#reincarnated lovers

[cheesy-cryptid]

“ have we met before ? “

Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed

[comatosebunny09]

Inspired by @sserpente’s The Sunwalker’s Gift.

Imagine being a shopkeeper, selling heirlooms and antiques in a quaint mom-and-pop shop.

Business is incredibly slow. You find yourself flipping through the worn, deckled pages of a book, your chin cradled in your palm. There is nary a customer in sight. Not since that new, mainstream jewelry store popped up down the street.

You’re about to close up shop early to enjoy what’s left of the day—it’s lovely outside. Too pretty to be tucked between these browning walls. But the jangle of the store’s bell lures your attention to the door.

Finally.

You look up as you prepare to greet the store’s newest occupant. But you forget how to talk—forget how to breathe—rooted to the floor like a basilisk has petrified you.

He’s ethereal amid the sunbeams pouring into your tiny store. All wintry-skinned, thin, and tall, dark lenses perched on his sharp nose. Rounded cheeks, petal-pink lips, and foxlike features.

His hair is what entrances you. Swaying like snowflakes in the breeze, and you wonder if it’s as soft as the snow it resembles. Vaguely, you register it sifting through your fingers, smell it exuding the faintest hints of rosemary and firewood.

The stranger surveys your shop, one hand tucked in his pants pocket, the other holding onto an oversized coat. Even his stance is princely. Nothing captures his attention for too long as he peruses through your wares, feigning interest in your rickety things.

You suddenly feel insecure; small—he strikes a picturesque figure amid the dusty antiques lining your shelves. The store across the way would probably suit someone so devastatingly beautiful better.

Nevertheless, you remember how to speak. Square your shoulders, plastering on your most welcoming grin despite your nerves exploding like solar flares beneath your skin.

After smoothing out the wrinkles of your attire, you offer the customer a warm, rehearsed “Welcome!”

He perks up at the sound of your voice. Lips twitch into a half smile, silver brows lifting slightly. Your heart hiccups at the sight.

The stranger saunters towards the counter, carrying with him the scent of bergamot and brushed sage. It’s a homely scent. Somehow nostalgic as he leans towards you, tilting his shades down to ingest you with eyes the color of smoldering coals.

“Good afternoon, love,” he drawls, his accent thick with regality. The purr of it causes your body to flood with warmth. It’s almost dizzying, the ground shifting beneath your feet.

You swallow, your throat thickening with your voice. “What brings you in today?”

“Actually.” He looks thoughtful, a long finger tapping his chin. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers like all the world’s secrets bare themselves to him. “Maybe you can help me with something.”

You watch with bated breath whilst the stranger retrieves something from his coat pocket. It catches in the sunlight. Glints a pretty ruby red as he places it on the display counter with a resounding clack.

“I’ve been trying to part ways with the damned thing for ages. Yet somehow, it always finds its way back to me.” His gaze is far off for the barest of seconds before he replaces it with a nonchalant shrug, waggling his hand dismissively. “It’s long since served its purpose. An antique, if you will. I wondered how much it would go for if it still holds any value.”

He speaks of it so contemptuously. As if it’s been a burden to carry all this time. But it’s beautiful in its simplicity. Tarnished gold, carved with intricate runes you can’t quite decipher. It houses a gorgeous crimson stone that seems to hum and swirl with energy—with power. Perhaps it’s a trick of the light or your nerves causing you to hallucinate.

You’re delicate as you hold it against the sun’s rays, further studying its design. In your peripheral, you capture the stranger’s eyes, regarding you with something you can’t quite place. Disdain? Curiosity? Fondness? Whatever it is, it unnerves you. Makes your mouth fill with sand as you clutch the ring in your palm, intending to scrutinize it some more in the back. It radiates against your flesh despite it being so frigid.

“I’ll have to take a more thorough look at it,” you conclude, masking your shakiness. You muster another smile. “Would you like some tea in the meantime? It may take a while to appraise it properly.”

“No thank you, darling,” replies the fair-skinned stranger, leaning against your counter in an easy slouch. His smirk is back, boasting what you mistake for a fang, peeking through the plushness of his lips. “Never had a taste for the stuff.”

“Coffee your thing?”

“Gods no.”

“Water?”

He waves you off with a quiet scoff, venturing away to prod and examine the other little trinkets in your shop.

“Take all the time you need, love. I’ve nothing but time to spare. And, by the looks of it, so do you.” He eyes you over his shoulder with mirth gracing his countenance. A flash of affection colors his gaze before he busies himself again.

You huff a laugh at his peculiar mannerisms, disappearing behind the curtain of the back room to fetch your jewelers loupe. All the while, your mind swims with wistfulness.

You can't help but feel like the handsome stranger who’d fatefully wandered into your shop is watching you, burrowing deep into your soul, even through the thick veil of your curtain.

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[writingtimelessthenovel]

[writersloveroe]

reincarnated lovers dialogue prompts

i found out this was a trope like 5 min ago and now i think it’s the cutest thing

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•”why do i feel like i know you from somewhere?”

•”ever since i met them just a few weeks ago i swear everything reminds me of them! is that weird?”

•”it feels like i’ve known you for eternity,”

•”random question- is your favorite food ___? i had a strange feeling that it was,”

•”do you feel as deeply connected as i do?”

•”my soul sings whenever i see them, but i don’t know why,”

•”i’ve never loved anyone like this my whole life,”

•”i feel like we were meant to cross paths,”

•”every time we touch a feeling of nostalgia runs through my spine,”

•”your hands were made to hold mine,”

•”do you believe in soulmates?”

•”do you think we’re soulmates?”

•”how come i get so nervous around you and you only?”

[nqmonarch]

After Life

I like Yaoshi too, they're beautiful (and horrifying)

Yaoshi x Reader, Slight Luocha x Reader

You were strong. You did your job. There was nothing else you could do, left bleeding out near the Ambrosial Arbor. You wished you had a bit more time, to see your family's smiles, to feel your friends' hugs after a long fought battle, and to take in the sounds of the world, the birds chirping, the beautiful sound of dawn.

But for you, it was now night. You could rest now. A gentle breeze encompassed you, filling you with warmth, and despite the lack of sound when your eyes fluttered one last time you saw milk pale feet in golden sandals walking toward you. A strange sight for what had been a battlefield only moments before.

Gentle hands reached underneath your armpits to lift you up, another reached toward your chin, a third hand, and a fourth pressed something to your mouth.

"Eat," A voice both raspy and soft commanded and you felt compelled to listen.

You closed your mouth around the circular object feeling its sweetness flood your tongue. It was too sweet. Sickeningly so. You would've tried to spit it out if not for the new thing blocking your mouth. Unlike the fruit, you recognized what this was, a pair of lips pressed softly against your own.

They were cool to the touch and felt like a flower's petals. Moving gently, softly, but always asking for more. You swallowed the fruit and the lips removed itself from yours. A cough escaped your lips, bringing pain from your shattered ribcage with it. How were you still alive?

You felt their hands on you, three of their hands, two holding your head still, another resting comfortably on your shoulder as if warning you. It wasn't like you had the strength to move anyway. But you had the strength to open your eyes now, and you did hoping to get a glance of this mysterious assailant. Your eyes were quickly covered and you felt their lips on your forehead now accompanied by a quiet voice.

"I will take care of you in this life, now rest." A voice which held too much power for you to resist.

When you woke up among the field of dead a long haired blonde man was crouched in front of you, staring at you skeptically. "Did you heal me?" It was the only possibility, of how you were the only one of your group left alone. Maybe the guilt and loneliness was worse than death.

The man seemed to ignore your question instead speaking quizzically, "I really didn't think it would be you. How interesting, for that abomination to go to such risks for you. I suppose it's nothing new."

He stood up without much effort and raised a gloved hand out to you, deep voice too different from the person who saved you talking hesitatingly as if he was afraid of making the same mistake again, "The name's Luocha, would you mind accompanying me?"

If that abomination had already tainted you, you would be around for a while. You might as well stick around him.

Just had an idea of reader dying and Yaoshi being like lol nope

[dabiscarpet]

Absolutely no one asked for this, but if it keeps running on my mind imma start blowing smoke through my ears

Scenario: Sukuna encounters reader that descends from his past lover/is their reincarnation. But reader is a teacher/school counselor at Jujutsu High, so things can get a little uncomfortable since he's in the body of a highschooler.

Warnings: none? is cursing even a warning?

for the most part, gn reader ^^ there's just one mention of reader being sukuna's queen

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♡ Reader meets Yuji for the first time when he's training in his hidden base with gojo and the movies

♡ Reader is the school counselor for both Kyoto and Tokyo's hs, so they travel back and forth constantly

♡ When meeting yuji, they were asking many things, trying to have a normal conversation with the sunshine boy, until sukuna's mouth appears on yuji's cheek

♡ "Oi shut it brat. You're talking too much. And you over there, stop asking so many ques-"

♡ He stops dead on his tracks, the faint smell of something familiar hitting him like a thousand bricks on the back of his head

♡ A smirk forms on his only visible mouth while yuji complains about his rudeness but he pays no attention to it

♡ "Brat lets switch for a sec"

♡ "Like hell i will"

♡ "Come on, i just want to have a… private conversation with miss right here"

♡ "How do I know you won't slash them?"

♡ *Sigh* "because you wouldn't let me anyway? You're always switching places when I'm having the most fun"

♡Reader nods to yuji, intrigued by their interaction and what the king of curses might have to tell them.

♡ Distrustful still, yuji allows to change and is ready to jump back out again before sukuna tries smt fishy

♡ but is surprised when Sukuna just leans back on the couch, relaxing back with his arm across the backrest, smiling lazily

♡ Sukuna smells the air once again, and again, taking deep breaths of that familiar, sweet yet intoxicating scent that centuries ago, managed to bring him to his knees relax him from his king shit duties and struggles

♡ "Sooo…"

♡ "So you're the one… finally, after all this time"

♡ "Um sorry what? The one what? Who? What are yo-"

♡ "You seriously talk TOO much (he narrows his eyes)… just like back then"

♡ "Back when? The f are you talking about?" Getting heated and annoyed quickly with his puzzling statements by the second

♡ Sukuna's hand finds it's way under reader's chin, lifting their face up towards his as he leaned down to whisper

♡ "My queen back in my times"

♡ Just as lips were about to clash, a harsh slap hits him across the face, and yuji's cries eco the room, holding his now red face

♡ "What the fuck was that man? Now i got hit because of youuuu"

♡ "Itadori, that was completely unacceptable behaviour coming from as student to a teacher" they stood up from the couch, walking back

♡ "Wait nonononono I'm sorry, that wasn't me, i SWEAR-

♡ "Don't you dare equal me to this brat, human" the mouth on his cheek, with his powerful voice, spoke, freezing reader in their place with the authoritarian tone that laced his words

♡ "See? It was him i promise i was trying to stop hi-"

♡ "Yuji-kun… it's ok, i get it. I was just… surprised"

♡ "Well, you shouldn't be. You swore to remain mine until the end of times" Sukuna again took part

♡ "I am certain i have never made such an asseveration, let alone compromise-"

♡ "You reek of them, your scent is identical. Your face is an exact replica. You act just like them-"

♡ "Like who?!!!"

♡ "ANCESTORS NAME" (lmao idk be creative guys pls)

♡ Wide eyes and incredulous expression let him know he was absolutely right. Like hell he would ever be wrong anyway, specially regarding something, someone, that once (and forever) belonged to him

♡ "Huh? ANCESTORS NAME? Who is that, y/n- sensei?"

♡ "... My clan's ancestor"

♡ Needless to say that smug sukuna wouldn't leave yuji's cheek while reader was there, and would often make an appearance to be a nuisance anytime they were near after that.

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 43: You Aight...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,830

Namjoon’s POV

This explains the feeling I have been having since their trucks pulled up. When I open the front door for the carpenter and his team, I can immediately tell it’s him. The carpenter, the smaller man wearing the low cut, plain, white t-shirt and black cargo pants, with his hair falling carelessly onto his face; he’s one of us. There is nothing special about his outfit, but he looks so fucking good in it. I already know that Tia is going to love him. After introducing ourselves, I call out for Tia. We’re ascending the stairs and again, I yell out for her with no response. I’m sure she’s either listening to music with her earbuds in, or she’s a bit busy and not alone in the bathroom. When her sweet aroma floods my senses, as I’m standing at the threshold of the room, I’d say it is the latter.

I watch as Yoongi moves around the room, taking notes on his clipboard that doubles as a binder. There’s something sexy about his sternness. He comes off a tad unfriendly at first, his face expressionless and focused, but there is something in his eyes that hints that he has a kind heart. I notice he has a habit of licking the corners of his mouth when he’s concentrating.

Cute.

My eyes follow him when he moves to another area. He jots on the paper and the veins in his hands are pronounced under his pale skin. Just then, his pencil stills and he glances toward the bathroom. He looks back at the paper for less than a millisecond before he looks back through the open door, eyes wide. Bingo!

He continues to peer inside from the corner of his eye, trying not to be obvious, but I already know what he sees. Like a moth to a flame, he moves closer to the entrance for a better view and he’s completely transfixed. He barely blinks and his lips are parted, like a man who’s not eaten in weeks; salivating and hungry to be a part of what he’s witnessing. I notice his Adam's apple bob when he swallows while his chest rises and falls, and then I see his penis twitch beneath the fabric of his pants.

He covers himself with the binder but his side profile is still revealing his lust to me. Tia’s scent is getting increasingly stronger by the second, which means she’s close…very close. Based on the carpenter’s body language, I’d guess he’s not far behind.

Another POV

Walking into the expansive room, I can already envision the building design and placement for the bed. My guys are still outside prepping the boards and getting the tools set up. I’m taking notes, jotting where there are outlets, and looking at the placement of the existing bed, but I feel…off. I guess that would be the best way to describe it. Since we pulled into the driveway, I’ve had this feeling that’s almost nauseating, but I love the sensation. It resembles the way I felt when I had my first kiss like there was a lump in my throat. Hot and  incredibly aroused, it got even more intense when the door opened to reveal a tall, broad-chested, honey-skinned man. Namjoon.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lingers at the bedroom door, not hovering but clearly interested. Is he interested in the process of building the bed or me? I’m not sure, but I hope he misses me stealing glances his way. He’s trying to make small talk but I’m a little reserved. It’s not him, I’m just confused about why I’m having these feelings toward him. He’s still talking and joking and when I look over at him, he smiles. Oh my fucking God, I could melt right into one of those deep dimples. He is so fucking fine, and I bet he gets tons of women…or men… whichever. He traces my body and moves his focus on the necklace resting between my pecs, and then his gaze returns to mine. He flashes a half smile  and I damn near drop my shit before I quickly look away.

We continue chatting a bit, though it’s mainly him, as I’m moving over to the nightstand that’s next to the current bed, which has been stripped of its linen. Suddenly, I notice movement in my peripheral vision.

Holy shit!

Through the reflection of the shower door, I see three people moving. I begin to salivate when the sweet aroma of warm vanilla wafts under my nose. Upon further observation, I see a woman who’s facing the door with a man licking her exposed breasts. Another man is kneeling behind her and it seems he’s eating her out. Their moans fuse into one delicious melody swirling around in my ears. 

So enchanted, I forget that Namjoon is even here. Unable to help myself, I move closer to the door to get a better view.  She is stunning, even with her hair coming undone, she’s perfect. I admire her features, from her eyes down to her parted full lips. Noticing little things like how her bottom lip is just slightly plumper than her top. Her nose looks like a button that God booped onto her face, and her caramel-complected skin looks so smooth and soft. Her body is curvy and my eyes travel from the fullness of her breast cupped in the man's hands to the way her dress hugs her waist, to the little pooch of her belly. Many women may feel self-conscious about that, but I love it and can already picture myself lying my head there while I taste her fruit underneath.

I lick my lips as an overwhelming hunger takes over me and I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, per se, but I definitely would like to be involved; to touch her, to love her, and be able to make her make those pretty sounds for me, too. The scent grows stronger with every step I take. I know I shouldn't be snooping, but I can’t fight the urge to see more of her body, the way she moves, the way her face looks as she’s about to orgasm. I’m not a creep, I swear…well, not usually though my current situation is definitely giving voyeuristic vibes. My eyes dance from here to there, taking in the obvious passion they have for one another, clenching the fabric of each other’s clothes in their fists and digging nails into each other’s skin. The scene is nothing less than tantalizing.

Judging by the way her brow is furrowed, I’m assuming that her climax is near. I can’t tear my eyes away from her and find myself covering my manhood with my binder as it is pressing firmly against my cargo pants; hiding, as I know that I shouldn’t be watching them. I would want nothing more than to be inside of her, to feel the warmth and wetness of her walls wrapped around me. Imagining this, I could release without being touched. The moment is so intense I can hear my heartbeat pounding and my blood whooshing in my ears. I'm panting hard as fuck like I may be on the brink of death right now and I’m okay with that. Just being here and witnessing this scene fills a void I’ve felt for so long, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t want more.

The woman opens her eyes to look directly into mine. I’m frozen in place, my breath catches in my chest, and fight or flight mode is initiated. Unsure of what to do, I look to the floor, but as if instinctually, my gaze finds her eyes again. I’m lost in those beautiful, sinful almond-shaped marbles, shaded a dark mocha brown. We stay this way and I swear she smirks at me.

So, you like to be watched, Love?

And I love to watch her but would rather be with her. Without breaking eye contact, I nearly crumble when I hear her whisper to the man now nibbling at her neck that she’s about to cum. She comes undone when her eyes squeeze shut. She whines, squirms, and moans while her pretty little nails dig into the skin of the man’s neck, as he continues to lap at her skin. I want nothing more than to see this every day for the rest of my life. She is already beautiful but even more so at this moment. She sings praises to the men then takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Her expression resembles anger but I know she’s far from it. The men lick and nibble at her viciously, only slowing as she begins to come down. And only then am I able to break free from my trance.

Namjoon is now standing next to me and gets my attention when he touches my shoulder, catching me off guard. I flinch under his touch. With a knowing smirk, he says, “Mr. Min…you aight?”

I honestly don’t know how to answer his question, but I nod before  rushing out of the room and then out of the front door. Unsure of how to handle this situation, I go to my truck to remove myself for a moment to cool off and catch my breath. 

“Boss, you good?” One of my guys asks and I reassure him I’m fine before moving to the front of the truck, out of sight. The crisp breeze helps calm me a bit, and I rub my cool hands across the heat of my cheeks for more relief. Embarrassment is not the word for what I’m feeling right now, and as much as I want the ground to swallow me whole, there’s a fervent pull urging me to go back and remain there.

What is going on with me?!

“Mr. Min? Hey, I’m Tia.”

That angelic voice pulls me back to the present, calming and grounding me. My heartbeat slows, I begin to cool down, and my mind goes quiet, which is oddly disturbing after becoming accustomed to the constant rambling. When I turn I discover the woman from earlier, now neatly put together and smiling. The world stops for a bit. The stillness is peaceful, something I’ve never experienced before as the anxiety that usually looms around me dissipates, creating a place of tranquility. I could stay here forever.

There is something about this woman. She can drive me crazy one minute and then soothe my anxiety the next; my cause and cure. This close-up, I can see the rest of my life in her eyes. She feels so comfortable, like a safe haven, blocking all of the negative thoughts and feelings I store within. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I honestly didn’t hear you come into the room.”

“No. Ahem… I mean, yes, I’m fine. No, it wasn’t too much. You don’t have to apologize for what you do in your own home. I should be the one apologizing. I’m not a creep, I promise. I just couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from you. That was completely unprofessional and disrespectful of me to intrude on such an intimate moment. If you want to fire me and cancel the job, I will completely understand,” I ramble on.

She reaches out to touch my cheek, which I’m assuming is still red. Her palm against my skin sends tingles through my body and cools me so quickly I shudder. I have no thoughts now, nothing but her.

“I’m so sorry,” she responds, obviously misreading my body’s reaction, and goes to move her hand away.

Instinctively, I immediately grab her wrist, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. It’s not like me to be this forward or comfortable with people, especially someone I’ve just met. We are standing in the middle of her driveway like this, just staring at each other, until another man comes out of the house and walks over to us. I experience the same feeling from him as I did from Namjoon earlier. The feeling Tia elicits is similar but different. It’s magical.

“Jagiya, is everything okay?”

“Tae! Say hello to Mr. Min,” she says. I release her hand to take his, shaking it gently to greet him. His touch makes my dick jump again and lava flows through my veins, heating me from within...again. “Mr. Min, this is my boyfriend, Taehyung.”

“Please, call me Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, bro.”

Oh, shit! Boyfriend?! Then who are those other three…

“And the other guys upstairs are also my boyfriends, Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook.”

Ooooooooh.

“Oh, okay! I got you. That sounds interesting.”

I must admit I’m a little taken aback by that revelation. I didn’t expect it, but I’m genuinely interested in their dynamic. We chat a moment longer before she leads us back inside and into her bedroom where she introduces me to the other guys. After greeting them all, I’m still a little nervous but I’m getting more comfortable, especially with her. They all radiate that familiar feeling as if I’ve met them before. 

We begin to discuss the design and I sketch out how they want everything. Knowing their situation, I can now understand the dimensions I’ve been given. This bed is going to be huge, one of the biggest I’ve built. All four of her boyfriends are involved, giving their thoughts and opinions on the build, and their energy seems to flow so seamlessly. There doesn’t seem to be any jealousy or difficulties compromising with each other. I am envious of it, but why? Because I’m here to do a job and will leave once I’m done. They get to stay here together. Fuck. Will I ever find happiness like this? Like them and with her?

Jimin’s POV

As I’m licking up the last bit of Tia’s essence, I notice a man looking at us before abruptly walking away. I was already confused at the nagging pull I felt while playing with Tia and Jungkook, but even more now. I’ve never seen that man before but once again, I get the same feeling from him as I did from the others.

“Is he…” 

“Yes. It feels like it,” Tia answers me before I can get the question out. “But for some reason I didn’t see him like I saw Hobi.” She hurriedly rights herself by fixing her clothes and finishing her hair.

“Who?” Jungkook, having his back to the door, has no clue what happened.

Before I can answer, Namjoon peeks around the corner. 

“Should I go talk to him?” He asks Tia, his expression is a mix between concern and amusement.

“No, baby, thank you. I’ll go,” she says before kissing us and then disappearing out of sight.

“Who?!” Jungkook is still oblivious. While Tia is trying to de-escalate the situation, we inform him on what is going on. “Holy shit. So that’s why everything suddenly got so intense,” he realizes.

“Yeah, probably so. He’s definitely one of us,” Namjoon adds. “I could tell before I even opened the door for them. I feel bad that I didn’t stop him. I knew you guys were in here being freaky. I could smell her.”

“I guess that was for the best, though. May as well rip the bandage off,” Jungkook tries to comfort Namjoon.

“Fuck. I wonder how many of us there are,” I ponder.

“I wonder, too. Also, have you noticed we’re all drawn to Tia and met her at this house? It’s like parts of us were already here before we stepped foot in the door.”

Jungkook is right. We’ve all been near or inside this house when we met Tia and it has always felt like home; like we belonged here. It’s as if finding a piece of ourselves that we’ve been unaware was even missing. I honestly don’t remember how I’ve lived before finding them. Was I living or just existing?

Tia and the carpenter come back upstairs accompanied by Taehyung, who stretches his eyes wide at us, making us aware that he knows what’s up, too. We all introduce ourselves before Yoongi gets us back on task. He sketches and measures, listening to our feedback but he also gives suggestions regarding the design. Tia offers we move the bed against the wall furthest from the bathroom.

“I like that too. If it’s there, there will be no obstructions for Namjoon to run into while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night," Jungkook notes, flashing his bunny-like grin to which Namjoon tries to poke his finger into Jungkook’s side. We are all aware of how ticklish that spot is for him.

“That, and the sun won’t be shining in our faces early in the morning,” Tia suggests with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I agree. Especially when JK has to work the night shift. I’m sure it’s hard to sleep during the day with the sun beaming in,” Namjoon adds, now rubbing Jungkook’s back affectionately.

“Maybe we should still keep our clothes in our own rooms just so we won’t wake anyone else if we have to start our day early,” I offer.

“Hmm,” Jungkook agrees with a nod.

“All those suggestions are good, but I’m just imagining being able to see the shower from bed,” Taehyung teases.

“Boy,” Tia laughs, playfully pushing Taehyung. “Stop it.”

Is that a smile I see? I swear that Yoongi has been straight-faced this entire time, but to see him smile, even if it was for a split second, warms my heart. However, there’s also a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I can just feel that he’s going to be a tough nut to crack; one who holds his feelings inside.

I had already stripped the bed of its linens earlier, which is what I came up here to tell Tia when I found her with Jungkook. With that out of the way, we help by taking the bed apart and move the pieces into one of the vacant bedrooms. Once the area is clear of the chairs and the mattress, which we’ve moved against the opposite wall, Yoongi gets to work.

We leave the room to busy ourselves with various things, feeling comfortable leaving Tia with Yoongi to have some time alone with each other. Jungkook crosses the yard, heading to the gym, while Namjoon immerses himself in one of the many books in the library. Taehyung, after finding several cameras in the library, has gone outside to take a few shots while I go down to the basement to arrange the bar Tia hasn’t had the chance to tackle. I hope she doesn’t mind, but I get rid of the bottles of wine the police didn’t take for evidence, only keeping the old bottles of liquor that are still sealed or too high for anyone to reach. We haven’t talked about it, but I don’t want to take any chances of them being contaminated. Just the thought of remembering how sick and helpless she looked when I first met her, makes me shiver.

Tia’s POV

I have a thing for power tools. I’m not sure why, especially with that not being something I shared with my father growing up. However, I’m like a kid in a candy store looking at everything Yoongi has brought to build the bed.

“This is a nailer, right? I’ve never seen one this quiet,” I ask, pointing to the tool in Yoongi’s hand.

“Yeah, it’s also called a Brad nailer. I use this one, which has an ultra-quiet air compressor, mostly when working indoors,” he answers, so patient as I continue to ask questions.

“Ah, that makes sense. So, do you usually do everything on-site? Is your saw downstairs?”

“For the most part, we work on-site unless a client calls with definitive dimensions that we can have precut before we go out. The saw is outside since your build is unique. We’ll cut the boards and sand them outside, wipe them down really good, then bring them up. I love that you decided to keep the natural wood aesthetic.”

“Yeah, it’s just so beautiful. I would hate to cover it with paint.”

“Are you wanting it stained or…?”

“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

“Personally, I think the natural color of the wood will look nice with the gold hardware you have in the bathroom and the door knobs. Also, it’d be a nice contrast against the darker hardwood floors and the whites and grays of your decor. But, honestly, once you put the bedding on, you probably won’t be able to see much of the frame.”

“Okay. Well, do whatever you think is best.”

“I mean, this is your bed. You guys have to live with it, not me,” he says with a chuckle.

“Well, I want you to like it, too.”

His questioning gaze lets me know he’s wondering exactly what I’m trying to say. A tense silence fills the room before he speaks again.

“Tia, you have boyfriends. I’m not trying to overstep here or think too much into what you’re saying.”

“What do you mean? What do you think I’m trying to say?”

I’m intentionally playing coy, trying to let him know that he can speak openly with me. I would send him some positive vibes, emitting how my heart feels, but it doesn’t seem right to use my gifts when he’s unaware of them. He seems a bit more closed off than the others initially were, so this connection is a little different for me.

“Why would it matter if I like the bed, Tia?”

The way he looks at me and his directness catches me off guard. My heart begins to race, and I feel the overwhelming urge to submit to this man. I’d be on my knees barking in a second if he told me to do so. Peering at him from under my lashes like a puppy, I’m sitting so close to him on the floor with my hands in my lap, as if waiting for instruction. He goes back to working on the bed, nailer in hand.

“Answer,” he demands without even looking at me.

Period. One word is internally driving me crazy.

“I was just thinking…” I begin, mumbling.

“Speak up,” he stops to look at me daringly.

Oh my fucking GOD!!! The tone of his voice is deep, lazy, yet commanding. Like a fucking boss.

“Ahem. I-I’m just thinking that it will be nice if you stay over some time. You should like the bed, too, if that were to happen.”

“Hmm,” he huffs while licking  the corners of his mouth.

Should I act on my body’s desire and lean over to suck his tongue into my mouth? To kiss him, right here and now?

“Is that what you want? What do you want to do with me in your new bed?”

[euesworld]

"You know how beautiful you are? Unforgettably beautiful, so unforgettably so that I could never forget you in a billion years.. my soul would recognize your soul instantly, no matter where, no matter when, no matter how. If life repeats, which that as it may.. though I doubt, if it does.. when I see you I will remember a lifetime of love. This love that I hold in my chest for you, in my soul through days of old.. there could never be a love so bold as to say, I will love you even when I can't love myself. Through the ages, through time.. different places, different stages, you will always be mine."

I will love you through thick and thin, through the yelling and every grin - eUë

[nizhspo]

photo credit: @xylttae

genre: nct imagine, friends-to-lovers

pairing: best-friend!jaehyun × gn!reader

warnings: none

summary: in which you and jaehyun discuss reincarnation under the stars.

“jae, do you believe in reincarnation?” you asked, sitting up from your spot on the grass abruptly, turning around to face jaehyun.

“do i what?” he repeated, furrowing his eyebrows as he considered the question before looking up at you, the stars reflecting in his eyes. “i mean.. it sounds cool in retrospect, right?.”

you smiled softly at him— his answer was classic-jaehyun in every way.

“okay..” you looked up at the stars, trying to come up with another question. “if you had an option, what would you choose to be reincarnated as?”

he smiled up at you, his dimples shining as he tapped his chin in mock-contemplation.

“i can choose anything?”

“yeah, knock yourself out,” you shrugged, watching as he furrowed his brow in thought, the same way he always did.

you think to yourself that if reincarnation were real, jaehyun would be the same in every lifetime.

“i would be me.” he finally answered, grinning as he crossed his arms.

you snorted in response. “it took you that long to come up with that?”

jaehyun snickered, the moon highlighting the red of his ears under the dark night as he sat up to face you.

he pouted, “you didn’t even let me finish!”

“alright, alright!” you smiled, holding your hands up in mock surrender.

“anyways, before i was rudely interrupted—” he looked pointedly at you, taking the opportunity of eye contact to lean closer before continuing, “i would be reincarnated as me so i could stay with you in every lifetime.” he smiled cheekily, his eyes twinkling as yours widened, causing him to snicker.

it wasn’t often in your friendship that he had the upper hand.

“what— well what if i was a fish!” you spluttered over your words, crossing your arms in a hope to not look half as flustered as you felt right now.

“then i would be a fish, too.” he smiled even harder, his dimples vaguely cruel regarding your circumstances of mild panic.

you paused, your face burning even brighter at the prospect of what you were about to do. taking a deep breath, you leaned closer to jaehyun, your faces inches apart. hopefully this wouldn’t be too embarrassing in your next lifetime.

“would you really?”

“yeah, i would.” he smiled, his voice breathy, his words only for you two to hear, with nothing but the moon and the stars over your head as you both leaned in, your words and bodies each other’s.

for now, and the lives to come.

[gozdziak]

And our second lead couple also had a happy ending with a sweet kiss.

[monarchteen]

my demon is so fucking insane because we do not talk about the countless tropes that they eat up

[youneedsomeprompts]

10 reincarnation AU prompts

requested by: anonymous request: reincarnated couple prompts where they find each other in their new life

Feel free to use and reblog!

#1 - they get reincarnated in totally different classes of society, it takes them ages to even find each other, how in the world should they manage properly get together?

#2 - A realising they already know each other while B is totally oblivious

#3 - they're already in their umpteenth cycle so they have quite the routine and find their way to each other under the hardest circumstances

#4 - they're reincarnated into their past selves to make amends for past mistakes

#5 - they've never really been together in any of their cycles but they are the only constant in each other lives that remain; surely that means something, right?

#6 - they're reincarnated into a strange unknown world with different laws of nature, that task them with surviving and finding their way around; finding the other is a challenge much bigger

#7 - A just wants to have a calm life without stress for once, even though it means not looking for B; B has an entirely different opinion because could never imagine a single lifetime without A

#8 - everyone believes A to be the reincarnation of a god, which confuses B to no end because they've known A well for multiple lifetimes and A has NEVER said anything!

#9 - A always enters B's life just when B is in the greatest distress, but A's presence isn't always helpful

#10 - they have no recollection of their past lives but every so often when they're together they get weirdly specific deja vus

[fleyrie]

Me genuinely tweakin when reincarnated lovers:

[isabunbun]

"Lover" Bucky Barnes AU Oneshot

Sumarry: Bucky opening up his own artwork museum and Reader visiting, stumbling upon one work of his that had a girl painted in a portait that looked exactly like her and gained people's attention, Bucky as well tearing up as he soon realized she was his reincarnated love.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Past Life, Reincarnation, Crying and Fluff

☆☆☆

Soft lovely music surrounded the studio as people stood quietly each in their own, analyzing and admiring the artworks that surrounded the cream painted walls.

Bucky as well, walking around, speaking to customers every now and then.

"These are lovely works you have. I wonder what inspires you to create them?" An old lady with her husband asking, smiling at the younger man.

Bucky chuckles, glancing at one of his work that was in front of them. It was a painting of a diamond unique looking ring that layed upon a dandelion flower.

"My dreams, ma'am. I can say all of my work inside this room was all based on a connected dream."

"Dreams? So that girl on that portrait.. does she not exist?" The old man asks confused pointing at the portait on the other side of the room.

"I'm not so sure. I don't know her, but i seem to. The dreams felt like memories. Memories that i don't even remember experiencing." Bucky sighs, looking at the portait of the girl.

Whenever he dreamt of her, he wakes up crying. He was crying in his sleep.

"I dream of you, almost every night. Hopefully, i won't wake up this time" that line. it's basically how he feels everytime he dreams about you.

"Do you believe we get more than one lifetime?" The lady asks Bucky to which he confusingly frowns.

"How do you mean, ma'am?"

The old lady smiles, looking up at her husband.

"I mean reincarnation, dear. Are you familiar? I believe what you're dreaming of are past life memories. The one you're dreaming of.. they were probably your past lover."

Bucky listened closely and looks down slowly with a frown on his face. He didn't even think about the thought of reincarnation. But does he buy it? Not fully. But the thought felt right and nice.

The couple chuckles seeing Bucky's face. They surely got in his mind.

The old man pats Bucky's shoulder as they moved onto another work, leaving Bucky staring at the ring portrait, lost in his thoughts.

You on the other hand, had been in the room for the whole time Bucky and the old couple started conversing.

Actually bumping into the couple themselves, they smile at you, complimenting how you looked.

"What a lovely looking girl" the old lady beemed.

You smiled back about to deny when her husband frowned.

"You look vaguely familiar, dear..."

You tilt your head confused. But his wife just excused her husband, wishing you a lovely rest of the day.

You were confused and a bit weirded out. Moving to the next artwork, slowly and slowly you walk up getting a closer look at the portrait.

Your face loosened up but soon furrowed your eyebrows slightly, mouth opening agape a little.

'i look like her..' you think.

It was a painting of a girl. It looked modern. Like it was from the old times.

The girl was wearing a modern looking white dress, as her hair was slightly curled on the ends. Her smile was soft and she looked beautiful. Stunningly.

You both had the same features. Your hair was the same except the clothes. You were wearing a white dress as well but the dress was a lot more newer times.

But it had the same vibes.

Some of the people now had their attention on you. Without even knowing tears were falling down from your cheeks, but the frown and confused look stayed.

People seeing you were crying and averting their gaze to where you were long looking at, they gasp.

"Is that you?"

"Are you alright, love?"

"I think that's her"

Their gasps, questions caught everyone in the room's attentions.

One of them being Bucky.

He frowned seeing the people bundle around something. More like someone. He walks up, your back to his.

He didn't know why. But he felt anxiety creeping up on him.

Why were they circling you?

"What a lovely painting of you"

Bucky's head snaps at the lady's words.

He now walks up to your side, slowly catching your face.

His eyes widen as his mouth opens gasping a little. His heartbeat quickens, tearing up.

You're the girl in his dreams. It was you. You look like her.

Your teary eyes slowly look to the man beside you.

Your heart tightens. But, why?

You didn't know but you breath out air that you didn't know you kept.

"Who are you?" you ask him softly, only enough for him to hear.

"Can i speak with you in private?" he throws you a question instead. You nodding anyway. Both of you still had unsettling looks on your faces.

☆☆☆

Everyone's left the studio as Bucky respectfully announced to the people that he will be closing for the day.

You were staring at the painting of the ring and the dandelion. You grit your teeth, tears falling down uncontrollably.

"I can explain" Bucky finally spoke, handing you a handkerchief.

"Please do" you say, accepting the handkerchief to wipe your tears.

"These all came from my dreams. I dream about all of this almost every night. Of well.. you." he hesitantly explains, worried how you'd take it.

"That explains everything." you whisper.

"What?" he asks.

"I know this ring. I dream about vivid memories as well. This ring was mine, given by a man whose face i don't remember whenever i wake up." you explain.

Bucky felt his heart flutter. Surely the man was him right? He stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

"Could it possibly be something about our past lives?" you ask.

He chuckles, nodding. "I think it is."

You look at him smiling as well.

"I finally found you huh?" he says as you shake your head laughing.

"You might be my reincarnated lover but you're still a stranger to me in this life" You say. Bucky smiling, his eyes crinkling.

"Come on then, my reincarnated wife. We got a lot of catching up to do." he says grabbing his jacket.

You laugh, accepting the hand he offered as the both of you exit the studio that showed your past love, now heading out to make new ones.

-end

well i hope you guys enjoyed this! this was inspired by my own experience, the dreams one. the painting part where reader cries was inspired by a scene of a korean drama i saw. please tell me your thoughts and all. thank you for reading! :)

[waiting4inspiration]

Currently working on a Loki x Reincarnated!Reader something something...

[igayorhm]

Can I just say what a slut I am for reincarnated lovers? Two people who fiercely loved each other in a past life and somehow have found their way together once more. 

They don’t remember. Those beautiful nights alone together. The special promises whispered to one another. But there is just something about the other that draws them. That makes their heart flutter. That makes them feel as if they’ve come back to a home they haven’t been to in a long time. It just feels right. 

Oh and also reincarnated lovers where one remembers and the other doesn’t. The one who remembers feeling their heart twist as they look into the eyes of their once beloved and see no recognition there. The frustration of being treated as a stranger. Having to resist the urge to take them by the shoulders and shake them, begging them to remember how you once loved each other.