10 things i hate about you it seems like that movie had the undertone superpower to make you feel like your heart has been broken into a million pieces - and the craziest thing is that they are fictional characters. astonishing. you were so hypnotized by the movie that abby's words fell deafly onto your ears. with a small touch from abby, you peeled your eyes away from kat and patrick. looking at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend, the small colored freckles scattered all around the bridge of her nose. The best feature you loved was her nose and her watercolor eyes. the way her eyes would create this type of expression was only found in the imitation of the wild ocean water. you adored how blue they were under the shining light and how dark they would become in the shadows. "hm?" you blinked a couple of times, staying still upon her sight. 

the pads of her fingers slowly and lightly stroke the peak of your shoulder. you moved in closer, head tilting in the process. "you okay abs?" you spoke softly. the guilt-ridden expression painted on abby's face, her chest heaved . "I feel bad" Abby's hand immediately went to the back of her neck while lowering her head. "oh baby" you cooed. the palms of your hands reaching the warmth of her cheeks, lifting her face to make her look at you." why? My love" god. if y'all couldn't get any closer. you moved from the soft cushion onto abby's lap. you draped your arm around her neck while your fingers found the shell of her ear; playing with it to soothe her overwhelming nerves. 

"mmcht - I don't know. I feel like you shouldn't be doing this. you should be out - with your friends. I don't want you to be forced to be here just because- 

"imma stop you right there, abs" Your lips drew this amused smile, her warm plumped lips being covered by your hand. her eyes flickered down to your hand and quickly back up to your orbs whilst her eyebrow frowned a bit -- giving the impression she was gonna whimper a bit. however, the hand that played with the ruffles of your satin shorts never stopped. 

"When I first met you I knew we were the total opposite. I knew that I was more extroverted than you are. which is okay. I didn't let your social awkwardness or your introverted ways stop me from dating and loving you" you reassured. your eyes soften, you love abby with all your heart and when you love someone, you love them whole. 

Your hand vibrated against abby's moving lips for a mintue or two. "I agree" you let out a small laugh. you both forgot your hand was taking up space on her face. she removed your hand from her mouth and into her own and as if it was a daily routine between her and you, she intertwined her calloused finger in between yours. "I enjoy my solitude, but ever since I met you I enjoy it even more when you're in it" abby whispered the small confession, god. there are not enough words in the universe to express the amount of love you harbored in your heart for them. 

"I love you. I really do" You were lost for words, you love it when abby expressed these types of thoughts she had for you. abby heart swelled with pride at being your girlfriend because she never met someone capable of understanding her in a way she thought only she would. you are her soulmate. In a quick small vision, abby had imagined you in this most beautiful wedding dress known to man and with your ring finger decorated with the most expensive ring ever. 

you notice abby was deep into thought so you nudged her slightly, "penny for your thoughts?"

"you wanna get marry?" abby spoke nonchalantly. you were taken back, as one would in this situation. Your eyes practically popping out of your sockets. "what?" you exclaimed. 

abby shrugged her shoulders," I mean it" 

you dwelled about it for a minute. me? mrs. anderson. that does sound good. 

the enddd. 💋

[lazuliquetzal]

I keep on telling people you're the only one who knows how to plot. Can you teach all of us how to plot, please? I love you.

I AM SUMMONED? PLOT BRAIN SUMMONED?

I love plotting. It's my favorite part of the writing process. Plot is "things that happen" and the best part of writing is imagining things that happen. I'm going to assume that whoever may be reading this knows how to imagine The Happenings, so I'm gonna be talking more about structure, but in like, a kinda abstract sense.

A good plot is a little bit more than a string of events. Plot is like music: there's variation in rhythm and sound and melody, but ultimately there's cohesion, because it's all one song. You can have a bunch of wild things happening, but no matter how strange, there should be something that links them all together, because you're telling one story.

Plot structures are patterns in stories. I'm pretty sure most of them were developed as analysis tools (as in, story already exists > look! it follows this pattern) rather than as writing tools, but people use them as writing tools because it's a neat little way to organize the chaos that is "shit happens." Stories follow patterns for the same reasons music follows patterns: we enjoy the certainty of hitting certain beats. But we also like being surprised. A good pop song doesn't sound like a random collection of sounds, but it also doesn't sound like the middle slider of other songs.

There is this shared concept in both music and writing: the idea of tension and release. Basically, you're playing with reader expectation: there's an imbalance in the experience (tension), and we want to see that imbalance resolved (release). All the common plot structures deal with this basic pattern:

You set an expectation

There are complications to the expectation

You meet the expectation

And this rhythm is happening on multiple levels in writing. Scenes follow this structure (we're gonna get past that door, we're gonna find the murder weapon, we're gonna collaborate and come up with a plan) and all those scenes feed into the overarching expectation (we're gonna solve this murder!). I usually think of chapters as their own mini-story, part of the larger whole. And I think of scenes as their own mini-story, part of the larger chapter. I have engineer brain. I see the gears spinning in the clock. That's why all my chapters have at least One Important Thing happening, because that's that particular chapter's Step #3.

And One Last Important Thing:

In music, a delayed resolution is almost always more interesting than the standard resolution. In writing, that means you wanna drag out Step #2 for as long as you can. That's where the bulk of the story is happening, that's how you build tension, that's how you get people to turn the page.

So when you write a fake dating fic, those bitches better not get together until the very end. I came here for fake dating, not for real dating, damn it. If you resolve that expectation early on, you better replace it with a different expectation that's just as engaging.

But also don't drag it out for too long. Sorry. The hard part of writing is learning the difference between too short and too long. Writing is unfortunately a nuanced skill which is why my advice is like "do this but not too much teehee." But tension and resolution is just rhythm, you can build a sense for it if you engage with enough stories.

[kaivenom]

Could you do fluff alphabet with Malakai?

Malakai Mitchell fluff alphabet

Masterlist

(My first time doing this fan fic format, i am excited, maybe i even wrote a little to much, but yeaahhhhh, Heartbreak high boys appreciation, pleaseeee)

A= Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Everything, if someone was pointing at him with a gun and obliged him to say what he loves the most about you, then he would rather die. He is the type to end up looking at you at school for an hour with a dreamy face.

You love love is smile and his laugh, all that little expressions he makes while laughing is just what makes you fall in love with him even more.

B= Baby: do they want a family? Why/Why not?

He wants a big family. in fact, i picture him like the type of husband that says "just one, i would like to have a mini version of us running around" and then when you have your first child goes "well, it is alone, it needs a brother or sister" and then goes "three is a lucky number". After that you must stop him, three is enough, but you both love them equally and with all your heart.

C= Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

In any form possible, he is a very versatile person. If the situation gives head in chest vibes then he is all for it, if he sad then small spoon, if he is tired then he just plumps himself on top of you... And the list goes on, if there is a bed or a comfy surface to lay on and you are, then he will be all over you.

D= Dates: what are dates with them like?

Funny and romantic. He always wants to do something dynamic that you both can enjoy. Going golfing or just watching netflix and chill, depending on your moods. For him datee are moments to pass with you, so the place and the when doesn't matter, it just the look on your face that gets him. Sometime she gives you a little gift when the date starts (ussually food).

E= Everythings: “you are my______” (ex. my life, my world…)

You are my light.

The reason he gets to school when he doesn't want to see his classmates, the reason he get's up when he feels sad... He thinks you light his life up, so what better nickname for you? You always make him see the positive thing in everything, even when you don't say anyhing.

F= Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

It could be said, the first time he saw you, but that maybe could be the time he got infatuated. The first time he knew he was falling for you was when you both needed to do an assigment together. It was a whole afternoon to get to know each other while you both did the work. It was the oportunity to see you and to be seen by you, and he couldn't get enough of it.

G= Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

Yes. He goes jumping like a kid to get in front of you and open the door, then grabbing the bottle to fill your cup, having his arm always around you to "protect" you and many things like that... a true gentlmen.

H= Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

The more hold the better, if you don't like physical contact then you will have a hard time with him. If he isn't holding your hand with finger interviewed then he will be playing with them without thinking about it or running his fingers thru your hand. He really does it without thinking, he could be talking or something and then suddently have his fingers connected to yours.

I= Impression: first impression/s.

You thought he wa cute and he thought he was being a nervous mess (which was true). He tought you were beautiful and wanted to talk to you, but when he wanted to talk he got nervous an became smiling and laughing like a little clumsy mess. You laughed to that because it was cute and you both ended up being clumsy messes.

J= Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Little and innocent pranks, like putting cream or hidhing things, short and innofensive pranks that can't get you mad at him. He knows how to read the ambience and when he sense it's time to return you the book, he does it.

K= Kisses: how do they kiss?

Slow and sensual, he likes to take his time with you. He likes to savour everything about you and your lips. He can spent hours making out, just enjoying your lips against his without needing to go any further becuase he can express how much he loves you thru these actions. His hands travel all the way thru you body at a slowly pace, accompanying his feelings.

L= Love: who says I love you first?

Him, without doubt. He gets to excited when he has a crush and sometimes gets thinks too fast, but he really loves you and needed to say it.

He also has the little fantasy of someday, it happens the moment were you both say I love you at the same time.

M= Memory their favourite moment together.

When you defended him from a racist. Like we saw and the show and we know that happens on real life, people are a little to much of a haters. On one party he starts get called bad things by some people., but he decided to ignore it. You saw how bad it was affecting him saw you striked back. They throw drinks at you, a fight was almost started and you two needed to run away from there. It was dangerous, to say at least, but he coudln't keep his eyes off you while running (which make him almost fall a couple of times). He knew he was crazy for you that time.

N= Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

He doesn't really have the money to buy everything but if he could, he will. He likes to spoil you with everything you need, want or can, or even things you didn't know you needed before. If he can't buy then he will try to make it.

O= Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

When he sees red, he thinks of you, always. It reminds him of love and how much he cares about you. It demostrates his devotion to you.

You don't really have a color that reminds you of him, maybe green or yellow but it's always the mix of a lot of colours that gets in your mind. When you see a splash of colours on a graffiti, a painting or anything, it reminds you of his outfits. (we know he mixes every colour and pattern)

P= Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Every one of them, sometimes he is being serious because he is a little clumsy when he likes someone but other times he just wants to make you mad.

"Honey, give me a hug" "My little sweet milkshake give a kiss" "Love" "Baby" "My sweet honey girlfriend" and al combination you could think.

Q= Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

Rocking chair. It is weird and he won't tell anyone, when you discovered you were stunned. His grandma had one on the house and he just likes to sit there and swing back and forth, he could do it unconciously for hours. While reading a book, listening to music, being on his phone.

Fun fact: it's not the first time you catched him on the chair while passing thru the corridor and getting scared thinking he is a ghost or something.

R= Rainy day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Listen to music, videocall if you aren't on the same house, eating a lot and even cooking, obviously binge watching some series.

Rainy days end up being a mess if you both stay inside the house, but there are sometimes were you both go out in the rain. You like the breeze and being together under the umbrella. He likes doing walks and maybe you get a cold afterwards but in his eyes it was worthy.

S= Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up?

He is good at cheering other people up but not himself (like we saw on the show).

When you are sad he likes to make you forget about it with a cake or balloons or some goofy idea that makes you mad at him and not sad about the matter. If you want to talk seriously, then he puts the serious mode and gets into supportal psychologic boyfriend.

When you want to cheer him up, you need to talk to him seriously and then pass to the cake. When he gets sad he isolates himself and gets really catastrophic, so cheering him up means talking about the matter and making him think or believe that it's not that much of a problem.

T= Talking: what do they love to talk about?

I think he likes to tell you random facts he just discovered. Without previous warning, you were sitting on the couch with your phones and suddently he says:

"Hey, you know that this scene in ....." and you have a good five minutes of random facts.

Your favourite ones to listen to are related to movies and tv shows.

U= Unencumbered: what helps them relax?

Just chill with you on bed and watch a movie while he rests his head on your chest. He tends to fall asleep due to how relaxing your heartbeat is to him. It is really funny to you how he snores a little and his mouth opens a lot.

V= Vaun: what do they like to show off? what are they proud of?

He likes to show of his athletic skills and it's very proud about it. The other thing he always like to show off is you, obviously, he is the type of boyfriend to kneel in front of you and praise you in front of everyone.

W= Wedding them, how, where do they propose.

Next to the beach, minimalistic but with all details that represent you both. Obviously since his maori heritage there will be a lot of cultural things around the wedding. I think it will be a lot of white and gold everywhere around.

He will propose in one of those trips you do to hike and be in nature, because i think he is a lot into hiking weekends. There will be a waterfall behind or something like that, just idilic and just the two of you.

With the ring there are two options, either he got really crystal freak and choose every gem that represent you or he either took a couple of twigs and braided them on the moment because he couldn't wait more to marry you.

X= Xylophone: what’s their song?

"Fantasy" by Mariah Carey.

He just thinks that the fantasy thing and all about that you are a dream came true and appear on his dream every night just makes the vibe to his feelings for you.

Y= You are the ______ to my _______ (ex. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the stars to my moon. It sounds a lot like game of thrones Khal Drogo and Daenerys thing but since he saw it on the show, he got super romantic and obssesed about it.

Z= Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would get?

He wants pets, obviously. I picture him having a golden retriever to match his energy. If you often have to deal with a charming energetic boyfriend, now you have to double with his dog double.

[morgana-ren]

Do you think it would hurt Astarion if his consort no longer loves him? Got this thought after reading the short fic you wrote for a previous ask, when yandere Astarion uses his control over his consort. Like would he be hurt when his consort finally had enough, no longer having the will to do anything, no longer fighting against his will and just following along. Would he be sad that the only reason why his consort is acting all loving to him is because of his control over them? That when he looks them in the eye, he sees nothing. No more love when they look at him, just blank, soulless eyes.

Sorry if I can’t explain it well. I hope you get what I mean. Thank you.

I think that's the one thing that could hurt him. Allow me to explain:

I don't think that Astarion doesn't love Tav; I think he almost loves them too much. Love and possession are one and the same in his mind. His lover, his pet, his consort, his spawn-- it's all the same. Mind you, he'd been kept in slavery for hundreds of years, and what conspired in Cazador's palace left a deep, scarred crevice over where his love map should be. He is a ruthless creature with a fixation on total power and domination, and Tav throws a wrench into that. They are a variable that he cannot technically control that has a measure of control over him, no matter how much he smacks them around. When he becomes a vampire lord and they a spawn, he now wields a power over them that he clearly abuses.

What he wants is total love, adoration, obedience, and desire. That directly conflicts with how he intrinsically views 'love.'

You cannot possess someone and love them at the same time. He cannot have the things he wants from them without breaking the parts of their personality that he fell in love with. Tav was a strong willed, powerful, independent creature-- so strong willed and powerful that it's basically what got him to where he is to begin with. What he expects from them isn't love, and Tav knows that, but it's too far gone to salvage him.

Rather than talking things out, compromising, bonding, and taking time for each other, Astarion can bypass all of that 'hard work' by simply commanding them. He sees no problem with it at all. After all, isn't that his right? When they disobey, isn't that how you set them straight? It seems a bargain at first, but every time he does, some part of his Tav is chipped away never to return. The trust, love, and care that they'd built over the course of their adventure disappears forever.

He is essentially robbing himself of that love, and that very love is one of the things that he desires most. So much so that he literally will not let them leave. He very much is in love with them, but he becomes Cazador in his own right, only he is so obsessive over Tav that the detachment that Cazador had to his spawns doesn't come into play. Cazador couldn't have cared less about them. They were a means to an end. He didn't care whether they liked him or not.

But Tav? Astarion loves them. So much so he wants to literally spend eternity with them, bound to each other until the sun burns itself out.

That's just it, though. What he is doing is suffocating the Tav he loves. They cannot shine as they once did under his thumb. They cannot be themselves. Something in them dies, and it's the very thing that Astarion fell in love with. With their free will gone, it is essentially a never-ending torture. And what happens to the mind when you are being tortured constantly?

You disassociate. You go somewhere far away and lock yourself there. Your body is a shell-- a prison-- so you leave the only way you can. It's what you do to survive.

They go hollow. Those sparks of life that Astarion craves slowly whittle away. They don't look at him with fire and passion any longer. Only with cold, dark, empty eyes that convey nothing at all. They don't lean into his touch and they don't recoil. They simply sit still. In bed, he can do as he likes to them, even command them to reciprocate, but it's one grand pastiche of what it used to be.

He craves reaction after a while. Any reaction. Anything genuine. But when Tav is allowed to do so, he feels rejected and abandoned and frightened of losing them, so he commands them once more.

It leaves him empty as well because he knows the truth.

There is a point of no return and he has long since crossed it. If he frees them from his thrall, they'll run. They'll run far away. He knows because he's done it. He knows exactly how they feel, the resentment they harbor, how much they hate him. He could scour Toril to bring them back, of course, but they'll never find that lost part of them. That part that kept him warm. That part that kept him alive.

He is irrevocably in love with them, but their love has long since left him. He knows that. He can force them to say all the right things, make all the right moves, dance all the right steps, but it's nothing but a puppet show. Tav will never love him back. Not now. All he can do is pretend as hard as he can, squeeze tighter around their neck, keep them leashed as closely as possible and pretend as hard as he can when he forces them to tell him that he loves him.

All he can do is picture how it used to be: the nights they spent under the stars together, the thrill of blood and battles, the walks in the sun with their hands entwined, the taste of their enthusiasm and how they used to look at him with softness. Sitting together by the fire, joking and laughing and enjoying each other's company while roughing it on the road-- How long has it been since he last heard them laugh or saw them smile?

Where all that once was, there is now just a cold edge-- the precipice of nothing. An abyss. He can't even see himself reflected in their eyes anymore. When they look at him, no matter what they say, all they see is their own Cazador. One that has violated more than Cazador ever dared.

If you love something, set it free.

And Tav would never return.

So, he'll never set them free. It's a pyrrhic victory. A hell of his own making.

[hoesforyosuke]

'never heard of jealousy'

gojo headcanons while i work on a fic... cw! jealousy???, m!reader in mind, but can be read as gn as well, very short

- this man doesn't really get jealous. he's confident in himself usually - buttttt sometimes he does get upset when you'd rather spend time with other people - he doesn't like when other people flirt with you when they think he isn't paying attention - very handsy during those situations. hands on your hips, waist, thighs, around you comepletely. it doesn't matter he just touches you - one time made you wear a ring so that other people could see you were taken - if you ignore him by accident he gets super pouty - if you actually ignore him.. just hope he takes it easy on you in bed - he def denies that he gets jealous and tries to play it off

"whattt, i'm not jealous. he was just a little bit too close to you. ya'know?" he says, taking you in for a hug to hopefully distract you from whatever he just did.

- it was just a worker who was trying to help you pick out some shoes - if you get mad at him for acting like that, he'll buy you so much stuff so you'll forgive him - and you sometimes give in, depending on what he did - overall he tries not to get jealous because he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other people

a/n. anyways gonna pretend like it didnt take me like two months to post something new...... ^_^

[rogueddie]

Soulmates Steddie Recs

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And Death Stands So Small In The Face Of Love

writersagainstwritersblock

Soulmate AU where soulmarks don't turn until the person actually loves you, rather than upon meeting. Unturned marks are just ink until the person who loves you touches them and turns them into bright, colorful tattoos. Or a character study on Steve, the people he loves, and the people who love him.

Words : 14,514 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Find the words and talk to me

daytimedreamer

In a world where a tattoo-like mark appears on your left wrist when your soulmate is relatively close to you, Eddie Munson doesn't have one.

But he's fine with it. Completely fine. Who needs a soulmate... Right?

He has his whole life figured out already and the lack of a soulmate hasn't affected his plans at all.

That is until a mark does appear and Eddie discovers he can't run from fate.

Words : 72,470 Chapters : 11/11 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

color me in danger

SolariaLunar21

The first time Eddie remembers a major change in the color of his meter he’s 11 years old. For most of his life the bar on his wrist has sat firmly in the green sometimes on very rare occasions darkening to a green blue color. That is until that day when he’s 11 and he watches it change to yellow for the first time.

Words : 4,755 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

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Your skin and bones turn into something beautiful (You know I love you so)

ChristinMKay

Steve Harrington is born with a scream on his lips and so much love in his being that his body is covered in it. An abundance of moles, freckles, and birthmarks are speckled across his skin, painting him in constellations and stardust and affection.

The nurses and doctors are congratulating Steve’s parents as they place him in the arms of his mother. They say he is blessed. Lived so many lives filled with people who loved him so much that the press of their lips against his skin had to echo through time and leave a mark.

Words : 4,209 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

so we must meet apart

leah_btw

He sometimes imagines how it would feel to be in Munson's orbit. Sometimes imagines where his words would be. Hopes they'd curl along Munson's cheek bone where Steve could brush his thumb so easily. Or in the junction between his neck and shoulder, a place where Steve could drop kisses. Or along the curve of his hip, where Steve's palm could settle.

None of it matters because Steve never says anything.

Words : 15,437 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Heart on Your Sleeve

Anonymous

Steve Harrington doesn’t know how to love right. He knows he loves his parents, but their soul marks have turned to scars on his skin. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. With some help, he figures out it's not his fault.

Inspired by a kink meme prompt where your soul mark appears when you realise you love someone.

Words : 22,816 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Error Option Romance

thankyouplease

Eddie imagines that Steve Harrington probably thinks that he is real hot shit. On top of being a rich prom king, he is also an eroptomancer. A love seer. A soulseer, some people call them – someone able to see the weird magic that connects people in a predestined shit storm of a craps game. He probably thinks he’s real goddamn special. One in a million special.

It’s actually closer to one in five million, but who’s counting?

Words : 61,348 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Platonic with a capital "P"

fucktacles

Robin Buckley was betrayed by the universe twice in her short teenage life. Once when she was born a lesbian in a homophobic little town. Again, when it shoved Steve Harrington into her life. Worst of all, he was starting to grow on her. She might even be, gods forbid, fond of him.

Words : 8,429 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

as you bleed your deepest feelings here

hitlikehammers

“My first fucking tattoo, hell,” Eddie sniffles and sneers and neither sentiment really lands, it’s more just…devastating. “Thought about covering it up, soon as anyone would let me into a parlor. Tried to stick-and-poke it, so I couldn’t tell what it was anymore but I couldn’t even get past a single little dot, like a full inch away,” he presses Steve’s hand closer, the skin so smooth and so fucking warm; “made my,” Eddie’s voice cracks then, and sounds almost like it bleeds around the last wet whimpers that fall forth:

“Made my heart hurt.”

Fuck, but it makes Steve’s heart hurt, too.

“But it was a whole new hurt when there was you, you understand?” Steve freezes, scared for half a second until Eddie reaches for his chin and lifts his gaze, stares utter devotion and maybe a little disbelief straight into Steve’s veins just with a look that full, then Eddie licks his lips and there’s a hint of a smile that dares to breach the cloud cover.

“You made my heart kinda,” and oh, yeah, a smile: “sing.”

Words : 3,096 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

[irisintheafterglow]

Hello!! Hope you’re well :) I absolutely love the way you write zoro ..!!! 🫶 you write him perfectly 💞 it brings a lot of comfort !

If your requests are open, is it okay to ask for a short fic or a headcannon list (however you wanna write it!) of zoro and a sad drunk reader? Like, they don’t drink a whole lot, only cuz they don’t trust them selves with it.. but they’re so comfortable with him they give it a try- to both of their surprises, there’s lots of… drunk crying and blabbles… how would zoro react to that?

Hope it’s not to much - thank you and stay awesome, don’t forget to take care of you and thanks for all the great fics you write 🫶💚

...but you can make me a drink

cw: swearing, alcohol, angst and feelings but mostly fluff

note: thank you so much for the love aww <33 this is so cute and i had so much fun writing this. i'm so glad you like my zoro stuff, i hope you like this too!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3 thank you for your support!

"i really don't remember the last time i was this wasted."

"you're wasted already? that didn't take very long," you giggle deliriously, stretching out on the ledge of zoro's window with a dangerously sweet bottle of bad ideas in your hand. "here i thought the great pirate hunter was a heavyweight."

"i am," he protests from across from you, eyelids heavy and struggling to stay awake. "i just got outclassed." his admission sends another wave of tired chuckles through your body and you take another sip of your drink. "you doing okay?"

"i'm good. thank you for helping me with this." your eyes meet his over the rim of your bottle and you swear his ears turn the slightest shade of pink. "i really appreciate it, more than you'll ever know."

"it's whatever. you know i like any excuse to drink my problems away," he drawls absentmindedly. "plus, if it means you finally stop working your ass off, that's a bonus." it was his idea to have a drink together after a particularly taxing mission, one where alcohol was calling your name but you didn't have the courage to drink in front of your friends just yet. the last time you drank until you blacked out like your crewmates wanted to do, you ended up in some very sticky situations that you never wanted to risk getting into again. so, when zoro suggested that you have a drink with only him where he could keep an eye on you, it seemed like a good idea.

it was a good idea, until the tears started flowing.

"you know, i haven't felt this comfortable with anyone since i left my old crew," you admit, already feeling the long-repressed emotions starting to bubble to the surface.

"why not?"

"it's what i've learned. no one, no matter how many promises they make, is ever permanent. i've learned to live with that, but it doesn't mean it hurts less when you do end up losing them." you don't register your face becoming wet until he reaches out and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. he'd never looked so beautiful. "i hope i never lose you," you whisper and his eyes can't seem to find a place to focus on your face.

"i hope i never lose you, either," he says just as softly. his eyebrows furrow slightly as you continue to cry in his room, against his hand, while wearing his clothes. neither of you anticipated a night of drinking to end in so many emotions; yet, he couldn't think of any other place he'd rather be than with you so close. "it's fucking exhausting, isn't it?"

"mhmm," you agree, dabbing the corner of his eye with your sleeve to catch some more unexpected tears. "we can't make any promises, can we?"

"nope, but i can make you another drink."

"sounds amazing. help me forget this ever happened, zoro?"

"i'll do anything you require of me, sweetheart."

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[a-casual-kpopfan]

At Peace. - JiU

A/N: Heavily inspired by a different fic, and I mean very heavily. Quite a short one but wanted to do something different, doesn't mean I am fully back from my break. - Ghost

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“I’m not drunk!”

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…”

In the dimly lit hallway of a complex, two figures could be seen dragging themselves along the walkway, well, to be more precise, one was dragging the other.

“Jin! I am not drunk!” the clearly drunken figure yelled, leaning onto the other one for support.

“Uh huh, sure….” Said the other figure, Jin. “Stay still please.” He said as he pulled out the key for the apartment, unlocking it before pulling the other person through the door.

Despite being dragged through the room, the other person kept smiling to themselves before being situated on the couch. Jin knelt in front of them, one hand slapping their cheek lightly.

“Oi, JiU?” He asked.

“Hmm?” The other person, now known as JiU, reacted to her name being called.

“How many fingers am I holding?” Jin held 2 fingers.

“Five!” JiU giggled, her behavior in a way like a kid seeing their favorite toy.

Sighing to himself, Jin then stood up. “I’ll fetch you some water.” Moving to the kitchen, he muttered to himself as he poured her a glass of water. “And she was the one that started this…”

Dialing back a couple of hours ago, JiU was the one that unapologetically barged into Jin’s apartment, and dragging him to some party of her friend, saying that ‘you can’t keep yourself holed up like this!’. Fast forward till present, here they were, at JiU’s apartment, where you had to act as her ‘bodyguard’ and brought her back safely to her home.

Despite all the grumblings Jin had, a small smile still plastered on his face. After all, JiU just wanted him to be happier, though her way of doing it might be a bit wrong.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he returned to the living room with 2 glasses of water “Here’s your water-” only to be met with JiU fast asleep, leaning against the couch. Her chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths.

Jin felt a smile creep up on his face. Setting the 2 glasses down, he pulled out his phone for a couple of pics, mainly for teasing materials later.

“JiU?” Jin called her name softly. He knew firsthand how much of a bitch it was to fall asleep in wrong positions, then to wake up with aches all over the body. Kneeling next to her, he called her again, but with her real name this time. “Minji?”

Nothing.

She seemed to be too deep in sleep to even care at this point.

It took Jin a while to decide what to do next, not knowing whether or not he wants to help Minji get more comfortable, at the cost of intruding more inside her home, or leaving, and leaving Minji to deal with the aches and a hangover tomorrow.

It didn’t take him long to reach a decision.

First, though, Jin looked around her apartment to locate where her bedroom was, despite him visiting her apartment quite often, to the point of having the extra key just in case - It was the same for her, actually, having gone to his place so much that he’d rather give her a key then having to open the door for her every time.

It took him a while to actually locate the bedroom and open its door in advance before returning to the couch.

“Minji,” Jin called her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing her shoulder. “Don’t make me carry you to bed.”

All he got in response was the slightest of hums.

A yawn struck Jin, seeing how relaxed and content Minji was, sleeping on her couch. His drowsiness was starting to sink in. Turning his attention back to Minji, he might as well take matter into his own hands. After all, he already predicted things would go like this.

“Alright.” Jin chuckled “You asked for this.”

Jin looped Minji’s arm around his neck, half expecting her to wake up. But all he got was some mumbling and stirring. When Minji stopped stirring, Jin then slides one arm around her slender back, and the other underneath her legs. With little resistance, Jin scooped Minji up in his arms. She really was out cold.

It wasn’t the first time Jin had tucked a sleeping woman into bed. God knows how many times she fell asleep-

Before Jin’s mind could wander, he snapped himself back. Now was not the time for it.

Nestled in his arms, Minji’s head lolled the side, nuzzling into Jin’s neck. Her soft, warm breaths made his hair stand on end. This sensation hit a bit too close to home.

Gently, Jin made his way to her bedroom before dumbfoundedly staring at the bed- He didn’t know which side Minji usually sleeps on. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that there was an end table on the left side of the bed – He blamed his own drowsiness for that.

A bittersweet smile tugged on his lips. It was the same for her as well.

Taking a breath, Jin approached the left side of the bed before easing Minji down onto her bed. The dress she was wearing did not look like the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but considering how Minji passed out on the couch, Jin doubted that she even noticed. As close as they were, there were still some boundaries to be kept, and Jin obviously would never cross it. He just wanted her to be comfortable sleeping in her own bed.

To that end, he took hold her Minji’s legs, gently easing those heels off her feet and setting them on the floor. Why did women love to wear heels, he would never be able to understand, especially when it left their feet hurt all over. His hand unconsciously stayed on the smooth skin of her legs a second longer, another habit he had that was hard to get rid of. He could blink and be back to her room, tucking her in after a long night of working, hoping she would get a wink of sleep before a new day began. Jin withdrew his hands before his throat could get any tighter from the memories resurfacing in his thoughts.

Jin took a seat at the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the comforter up. Once it was in place, Jin noticed the makeup on Minji’s face. It wasn’t much, rather light actually. But leaving it on wouldn’t be good for her skin. And so, after turning on her night lamp and rummaging through Minji’s makeup table – Jin planned to apologize about it later when she was sober – he found all the necessary stuff to remove her makeup.

With makeup wipes in his hand, Jin gently wiped her face, slowly and carefully so that she wouldn’t be woken up. His eyes squinting due to the limited light that he had, but rather that than waking her up with the sudden brightness. The more his hand moved, the more his mind slipped back into the memories, of him wiping off her makeup whenever she was too tired to do so, how her gentle smile brought a smile on his own face as he focused on cleaning her face. But not anymore.

With practiced hands, Minji’s face was soon free of makeup. Minji finally stirred then, her smooth hair spread out on the pillow, like a jet-black river flowing around her head. Jin couldn’t help himself reaching out to tuck a few strands of hair away from her face. His hand lingered, thumb stroking gently along her cheek.

Jin couldn’t help but feel relief as he saw how Minji was finally resting. She had been overworking herself too much, not just in her work, but in helping him as well. The reason why he went out with her today was partly because of that.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin removed his hand from her face and stood up.

It was then that Minji stirred. Her eyes opened slightly, barely a crack, as she shifted her head to look at Jin. He held her gaze for a while, until Minji pulled her arms out from underneath the covers. She reached out to Jin, holding onto his hand with one hand, while the other landed at the spot next to her on the right side of the bed.

“Stay,” Minji mumbled, her lips formed a small, yet tired smile. “Please.”

Jin found it far too easy to accept her invitation. He was already smiling back and whispering, “Okay.”

Her contentment shone bright on Minji’s sleepy feature. She gave his hand a squeeze before releasing him. Jin made his way to the other side of the bed and emptied his pockets. His phone, wallet and keys were placed on the dresser near his side.

Shedding his outer jacket, Jin only now realized how cold the room was, and eased himself into Minji’s bed on the right side. All the ghosts of familiarity made themselves known to him once again. The way his foot brushed against Minji’s legs as he tucked himself in. The give of the mattress under her slender body. The soft sounds of her breathing in there, no, her bedroom. He corrected himself. All the sensations and feelings that he had not shared with anyone but her.

Another yawn came, and Jin didn’t even bother to cover his mouth anymore, too tired for that. Glancing over to the side, Jin found Minji out cold once again, a small smile lingered on her lips. He allowed himself a moment to admire her beauty under the dim light of her night lamp.

This was foreign territory for both, crossed so easily and with little second thought. Maybe it was since they were already close friends? Minji just asked him, and he agreed, easy as that.

It was difficult to think about it. To look at all the similarities and comparisons to his late fiancé – even if he had been doing so without the slightest ill intent. His heart still ached just thinking about it – to think of her, his late fiancé, and how he would never be able to climb into bed with her the way he had just done so with Minji.

Jin instead chose to be grateful to Minji’s support and understanding, and how pivotal she was to make the pain at least bearable. After all, Jin wouldn’t be here if Minji wasn’t worried that he would be lonely, and promptly dragged him to a party so that he could have a fun time.

In all honesty, that party was anything but fun for Jin, but he was still grateful for Minji’s support, and he was content of doing just that.

And – even though he had not even thought of it – not once did he ever consider pretending that the person sleeping next to him was his late fiancé.

Jin was happy that it was Minji. That was enough. Minji was Minji – or JiU, as she liked to call herself – and that was enough. He would never pretend she was someone else. No matter how much he loved her to the depth of his heart. No matter how much her loss cut him to his very core.

Jin drifted away into sleep, easier than he had in recent memory.

[kurosstuff]

Since you asked for a request from me- Imma give you one. Hopefully this is a challenge for you, Love /j

A fluffy fic with Lute where they keep falling asleep on her

Thank you lovely ♡♡ 💕💕💕

Here's a short fic ♡♡ I'm very sleepy as I write this so if I accidentally miss spelled anything(which I may have?( I'm sorry

Lute x reader

Usually staying up late doesn't do much to you but.. dealing with Adam all night complaining in your ear as your trying to focus on writing your weekly essay for Sera? Wasn't fun.

Silently cursing, Adam yawning, dragging yourself off the chair to the kitchen. Gotta make breakfast no matter how tired you are. You'll cool for you and your girlfriend- rather not her cook. Shivering in the horror of the last time she cooked - how burnt the eggs were you sighed, getting all the stuff you need sluggishly failing to notice her in the room calling for you

"-ove?" A hand touched your shoulder, making you jolt looking back before smiling sleepily at Lutes worried face."Dove? Are you alright? Are you not looking so good?" Softly speaking something you proudly state only you get to hear

Making you laugh softly, hugging her gently. "I dont look good?"" You teased, smiling at her quick change of wording. "Lute~, I'm joking~ but no, I'm just.. tired." closing your eyes against her shoulder, taking a deep breath hearing her call for you- you didn't answer at first before a soft snore escaped you before jolting up "I'm awake im- I'm not asleep"

"..I can see that"

Is all she spoke sighing, leaning to turn the oven off sighing, helping you to the couch "lets watch TV first wake up more, ok?" Sitting beside you wrapping her arm around her pulling you into her side to cuddle

-

You have no idea what's going on in this movie- you kept dozing off or, as you said? "I'm only resting my eyes!" Stuttering out flushed from being gently teased by lute.

After a while- lute felt pressure on her shoulder. Familiar pressure looking over seeing you finally succumbing to your much needed rest smiling, she turned the TV off, moving to lay on her back pulling you onto her in her arms not wishing to move you too much incase you woke up

Watching you for a moment with soft eyes filled with nothing, but love and devotion, "sleep well, my little dove~" Purring out kissing your forehead gently moving to wrap her wings around you as a form of a blanket flushed she willingly decided to take a nap along side you "...I love you, my mate~"

[karnaca78]

speaking of which Karna, I wanted to hear about your Rom too !! If i understand/remember correctly, she was Micolash' supervisor of sorts ? Would you mind telling us more, and what other ideas you have for her ? 👀

Oh! Yes, I suppose I've shared very little about her even though she's always been a favourite. Thank you for giving me an excuse to yap about her 😭

In my timeline, Rom (1830-1869) is a fairly reputable anatomist at Byrgenwerth, as well as Willem's niece (extremely strained relationship, the vibes are rancid like you wouldn't believe).

She is very close friends with Caryll, one of the college's archaeologists and later self-appointed Runesmith who makes it his life's purpose to translate the word of the Great Ones.

With Laurence she is cordial at best— her dislike for him probably motivates her not to join the Choir, even though she is involved with Ebrietas (as an anatomist, she mostly studies her physicality).

Her relationship with Micolash is so far the most significant. In 1859, she hires him as her assistant during the Fishing Hamlet beach party because of his upbringing as a surgeon's son, and they do funky experiments with the villagers' remains. All in all she takes it rather better than him, but they both see their scientific worldview tilted on its axis.

(There's a whole fic I've been struggling to write for months on this topic... Hopefully I'll finally decide how I want to write it, but today is not that day)

After that, they work together to try and make sense of Kos and what her existence implies. Micolash, who is first and foremost a physicist, finishes in 1863 his doctoral thesis on the influence of the Great Ones on the laws of matter (which ends up being an odd jumble of mathematical theory, philosophical conjecture and whatever music he's managed to put into it). Rom has to battle Willem for him to give Micolash his doctoral title and keep him at Byrgenwerth, considering the rather abstract nature of his work, so they can pursue their research.

When Laurence and Micolash decide to research the blood they've found during one of their expeditions to the tombs under Yharnam, she doesn't get much involved. She sort of works with the Healing Church (founded 1867) from the sidelines but keeps her post at Byrgenwerth— Willem allegedly wants her to be elected in his place as head of the college. It turns out to be a ruse for him to use her for an attempt at ascension.

Rom and Micolash essentially remain friends but their relationship is rather ambiguous. She's 7 years older than him but after he gets his doctoral title, they interact as equals and have a brief romantic thing going on before Micolash leaves Byrgenwerth to join the Church (to rekindle his yaoi flame with Laurence no doubt).

(I'm at the moment writing a short Micolash/Rom fic. I'm still debating if it's worth finishing.)

She gets turned into the "Vacuous Spider" at age 39 following Willem's failed experiment. Micolash learns of it after the fact and will mourn her for the rest of his life. She spends about 20 years in the lake before the Good Hunter finally puts her to rest.

References:

this comic hints at whatever the hell these two were up to in the Fishing Hamlet

and this one hints that they are quite close (definitely enough for her to touch him which rather says a lot about it, I mean what)

[light-purp-insect]

A Hesitant Rest (Zevlor BG3 x GN unspecified Tav)

Notes/warnings: SFW, fluff, domestic feelings, mentions of other companions, Astarion being himself at the end, not beta read, sleeping together (literally), slight depictions of anxiety, slight nudity (undressing in the company of another person), very light spoilers, possibly fast paced? (Read author's notes below for context), very little dialogue

This was just an excuse to write something in two days to finally put another fic on my blog, as well as hopefully an introduction for fans of Baldur's Gate 3 to send asks.

The fire of the camp was on its last embers, the bright hot orange ashes going into the sky but no crackle left. It made the little clearing have such little lighting, the only main source being an occasional lantern or candle left out near a tent before their inhabitant went to bed. That or Karlach’s internal workings giving a glow through the thin fabric of her tent, but that was always to be expected. Speaking of, I don’t even remember why I’m still up. It's not like anyone will attack us, I’ve noticed very few creatures are even interested in us. But then again, I couldn’t be certain. For all I knew, there could be a bear that wasn’t Halsin or perhaps a crazed Drow or–

You notice the dull red tip of a pointed tail of your tiefling friend, Zevlor, twitch back and forth. His eyes scanned the camp and the outskirts of the trees until falling onto you. You could see the initial shock of realizing you were awake melt into delight. The bowl of food next to him had gone cold a while ago, but so did yours. He motions for you to come closer with a hand, and you oblige without much convincing.

Eventually you find yourself on the ground next to him in silence. Your hand in his, more for his comfort than trying to be cuddly, his tail begins to become more alive. In particular his tail went from nervously flicking in the dirt to being pressed against your side and the tip swishing to pat your thigh.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“I'm afraid not, dear.”

His voice sounded a little defeated. He had gotten older and the stress of the loss of several Hellriders still was fresh in his mind. In his mind he still felt terrible, no matter how many times you tried to convince him it wasn't his fault for having his mind essentially possessed. To be honest he wanted to sleep next to you, you knew how to handle him the best.

“I have a few extra pillows, would you-..?” He doesn't finish his sentence, hoping you would be able to take his hint. To reiterate his question, he points to his tent with a clawed finger and tilts his head slightly. Once again you oblige to his silent offers. With a slightly pained groan, he gets up from the ground and guides you away towards his tent.

Much like he had said, on the rather rudimentary mattress was a few extra pillows and an old woven blanket for the both of you. From the inside, he turns and closes the fabric flap to the tent and begins to shuck the light armor from his body. The old leather falls unceremoniously to a little corner as he stretches his back with another groan. His tail slowly swishing around behind him as he continues to undress, giving you some privacy as you do as well.

Within a short time, he has stripped down to his old and worn boxers, the hoary fabric ripped slightly along the waistband and one of the side seams had been hastily restitched quite a while ago. His once lean body had gotten softer in some areas from age, of course still having to be well maintained from his previous years of travels. He had a few pink scars littering his figure, but nothing that looked particularly gnarly or uncomfortable to live with.

Eventually he turned back to you, giving a small smile that made his nasolabial lines more visible. He had bathed next to you a few times, so you weren't anything especially new to see in little clothing. He hunkers down on the poorly made mattress and waits patiently for you to follow. “It's been a little while since I was last able to sleep next to someone.” He muttered before looking away.

When he felt the bed sink under your weight, he looked back up. His gaze softened every second you were close. He needed this, something to comfort him tonight. The two of you languidly lay your heads on the pillows, and Zevlor momentarily readjusts himself so he wasn't laying on his horns.

As the two of you lay under the covers, eyes closed and silent, you feel the dull edge of a clawed hand. Did Zevlor want to hold you? It wouldn't be anything particularly out-of-the-ordinary, after all you had been through with this adventure. From under the blanket you guide his hand against your side. He gives a thankful huff in response.

And then, something you hadn't even thought he would do had happened. You had a feeling he wanted some contact, but now he had his arms wrapped around you and cradling your head to his chest. He smelt like the leather of his armor and had the faintest hint of smoke, probably from staying by the fire for so long. The tiefling languidly entertwined the both of your legs together, finally finding the warmth he so desperately craved. And you let him, he deserved something soft for once.

“Thank you, darling.” He purred– not in a lustful or lecherous way, but an actual feline-adjacent pur. You could feel by the blanket that his tail was sleepily wagging, clearly delighted you would let him have this. A pair of lips press to the crown of your head and stay there. You finally speak once again, wanting him to hear your voice before he drifted off to bed. “You're welcome, Zevlor.”

-- -- -- --

As the pale elf came back to the camp from his feeding, he instinctively decided to check the tents of his other companions. Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, Zev– oh. Well, at least he wouldn't need to check your tent tonight. He grined at the awfully sweet sight of the both of you asleep in the other's arms. He had a feeling he would tease one of you later, but he would allow you to rest before so.

[gryphonlover]

psssssst you got any other angsty ideas for opossum!Hyrule?

(don't tell Jes)

- hero-of-the-wolf

Hiding secret opossum things under this nice read more. Nothing suspicious here. Just keep scrolling, Jes.

Supposedly, opossums taste kind of like pork. (Stephen Winnick) I am not suggesting anyone should actually eat him, I'm just saying one or two individuals may be familiar with the idea of eating opossums. Personally, I would not recommend eating one, but I would also eat greens from the lawn, so... yeah.

Opossums have also been compared to pigs by some very old, very dead famous colonists, but I don't really see the similarities, myself. Seems like the most they have in common is what they eat and what they taste like. (I would like to point out that their diet is terrifyingly diverse. Opossums have been seen eating just about everything, including "skeletal remains of rodents and roadkill animals.")

I think some parallels can be made regarding estimated lifespan. The generally agreed upon average lifespan in the wild is 2 years. 2 years. That's not very long. Of course, people say that it's short because of predators, and opossums can live up to 10 years in captivity, but the average lifespan in captivity is usually closer to 4 years.

If you assume that there are lots of monsters and barely any support for Hyrule in his home era, then I think it's reasonable to assume that he's going to slip up and die young. As much as I want him to live a long, happy life, in that situation I think he'd inevitably die around the age of 25. Maybe a little older or younger, but he definitely wouldn't make it to Time's age.

Now, I don't know exactly how Dark World forms work, but given that Twilight has a lot of experience with that sort of thing (and Magic Wolf Senses), I rather like the idea that he has some kind of intuition about it.

This is utterly horrible to do to him, but you asked for opossum!Hyrule-related angst, so here you go. I'm finally getting to the point.

What I'd like to see is that Hyrule ends up in his opossum form and encounters Twilight, who figures out what's going on and wants to fix it. (Bonus points if he plays dead and fools Twilight.) One way or another, he puts two and two together and figures out that Hyrule's an opossum because they're terrifying and don't live very long. Maybe they're generally considered a symbol of people who die young or something like that in Ordon. I don't know. Whatever works. This causes a whole long existential crisis because he knew Time would eventually die (see: Hero's Shade) but he didn't realize Hyrule probably would as well and now here he is as a freaking opossum and everyone knows they're dangerous, but they also die all the freaking time. Anyway, at some point stuff happens, and the subject is actually brought up and Hyrule tries (and fails) to reassure Twilight by telling him he always knew he'd die young, and it doesn't really matter anyway because he already died once or twice (see: dolls) so really he's living on extra time and once he dies it's actually for the best for his era (see: Ganondorf ritual). Twilight, being a normal person, is not reassured at all. This would also be a good opportunity to insert one or two random historical documents/folk stories from after Hyrule's era about what actually ends up happening. (Bonus points if he dies even younger than Twilight expected.) Also, they are heroes, so an attempt to change fate is going to be made sooner or later. What happens next is up in the air because that just puts us back at the "is determinism real" debate, and no one has solved that in the last several centuries anyway.

So that's my proposal for an opssum!Hyrule angst fic. :)

[skrunksthatwunk]

yyh cast pet type headcanons!!

i am thinking about them and i am giving them animals to hang out with. yeag

hiei - falcon

falconeers don't really own their falcons. it takes a long time to build trust with them, and they can fly away at any time. they are wild animals

i think hiei would appreciate that untamed quality, and the speed, sight, and skill of them. i think he'd want a capable animal companion, if any at all

note: kuwabara would be freaked out by the emphasis on competence/functionality as well as the impermanence of it. he views animals as creatures to be protected and cherished, while hiei would rather spend time with something capable, self-sufficient, and useful (stealing this idea from my eikichi fic bc i think im right)

the closer an animal or an animal-owner relationship is to a baby/baby-parent relationship, the further he wants to be from it. it grosses him out a Lot. to him, it's like adopting an adult and then babytalking it

most peer-like relationship with animals

kurama - chia pet lol ferret/rat

i think he'd enjoy small, clever troublemakers

there's some tension inherent with kurama owning any prey animal (i think they sense his foxness), but if he finds one that isn't bothered by it, i think they'd get along just fine

enjoys training them

could keep them in his hair lol

somewhat used to short lifespans relative to his

relates to them and how they feel as animals to some extent, but he's much more likely to take control via a caretaker role than treat them as peers, like hiei

botan - chinchilla/sugar glider

i just think she'd like something soft fluffy and exotic. just seems like it'd suit her :)

pretty strong anti-reptile anti-bug bias. they freak her out

open to birds of a certain flavor. i think she'd like doves and pigeons for their dumb sweetheart-ness

also most likely to get something like a mini pig or a pygmy goat, though i think she would feel quickly overwhelmed by them

kuwabara - cats

obviously. *gestures to canon*

if i had to guess at a reason for it i'd say it's a matter of feeling appreciated. you generally can't get cats to do anything they don't want to do, so that means when they show you love, it's extra special. and i think his perseverence with challenges could help him win over even the most reluctant of cats, as well as his gentleness and unconditional love towards those critters

i think kuwa likes winning animals/people over and feeling chosen and seen

strong preference for very social animals, particularly mammals (so not, like, hermit crabs). i think he'd like dogs too

hates mice, so kurama's rats would be a bit weird for him

not huge on fish or reptiles, but willing/able to admire the coolness of them after freaking out for a bit. not huge on bugs and usually doesn't get over that

yusuke - it's complicated

i hate to say it but i don't think yusuke's really an animal person

HOWEVER. i do see him having a 50-year love-hate relationship with a sassy parrot. idk why i just think he'd argue with a bird

less used to short lifespans relative to him, would probably do better with something that lives longer, i.e. a parrot, while he's adjusting to that reality

bonus points bc he's kind of a bird (puu bird imagery)

though i think he'd appreciate feeling wanted and loved, i don't know that the responsibility of a pet would make him feel grounded and secure (i.e. kuwabara), but more anxious and constricted.

his carefree lifestyle would conflict with high maintenance pets, so he probably avoids them for a long time until he's ready to settle down

i think he likes dogs like he likes kids. they're cool to spend time with, but he's probably not gonna feel ready for them until they get dumped on him. i can see him dogsitting for keiko.

shizuru - cats, but for different reasons

a bit like hiei, i think she appreciates self-sufficiency and independence

not huge on kittens, see above

would really like a very chill very lowkey cat

yukina - hear me out. it's not birds

ok. i know birds are probably everyone's first thought bc of her bird friends at tarukane's, but i have a counter-proposal:

i think yukina loves birds but wouldn't want to trap them. she strikes me more as a feeding-birds-at-the-park type + knows what it's like to be trapped (and resents it)

she would be very willing to take in a wild bird that, due to injury or illness, could not be re-released. i think she'd love that

instead, i propose: hermit crabs and brine shrimp

yes im making her be into sea monkeys

my justifications for this are pretty limited. i mostly just think she'd be really into little guys. and i think she'd have a bit more interest in pets that would be considered weird or boring by others (i.e. cockroaches, beetles, tarantulas), especially if they come from non-icy climates. i can picture her holding everything from an iguana to a maggot with similar enthusiasm. but i think she'd likely start with small aquatic guys

plus, she feels a lot less bad about the trapping thing because they need to be in water to survive. it feels more right to her

anyway i just feel like she'd enjoy aquatic stuff. maybe because it's novel, if the ice world was too cold for them to be accessible

i like to think there's ponds on genkai's property that she could put koi or turtles in

oh dude can you imagine her with a frog terrarium bc i can

likes mammals as well, but fascinated with cold-blooded creatures due to novelty

keiko - hamster/gerbil/dog

i also struggled with her a lot, but i think she'd be a dog person

AND i also think she'd be into those small rodents, i.e. hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs (for smth bigger). maybe she had a few as a kid and never really got bored with them like others did. quite passionate about their value as pets, very upset about how they are treated by broader communities

part of me says she'd want a little dog and part of me says she'd want a huge rowdy dog (a bit like yusuke), so maybe she can have both. as a treat :)

though if i had to place anyone as interested in raising farm animals (as livestock or as pets), it'd be her. idk why but i can see her caring for geese and pigs and stuff. she wouldn't mind the hard and often dirty work of it

genkai - tortoise

i think she'd appreciate a slow-paced, low maintenance kinda guy

long lifespan bonus

it's really easy for me to imagine a big tortoise on her compound just free roaming

or perhaps little turtles in ponds around the property

plus turtles kinda inherently have old lady swag to me

toguro - snake

he's used to things kinda climbing all over him

also appreciates the low maintenance aspect

would probably look at a snake dislocating its jaw to eat something whole and go "would you look at that,, you're pushing your limits to feed yourself,,, for you it's a matter of survival. truly i have much to learn" or some shit

sensui - chickens

uh. i don't have an explanation for this one. i think he and itsuki would raise chickens that's all

i think he would carry them under his arm and he'd like watching them walk around

koenma - dwarf hamsters

just the tiniest little fit-in-your-palm types. makes him feel bigger

i can just imagine one of those wire cages behind him in his office idk vibe checks out

[presleyhearted]

Kismet, Kismet✨🤍| Part 1

pairing : 1970s!e x Asian!OC summary : Angel Song grew up in a strict, Korean household. Molding her into the perfect 'good girl.' Through a strange case of serendipity, she finds herself face to face with Elvis Presley, the one person who just might threaten to shatter the glass of her good girl act. chapter warnings: age gap, profanity. genre: fluff, angst, (future smut)

author's note : hi! this was originally a one-shot in my mind, but when I started writing I realized the story is longer than that. So, a full-length fic. I noticed the lack of Asian-centred characters in the fandom, so here we go. I have so much planned for this, already daydreaming about future scenes. Each part will have warnings, so please refer to those before reading. This series will contain 18+ and mature themes, even if this part one does not. So, please be wary of that if you are a minor, do not interact. enjoy reading! - Rose 💋

Las Vegas, 1972

She shouldn't be here tonight.

The piles upon piles of paper that occupied back at her dorm room would agree. A rather stark contrast to the blinding lights, numerous glamoured clothing, and excited chatter that filled the spacious room she was currently in. Two different ways one could spend their Thursday night. Not even the carefree reputation of a weekend could ease the guilt of temporarily abandoning academic commitments.

My goodness, it's Thursday night Angel thought to herself, as she couldn't help but fiddle with her fingers, trying and failing desperately to relax in the seat. An action that does not go unnoticed by Felicity, her carefree roommate.

"Are you on your period?" Felicity asked her, nonchalantly. Thankfully, she says this in a quieter voice. Angel knows that there is no embarrassment in the natural cycle of womanhood. But it is still a topic that can only be discussed in hushed whispers between women.

Angel shook her head, "No. Why?"

"It's just, you keep fidgeting in your seat." Felicity pointed out.

"I can't help thinking about that paper for-"

Felicity quickly shushed her and took hold of her arms, "Oh my god, Angel. No. No talk about assignments, essays, or professors. We are sat front row about to see thee Elvis Presley in front of our very eyes!" She said, in a matter-of-fact, way and gesturing her hands dramatically to the stage.

"I know, but-"

"No buts! Our boring life as college students can wait, but this is once in a blue moon." Felicity persisted, her voice drifting off into a dreamy sigh.

Although, Angel instinctively was about to reply back something along the lines of academic responsibility needing to triumph seeing a star's live performance - her roommate's words processed longer in her mind. Felicity tends to be bolder and acts quickly without thinking most of the time. A habit that doesn't exactly align with safety, but does very much so with trouble. Angel was quite the opposite and is the one who persistently cautions her roommate's spontaneous pursuits.

But Angel does know that spontaneity can result in good things. She can act at least recognize that. Which is why, she held back her tongue before replying to Felicity, because well - this is one of those good things.

Very good things. Angel's thoughts echoed.

A reminder more so. A reminder of the time when she first heard him sing and see him perform. Just one year before her senior year of high school, she stumbled upon his performance on the television screen in her parents' living room. The '68 comeback special. His all-black leather outfit, tanned skin, jet-black hair, and not to mention the crooked grin that he so consistently displayed to his audience. His voice - a beautiful, rich, and deep timbre that captured anyone who listened. Angel did. Certainly. Not to mention the way he moved on stage - he was practically swimming with charisma and sexual appeal.

But of course, her eyes were only captivated by his performance for a short while before her mother waltzed in and abruptly turned the television set off. Hands-on her hips, a deep set frown on her lips, as she looked at her teenage daughter in bewilderment. A type of bewilderment that made whatever magical word Angel was so captured in - burst and disappear. Her mother wasted no time in questioning her, heck, Angel could still remember the words to this very day: 'What on earth do you think you are doing watching such vulgar movements? You are poisoning your mind!' Her mother's words half English, and half in Korean.

In which, Angel remembers replying back, in defense 'But Eomma (Mom) it's only dancing!' A reply that ended up with a lecture from her mother about the dangers of viewing such a performance. The dangers of Elvis Presley, and how he corrupts their generation to pursue wrongful actions. Angel could not simply understand the issue in the matter, but she knew better than to say more.

So, that was that. Her father caught the news from her mother, which turned into another discussion. But despite all of that, Angel desperately, found herself wishing to hear his voice again. There was something naturally comforting, and something true when he sang. So she bought his records, in secret, and played them whenever her parents were not in the house.

But thinking back to that day that she first saw his performance, as she lay back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling - there was one word that jumped from the confines of Angel's mind.

Daring.

Elvis Presley was absolutely daring.

Angel found herself shaking her head, and a smile pulling on her lips at the memory of her past self. And so, although college is important, she knew Felicity had a point. It would be foolish to brush past an opportunity to see him perform live. To satisfy the part of her that became a fan on that day years ago. After all, college is every day, but Elvis Presley? it would only be once. She will see him perform once, and go home, and she knows that her future self would be glad that she created such a memory. A memory that she will surely cherish forever.

So, without that in mind, she looks to Felicity, "Okay. You do have a point."

Felicity claps excitedly and smiles in triumph, "Oh, this will change our lives forever. I just know."

The showroom was quickly filled with hundreds upon hundreds of excited audience members. It ranged from regular, avid fans to top A-list actors and actresses occupying the seats of the spacious area. Angel couldn't help but sneak a glance at the clock that was just to the right wall. ten minutes. Elvis Presley will be out on stage in just ten minutes.

The actual realisation finally hit her. Earlier all that occupied her mind were her worries between the battle of having fun, or turning back and burying her nose in the papers at her desk. But now, now that she has accepted that it did not hurt to let this opportunity happen, the wave of what will actually happen any moment now gripped her mind.

Elvis Presley will perform and he will be right in front of me. Her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken at the thought of it - the pure excitement and rush, hitting her all at once.

Being overwhelmed by listening to his records was one thing. But seeing him right in front of her? In, what, she glanced at the time - eight minutes - overwhelmed wouldn't even begin to describe what she would feel. Felicity chatted away with her prediction on what songs he would play and apparent rumours about potential medleys. But Angel was drowning out the words, not quite hearing it, her excitement was filling up her body quicker and quicker. Shit.

She needed a drink, and she needed one fast. Luckily, servers were plentiful, walking around with circular trays as they placed various beverages and food onto tables. She managed to get a glass of water, muttered a thanks, and drank it. Felt the cool liquid against her tongue. Better. She's calmer now.

But heard her stomach rumbling, her cheeks hot in embarrassment. Right. She didn't eat before they left the dorms, because well, her cheerful red-headed roommate thought it was the best to surprise her with tickets at the last minute. Angel simply didn't have time to process everything, before she found herself walking into the infamous International Hotel.

"- I still think Gregory Peck is leagues better than Cary Grant," Felicity said, drifting the conversation to some Hollywood actors who were rumored to be attending tonight.

Now that her body is much more relaxed, Angel felt good that she was able to properly engage in a conversation with her roommate. But yes. she was still hungry.

Angel shrugged, "Both are good. But I can't say that I've seen all the pictures that Cary Grant was in, so I couldn't make a fair judgment." She replied, every assessor and the analytical tendency jumping out of her, all second nature.

Felicity simply shook her head, "Very well, then, Attorney Song." She teased, as she smirked.

Angel laughed, "Oh, shut it."

At the corner of her eye, she saw a server that was about to pass their table. Angel quickly planned that she would stand up, which she did, and turn around and browse the food options that the server held. The turning around and standing did certainly go to plan, however, the latter most certainly did not.

In fact, what did end up happening is the abrupt movement from Angel caused the glass of beverage on the tray to lose balance and slam right into her. Spilling her dress. The server's eyes widened, as he profusely apologized, Angel was quick to tell him that it was not his fault and most certainly hers due to her clumsiness. Felicity gasped and handed Angel the few paper towels that were on their table, but despite this, the stain was still very noticeable.

"Oh, great," Angel groaned.

Then she remembered. She remembered how she always brought spare clothes with her in case of anything. A situation precisely like this. With that, she bids Felicity a temporary goodbye, in which the redhead reminds her to hurry as the show is about to start.

five minutes. The clock read as she ran past it, through the doors, and into the hallway of the first floor of the hotel.

Angel sighed in relief at the sight of the female restrooms and was about to push the door open when she noticed a sign - 'out of order, please use the next available restroom. we are sorry for the inconvenience.' Shit.

"Hi, excuse me," She said at the receptionist sat behind the desk.

The lady nodded for her to continue, "Yes, Ma'am. How can I help?"

"I saw the restroom is out of service. Are there other restrooms located on this floor?"

The lady sighed, "There are no other restrooms on this floor, Ma'am. The next one is located on the third floor."

Third floor. She glanced at the clock - three minutes.

Shit. There is no way that she will make it, well at least not to see Elvis' first walk onto the stage.

She nodded, "Alright, thank you for your help."

Angel then makes a run for it to the elevators. She pressed a button and well, it is definitely taking its time, as she found herself tapping her feet impatiently on the carpeted flooring.

She surveys her surroundings, there is the option of taking the stairs, but that will just make her sweaty. An image that Angel definitely does not want to add to the already spilled drink on her dress. She bites her lip anxiously and stops her eyes at a door in a corner. There is no room number, only the sign saying 'supply closet.'

Aha, perfect.

She quickly looks around, making sure that no one is around to see her. Once she is satisfied that the coast is clear, Angel quickly runs to the supply closet, swings the door open and locks the door. She breathes out a sigh of relief and mutters to herself, "Thank the Lord."

She mentally thanks her past self for choosing a dress that was easy to remove, as she begins to pull down the sleeves of her dress, and pull down the top part.

The supply closet was exactly what is sounded like - towels and various cleaning supplies filled four shelves. The space was tiny, but that didn't matter, just enough space for one person to quickly change into clean clothes and make a swift exit. A good plan before any member of the cleaning staff encounters her.

Because yes, this is most definitely not a changing room.

But then again, nothing is quite going to plan this evening. So, well, it should not be a surprise for Angel to discover that yet another part of her plans has been thrown out of the window.

A clearing of a throat made her jump, Angel's eyes widened as she quickly grabbed onto the top of her dress to cover herself, and pulled her sleeves back up. She turned around, "What th-"

Her words get caught in her throat, she spun around expecting a complete stranger and was ready to hit them with her bag. But she paused her movements, for it was not a stranger that was before her. Yes, she did not know him personally, but my goodness she knew him in a way. Tanned skin, effortlessly cool black hair, fancy jumpsuit adorned with glittering stones, and the few rings that occupied his fingers.

Elvis Presley.

He was sat down with his back against the wall.

His azure blue eyes held contact with her brown ones, with both of his hands up as if in surrender. He vigorously shook his head, "I-I-I. . .honey, I swear to ya. I-I wasn't," He stammered. A bright bloom in his cheeks.

She immediately knew what he was trying to say, albeit a stuttering explanation from him.

"I didn't look at nothin', " Elvis ran a hand through his hair, seemingly stressed out about the situation.

Angel raised an eyebrow and Elvis nodded.

She then most certainly realized that he was waiting for her to say something. Anything.

Angel took a deep breath and tried to find the words herself, "You. . how. . . but it's just. . . fuck." She ended up cursing under her breath, completely mentally kicking herself for not being able to articulate one simple sentence.

cute. Elvis thought.

Elvis felt himself smile but fortunately controlled himself enough not to continue to do so. Thinking to himself that a smile won't help her right now.

Angel held her head in her hands, muttered a few words to herself that Elvis realized must be in a different language, and then looked back at him.

"Okay. I- uhm, I believe you. It's just. . . what is actually happening?" Angel asked, seemingly been able to calm down her racing heartbeat but her brain not yet fully comprehending the situation.

The complete impossibility of it.

Elvis nodded and gestured to the floor, "Why don't ya sit down, honey. I'll tell ya."

There. That southern drawl, a tone that sent a shiver down her spine. But she was quick to snap herself out of it.

"I uhm, I need to change." She gestured to the spill on her dress.

" I won't look. " Elvis held his hands up in defense and immediately turned around to face the wall. Angel bit her lip a little apprehensively, but then thought to herself that there is quite literally no other way around this. So, she turned around and began to change. The space in the closet was not very generous, if Angel were to step backward just a step - the back of her legs would surely be hitting Elvis' head.

Angel tried to calm her breathing.

I am getting changed when Elvis Presley is right behind me. What in the world.

She changed into a regular mod dress and turned back around. Just in time to see that there was a clock on the wall, right above where Elvis sat. The countdown is over. It was done approximately ten minutes ago, but there were two things that Angel was certain of;

One; the countdown for Elvis to appear on stage has long been finished.

Two; Although the countdown was over, the one that it was for was not present on stage and instead he was - right here. Sat down, turned around, in a cleaning supply closet and Angel is about to find out why.