#the mesmerizing blossoms of brightness

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 - 𝐥.𝐜 🪸

daughter of demeter! reader x luke castellan 🫧

summary- the “best friends” of camp half-blood maybe wanna become a little more..

warnings- fem!reader, not proofread

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Camp Half-blood was illuminated by gold streaks casted from the early morning sun. Light seeped into Cabin 4 through the window, painting the room with warm hues of yellow and orange. The bright rays were a natural alarm, gently waking you from your warm sleep. 

As the covers slipped off your skin with ease, you carefully tiptoed out of the twin bed to close the blinds. Young campers softly snored, and you couldn’t help but smile at their blissful state. Grabbing the rough fabric, you quietly pulled the two pieces together, blocking any more sunlight from startling your siblings.

Sleep still threatened to drag you under, so you slipped on sandals and trudged towards the kitchen, eager to get a warm cup of coffee, or really anything to help you wake up. 

Outside was fairly silent, contrary to the rowdy and noisy afternoons that typically filled the camp. The only ones awake were boisterous birds, who sung an enchanting song, and a few other counselors who were busy setting up  for the day. 

Your steady steps carried you to the small camp kitchen, where snacks littered the room as a reward for the effort of the counselors. A small jet black coffee maker stood on the counter, with Luke Castellan lingering next to it, facing away from you. Your presence went unnoticed by him, and you watched as he swiftly picked up two steaming mugs.

He slightly jumped at the sight of you, surprised by your hushed entrance. 

“H-Hey. Made you your coffee.” He said, reaching out to awkwardly hand you one of the energizing brown liquids. You delicately giggled at him for his initial fright, and accepted the sweet gesture.

“Thank you. Excited for today’s activities?” You asked, taking a sip of your toasty drink. Today, Hermes and Demeter Cabin were partnering up for a lazy day doing arts and crafts and indoor activities. The kids spent the past week relentlessly training, working hard from dusk till dawn, so an easy day was needed.

“Any time I get to spend with you is exciting.” Luke replied, smirking, before realizing how that sounded and backtracking. “I- Uh, I didn’t mean it-“ 

You laughed again, quickly cutting him off.

“I know what you meant. See you at eight.” You turned away, teasingly bumping his shoulder. 

“See ya.” He whispered out, pursing his lips and doing a slight nod as he witnessed you sauntering away. 

You and Luke had been close friends since the beginning. He arrived with Annabeth and Grover, confused and broken by the world. Luke never wanted to be a demigod, to lose Thalia. It was all too much for him.

But then you passed by in the infirmary, practically radiating a positive energy. You smiled at him, a genuine smile, with your nose scrunching up and your eyes nearly closing, before going to chat with some Apollo kid.

You were selected to give him and Annabeth a tour later that afternoon, presumably for your friendly and charming personality that seemed to lure people in. Luke got to observe your perfection firsthand as you helped the his sister adapt to the new surroundings, sweetly showing her everything to love about camp.

Luke followed you around like a lost puppy, mesmerized by your every move. With every step you took, luscious flowers blossomed, creating a beautiful scenery. Not to mention, the kids looked up to you so dearly, with the way you patched their nearly invisible cuts and grew them tulips on their worst days. 

The sad reality was you were more of a mother to them than their biological parents, even if you were only fourteen at the time. You did your best to make them feel “normal,” to let them live a glorious childhood that you were never granted. 

In those five years after his arrival, you became close as ever. Whether it was spending time basking in the strawberry fields or splashing around in the lake, you spent every minute together, your bond stronger than any weapon forged in Olympus. You laid by him on those restless nights before he got claimed, and after, too. And when you had a small cold, he went full Apollo-mode and spent hours glued to your side until you felt better. 

However, there was one teensy issue. Luke was hopelessly and utterly in love with you. Every one saw the way he gazed at you a little too long and with a little too much love in his eyes for just a friend.

Well, all noticed except you. The poor boy thought you weren’t interested, but the reality was your concept of love was so twisted and blurry that you had no clue what “love” even looked like. 

So, both you and him stayed silent, hoping one would realize eventually, and end this torture of a situationship.

Which brings us back to now, a cool and humid lazy morning with the campers, lounging on the few picnic tables decorated outside Hermes Cabin. Luke watched as you sat with your (and his) siblings, carefully threading pearly pink beads on a flimsy string. You laughed as you talked to the young children, making sure they were all included. The sun brightened your features, making you appeal heavenly. And your eyes twinkled with curiosity as a little unclaimed kid ranted on about some silly story.

“Dude, you’re staring again.” Chris chimed in, raising his eyebrows as he continued to paint navy shades of blue onto a rock.

“Shut up. Aren’t you whipped for Clarisse?” Luke sarcastically asked.

“If anyones whipped here, it’s you. How long have you liked her now? Can’t you just tell her already?” He was quick to return the sassy attitude, remaining unbothered by his friend’s remark.

“It’s not that simple, you know that. What if she doesn’t like me back and-“ He tried to ramble on, negative thoughts swallowing him whole. Luckily, Chris was there to pull him out of his own mind with yet another dumb comment.

“Damn. I knew you weren’t Athena’s son, but I didn’t know you were that clueless.”

“What?” Luke questioned, slightly offended.

“How many guys has she dated since she met you?”

“None. But I don’t see how this really relates-“

“And how many have asked her out?”

Luke paused for a second. There was Ethan from Ares, who tried asking her on a date a week ago, but she declined. Or Jack from Aphrodite, who, let’s be real, was the most attractive boy in camp, but she rejected him, too.

Chris took his silence as a victory. “Exactly.” He retorted.

“Whatever.” Luke shrugged, hopping up to sit by you. You scooted to your left, making room for him instantly. Cheers erupted from the campers as they saw their (second favorite) counselor.

“Luke! Y/N told us that you still snore when you sleep!” One of them pipped out, sending the rest of the minions into a giggle fit. Luke took a dramatic gasp in, placing a hand on his heart to pretend he was hurt.

“I do not!” He yelped, making the younger laugh even harder. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched the kids joke around.

“I can’t believe you would betray me like that!” He said to you, trying to fake upset, but the huge grin on his face said otherwise.

“I mean, am I wrong? You are the loudest sleeper I’ve ever met!” You reply, grinning.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks the other way, and before you can say anything, a voice cut you off.

“Hey! Luke, Y/N!” A blond Apollo child shouted from afar, gently jogging while approaching them. They shifted their attention, prepared to fulfill whatever task presented.

“Chiron needs you in the office. New kid arrived. They said his name was Percy or something?” He finished, jogging away, most likely to get back to the infirmary.

The leaders looked back at their older friend, wondering if he could cover while they helped this newcomer out. 

Chris gave a thumbs up, signaling he could watch them for a few minutes. 

You and Luke playfully danced around one another on the short stroll, talking about anything and everything while you walk through the woods.

Soon, you reached the open building, the stain glass windows casting a colorful glow. You peer inside to see a blond teen, looking around twelve years old, arguing with Dionysius.

“Peter Johnson is here!” The drunk croaked out, and the two counselors made sure to swoop in. 

“Percy, Right?” You said, slightly a little too enthusiastic for 8am on a Tuesday morning.

“Yeah. At least someone around here can get my name right.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry about that. He can be a little.. chaotic. I’m Y/N, counselor of Demeter Cabin, and this is Luke, counselor of Hermes Cabin. We can give you a tour, if you want.” You explained, gesturing towards Luke who gave a friendly smile.

“Yeah, sure.” The blond boy replied.

-

“And this is Hermes Cabin, where you’ll be staying.” Luke exclaimed, pointing to the rough looking room.

“Uh, no offense, but why am I staying here?” Percy asked, disgust lingering in his words as he stared down the messy bunks.

“Uh, Offense taken. First of all, we’re definitely the best cabin of all time. And all unclaimed campers stay here, along with children of minor Gods.” The brunette said.

“Hate to break it to you Luke, but Demeter absolutely solos your Cabin.” You cut in, mouth letting out a ‘tsk’ sound. 

“Slow your roll there. Your cabin may be neat, but the amount of plants in there is slightly concerning.” Luke joked, you and him now unknowingly engaged in your own little conversation.

“It’s better than your pig pen!” You shouted, your sweet laugh echoing throughout the area.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He replied, and Percy took a step back, running into an older teen, staring at the “friends” who were flirting right before everyone.

“Do they always act like this?” He asked, referring to their nonstop conversations, and their slight physical touch. Your fleshy fingers were somehow always grazing his calloused skin. 

“Always. It’s sickening.” Chris replied.

“Agreed.” Percy sighed out, as Luke looked back at the two. They both gave an encouraging look, telling him to shoot his shot. 

“Hey, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to go out to the lake tonight? Just us?” He asked you, throat going dry and knees threatening to buckle as he fidgeted with his thumbs.

“I’d love too, Luke.” You replied, blushing as you swayed nervously.

“Great! It’s a date! Unless you don’t want it to be-“ He was quick to start, but you briefly interrupted.

“I’d like that.” 

[diorctrl]

WHAT GIRL GROUP THEIR S/O WOULD BE IN : idol!enha x idol! reader

𓂂 ˳ enhypen maknae line, fluff warnings: intentional lower case

kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ stayc, you guys meet each other during promotions for asap and drunk dazed, he remembers being entranced when he bumped into the girl with bright pink hair, he apologized and that was the last time you guys saw each other for a while, until both wonyoung and sunghoon wouldn’t be able to do music bank because of solo activities so wonyoung chose you to fill in for her since both you and her are close friends and sunghoon decided to pick sunoo. you guys went viral for your chemistry, you both were practically all over korea and people wanted to see more of the both of you, so mnet being the popularity and money hunger people they are reached out to both of your companies to make a verity show where both you and sunoo interview groups and idols and do activities together and that’s how your relationship began. the show is a hit and your chemistry is no joke, it’s an ongoing joke in the industry that you guys are dating, you guys are so loved that knetz wouldn’t even care if you guys came out dating.

yang jungwon ( 양정원 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ xg, you guys met through riki, you and riki have been best friends since you were little and while he was training to be a kpop idol you were training in japan to be in xg. jungwon remembers when xg debuted and riki put it on the tv, he remembers just being mesmerized by you the whole time but it wasn’t until xg had their comeback shooting star that he got to meet you, all the other times both you and riki were to busy to meet up so jungwon never got to tag along, but this time riki decided to surprise you backstage during your group promotions, jungwon watched you in awe as you ran to hug riki, you look even better in real life, then riki introduced you and him to each other and that’s how you relationship blossomed. you teach him japanese and he teaches you korean, him and riki often fight over you “im her boyfriend!” “well im her best friend!”

 nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ new jeans, both you and riki are the dancers of your groups and the youngest, well your second youngest of your group and he’s the youngest, but because of your similarities fans started shipping you guys like crazy like as soon as you debuted, it’s giving lisa and jungkook shippers (yea that kind of shipping) the only difference is that you guys are actually dating, you and him started dating when you were a trainee and he was on his second year of being in enhypen. you guys love laughing at the people that call your shippers delusional because they’re actually right, you guys are literally the cutest couple, you choreograph dances together all the time. your relationship got exposed when dispatch released a photo of him taking a walk late at night and the fans were like “I’m never making fun of shippers again.” so now it’s known that you guys are dating but it’s very private, some people forget that your untill another a photo comes out a couple months later.

[mrs-fatu]

Blossom in Summer

Chapter 1: Why me?

Paring: jey uso x Jasmine (fem!reader)

Warnings: Language, anger, confusion

WC: 2,824

Summary: Jasmine wakes up in an unfamiliar bedroom with no memory of last night. Who is this man? And why did he pick her?

As I slowly opened my eyes, the morning sun cast a warm glow across the lavish bedroom, bathing me in a soft, golden light. The silk curtains, adorned with intricate patterns, seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, and the sweet scent of dior Sauvage wafted through the air, filling my senses. But as I sat up, my head began to pound, and I was hit with a wave of confusion. Where was I? This wasn't my bedroom. The silk sheets tangled around my bare legs felt luxurious, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was a stranger in this unfamiliar surrounding.

I forced my eyes open again, taking in the room around me with a sense of disorientation. The walls were a deep, rich blue, accentuated by traditional lavalavas hanging in beautifully crafted frames. To my left stood an antique black armoire, its intricate carvings telling a story of elegance and sophistication. The plush blue rug beneath the massive four-poster bed seemed to have been imported from a far-off land, and I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.

As I sat up, holding my throbbing head in my hands, memories of the previous night began to trickle back. The fancy cocktail bar with my friends, doing shot after shot of tequila until the night blurred into a haze. Stumbling into a swanky hotel suite afterward, though I couldn't remember exactly how I'd gotten there. Who did this room belong to? And where had they gone? The questions swirled in my mind like a whirlpool, pulling me under.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up on shaky feet, clutching the bedpost for support. My head felt like it was going to split open, and I needed to figure out what happened and get out of here. As I looked down at myself, I saw that I was still wearing the silky black dress from last night, now wrinkled and creased. It was then that I noticed something heavy on my left wrist - a tennis bracelet so bright it almost blinded me. What was it doing there?

Just as I was trying to make sense of the strange circumstances, the door on the side of the room swung open, and a tall figure emerged. He stood at 6'2", his chiseled physique on full display as he walked towards me. His ebony shorts clung to his toned thighs and waist, accentuating his inked legs and tribal tattoos that glistened against his damp skin.

His hair was styled in a seductive mullet, and his lips sported a perfect shade of color, revealing his dazzling grillz as he parted them. It was like he had stepped out of a steamy romance novel, and I felt like I was staring at a character come to life.

"Morning," he spoke, his deep voice low and husky.

I stood there in shock, unable to form words. He walked around me, opening a drawer from his dresser to pull out his clothes. My eyes followed him, mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed as he moved.

"I'm sorry, who...?" I stuttered before I could finish.

But before I could even get the words out, my stomach began to churn and I felt like I was going to vomit. I stumbled backward, but it was too late. The morning sickness washed over me, and I threw up right on the floor.

He darted towards me, concern etched on his face. "Shit, you good?" he asked as he brushed away a dangling curl from my face.

"I'm sorry...I'm..." I spoke, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

But before I could finish speaking, he ushered me towards his bed and sat me down on the edge. "Sit down," he said softly.

As he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and emotions, I felt like my world was spinning out of control.

I just wanted to go home, to crawl back into my own bed and forget the reckless night I had just endured. But instead, I found myself in a luxurious bedroom, surrounded by the opulent trappings of a life that was not my own. A diamond tennis bracelet glinted on my wrist, a constant reminder of my foolishness. How could I have been so irresponsible, drinking so much that I ended up in this strange and unfamiliar place?

As I sat on the bed, trying to gather my thoughts, my phone began to ring. I picked it up from the nightstand, hoping for some semblance of normalcy in this chaotic situation. "Hello?" I spoke, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Girl, where the hell are you?" asked my best friend Natasha, her voice laced with concern.

"I...I don't even know," I replied, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'm with a man, and...and I threw up on his carpet, so..."

Natasha's laughter came through the phone, followed by a gasp. "Wait, is he sexy?" she asked, her tone playful.

"Um, well...he looks like he's from some kind of Pacific Island or something," I replied. "He has all these tribal tattoos and lavalavas on his wall."

Natasha's squeal of excitement was music to my ears. "Don't stop there, bitch! Tell me more! How does he look?"

I took a deep breath before launching into a detailed description of the mans handsome features. "Well, he has a short-cut mullet, and he's kinda muscular. His thighs are thick...and he has bottom grillz...and his voice is low and smooth."

Natasha's reaction was immediate. "Oh my god, Jas! You're in trouble!"

I glanced up to see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. "Shit, I gotta go," I said hastily. "he's back."

"Okay, girl, let me know if you need me to pick you up," Natasha said, her voice dripping with concern. "I love you, be safe Jaz."

The line went dead as Natasha hung up, leaving me alone with him once more. I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me as he walked towards me, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

-

As I stood up from the bed, I felt a sense of unease wash over me. He had just finished cleaning up the spot where I had vomited, and now his eyes were locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I met his gaze, my mind still foggy from the previous night's excesses.

"I'm really sorry...I need to leave," I said, trying to sound apologetic as I began to step into my shoes.

His eyes darted as he stood up, his expression unreadable. "You just gonna forget about last night?" he asked, his tone laced with accusation.

I hesitated, searching for the right words to say. The truth was, I didn't remember what happened last night. It was all a blur of music, laughter, and tequila shots. But I knew that I couldn't keep it up forever, not when I had no idea what had happened or who this man was.

"I don't..." I paused, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over me.

The man let out a huff, his expression turning annoyed. "Damn, you don't even remember," he said, his voice dripping with disappointment.

"I am very sorry," I said, trying to apologize once again. "And...the bracelet. You can have it back, I'm sorry."

I started to unhook the bracelet, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I handed it back to him. But instead of taking it from me, he spoke up again.

"Just keep the bracelet, Jaz. I don't want it back. If you want to leave then go, the door is over there," he said, his tone hostile.

I was taken aback by his words. "I'm sure you spent hella on it," I said, trying to reason with him. "I don't want to..."

But he cut me off again. "Bruh, keep it, Jaz. I gave it to you for a reason."

His words were laced with aggression, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that he was genuinely upset with me. But why? What had happened last night?

As I stood there, feeling a sense of unease wash over me once again, he spoke up again.

"And I bet you don't even remember my name huh?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

I lightly shook my head, feeling a sense of shame wash over me. How could I have forgotten someone's name?

He sucked his teeth in disgust before speaking up again. "It's Joshua, Jey Uso," he said agitatedly. The name sounded slightly familiar but not quite.

With that, I grabbed my purse and made my way towards the door. As I left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. I had no idea what had happened last night or who Jey was or why he was so upset with me. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there before things got any worse.

-

I stood on the sidewalk of the penthouse, my head still throbbing with a dull ache. The morning sunlight was harsh, and I winced as I squinted up at the towering skyscrapers. I pulled out my phone and dialed the familiar number, hoping that my friend Tiffany would be able to come and rescue me from this situation.

As I waited for her to answer, I took a deep breath and tried to clear the fog from my mind. What had happened last night? Who was Jey Uso, and why did he seem so angry with me? And why, for that matter, had he let me keep the diamond tennis bracelet? It didn't make any sense.

The phone rang again, and Tiffany's cheerful voice answered. "Hey, what's up?"

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, can you come get me? I'll send you the address."

Tiffany's voice turned serious. "Yeah, I'll see you soon. Be careful."

The line went dead, and I was left standing alone on the sidewalk, feeling like I was in a fog. Who was Jey Uso, and why had I ended up in his penthouse apartment? What had happened last night, and why did I have such a pounding headache?

-

As I stood there, trying to make sense of it all, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car approaching approaching. It was Tiffany, looking stylish and put-together as always in her benz.

"Hey, girl, get in" she said, concern etched on her face. i stepped into her car and took a deep breath, "What happened?"

I shook my head, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I handed her the keys. "I don't know," I said. "I don't remember anything from last night."

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

I shrugged. "I don't know who Jey Uso is or what happened. But I need some coffee and some crackers. Like, right now."

i rubbed my temples in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing headache, my friend Tiffany's eyes lit up like a bright light bulb. "JEY USO?" she yelled in question, her voice piercing the morning air.

I winced, feeling a wave of pain wash over me. "Goddamn girl, my head," I groaned, trying to hold onto my sanity.

Tiffany's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm sorry, but you said his name is Jey Uso, right?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

I nodded my head, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. "Yeah, why? Then he let me keep this bracelet," I said, holding up my wrist to show her the diamond tennis bracelet.

Tiffany's reaction was immediate. She squealed like a little child, her eyes wide with excitement. "YOU STAYED WITH JEY USO AND HE GAVE YOU A TENNIS BRACELET?" she repeated, her voice rising to a near-shriek.

I palmed my face, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over me. "My head. Please stop screaming," I begged.

Tiffany's laughter died down, and she looked at me with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Oh, girl, I'm sorry. Jey Uso is the WWE wrestler, and he's fine as hell!" she exclaimed.

I gave her a skeptical look, feeling a sense of unease. "What? Come on, you can't tell me he's not sexy. He's main event Jey Uso. And God, the way he flicks his tongue... We have to go to the supershow tonight, you gotta see him in the ring," she said.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I mean, he's okay, but he was kinda rude. If going to the show will make you happy then sure. But I really need some fucking coffee," I said.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Fine, we'll get you coffee and then get ready for the show," she said before driving off into the morning traffic.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. Who was Jey Uso, and why did he seem so angry with me? And what had happened last night? The questions swirled in my mind like a whirlpool, refusing to be silenced.

But for now, all I could think about was getting home and getting some coffee into my system. Maybe then things would start to make sense again.

—

I knew that having a hangover wasn't the best, but coffee always seemed to come in handy.

I reached for my trusty brush and gel, and began to work my hair into a sleek, curly ponytail. The hard bristles of the brush glided effortlessly through my locks, leaving them smooth and tamed. I then moved on to my eyebrows, using a precision brow pencil to reshape them into a thin, arching shape that I preferred. The gentle strokes of the pencil seemed to calm my frazzled nerves, and I felt a sense of clarity wash over me.

With my brows in order, I turned my attention to my makeup. I carefully applied a light foundation to even out my complexion, followed by a subtle blush to give my cheeks a healthy glow. A swipe of mascara added depth and drama to my lashes, and a swipe of lip balm left my lips feeling soft and hydrated.

As I finished up my makeup routine, I stood up and surveyed my reflection. I was pleased with the results - my hair looked luscious and bouncy, and my makeup was understated yet effective. I then gathered my clothes, selecting a nice outfit that would see me through the day.

As I dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the simple pleasures in life - a hot shower, a good cup of coffee, and a fresh start. The night moonlight streaming through the window seemed to hold promise, and I felt a sense of renewed energy coursing through my veins.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, smoothing out any wrinkles or creases in my outfit. Satisfied with the result, I headed out into the night, ready to face whatever happens.

-

As I emerged from the hotel, I was greeted by the warm night and the sound of Tiffany's horn blaring in the distance. I rushed towards the car, my mind still foggy from the lingering effects of the night before. As I slipped into the passenger seat, Tiffany flashed me a bright smile. "You look good, girl!" she exclaimed.

I smiled back, feeling a sense of gratitude for her kind words. "Thanks, you look good too," I replied, taking in her stylish outfit.

As we hit the road, Tiffany began to drive, her eyes fixed on the windshield. "Okay, so remember, we're going to see Jey tonight. I got us front row tickets, so at least cheer when he comes out, because I definitely will," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of confusion wash over me. What was up with this man? Why did women like Tiffany drool over him so much? I mean, I got it - he was hot as hell - but I didn't understand all the hype. The traffic lights seemed to be flashing in sync with the diamond bracelet on my wrist, and all I could think about was why me? What had happened? Would it all come back to me?

As we navigated through the crowded streets of Las Vegas, my mind began to wander back to the night before. The anger in Jey's eyes as I told him I didn't remember anything was still etched in my memory. It was enough to keep me away from him, to make me realize that I didn't need another angry man in my life. Not again.

After dealing with Aaron, I had promised myself that I wouldn't dare let another angry man into my life again. And now, as I sat in the car with Tiffany, I knew that I had to keep my distance from Jey Uso. Maybe after the show, I could find him and give him the bracelet back - never look back. It would be for my own good.

As we pulled up to the venue, I took a deep breath and let my thoughts settle. I had five days left in Vegas, and I was determined to make the most of it. No more worrying about waking up in a random man's bed. No more drama or stress. Just me, myself, and a fresh start.

[judesmoonbeauty]

WC: 1,111 SFW ┃Fluff ┃Touching ┃Kissing ┃Jealousy ┃Words of Affirmation CW: None Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Pronouns: You This is based on a discord prompt: Sun Catcher Summary: Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony. Dividers: @/natimiles [Master List]

After a refreshing early morning stroll hand in hand with Elbert by the seaside, you both return to the villa he owns nearby, and along the way you ponder how filled to the brim you are with the warmth and happiness of spending time with your Beloved. The weight of your feelings for Elbert intensified like strong ocean swells breaking onto the shore as you watched his eyes widened at the beauty of the sleeping sun breaking over the horizon. The more you and he spent time together, the more you noticed small changes within him blossom, like the first hazy rays of sunlight being born from the darkness that he had contended with all his life.

Finally, Elbert was beginning to notice how truly wonderful and beautiful the world could be around him, even if he felt weighted down to the deepest trenches of the ocean’s lonely floor, at least some light was filtering through the dark abode now that you were weighted down with him. You smile as you sit by his side in the carriage and inspect the beautiful sea shells that you both collected, embedding these precious thoughts and memories upon the shells, so they’ll never be forgotten.

“…..”

Noticing that you’d been admiring the sea shells for far too long, Elbert takes the collection bag from your hand and places them on the seat opposite of you. Watching him closely you perceive that he must be coveting the exorbitant attention you’d been giving the beach finds instead of him. He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Staring into his fathomless blue eyes, he trickles kisses on your forehead, down to your eyelids, your nose, and finally reaching your blushing lips. Grazing them so faintly with his tongue it was like a faint whisper brushing against your skin, beckoning you to open for him. Parting so naturally on their own, you grant him the access he was tenderly requesting.

It was never enough for him. He craved your heart, mind and body so earnestly that Elbert could never allow anyone or anything divert you from him for any extended period of time. It was because of you that he began to learn the value of true beauty, and now that he held it in his grasp, he would never allow you to escape his snare. He loved you more than anyone or anything in the world, and he would destroy all of the world if it meant he could keep himself in your sight.

However, he battled this desire to lock you away from everything and to keep everything from you, so you could be happy. Searching the deepest corners of your mouth with his needy tongue he tried to convey his hunger and desire for you, and that was how you both spent the remainder of your trip back to the villa, consuming each other with deep fervent kisses.

Upon arriving, you asked Elbert if he had any spare gemstones that he didn’t need anymore. Elbert looked at you surprised for a moment because he never expected you to make such an extravagant request, but he was happy to give you whatever you wanted.

“….I do. I’ll have the butler bring them to you.”

“Thank you! Oh, but I also need a few more items, and some tools.” A bright smile flashed on your face, and he looked at you even more perplexed than he did before. Still, he agreed to your request.

After receiving the required items you needed, Elbert had received correspondence from Crown about a matter that needed to be addressed, and so while he was away tending to that matter, you holed yourself up in your room working away. It near sunset by the time Elbert finished his duties and returned to your room only to find it empty.

“Lord Elbert!” You called out from behind and grabbed his porcelain hand as he turned around to meet your voice.

“Quickly, come with me or else we’ll miss it.”

“Miss it….?”

“You’ll see.”

Watching you walk ahead and pull him by the hand, Elbert thought that he couldn’t imagine how he had ever breathed before he met you, how you kept pulling him from the depths of his dark watery abyss and into the shallows, and when you both enter his room that faces the ocean, his thoughts were further cemented - you truly were a glorious light in his dismal world.

The entire room was aglow and dancing with the most beautiful display of light that danced all over the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony.

“…The gems…..is this why you asked for them?”

“Mhm, I made a sun-catcher for us.”

Walking up to it, his eyes wandered over it like he was evaluating it’s worth. You’d seen those eyes before, and his silence made you nervous as he gently reached out and touched it, so you explained.

“I wanted to capture our memories of our watching the dawn together this morning, so I thought I’d make this sun-catcher with your unwanted gems, and included the sea shells we found at the beach.”

The shells that he was so jealous of earlier that morning now gently lay in his hand, woven along with the different stones Elbert would never have looked at again - a gift of light from his lover. Feeling slightly confused as to whether he was happy or discontented, those feelings were washed away when he felt you pick up his hand and kiss it.

“I love you more than anyone or anything in the world, Lord Elbert. So, don’t be afraid to share the beauty and the light of other things with me, because they will never replace you. So, please continue loving me just as you do.”

“Even if I……drown you with that love?”

He was often anxious of this thought as to whether or not you’d mind being pulled in the murky depths of his love. Smiling at him you drape your arms around his neck and peck his lips to reassure him.

“Let’s make a promise, drown me with your love, and I’ll shower you with all the light I possess.”

A gentle breeze flows into the room, sounding a sweet clinking from the sun-catcher as a palette of colors bedeck you both while engaged in a passionate kiss.

[dmitriene]

— icebound tale.

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summary: against the backdrop of the exciting world of figure skating, your eyes are drawn to a charismatic figure skater who is ready to offer you his helping hand. content: figure skater re4 leon kennedy x gn reader tags: fluff, comfort, little of a self doubt and anxiety, teasing, flirting and just nice time with leon. author's note: hello!! i'm back with some leon fic that was incpired by the awesome au artwork that belong to @eerizon and her art is fully describing how leon looks like in the fic, so hoping you'll like this writing! enjoy your reading) ⛸️

The ice rink existed in a unique combination of emotions where the strongest desire and the greatest fear converged in a whirlwind of conflicting sensations.

As you stood at the edge of the ice rink, your chest felt like it was being held in a vice, a feeling that mirrored the tug of war between two sides in your heart.

The desire to be on the ice was an all consuming pain, a longing that had long been imprinted in your soul, it was a passion that awakened in you from a young age, a love for figure skating that blossomed against the backdrop of countless hours of training and dedication, it became part of your personality, a dream — which nourished your every waking moment.

However, this desire was paradoxically combined with a gripping fear, the ice under your skates symbolizing not only your dreams, but also your potential fall, the thought that you would look disgraceful, lose your balance and fall in front of watchful spectators and comrades in figure skating — was a nightmare that haunted you every step of the way.

As you entered the rink you were greeted by an intense cold that seemed to seep into your bones, the air was crisp and sharp, reminding you of the unforgiving nature of the ice, the dull design of the rink, its muted colors and polished surface stood in stark contrast to the turbulent emotions bubbling within you.

With shaking hands, you changed into your ice skating outfit, the fabric clinging to your skin as if to express solidarity with your anxiety, every piece of clothing you put on was a barrier between you and the impending test, a way to shield yourself from the vulnerability that skating required. skates.

Despite your familiarity with the skating rink, this place where you had spent countless hours practicing and perfecting your skills, an uneasy uncertainty gnawed at you. It was a persistent doubt whispering in the back of your mind, taunting you with the possibility of failure, it made you press against the wall as soon as you stepped on the ice, seeking the momentary comfort of its solid presence.

Before you lay a realm of thin ice — a vast expanse of opportunity and danger, the frozen surface was both your canvas and your battlefield, a place where dreams could come true or be shattered, the reflections of the bright lights of the skating rink danced on the surface of the ice, creating a dazzling spectacle that was simultaneously mesmerizing and scared.

As you stood against the wall, your fingers gripping the cold metal barrier, you watched the other skaters glide effortlessly across the ice, their movements a testament to their skill and confidence, every graceful spin and leap seeming to mock your own insecurities.

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, there was a glimmer of hope, the fact that you were here — on the ice, was a triumph in itself, it was a testament to your determination to conquer your fears and fulfill your deepest desires, the path ahead may not be easy, but you have finally made your first uncertain steps towards your dream.

As you stood against the wall, your eyes scanned the expanse of the rink, trying to calm the nerves pulsing through your veins, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation, a palpable energy hung in the air like a gentle frost, the bright artificial lights of the rink illuminated every inch of the frozen surface, bathing the arena in a pristine glow.

Amidst this sea of anticipation, your gaze suddenly fell on him.

He was a young man, the epitome of grace and fluidity as he cut through the ice with every elegant movement, his very presence seemed to capture the attention of everyone on the rink, his performance becoming an enchanting dance unfolding before your eyes.

His every movement was poetry in motion, with every graceful movement of his skates he drew intricate patterns on the frozen canvas beneath him, the ice bending to his will and he danced on it with a grace that was nothing short of mesmerizing, and his pirouettes were like a whirlwind of elegance, a breathtaking display of skill that was awe inspiring.

Your own efforts at figure skating faded into the background as you stared at him, the world around you dissolving into a hazy haze.

His blue eyes — expressive and deep, were in harmony with the shade of his bluish turtleneck, which reflected the cold, serene tones of ice, they were like sapphires that sparkled in the cold light, deep and piercing, as if reflecting the ice under his feet, attracting with their magnetic charm, his eyes showed determination, a fiery passion that burned inside him as he executed every maneuver with precision.

His light mop of soft, tanned blond hair framed his face in a mesmerizing halo, bouncing with every spin and adding an extra layer of dynamism to his already charming presence, stray strands of hair brushing his cheeks as if nature itself had conspired to enhance his beauty.

Every pirouette was a masterpiece, every jump a display of athleticism and artistry, his skates whispering across the ice, creating a symphony of sounds that echoed throughout the rink, every movement executed with a flawless combination of strength and grace, as if he and the ice were one.

It was impossible to take your eyes off this charming skater, time seemed to stand still and the world around faded into the background, at that moment there was only him — the embodiment of everything you admired in figure skating.

The murmur of admiration and awe in the room became a distant echo as you continued to watch him, his performance a testament to the true beauty of this sport, a reminder of why you fell in love with him in the first place, and as you stood there, captivated by his artistry, you you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of inspiration and determination rising within you.

As you stood there, captivated by the young man's mesmerizing performance on the ice, suddenly a feeling of unease came over you, as if his every move drew attention to your presence, you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth to your cheeks and instinctively looked away, your eyes were now drawn to shining ice under your feet.

Unbeknownst to you, he sensed your attention and effortlessly changed his course, heading towards you with the grace of a swan gliding through the water, his final spin bringing him to a stop in front of you, the soft scrape of his skates on the ice announcing his arrival.

He gave you a bright, disarming smile, a smile that radiated warmth and friendliness, that smile made your heart flutter and your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he greeted you with a soft — «Hello?»

Your eyes darted back to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence, you managed to smile back shyly but found it hard to hold his gaze for long, your hands fidgeting nervously at your sides as you struggled to find words.

Before you had a chance to recover, he spoke in a soft and reassuring voice — «Is everything alright? You looked a little confused, do you need help?» his concern was genuine and it only made you more nervous.

You looked away shyly, the anxiety in your chest increasing — «I… I don't want to burden you» you muttered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the rink's refrigeration system.

But he seemed unfazed by your hesitation, with a gentle chuckle he reached out and took your hand, his touch warm against the cold of the rink, his fingers curling around yours in a reassuring way, causing a tingle in your arm.

— «You're not a burden at all» he answered in a carefree and friendly tone — «We're all here to support each other, right? In addition, i like to help beginners find their footing on the ice»

His words were like a lifeline, easing the tension coiled inside you, you finally mustered up the courage to meet his gaze once more and couldn’t help but smile at the kindness and warmth that radiated from him.

Still holding your hand tenderly, he took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your nervousness.

With a friendly smile that seemed to light up the entire skating rink, he said — «By the way, I'm Leon, nice to meet you» his words were like a sudden warm hug, that calmed you despite your initial nerves.

Before you could answer, he happily took your other hand, his touch sent a wave of warmth through your body, his fingers intertwined with yours, his touch soothing, and he gently pulled your hand, pulling you closer to him and making you step forward, your heart was pounding as you felt yourself getting closer to this charismatic stranger.

The sudden movement made you stutter, the words stuck in your throat, panic briefly taking hold of you as you realized that you were now dangerously close to him, in your agitated state you instinctively grabbed his shoulders, fearing that you might have caused him discomfort.

But when you finally found the courage to look up and meet his gaze, you saw a sight that eased your worries.

Leon smiled, his blue eyes full of warmth and fun, his shoulders moving with a soft, melodious laugh, a sound like music in the fresh air of an ice skating rink.

In a playful, flirtatious manner he joked — «Don't worry, it's okay, besides, you have a good grip there» his voice was soothing and you couldn’t help but laugh at his light-hearted comment.

As his laughter died down, he leaned in slightly, his face just inches from yours, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he said — «Now that we are properly familiar, how about starting with skating lessons? I promise i'm a great teacher» his words were accompanied by a charming wink that made your heart flutter.

You nodded hesitantly, your cheeks still flushed from your earlier embarrassment but now with a tinge of excitement, his confidence was contagious and you wanted to learn from the man who exuded such charisma and skill.

At this, Leon gave you another brilliant smile and began to lead you across the ice, his hand in yours as you followed his lead, your skates gliding smoother by the moment.

As you both moved together across the shiny surface of the rink, you couldn't help but smile, the fear and uncertainty that had gripped you earlier gave way to a newfound confidence and thirst for adventure, at that moment the ice was no longer your greatest fear, but a canvas for your dreams, and Leon was not just a stranger, but a partner in the dance that had just begun.

Minutes turned into hours and you and Leon were lost in the charm of skating together, the atmosphere around you turning from one of nervous uncertainty to one of camaraderie and joy, your skates gliding gracefully across the ice as you chatted and laughed as if you'd known each other for years.

With each passing moment, the initial awkwardness dissipated, giving way to a sense of connection that extended beyond the rink, you shared stories, aspirations and anecdotes, your laughter echoing through the frosty air, the world around you faded into the background as you focused on the delightful conversation and the joy of the ice under with your feet.

However, fate had a playful twist in store for both of you.

While you were skating side by side, engrossed in conversation, you accidentally lost your balance and the next thing you knew, you were falling straight onto Leon, the impact was sudden and you both fell onto the ice, caught taken by surprise.

For a moment you both looked at each other through your tousled hair, frozen in surprise, and then Leon bursted into a burst of laughter, his laugh was infectious, filling the rink as he threw back his head and laughed heartily.

His laugh caught you off guard and you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as you flashed a shy smile and held your breath as you tried to regain your composure.

Leon, still sitting on the ice and looking at you through his bangs, tilted his head to one side with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and suddenly asked playfully — «I'm so beautiful that you're holding your breath?» his words were spoken with a charming smile that created a playful spark between you two.

You giggled nervously and replied — «Maybe quite a bit» your words were accompanied by a gentle look that spoke volumes about the connection you felt with this charismatic blonde.

With that, you both stood up, Leon holding out his hand to help you to your feet.

With his help, you both rose from the ice, your hearts still glowing from your shared laughter, you resumed skating, your movements now accompanied by a feeling of intimacy and comfort, the lights of the skating rink overhead creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the evening.

A couple of hours later, when the sun began to set, filling the skating rink with a warm golden hue, you realized that it was time for both of you to go your separate ways, when suddenly Leon, with a playful smile, reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

— «Here» he said, handing you the paper — «If you ever want to skate again or just chat, give me a call, it was great to meet you today»

You took a piece of paper, your heart was pounding with excitement as you smiled back at him and replied — «I'd love to skate with you again, thank you Leon, it was an unforgettable day»

With a wave and a promise to stay in touch, you and Leon reluctantly parted ways, but the memories of that day on the ice, filled with laughter, shared falls, and the promise of new beginnings, lingered in the atmosphere, leaving you with a feeling of joy and anticipation for future meetings.

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[bloomingdayswithyou]

Can I request a jeno x male reader fict 🤭

Melodies of the Stars

Pairing: Jeno x idol!male!reader

Word Count: 903

Warnings: none, just a really cute love story

Author’s note: hello!! Thank you so much for requesting. Since you didn’t give much detail, I jus improvised everything hahah you can give me feedback so the request is to your liking🫶

In the dazzling world of K-pop, where dreams and music intertwine, a rising star named m/n found himself swept away by the mesmerizing aura of NCT's Jeno. With every captivating performance, Jeno's charisma, talent, and charm ignited a flame of admiration within m/n's heart. Little did he know that his feelings were not one-sided, for Jeno, too, had taken notice of the talented male idol. As m/n's popularity soared in the industry, he couldn't help but feel butterflies whenever he thought of Jeno. Their paths had crossed on several occasions at music shows and awards ceremonies, exchanging smiles and polite greetings. But m/n longed for something more than just casual interactions.

One day, fate smiled upon them when both NCT and m/n's group were invited to perform at the same event. The excitement and nervousness were palpable as the event approached. M/n couldn't wait to share the same stage with Jeno, yet he couldn't shake the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. As the day of the event arrived, m/n and his group prepared for their performance, rehearsing their choreography and vocals with precision. But deep down, m/n’s thoughts were consumed by the upcoming encounter with Jeno.

Backstage, as m/n's group waited for their turn to perform, he spotted Jeno in the distance, looking effortlessly handsome as always. Their eyes met briefly, and m/n felt his heart skip a beat. He tried to focus on the upcoming performance, but the anticipation of seeing Jeno up close was undeniable.

Finally, the moment arrived, and m/n's group stepped onto the stage. The cheers of the crowd and the adrenaline coursing through his veins pushed him to give his best performance. As they sang and danced with passion, m/n couldn't help but glance in Jeno's direction from time to time, secretly hoping for a sign that his feelings were reciprocated.

He wasn’t aware that Jeno was watching him with genuine admiration and affection. He was captivated by m/n’s stage presence, talent, and the way he connected with the audience. Jeno had noticed m/n from their previous encounters, but seeing him perform was an entirely different experience – one that solidified his feelings. After m/n's group finished their performance, they returned backstage, breathless and exhilarated. As they caught their breaths, Jeno approached m/n with a bright smile.

"Hey, that was an amazing performance! You guys killed it out there," Jeno praised, his voice filled with sincerity. M/n blushed, feeling both flattered and nervous. "Thank you so much! It means a lot coming from you," he replied, trying to hide the rush of emotions.

Jeno chuckled softly, "I've always admired your talent and passion for music. You're an incredible performer." The words sent shivers down m/n's spine, and he mustered the courage to speak from his heart. “I have to admit, Jeno, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time. Your talent and charisma are truly awe-inspiring.”

To his surprise, Jeno's smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with joy. "I actually think the same way about you." he confessed. In that magical moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and their connection. It was a moment neither of them would ever forget, a moment that marked the beginning of something beautiful.

As the night continued, m/n and Jeno spent some time together, talking and laughing as they shared stories about their journeys in the music industry. Their connection deepened, and they found comfort in each other's company. When they had to leave each other’s side, they decided to exchange phone numbers.

From that day on, their relationship blossomed, not just as fellow idols but as partners in love and music. They supported each other's careers, cheering each other on from the sidelines and celebrating each other's successes.

Their fans were overjoyed to witness what seemed like a beautiful friendship, having no clue about what was going on when the cameras were turned off. And so, in the glittering realm of K-pop, two stars found each other, united by their love for music and each other. Their story was a testament to the power of destiny, the magic of mutual affection, and the joy of finding love in unexpected places. As their love story unfolded, m/n and Jeno proved that sometimes, the most extraordinary love stories are the ones written in the stars.

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[tempvstas]

Hello, i saw that requests were open so i hope you don't mind if i request. I'm sorry if this request isn't to your liking.

May i request Leona, Rook, Vil and Jamil with an idol reader in a group?(like a group idol or something like that). How would they react once they found out, them attending their S/O's concert, watching them dance and sing to different type of concepts and other things. Thank you. Im sorry if this request is complicated!

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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Leona Kingscholar, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Jamil Viper

Authors Notes: Hi there! I’m so sorry for taking a while, I’ve been really out of it and lost motivation, but here we are! Your request isn’t too complicated so not to worry, I hope you like this!!

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s not dumb, he’s aware of your career. He knows just how popular you are, but honestly he couldn’t care less how many fans you have or how busy you are, as long as you still make time for him. 

You’ve contemplated asking him to come to some of your concerts but have never actually brought it up because you thought he wouldn’t be too interested. But it turns out all you really need to do is ask. 

You managed to work it up to ask him if he would come support you at one of your concerts. He just looked at you, completely silent before giving you a small nod, and turning on his side to continue with his nap. You’re a little shocked cause you didn’t expect him to actually agree to go.

So when the day of the concert actually comes around, you’re pretty nervous, especially when you’re the main vocals. But Leona doesn’t disappoint. As soon as you step onto the stage with the bright lights and blaring music from the speakers abovehead, you scan the crowd and you see him standing in the front, arms crossed over his chest.

He looks a little irritated because of all the people moshing behind him, but he that signature smirk on his face, almost like he was telling you, “I told you so.”

Rook Hunt

Rook probably discovered you around the same time that he discovered Neige and he’s ecstatic. He’s one of your biggest fans and supporters. 

You two met through your numerous concerts and started talking because of one of backstage interactions with him. 

He's your most avid supporter and definitely attends every concert that you're at cause he loves hearing you so much, this doesn't change even after you guys get together.

It never fails to make you smile whenever you see him in the front row, calling out your name enthusiastically, giggling to yourself. 

When you’re asked during an interview who you value the most in your life, you mention his name because of all the support he’s given you.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is well aware of the "circle of celebrities" (does this make sense??? idk but just bear with me). He's seen your promotional videos on social media and the streams of loving comments from your loyal fans following shortly after.

Because of your rising popularity, you were asked to fill in for a role, it wasn't a major role, just a small cameo. But Vil just so happened to also be acting in it as well.

The two of you started talking, and soon a friendship blossomed between the two of you. Vil admires your work ethic, and in turn you admire just how devoted to his roles whenever he’s given one. 

Jamil Viper

Jamil first finds out when he sees you practicing one of your dance routines.

He's mesmerized by your movements, watching you from thr shadows but too shy to say anything.

So when you find out that he also likes to dance, you invite him to dance with you. And that's when he finds out about your career as an idol. He's surprised that someone like you would even consider being with him considering his lower status, and with you being as popular as you are, but you assure him that no amount of fame or popularity could ever make you love him less.

Kalim also finds out about your career and takes Jamil to one of your concerts, buying up the most expensive ticket to get as close to the stage as possible.

While he's trying to keep an eye on Jamil, he sees you out of the corner of his eye. You shoot a wink his way and blow a kiss in his direction causing his face to flush and the crowd to go absolutely wild.

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I Wanna Stay With You

wc: 1,000 pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: being captured; not really angst, just fluff summary: lee jeonghyeon is mesmerized when he sees fairy!reader wandering the floral summer meadows one afternoon; fantasy au ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ This one came to me very fast; it's a little short but it's so magicallll :) I used the rap lyrics that Jeonghyeon wrote for Over Me in this as well, they're marked in blue. They're so beautiful... I think they might be the best lyrics in the song lmao, go off king

Lee Jeonghyeon had never meant for this to happen.

He hadn't even believed that beings like you exist before this afternoon. Downtrodden after yet another one of his compositions was rejected by the court's royal orchestra, he decided to take a walk to muster up inspiration for a better song. Roaming through the flowering meadows on a bright summer's day, Jeonghyeon thought his eyes had deceived him when he saw the most exquisite winged creature tending to the blossoms in the field before him.

You carried a wooden basket, picking the prettiest of flowers and tucking them away. Every so often, you'd find one you admired most of all and fashion it behind your ear lithely. An ethereal, golden glow visibly emanated off of your skin.

No matter how many times Jeonghyeon blinked or rubbed his eyes, the transfixing beauty remained in front of his gawking figure. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he stepped quietly toward you as your iridescent wings fluttered gently in the soft wind.

"Sneaking up on me?" You asked the handsome boy without turning around.

You heard him gasp lightly. "I'm sorry. What--... What are you?"

You tucked a baby's breath that had bloomed just perfectly behind your ear as you turned around to face him, smiling knowingly. "What are you?"

"I--... I--..." The young man struggled to find words. "... I'm Jeonghyeon."

You giggled at the cute, simple human before you. "What's a Jeonghyeon?"

"It's my name," he clarified timidly, ears turning crimson.

You nodded, considering it. "Jeonghyeon... How pretty."

"Thank you," he replied, biting his lip nervously. "Will you tell me what you are now?"

You turned back around to the flowers, touching the wild lavender fondly. "What do you think I am?"

"An angel," he answered quickly. "Something entirely divine."

You laughed lightly at the mortal's words. "You humans are so funny," you cooed, picking the prettiest blossom of lavender. Turning back to the boy, you stepped towards him gently and tucked the lavender behind his ear. "Do these look like angel wings?"

Jeonghyeon's eyes lit up as you fluttered your shimmering, translucent wings for him. "I don't know. I've never met an angel before."

"And you never will," you replied with a smile, running a finger gracefully along one side of his sharp jawline.

His lips parted slightly in awe. "You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen."

You nodded, laughing the mortal's affections off. "This is not the first time I've been told."

He shakes his head fiercely. "You don't understand. What once was small, my heart is bigger-- now that my eyes have seen you, I can't see the future without your image," he pleads, words flowing out in perfect poetry as he sinks to his knees. "From this moment on, I paint in the paint that is you."

It takes more effort than you imagined to keep a straight face. This Jeonghyeon spoke so beautifully-- so sincerely, in a way a mere human never had before. They usually just stared at you or tried to kiss you or, even worse, cause harm to you. Unsure of how to react to these vows, you shrunk down to your normal size and started to fly away from the stunned boy.

But you felt the emotion in the air change, panic radiating off of Jeonghyeon as he reached his hand into the air after you. Enclosing you so gently in his palm, he clasped his hands together to securely entrap you in his grasp-- leaving a small gap in his fingers for adequate air to pass through.

No, Lee Jeonghyeon had never meant for this to happen...

And yet here you are: locked in a delicately woven cage, a piece of red ribbon tied loosely around both wrists.

"Are you alright?" Jeonghyeon asks, eyes wide with concern as he studies you.

You nod carefully, the red ribbon twirling delicately with the breeze flowing through the open window behind you.

"I didn't hurt you? Please, say I didn't hurt you," he panics. You shake your head softly in reply.

"Thank goodness," he says, running a hand through his hair with a rather stressed expression on his face. "Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

You shake your head again, looking around Jeonghyeon's small cottage. You spot a desk in the corner with several pieces of parchment strewn about, a pen and quell of ink beside them.

"Well, when you are, please let me know," Jeonghyeon urges with an awkward smile.

"Do you write?" You ask, gesturing with a nod to the corner desk.

"Oh," the boy acknowledges with a small laugh after turning around to see what you're referring to. "Yes. Lyrics."

"You're a songwriter," you affirm, smiling up at him. You knew that the boy had had a very distinct way with words.

He smiles back. "Yes... Well... I'd like to be one. Someday. But I've had a lot of trouble finding the right subject to write about."

"Is that so?" You tilt your head to one side, reaching out your ribbon-bound hands. Jeonghyeon's eyes sparkle as he extends his index finger through the cage, to which you grab hold of tenderly and examine. Noting the callouses from his pen, you trace along the grooves of his fingerprint.

"But I think I've serendipitously run into the perfect subject," he announces, nodding with certainty. "I'm truly sorry that I've captured you like this. I promise I'll let you go as quickly as I can... But I just know you'd make the most beautiful song."

Unbeknownst to Jeonghyeon, you can choose to escape at any time. No cage can hold you and no ribbon can withstand your glowing magic; even the boy's hands could have been easily burnt by your power if you had wished.

But there is one thing holding you here:

The compelling, handsome young man staring back at you through the cage in curious wonder-- who has promised to write you a song.

[grxnthxnry]

Daiharu’s Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6rUguYn90AMgrB5D4pQyRA?si=6a1686f8693c460c

I couldn't help but make some ficlets for each song in the playlist, hope y'all enjoy!!!

~Electric Touch~

- May encounters an intriguing young man in the depths of Granite Cave. As their hands brush when she provides him with that life changing letter, she just has the feeling that this would either break her heart or bring it back to life.

~Gold~

- Steven Stone has always been described as stone-cold as the stones he so desires, but the look in the glimmering sapphire eyes of this novice trainer that he encounters in Granite Cave manages to crack through his steel enclosed heart without him even realizing it.

~Sparks~

- May feels as though that one singular meeting in that godforsaken cave just ignited this insurmountable spark in her heart and she is clueless to how it will apply to the future.

~Distance~

- Steven knows he has to keep moving, a champion’s life was never meant to be placed in one location for a huge amount of time. But he can’t help but feel like he left a piece of himself in that cave with a brunette girl with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen.

~Line Without A Hook~

- Steven believes that he might not be the best person for this young, blossoming mind to be looked up on, as he watches her grow from a distance, he feels as though he was just a mere line without a hook for purpose.

~Style~

- May notices him battle those pesky grunts in such a flawless, elegant manner that she almost becomes mesmerized from his dance-esque battle style.

~Northern Lights~

- Steven catches May in time for a rare Aurora light show when a herd of Aurorus and Amora comeby and somehow he feels that the blue of the aurora pales in comparison to her iridescent sapphire eyes.

~Livewire~

- May is unpredictable, untameable, nearly unreachable, and yet, Steven Stone has never wanted to know a person more than he yearns to know more about her.

~Bright~

- Steven somehow manages to make even the darkest of caves light up with such vibrancy, that May is dazzled by his capability of doing so.

~Five Days of Summer~

- Summer in the rain has never felt more like home when Steven spends the gruelling heat with this one person that takes away the normalcy of everyday life.

~Cruel Summer~

- It’s all knew to her, his eyes, his smile, his mind, it’s all so glaringly knew that it feels cruel to just subject herself to it all.

~The Tip Of The Iceberg~

- She seemed so intricate that he could not stop getting to know her more rather than just skim the surface of her intriguing psyche.

~Sparks Fly~

- He takes her to the power plant in Mauville to geek on about the surge of adorable Magnemites that have just arrived on the seen, but with her hand in his, the Magnemites aren’t the only one’s that causes the sparks to fly.

~Dandelions~

- She takes him, in turn, to Verdanturf to the meadow Wally pointed out to her. It wasn’t a date, but the way he looked at her as the cherry blossoms and dandelion seeds flew by and landed on her head made her think he wanted it to be different too.

~Cloud 9~

- Spending time with her just seemed to make him be the most vulnerable he’s ever allowed himself to be, and maybe that was okay, just this once.

~Candy~

- She just can’t help the fact that her nose gets some whipped cream when they eat at her favourite sweets shop at New Mauville, but the amused smile he gives her, saves her from the imminent embarrassment that was sure to come.

~Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy~

- Call Steven Stone cliche all you want, but you can’t deny that he knows his way to treat a woman, just one of the things he picked up from his old man, Joseph Stone.

~Sweet And Low~

- For his suave moments, Steven Stone cannot dance if his life depended on it, but May let’s them dance to the slow rhythm of the food courts music stereos.

~Yellow~

- The stars never looked so beautiful when they go out and stargaze underneath a quaint oak tree on the outskirts of the city. “Beautiful” he says, but she has a feeling he wasn’t talking about the starlit sky when she sees him looking at her with complete and utter devotion.

~Today Was A Fairytale~

- She can’t help but feel lost in his steel blue eyes as she leans ever so closer to him, the same can be said for him when he swims in her ocean blue sapphire eyes. Their lips touch for th first time and the night ends with them in that tree with the sky full of stars as their witness.

~The Real World~

- Reality is such a lovely place, but at this very moment, with her in his arms, he just doesn’t wanna live there anymore.

~Enchanted~

- She was enchanted and wonderstruck to meet him, but she keeps this to herself as she burrows further into his chest when they finally come up for air. Little did she know, he felt the same way too.

~Meteor Shower~

- The stars fall down to earth to greet them after their marvelous night and they welcome them with open arms with May happily dancing as the stars cascade down the night sky, Steven looks on and his heart can’t help but skip a beat when she looks at him with those now warm sapphire eyes set aglow with the shimmering starlight of the night. But he knows the next day that he has to go.

~Some Type of Love~

- He starts packing up for his next leg of his journey but is stopped by May by the door and she convinces him to spend the night together, the next day he almost stays, almost.

~Hanging By A Moment~

- May wakes up to see the spot where Steven laid empty and cold, she’s not surprised, she just knew.

~1 Step Forward 3 Steps Back~

- May moves on with her journey, but her heart always seems to be on a constant backtrack.

~Haunted~

- She gets her badge from Flannery, but she can’t seem to feel the gratifying feeling of the victory when the loss of something hauntingly important keeps a constant reminder of itself in her heart.

~Somebody To You~

- When she leaves Fallarbour triumphantly defeating team Aqua’s shenanigans once again, she has a silent promise to be somebody that can be as insurmountable as Steven Stone.

~Ever Enough~

- When she beats her own father, she can’t help but feel like nothing will ever be enough to fix her fragile glass heart.

~Foolish One~

- She had to stop checking her PokeNav for some sort of message form Steven Stone, but her foolish heart can’t help but check for a call or even a text from the silver haired man.

~Let Her Go~

- Steven Stone was accustomed with the fact that he could get anything he wanted in life. But he knew he could never have her.

~Glimpse Of Us~

- Steven sees a future with her, a future he could never have. But he can’t help but see her in a white dress, walking down the aisle with him waiting at the end, just a word away from being his forever.

~I’m Still Here~

-  No matter how much her heart yearns for him, she knows that she’s still where she needs to be. Little that she knows that across the small span of water from Mauville to the next route, Steven Stone would be unknowingly waiting for her.

~The Story Of Us~

- The fact that he got to see her again and witness a legendary pokemon simply reveal itself to them was another story to tell the posterity, but the silence she gives him seems to be a bit more in the forefront of his mind more than anything, Team Aqua and the Eon Twins be damned.

~Still Into You~

- She hates how her hearts still beats more than the human amount possible when he’s around her. She couldn’t escape the fact that she was 100%, without a shadow of a doubt still into him.

~Beautiful Scars~

- She still looks as beautiful as ever when they finish their tag battle against Team Aqua. Her battle scars are truly what makes her beautiful in his eyes, he makes sure to tell her that as they fly back to where they came from.

~Iris~

- The world could go to the distortion world for all she cared, she just wants to be seen and understood to the one person that seems to understand.

~Just Give Me A Reason~

- She wants, no, begs, no, demands to know why he runs away from her every single time. She expects him to run away again, to her utter surprise, he stays and takes her hand in one of his while the other holds her face and draws her in. His lips are still as soft as she remembers.

~When I Look At You~

- He tells her that when he looks at her, he sees the ocean, the endless blue, mysterious, yet beautiful ocean. He would willingly drown in her for all his life. When he looks at her, he sees a life of adventure, a life he yearns for, a life he feels like he can’t give her. When he looks at her, he sees love for she was the one that captured his elusive heart.

~Ours~

- She takes his hand and says that their love is their own, not for others, not for the world, but as she takes his face with her other hand to look at her properly, she says, “This love is ours.” He kisses her again without pomp and circumstance.

~If My Heart Was A House~

- A compass is always meant to point towards the truest north. A house is meant to house those who have your heart.And now all he knows is that he was meant to love her, for now, for then, forever, and always.

~Love In Slow Motion~

- They make it to Fortree for the night, and this time, he’ll stay. No more living life fast forward and missing out on the things in front of him. Now, he’ll live it in slow motion with her.

~When Emma Falls In Love~

- She has fallen in love, there was no need to explain it further. She truly and honestly has, or that’s what she tells her mother on the phone while Steven’s in the shower the next morning. Caroline tells her that it reminds her of how she fell in love with Norman and May would love nothing more than to have the same love her mother and father have.

~Call It What You Want~

- When they depart from Fortree with May’s badge in hand they arrive in Lilycove and then on to Mossdeep and then to Sootopolis. However, people start talking, they start staring, they start whispering. But May could careless with their careless whispers and by the small squeeze Steven gives her with their intertwined hands, sh e has a feeling he doesn’t care about them too.

~Show Yourself~

- After months of preparation and trainings, May has managed to surmount the insurmountable pokemon league and managed to make it to the champion’s door. She had to call Steven and tell him the good news as she enters the darkened room for the first time. A small ring greets her as she enters and all of the sudden she’s come face to face with the Hoenn champion himself, Steven Stone.

~I Can See You~

- Their battle is full of utter devotion for their pokemon, to themselves, and to each other. They wouldn’t have it any other way. They see each other for what they both are and what they both are to each other.

~Steal The Show~

- Steven Stone has always known the feeling of being the best, being the strongest, being the example never the rule. But for once, he sees his heart fight with her entire being and he knows that he won’t mind if she steals the show.

~Sunflower~

- If Steven Stone could attribute May with any sort of flower, it would be a Sunflower. Beautiful and elegant, but strong and full of beams of sunlight that could never waver even in the darkest of times, even when Team Aqua had one last hurrah after their battle for the champion position.

~Superman~

- She knows he has to help out with overseeing the navigation part of the mission, but she can’t help but admire him in helping her save the world too. She likes to think of him as Superman too, even if he doesn’t see himself as a hero himself, she’ll always remind him that he is.

~A Sky Full Of Stars~

- He will never get over the fact that the most beautiful of sapphires he has come across his life will always pale in comparison to her’s when they lay down in Mossdeep’s many fields in another starlit night that never fails to make her more beautiful than she already was.

~Until I Found You~

- They finally say that love for them was elusive and unreachable until they met each other that fateful day in Granite Cave.

~Love Like You~

- Steven never believed he was capable of being loved by someone as amazing as her, but she keeps surprising him with her unrelenting love for him.

~The One~

- She was the one, he knew it from the first day and he will continue to love her for forever.

~You Are In Love~

- He was the one, she knew it from the first day and she will continue to love him for forever.

~All About Your Heart~

- He’s afraid that he might screw this up, but she reassures him that it will always be about your heart when you love someone, and right now, her heart is his and only his.

~New Year’s Day~

- The new year comes and goes and right now they have each other, for the beginning of the rest of their lives.

~Cornelia Street~

- They choose to settle in Mossdeep permanently, it was close to the League and Steven’s job at the Space Center. There are moments of love, there are moments of tears, there are moments of heart breaks, moments where Steven thinks he may have lost her. But they always found each other in the end, because nothing will come against them.

~The Saltwater Room~

- Her favourite past time is when Steven drags her into the kitchen and they dance in the refrigerator light. His dancing skills are still horrendous, but she would never trade these moments for anything.

~The Only Exception~

- Steven always thought that love would never come for him, but the sight of the sleeping figure next to him on their bed makes him think otherwise now.

~The Night We Met~

- Steven takes her back to Granite Cave for a surprise, a kind of surprise that required that one little box tucked in his pocket.

~You And I Tonight~

- He gets down on one knee on the exact same spot they first laid eyes on each other, he asks her the question that has plagued his mind for some time, she says yes.

~Mine~

- Of all the things that she’s been blessed by, she will always know what was the best thing that’s ever been hers. The ring on her finger is a symbol of that.

~Arms~

- When she finishes league business, nothing compares to her coming home to his arms as they crash down onto the sofa for some much needed snuggles and kisses.

~Long Live~

- From the adventures to their heart breaks, they made it to this moment together, so long live all those precious moments.

~Afterglow~

- They agree that it’s time for their relationship to take the next level and what a night they had. They bask in the afterglow with a searing kiss that encapsulates the hardships and trials they overcame to get to this point, to each other.

~Timeless~

- She just knows that no matter what lifetime, what body, what soul, they would always manage to find each other. For their love transcends all of space and time, Dialga and Palkia be damned.

~Where We Came From~

- On the eve of their wedding, they have to stay in separate rooms, but they can’t help but look at the stars and reminisce the journey they went through.

~Paper Rings~

- Steven Stone has a collection of precious gems, he honestly thought that he would marry someone with one of those gems. But as much as he loves those stones, his love for May surmounts all of that and he’d marry her in paper rings for all he cares, he just wants to be with her and be hers forever.

~Never Stop~

- He will never stop choosing her, he will never get over her, he will never stop loving her.

~Celestial~

- He was the stars to her, he was the moon, he was the entirety of heaven itself.

~Near Or Far~

- Whether he was in some cave in Hoenn or if she was in the League doing business, they know that no matter the distance, their love will always reach one another.

~I See The Light~

- For so long, Steven Stone only saw darkness just like the caves he so frequently traversed in. But the moment he looked into her sapphire eyes, he only saw the light. For him, that was more than enough.

~Daylight~

- For so long, May Maple only saw a singular goal. Win, win, and win. But the moment she looked into his steel blue eyes, she only knew that she finally saw daylight for the very first time. For her, that was more than enough.

[the-heartlines]

rhaegon (sugary sweet) fluff feat. their newborn daughter and aegon having an emotional moment, mesmerized by nyra’s ethereal glow after just giving birth.

[pregnancy, lactation/smut mention] 

aegon had never seen anything more lovely than his queen, after giving birth to their first daughter.

rhaella was the mirror image of nyra, eyes of violet and hair of spun silver. he was hypnotized by nyra’s glowy skin and the loose waves framing her face like some goddess- a goddess he would gladly worship on knees for the rest of his life. her breasts were pale and round, like two full moons- a sweet milky white leaking from her nipples, that made his mouth water. her belly, scarred by pale pink marks, was so soft, like velvet.

aegon never could keep his wandering hands from her swelling belly, or thighs getting thicker. he was a man possessed, by her plump body, the nine moons she was blossoming with their babe- his seed. nyra’s need for aegon’s passionate love-making -for him- grew with every moon, just as her body grew bigger. her thick body, that was the perfect leverage to thrust into-over and over again-until they were both breathless and moaning with pleasure. aegon never lasted long, when she would ride him, seeking her release, her breasts bouncing in sync with her round belly- making him cum harder than he ever had in his life.

they would lie together, both exhausted and exhilarated, intertwining their fingers. aegon loved giving feather-light kisses to nyra’s neck, as she giggled, eyes shining as bright as her smile. he would softly whisper sweet words of comfort letting their babe become familiar with his voice.

his heart would swell every time he felt her kick against his touch- it made nyra cry the first time it happened -and now he could feel tears well in his eyes, looking down at their baby, their first-born. rhaella’s hand was so tiny in his. her little hand curled around his thumb as she suckled her mother’s teat.

nyra looks up at him, love shining in her eyes like a thousand stars. “aegon, my love, she’s perfect.”

“only because she takes after her mother.” nyra laughed and the sound made aegon smile brighter than the sun.

“mmm, that’s not entirely true. she does have her father’s perfect little nose.” nyra reached up to stroke his cheek, touching the tip of his nose lightly. “and…his insatiable appetite for my breast milk.” aegon’s eyes flashed with hunger, glancing down at her breasts. “that maybe true, wife,” he clears his throat. “but can you really blame us? you do taste so very sweet after all.” he brings his hand down to cup the back of rhaella’s head, stroking her hair softly. nyra reaches up to lovingly stroke the back of it.

“thank you, husband,” her eyes shine with admiration, giving the back of his hand a squeeze. “thank you for our precious rhaella.” nyra’s voice is thick with emotion and aegon had never heard more sweeter words uttered from his wife, his love- the mother of his child.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Jealousy Is... Heartbreaking

Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader Word Count : 5.0k TW : yandere!Seo Changbin ; unintentional heartbreak ; low key manipulation but Changbin doesn’t even know he’s doing it ; mention of suicide ; heavy emotions ;

It had been freshman year of highschool when he first saw you, the first day of school where you sat in the back of the classroom, your books already opened although the teacher hadn’t even entered the classroom yet. Your pencil tapped at your chin as you looked whatever it was in your book over with incredibly focused eyes. You caught his attention immediately, and it would have been the best time to go over and talk to you, but his nerves had gotten the better of him and without one word to you, he had taken his seat in the front of the class. 

Sophomore year was promised by him to himself to be different, and he really thought it would be. He had cut out your school picture from the yearbook and hung it up on his wall right beside his bed, absentmindedly talking to it before he fell asleep at night. This year he’d talk to you, he’d get closer to you, he had to. When he saw you, you were carrying an instrument case, holding it in front of your knees as you raced to the front doors to get inside. What instrument did you play? It would have been a perfect conversation starter, he could feel it, this was going to be his year. As he walked through the doors, a sea of other students seemed to swarm him, blocking his way to you, and he could barely keep up with where you went as much as he tried, and soon enough he had lost you. The both of you didn’t share any classes this year which was irritating, but that didn’t mean he’d give up on you. He went to every single one of your concerts, mesmerized by the way you played on stage, the lights shining on you as you acquired every single solo. You deserved it, and he honestly couldn’t be bothered to focus on the other students on the stage. To him, you were the only one up there. 

Junior year rolled around, and he could have sworn he saw you working a job at the fair that was in town during the break from school, his assumption only proven right when he walked up to the ticket counter and was greeted by your bright smile. “I remember you!” Three words that had his heart swelling. He hadn’t said a word to you ever, but you still remembered him. “You were in my freshman class, and you came to all my concerts last year… Thank you.” Oh, if only you knew the reason behind his constant appearances everywhere that you were, although this one was unintentional, it felt like fate to him. Being faced with you though, it had rendered him speechless, what a fool, he merely nodded, returning your smile as he grabbed the tickets that you had handed him. 

When you both returned to school, it was like everything in the universe was trying to push the both of you closer together, fueling his belief that his love for you wasn’t wrong, it was simply meant to be. You were sat beside him in three of his classes, and every single day you’d greet him with a sunshine smile that could clear away the clouds on even the darkest of days. “Changbin!” You waved to him as he walked into the classroom and he quickly sat next to you, and that’s how the initial friendship blossomed, a friendship that he knew would become something more. 

The two of you only grew closer as the school year dragged on, and every time he thought that he’d have the courage to ask you out, to be something more, his nerves got the best of him and he backed out of his own plans. He was growing frustrated with himself, and he knew the longer he waited, the less chance he’d have of being able to keep you, he just needed to get the courage to do it, that’s all he needed… courage. 

Senior year came quickly, the last year that he’d be able to spend with you like this, and he wanted to make it special. Maybe if he asked you out now, the two of you could have one of those high school sweetheart relationships that last a lifetime and more. That’s why he brought in a bouquet of roses on the first day of school, knowing that he’d be sharing the same homeroom class with you, and he knew that it was now or never. He knew that he wanted to spend forever with you, he just needed to make the move. “Y/N!” He called to you as he walked into the class, and that same warm smile welcomed him into the classroom, a smile that had his hands shaking behind his back as he gripped the flowers tighter. “I really… I really like you…” He said quickly, and you returned the sentiment, eyeing him curiously though and this… this was his chance. “Do you want to be… my girlfriend… maybe?” 

The answer was no, he knew before you had even said it, he could read your face. “I’d really like to… I like you a whole lot… But I’m going to university and… we wouldn’t be able to see each other and… I don’t want to hold you back.” You were so sweet, it made him sick that someone like you actually existed. Not sick in the way one would get when they get an illness though, more so like the kind of sickness you’d get if you indulged yourself in too much candy. It made his stomach hurt, but it was worth it because he loved the candy more than anything, and just because it made him ill, it didn’t mean he was going to give it up, he’d just take a little break from it. 

This break lasted way longer than he had hoped it would, and with both of your lives going in separate directions, the break seemed like it would last forever. Maybe that was the way the world worked, that he’d get some tiny taste of happiness on the tip of his tongue, not even the full thing, just enough to fill him with hope before it got snatched away from him entirely. He should just be happy with what he got to have though, the little bit of time that he did get to spend with you, that should be enough, and it was. The two of you barely kept in contact anymore, and he knew that it was because both of you were just so busy with your own lives, but he still couldn’t move on from you and he was sure he never would. 

“Changbin.” The nurse said as he laid on the hospital bed, having twisted his ankle during one of his dance practices. It wasn’t even that bad, but Chan had insisted he go to have it checked, and now here he was laying on the uncomfortable paper covering on an even more uncomfortable bed. “I had a best friend in school named Changbin… He’s an idol now, crazy right?” His eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of the nurses head, she was writing something on her clipboard, she had yet to turn around, but he knew immediately that this nurse was you. 

“Y/N!” He practically cheered your name, and that’s when the little swivel stool turned and revealed to him that it truly was you. Fate had brought you back together, it really had, and this time he wouldn’t let you go. “Oh my god! You’re a doctor now? That’s amazing!” You shook your head, ever so humble as you bowed to him, a faint smile on your lips as you scooted the chair closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Not as amazing as being an idol. I’ve kept up on everything you’ve done, you’re great. I’m proud of you.” There was a silence that filled the room as he stared at you, and he was trying to think of what to say, but the silence had gotten too awkward for you, so you cleared your throat, looking down at his ankle that was slightly swollen. “Does it hurt?” You asked, reaching out to carefully examine him, and he could have sworn that his heart stopped beating when he felt your cold hands on his skin. 

“Not at all…” He whispered, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at you, smiling sheepishly when you looked up at him. “Do you want to get dinner with me next time you’re off? Just meet up? Or we can get coffee or something if that’s easier?” He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide, not again. He wasn’t going to let you slip out of his life like you had before, he was going to keep you beside him in any way possible. 

“Dinner sounds nice…” You murmured, giggling quietly as you dropped your gaze down to the clipboard, tapping the pen against your chin as a shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Your hair curtained your face, but god, you hadn’t changed at all, you were still just as sweet, just as innocent as you were in high school and he wanted to keep you like that, to keep you to himself. “I’ll uh… give you my number… and uhm… we can go out when your ankle feels better. Doctors orders.” 

This was it… He was finally getting what he wanted, he was finally getting you, the only thing he’s wanted since freshman year. Patience really is a virtue, slow and steady really does win the race. He felt like he was on cloud nine now, and he didn’t want to come back down, not now, not ever. 

The both of you had been dating for two years now and he had never been happier. You even moved into his apartment with him which made it so much easier for him to keep you close to him, to keep his eye on you constantly. The problem with his obsession was that he was too scared of scaring you away that he could never fully act on his emotions, so he had patiently waited for the right time where he laid out the offer for you to move in with him. Thankfully, you were more than eager to jump on the opportunity. To you, there was nothing wrong with him, he just loved you a lot, and you found nothing wrong with that either. To other people, they thought that he was overbearing, and he hovered around you too much, and if they ever looked at you a little too long for his liking, he’d give them a look that could kill them on the spot. Of course, you never saw that side of him, you only ever saw the sweet, loving, adoring side of Changbin that made you feel like the only girl in the world, and to him, you were. 

With all relationships, there were bumps in the road, some of them were minor, like the little speed bumps that you knew were coming up in the road, bumps that you could adjust to so that they didn’t hurt anything or anyone. Then there were the bumps that you were unaware of, or better yet, potholes that blended seamlessly in with the rest of the pavement to the point that they were hit head on. You and Changbin have had your fair share of speed bumps, little tiffs and arguments that would usually end in hugs, cuddles, and kisses as you both apologized for acting the way you did, but it had been so long since a speed bump had come up that you were beginning to get worried. There was going to be something, there was always something, and you had this uncomfortable sinking feeling in your stomach that it would be a pothole, you just knew it.  

“Are you staying for breakfast this morning?” You asked, turning away from the stove to watch him rush around to pull on his shoes and his coat, his focused pout turning into a slight smile when he looked up at you. “I’m taking that as a no?” You murmured, turning back towards the stove to continue working on the pancakes you had started, glancing over at the batter that you had made way too much of for just yourself. 

“Save some for me? Your pancakes are good whether they’re freshly made or heated up, I don’t waste.” He strode over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a big, open mouthed kiss on your cheek, not forgetting to make the cringe smooching noise while he did. “The guys said we’re going out to eat tonight, so I probably won’t be back until late. I’m sorry.” 

You nodded along to his words, focusing on the pancakes, making sure they were a perfect golden color on both sides before stacking them on top of one another on the serving plate. “Fridays are for the boys.” You quoted one of his friends' sayings, and you were sure it had been either Bangchan or Jeongin who had said it, although you weren’t quite sure now since it had been so long. “Have fun.” 

Laughing softly, he kissed your cheek one more time before ruffling your hair and walking towards the door. “Make sure you lock up before bed, I have the key, so don’t worry about waiting up to let me in.” He reminded you  as he lingered near the front door. “I love you, sunshine bear.” He cooed, and you whispered a quiet love you back to him, but he probably assumed that you were just too focused on the pancakes and that’s why you were so quiet. 

The truth is that Fridays were for the boys, and that was understandable, you were perfectly okay with it. Saturday and Sunday was for the boys too, and you had made clear that you wanted to spend at least one evening with Changbin since he was your boyfriend. That had only worked for two weeks before he was back to spending his entire weekends with the guys at the dorms. Mondays through Thursdays were spent practicing with the guys, so by the time he got back home during the week he was too tired to even spend any time with you at all.

You were never the type to get jealous, at least you tried not to be, but it was kind of hard to keep the swelling emotions down when you spent almost every single day alone. It didn’t even feel like you were in a relationship with him, it felt more like the two of you were roommates on extremely different schedules, and the few times that you got the chance to be with him, he decided to spend that time with the guys. 

When you both first got together he had devoted his entire life to you, and it’s not like you had asked for that much, but you wished that you were as important to him now as you felt you were in the first year of your relationship. What’s worse is that there was a tour coming up soon which meant that he was going to be gone even more and you couldn’t even say anything about that because it was his job. 

You felt like you were nothing more than a decoration in the apartment that he had asked you to move into with him. Maybe a potted flower that sat in the windowsill, getting just enough attention so that you wouldn’t wither away and die, but that’s all. It was upsetting, but you always tried to contain those feelings because you were sure that he didn’t mean it. It’s not like he purposely tried to make you feel this way, it was unintentional, but that only made you feel worse. 

Did you really mean so little to him that it was easy for him to forget about you, easy for him to just leave you alone? Were you really that forgettable? Did the relationship not mean anything to him now? It felt like he was slowly distancing himself from you, from the apartment, and maybe that meant that he was about to end things. Maybe deep down he felt like it was becoming too much, trying to juggle being an idol, being in a relationship, trying to hide the relationship, keeping you and his fans happy, having to divide his attention between everything and everyone in his life. He was subconsciously pulling away, that’s why he spent so much time with the guys, why he spent such little time with you. It was easier for him to do it this way than to just flat out tell you it wasn’t working. 

That didn’t mean that it was fair though, at least it wasn’t fair to you. Two years of your life you spent with him, and he promised forever, the words always replayed in your head whenever you had moments of doubt, or whenever you found your relationship heading towards a speed bump. “I love you more than anything else in the whole world, hunny. I’ll never let you go, never ever.” Those words had been a source of comfort, a tiny record recording of reassurance, at least that’s what it had been before. Those words didn’t bring you the same happiness they had before, and the recording was becoming warped, overplayed and distorted. He’d never let you go, even if he was giving up, he’d never let on that that’s what was happening. He’d let you stay there, thinking that things were fixable all while he got to enjoy time with the guys and going out without you. 

You wanted to be a lot of things for him, but not this. You didn’t want to be the fool who stuck around, trying to single handedly piece back together everything that was buckling and breaking around you. The foundation of your relationship was falling apart, and you were growing tired of trying to hold it up by yourself, tired of carrying it all on your back while he got to waltz out of the apartment with not a single worry, believing without a doubt that you’d always be there for him to come back to. 

Why should you be that person for him when he couldn’t be it for you? You didn’t ask for much from him, you honestly didn’t ask for anything at all, the only thing you ever wanted was to be loved by him the same way he was loved by you. You gave up so much for him, whenever you wanted to hang out with family, he’d tell you that it would be better to wait for a day when he could go with you. When you wanted to meet up with friends, he told you to invite them over to the apartment on a day when he’d be home. You gave up a lot of your hours at work because he wasn’t keen on the idea of you being away from home for such a long time. You didn’t go shopping, he told you that ordering from home was better, and you could even get groceries delivered. You gave up everything while he still got to live freely, you never told him where he could or couldn’t go, who he could or couldn’t meet up with. It wasn’t right, and now that you were constantly left alone to think about these things, you could finally understand why your friends thought your relationship was nowhere near as perfect as you thought it was. 

You were jealous, the feeling was foreign to you, it made you sick with yourself, but you couldn’t swallow it back. You were jealous of his friends for being able to see him more than you do, jealous of the staff that got to talk to him more in one day than you did in an entire week. It seemed childish, but you hated how pushed aside you felt, how unwanted you felt. If he wanted to end the relationship, it would have hurt a lot less if he just told you straight out instead of stringing you along. You’d have to cut the thread yourself, and you hated that you had come to that realization, the tears already brimming as you thought of how you’d go about it. 

Were you actually going to leave him? No… well, you didn’t want to at least. You wanted the forever that he promised you, but you were ready for everything, ready for the crushing agreement from him that, yes, it was over. Your bags were packed by the front door, lined up beside your shoes as you waited on the couch for him to come home. He had said before he left that he was coming home late, so you weren’t sure when exactly he’d be back, but you didn’t want to fall asleep in the bedroom and wake up beside him in the morning, it would only sway your thoughts, and for this you needed a firm grasp on the reality that you had come to. 

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion by the time he finally walked through the door, and you could barely read out the time on the clock, but you were pretty sure it said 3:40am. “You’re still up, hunny?” He whispered, checking his own watch on his wrist before looking back at you. “Did you wait up for me?” You nodded and you could see that your silent response had him giddy, smiling wide at you as he walked further through the entryway. He didn’t know why you stayed up, not the real reason, but you heard your luggage cases being tipped, falling over like dominoes after he had bumped into them. “What’s this? Are we going on vacation?” He asked, leaning over to pick up the cases, lining them up perfectly before sitting down beside you. 

“No, we’re not…” You said shakily, kneading the cushion of the couch nervously as the devastating concoction of emotions brewed inside you. “We’re not going anyway. I am.” You said flatly, finally turning to look at him, the innocent look of fear in his eyes at your words almost had you backing down. He really must not mean it… but that didn’t mean you should keep being put in the position to be hurt just so he could be happy. 

“Wh-… I don’t understand… Where are you going?” He stumbled over his words, rocking in his spot as his hands moved to reach out to you, to grab hold of you and never let you go, but he retracted, crossing his arms over his chest instead as if your words were already chipping away at him and he was doing his best to hold himself together. “D-Did I do something wrong?” 

You sighed softly, shaking your head as it rolled forward, keeping your eyes shut so that you wouldn’t have to see him. “You didn’t do anything… it’s not what you did… it’s what you’re not doing.” You tried to explain, but his silence was a loud enough voice of his confusion. “I’ve felt it for a while now, I just wanted to believe that it would change… but it hasn’t and it won’t. I thought that it was because you were busy, but… even when you’re not… you’re too busy for me.” You hated having to explain it, to put all of your feelings out in the open like that, mainly because you felt pathetic, you sounded clingy and needy and that wasn’t what you were at all, you simply wanted to be loved. “Maybe you’re too scared to end it… you don’t want the confrontation or the argument that might come along with it… I’m not mad though. I get it… I guess you can say I’m doing you a favor?” 

His head was shaking so fast it looked like his neck would snap, his breaths were coming out raspy and shaken as he grabbed you, his hands gripping your shoulders and making you look at him. “Why do you think that? What’s making you think that?” He pleaded with you for more, more of an explanation, he wanted to know the reason, but you were already crying as he buried your face in your hands, your own body trembling with the sobs that you tried to contain. Your tears had him crying, he hated seeing you upset and he absolutely despised the thought that it could be his fault… but it wasn’t just a thought, it was reality, you had just told him that it was his fault that you were crying, that you were leaving. 

“It’s a lot, Changbin…” He cringed at the name, his name, but it wasn’t his when he was with you. You never referred to him by his full name, not since you had been together. Even during arguments, he was Binnie, he was bunny, he was love, darling, babe, and baby…. But he was never Changbin. “I know you’re not cheating… don’t worry, you’re not that kind of person… but you don’t… you don’t love me anymore… You just love the thought of me being here when you need me, but you don’t want me. You’re never home… there’s no time… there’s no room in your life for me anymore.” 

His arms dropped from your shoulders as he pushed himself up from the couch, pacing the length of the living room floor, beating himself up over the doubts he had given you, the pain he had caused you, making you cry, making you feel like you were any less than the most important person in his whole entire world. “I’m the worst boyfriend… I don’t deserve you.” He whispered, a choked out sob forcefully flying through his poured lips. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you… You’re my everything… I waited so long to have you and I’m stupid. I’m so stupid!” He shouted, his hands yanking at his hair as his steps grew heavier and faster, his breaths ragged, the movement of his chest more pronounced with each breath he took. 

“It’s not your fault…” You murmured, watching him with worried eyes. You had never seen him like this before, it looked like he was having a mental breakdown and you knew that you couldn’t leave him like this. You needed to calm him before you even thought about leaving. “You’re not stupid, you just don’t have time. I get it, and I’m not blaming you… I never wanted to be your everything… I just wanted to be… something.” 

His hands slid down his face, his nails digging into his skin as they did and you quickly jumped off the couch to stop him, grabbing his hands and holding them down at his sides. You didn’t want him to hurt himself, and you were terrified about how far he’d go if you walked out that door. “But you are my everything… I can’t live without you, I don’t want to live without you. The second you step into that hallway… I’m already as good as dead.” He whispered, his cheeks stained with tears and covered with surface scratches that he had caused. “I don’t care about anything else, I don’t care about anyone else, I need you to stay with me.” 

You swallowed thickly, hesitantly releasing his hands to brush away his tears, biting your bottom lip to keep it from jutting out when you felt him lean into your touch, his eyes holding all of his pain, all of his desperation, and his worries. “Binnie…” It wouldn’t be fair to yourself, it really wouldn’t, you couldn’t stay just because he was upset. You were upset too. You needed to put yourself first. 

“Please. Please… I’ll be better, I’ll stay with you whenever you ask me to, I’ll take you out, I’ll spoil you and we can have date nights and cuddle and watch movies together or… whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just… Please don’t leave me.” His pleas were heart wrenching and you could see that all of his words were meant, he was being earnest, and you wanted so badly to believe him, to believe that things would be different from here on out. “I-… I promise… I can’t lose you…” His hands found your hips as he stared deep into your eyes, holding your focus and hoping that his words would change your mind as he pulled you closer to him. “You’ll kill me if you leave…” And you really believed that… that if you left, he would leave permanently. There would be no more Changbin, and you didn’t want to live in a world where he didn’t exist because as much as he hurt you, you knew that he didn’t mean it, but if you walked out of that door, you’d be knowingly killing him, killing the love of your life. 

“I’m not going… you’re not losing me…” You whispered, your forehead resting against his chest, breathing him in, this was the closest you had been to him in god knows how long and you were hopeful… really really hoping that this time would be different. “Do you want to help me unpack?” 

A shaky sigh of relief was inhaled by him as he took a step back, the sadness in his eyes deeply contrasted by the smile that stretched across his lips. “Of course… or maybe… maybe we can keep your bags packed… we can go on a little vacation before I have to go on tour… just the two of us.” His eyes were filled with the hope that you held in your heart, and you didn’t want to let your hopes up, but you were invested in this relationship, as invested in him as he seemed to be in you, and you didn’t want to give up, not just yet. Another chance, another opportunity, and this would be the last… at least that’s what you told yourself. Jealousy is heartbreaking… but you’d get your heart broken a million times over by him because he was your everything, and you couldn’t live without him either. 

taglist : @goodnightlittleme @whatudowhennooneseesyou

[yoongsisbae]

BTS (as holidays)

Because I’m feeling nostalgic

Jungkook is Halloween. A fright followed by sweet laughter and a hug and kiss to raise your heartbeat even higher. Late nights out prowling the darkness, because it’s just you and him while the world is asleep. You happiness can scream, because you’re not scared to show your love for each other under the black of night. He grabs you by the waist walking down a dark alley, pulls you into a spin under the stars, and you screech in a fit of giggles. His lips are as sweet as candy, his touches make you shiver. He kisses all your fears away, smiles devilishly against your mouth. “Boo, I love you.”

Taehyung is New Year’s Eve. The rush of anticipation courses through your veins when he holds you in his arms. His smile is as bright as fireworks, eyes twinkling when he looks down at you. He hugs you tight in the cold night air after drinks, arms running up and down your shoulders in loving gesture to warm you, but his lips work even better at the task. Taehyung’s love feels new every single day, you’ll never get tired of the fire behind his kisses. He bellows out your name followed by, “I love you!” You grab his outstretched arms hurriedly, shushing him, laughing, not really caring about the scene he makes. He’s too mesmerizing, makes you feel special, younger. He holds you tight, moving in a dance and you follow shyly, letting him twirl you. He asks you if you trust him and your lips curve into a smile. 3, 2, 1…

Jimin is Valentine’s Day. You’re enamored, wondering how is there so much love in one man alone? Affection in his smile, his soft voice, his loving eyes, so much love. A fuzzy blanket full of warmth on a February morning, your favorite drink steaming next to you, his body snuggled against your back asking if you're okay. A day in the park, drinking and laughing, fingers woven together, his chin on your shoulder, singing you a soft song in your ear. A night out in fancy clothes, food beautifully presented and tasting so good, his hand on your thigh, his chin tilted towards you, a grin so wide and laughter so sweet. Every day, it’s love.

Namjoon is Chuseok. So thankful you found each other, Namjoon feels like the family you’ve always wanted. He envelopes you in his arms, appreciative for every moment that had to occur to bring you and him together, a serendipitous encounter blooming into a love stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel lucky to have him, on days you sit shoulder to shoulder working on different projects but still enjoying each other’s company, even on gloomy days when the branches of your love grow wilted leaves, his roots are strong enough to keep you grounded. He cherishes you, lays soft kisses upon your knuckles, a devoted man. He takes you to the top of a summit to look out at the coppery landscape, the sight makes you think of your place in the world, how you belong by his side. He kisses your forehead, whispers “Thank you, baby,” and bends down, landing on one knee...

Hoseok is Holi. When you see him, life once dull becomes injected with vividness. Instantaneous, love-at-first-sight, bright smiles, loud laughter, hands unable to keep to themselves, an infatuation with each other that burns white hot fire through your veins. Two very different beings, North and South poles, a magnetic love that has you conjoined at the hip, wanting to spend every waking moment together. You live in a technicolor state of happiness, blossoming emotions that makes you want to cheer and dance. His thumb drags across your skin, a kaleidoscope of sensations erupts as your bodies press together. A love bite, hearts beating in sync, a cheeky smile that colors your world. You’re falling hard already, captivated by everything he does, every touch he gives you. Your feelings are only just blooming, yet, the result, will become the most beautiful sight ever witnessed.

Yoongi is Lunar New Year. He was always there, until he wasn’t, and then you both realized what you needed was in front of you all along, a new beginning to a story, one that speaks not only of friendship, but of love. A new phase, a new chapter, and new shift in feelings. A love letter written, read out loud softly with eyed cast down, giving him courage to say all the things he wanted to tell you for so long. Your heart glows, sparking with each brave confession. Your best friend, your north star, your guiding light, your only regret was not seeing it sooner. You left your answer on his cheek, a red lip print. Tomorrow, everything will be better, now that he knew you loved him too.

Seokjin is Christmas. His presence is all you need, nothing fancy, just pajamas and socks in the kitchen, singing to songs like two carolers, a pair of lovebirds nesting for the winter. Cooking together as a couple, the oven heat warms the household, but it’s his laughter that provides the real warmth, Seokjin’s sweetness could melt the iciest snow. He makes you laugh, moves around you laying a hand on your hip, and you look at him from the corner of your eye and joy fills your heart. He catches your eyes and winks and the thought crosses your mind, “I could marry this man.” He leans over you to watch you chop, guiding your hand expertly, cozy against you. He lets you take the first taste, fixated on your reaction. You light up, cheerful and bright, egging him on to try it too. He doesn’t show his worry, qualms that it…he…might not be good enough, only smirks and raises his brow as if to say, of course it’s perfect, we made it together, and together we are miraculous.

[masterlist|as kisses|as drinks]

[wri0thesley]

Idk why but I'm thinking of Yandere Albedo marking up his darling after doing the deed and he gets so mesmerized by how beautiful his darling is riddled with love bites and everything he wants to paint her as she is at that moment to capture the sight.

i have mentioned several times that i think albedo is an absolute freak and a closet sadist; adores the sounds you make in pain, the way your lip trembles and your eyes fill with tears and the noises that escape from your pretty mouth that make his cock twitch and his breath hitch. he doesn’t experience pain like that - but you . . . oh you’re so real and raw and terribly terribly human, the way your body and mind react to the sensation of pain is so fascinating. and fascinating, too, are those markers it leaves on your skin.

albedo is artificial; he can be ‘repaired’ in a way. but when he uses a belt on you, those welts and colours remain for sometimes weeks, changing and shifting and healing. the bleeding marks from his teeth heal; scab over, new skin repairing the jagged way he’d tore into you. it’s beautiful and interesting and it makes albedo thirst for knowledge; thirst to be able to track your progress.

so one morning, after a particularly rough session, he awakens you in early morning light. makes you shed the thin nightclothes you wear and stand by a window in a shaft of brightness, sketchbook and paints ready, easel before him. he sketches the lines of your body; where your lip is swollen, where blood has dried about cuts, where bruising is beginning to blossom. his breath comes sharp and fast. and the next morning; the same. the same, as he marks out how the bruises are blooming and the new skin is knitting together and the proof of his attentions and punishments shift and change on your skin. at least he is gentle, when it shifts to intimacy, during this time - not wishing to risk the integrity of his art. but when you once again stand before him good as new—

it only takes flipping back through his own work to once more whet his appetite for sadism.

[dearestspirit]

haikus

-> kazuha x gn!reader

-> fluff

-> wc: 1767

-> note: kazuha my beloved <3 set around when kazuha first boards the alcor and becomes part of the crux

it was a rowdy night on the alcor, a new crewmate being welcomed to the crux. despite the crew's overall ruckus, the man has yet to say a single word to anyone on board. so far, he gestured only using his hands. beidou had taken him in as a refugee, citing the situation in inazuma as the cause. news of the sakoku decree had spread faintly outside of the region, as did the vision hunt decree. it wasn't a surprise the newcomer hadn't said a word, for one could only guess what he had been through. whispers circulated quickly throughout the ship upon his arrival, rumoring where he possibly could have come from. questions were asked that likely wouldn't be answered any time soon. even with his silence, he was incredibly helpful around the ship. he cleaned, took care of storage, taking on whatever duty he could. still, not a peep from him. no matter what you questioned him about, there was nothing. he just continued to work until it was time to eat and sleep, retiring to his quarters. until juza simply… asks.

"inazuma boy. what are we supposed to call you if we don't know your name?"

"my name is kaedehara kazuha. as i'm in your debt for taking me in on your ship, you may call me kazuha." his voice is gentle, breathtaking even.

from there, he slowly blossoms into a real shipmate of yours. he tells tales of his travels, opening up about how he had been a wandering samurai, not liking to stay in one place for too long. he tells of his sword, the great mark of pride he always wears. how he sees poetry in all nature– the sixth sense he had been gifted. the signs of storms and earthquakes all nestled into his mind at even just a whisper of the wind. it was beautiful, the way he weaves his stories and haikus effortlessly (despite him claiming to not have much talent at it). to him, even a simple leaf could be used to create. he shows this, whistling into a stray leaf, the tune of music soft and delightful.

he's mesmerizing. it makes you wonder, if he can hear all the secrets of the earth, surely he must hear the way your heart beats at his anecdotes? with kazuha comes a great sense of longing, one that you hadn't known until he came. he gestures with his hands as he tells about true freedom. how without the burden of wealth he could traverse across the whole of inazuma, settling on warm rocks in the sunlight. even more, he spins a story about the playful tricks of bake-danuki he had come across, light shining in his eyes as he recalls them.

more nights pass, and you find yourself awake, staring at the ceiling of your quarters. the ship rocks gently, the sound of waves lapping at wood bringing a sense of peace. regardless, you find yourself restless, stepping out of bed. perhaps the stars could keep you company for the night, you thought. you make your way up to the deck, looking up to see xu liushi up in the crow's nest. shaking your head, you make not to tell beidou of his refusal to sleep– though, she'd likely wonder why you were awake to notice in the first place– and head over to the side of the ship, leaning over the railing. the breeze blows through the air, the scent of seawater tickling your nose. in the sky, the stars shine exceptionally bright, a pleasure to see.

"you're awake quite late, aren't you?" a voice comes from behind you, startling you. "may i inquire why?"

"oh, it's you, kazuha," you feel the panic start to slip away. "i was just having a bit of trouble sleeping. no cause for concern, surely."

"i see," his bandaged hand comes to rest on his chin, seemingly lost in thought. "i must confess that the same has happened to me. shall we keep each other company?"

"i'd really like that." you smile, remembering back when kazuha had trouble opening up to the rest of the crew. he had come a far way from that.

"you know, i don't know too much about you… (name), was it?" he asks.

you nod at the name he calls you. "anything you’d like to know? i'll answer."

"where are you from? you're not from inazuma, yet you don't treat liyue like home whenever we are docked there." he's quite observant, you notice.

"i'm actually from (region)," you look over at him. "however, if i'm being honest, i never quite liked it there too much. i figured the kind of life i wanted was something more like this! on a ship, where i can really see the world and what it has to offer. i got what i needed from (region) and left as soon as i could."

"so you prefer the sense of freedom rather than the sense of home?" kazuha ponders. "is that a correct assumption to make?"

"i suppose so," you shrug. "i never noticed how much i desired independence until you showed up, telling us all your fanciful stories of your travels."

"then it must be fate that i arrived on this ship, no?" he jests, a smile on his face as he bumps his side into yours playfully.

"you joke, kazuha, but i think you're right in a way. you've helped me make some realizations about my life that i hadn't before. one day, when i retire from my work here, i want to see more of the world." you stare up at the stars, feeling a sense of yearning for those days. "you haven't talked much of inazuma. why's that?"

he sighs, hand coming up to hold the rail. "inazuma… makes me feel lonely to think about. i have lost many things to that place, and i wish to maintain my sense of self. i've thought about returning, but for now… this is enough for me." one of his hands goes up to his chest, clutching at the cloth of his haori.

you nod along solemnly. "i'm sorry to hear that," you tentatively place a hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. "though, it's interesting to hear your perspective. i feel similarly. while we may have our pasts to work through, we have the present to bask in as well, don't we? the future is ours to mold into what we desire, not what our countries desire. whatever you may have lost, you have just as much to gain. maybe it won't be long before we find what fate's leading us towards."

"how poetic," he shakes his head, the sober look on his face fading into a pleasant calm. "have you ever written haikus?"

"not any good ones, i'm sure." you laugh, hand falling off his shoulder and back to your side.

"hm," he hums, trying to figure out how to word his next sentence. "would you be interested in going back to my quarters to write some?"

"oh, i shouldn't take up more of your time than i already have," you mumble, eyes wide and face warm. "we should both sleep, shouldn't we?"

"well, that is true that we should sleep…" he looks at me with a mischievous glance. "it doesn't mean we must."

"alright, i'll join you." it doesn't take much to convince you, interested in spending more time with him.

"even mountain's path, bleak and rocky to the eyes, has the heaven's clouds." he speaks out as you count syllables on your fingers. when you confirm, he dips his feather quill in ink and pens it down on paper. "your turn."

"um…" you mutter. "the kiss of maple, breeze on the lips of your love, sticks sweet in your heart?" your shoulders rise, feeling a hint of embarrassment.

he smiles, admiring you as he rests an elbow on the desk, chin in palm. "romantic," he says, once more dipping his quill in ink and writing your haiku down next to his. "i enjoyed it. you did well."

you go back and forth, creating pages upon pages of haikus. you barely notice the time passing, caught up in each other's company. eventually, you lay your head on the desk during a moment of silence, trying to come up with more words to use in your haikus. without realizing, you fall asleep, head in your arms.

the next morning, you awake to beidou hollering. kazuha, red faced next to her, stands unusually slouched and shy.

beidou's laughs roar throughout the ship, pointing at you. "oh man, (name) is in kazuha's quarters," it's as if a riot breaks out, loud footsteps hammering in your ears as the rest of the crew barrels in, still barely awake. "in his bed, even!"

she throws an arm around kazuha's shoulders, pulling him into her side and giving him a noogie on the top of his head. he flounders, trying to push himself out of her grasp. when he successfully does so, he manages to escort everyone else out of the room, walking back to you. groggily, you sit up, rubbing at your eyes as the sleepiness leaves you.

"i apologize deeply for that," he mutters, taking your hands in his. "i didn't mean for them to disturb you. you fell asleep earlier at my desk, and it would've been rude for me to disrupt your rest. so i brought you to my bed and then i happened to fall asleep at my desk… then beidou came barging in, as you're aware."

you laugh, not too worried about things. "that's just how the crew are, kazu," you see him flush a little at the nickname. "we're all a big family here, and that includes teasing each other. besides… it's not like i mind." you bring one of his hands up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

he's shocked, glance lingering on the spot where you kissed his hand. "ah," he mumbles. "we… we must get to our duties," he gets up quickly, going to his desk and aimlessly shuffling around some papers, trying to make himself look busy. "i shall see you later tonight. i enjoyed your company last night, and…"

he hesitates for a moment, steps stuttering as he makes his way back over to you. he cradles your face in his palms, eyes briefly meeting yours as if to ask, 'is this okay?' when you nod, he gently plants a kiss onto your forehead.

"there," he smiles, chuckling a bit. "the kiss of maple, just like your haiku."

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

EVERYTHING TRISLANCE RN

OKAY THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ASS POST CAUSE IMMA GIVE YOU SNEAK PEEKS OF EACH ONE THAT HAS STUFF WRITTEN ALREADY, TOO

First one: [pretty, pretty please]

[He hears a slight creak of the floor and whips around, his heterochromatic eyes meeting bright red ones and he instantly relaxes, sagging in on himself. In the presence of the other boy, he felt ashamed of himself. If Lance had a demon form, he would never lose control the way that I do, Tristan thought to himself glumly as he dropped his eyes down to the floor, gritting his teeth.

"What is with you today?" Lance speaks up sternly. Tristan continues his inspection of the floor, but he hears the slight tunk as Lance closes the door to his bed chambers and the quiet wisps of fabric brushing together as he makes his way towards him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tristan argues weakly, both of them knowing it's a complete lie. Lance reaches for his hand and Tristan flinches away from him. I don't deserve his touch. He should be disgusted by me, just like everyone else.

Lance hesitates then, Tristan can tell. His body goes still, his breath hitches, and he swallows. Tristan still isn't looking at him, but his other senses have learned to pick up on his every move and action just as well as his eyesight by this point. He knows what's coming. He's about to be scolded for his pathetic slip-up. This is the first time they've managed to actually talk right after a loss of his control, so Lance has never gotten to truly lecture him about it before, but Tristan knows that he wants to. He's made that quite clear through snippy comments and stern remarks thrown about in conversation between them whenever the topic allows. Tristan is certain that he knows exactly what Lance is going to say to him, so he's very surprised by the question he hears spoken softly into the room.

"...Are you afraid of me?" Lance asks Tristan. His voice is wobbly and quiet, as if the question itself is enough to make him completely crumble into tiny pieces. Tristan's head shoots up immediately upon processing what Lance was asking him. He thinks I'm afraid of him? Seriously?]

So, about this one!!! Basically Tris has one of his many mental breakdowns and Lance shows up and ends up learning just how badly Tristan sees himself while Tris finds out about some of Lance's own insecurities and it's all a bunch of angst that eventually ends with some fluff. I only plan for it to be like a chapter or two, tbh, just a short lil thing.

Second one: [and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along]

Synopsis: It's your usual trope. Royalty meets commoner and love blossoms between the two. But these boys are a bit different. Not only are they completely different classes, they're different races, too. In this version of Britannia, the Fairy clan doesn't take too kindly to the Goddess Clan and vice versa. But the Prince of Liones has such mesmerizing eyes and that bread thief's sly grin is enough to leave anyone it's aimed at breathless.

[Tristan hurries down the hall and to his room, having only a limited amount of time to get there before the guards come back and see the basket of food he carries with him. It's not like getting caught would be too big of a deal. But getting caught meant he would have to provide an explanation as to why he had the food with him in the first place, and that's what he would get in trouble for. 'Oh, well, you see, mother and father, the reason I was taking this rather large basket of food to my room with me is because I've decided to start giving that very handsome young commoner boy that you captured in the kitchens two weeks ago baskets of food every week so that he'll keep coming back to my balcony and calling me pretty.' Yes, that would certainly go over well. There are so many things wrong with that sentence that just speaking it out loud to anyone would gain him an immediate doctor visit or two.

He bites back a grin as he slips through the doors to his bed chambers quickly, allowing them to fall closed behind him. He sets the basket on his writing desk before walking over to his bed and flopping down on it, the grin finally breaking through despite him trying to prevent it from doing so.]

This little snippet is literally all I have written out for this fic so far, but I plan for this to have at least 6 chapters and I haven't finished planning it out yet, tbh, just that it's gonna be a pretty decent amount of story, lmao. But basically Ban, Elaine, and Lance live like a (mostly) normal family but are pretty poor and Ban tries to stay straight and out of trouble, but Lance doesn't have the same sentiment. HE decides it would be a great idea to try and steal some food directly from the King and Queen (Because Meliodas and Elizabeth don't know Ban or Elaine in this AU, ofc) and he gets caught and thrown behind bars for a few days. But then he gets released and on his way out, he spots Tris looking pretty in the gardens and Tris sees him as well and then there's ✨chemistry✨

But because of Elaine being a fairy, she's extremely distrustful of Elizabeth and Meliodas by association and Ban hates demons, so he hates Meliodas and it's all a whole thing. I plan to have King in the story, too, but I haven't figured out his part of the story yet, or most of the other characters for that matter, lmaoo

Third one: [we're only lost children]

AKAJAKA I'VE TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS ONE BEFORE

THIS IS THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

AND THEN THE TIMELINE IS SWITCHED

SO LANCE DISAPPEARS AT AGE 16 INSTEAD OF 10

AND THEN THERE'S A N G S T

But I'll still give you a lil bit of it so that you have plenty of food to eat up :DDD

[They’re so close now, their bodies almost entirely pressed together. Lancelot leans down and presses his forehead into Tristan’s. From their current position, their chests are pressed together and Tristan can feel Lance's heart beating as fast as his own. Lance brings his hand up from Tristan’s knee and instead presses it to his cheek instead, cradling his face tenderly. Tristan mimics the action with his free hand and the two of them stay just like that for a few long moments. Then, slowly, Lance stands back up, pulling Tristan with him, and they continue their dance. But this time, it's different.

Before, the heat and tension building between them was subtle. Now it was all around them, closing in and getting ready to consume them. Their chase continues, but it's faster. Who's the hunter? Who's the prey? Neither is quite sure yet, all they know is that they must catch the other. Tristan's glad to see that Lance is just as affected as he is. The blonde has wide pupils and it almost seems like he's panting. Tristan knows he's the same way. All he wants to do is pull his lover into a kiss, end this chase, but he doesn't want to give in just yet. The air around them is filled with fire and every step they take just adds another spark to the flame.

Lance can see it in Tristan's eyes. He's right on the verge of giving in, of letting Lance win. The competitive nature in him is filled with glee at the chance to win this unspoken game of theirs. He fills his eyes with all his want, all the desire he has for the boy in front of him, and lets a boyish grin grace his lips. And that's it, right there. He sees the moment Tristan gives in and he knows he's won, exactly as he planned to. He pushes Tristan out for one more spin and then pulls his prince right into him.

"Damn you." Tristan whispers against Lance's lips before pushing all the way against him, and the flames overtake them.

The kiss they share now is unlike any kiss that's been exchanged between them before. They've had plenty of makeout sessions, but none of them held as much heat as this one.]

Aksjslakas I forgot that I planned on putting smut in the first chapter 💀💀 Cause it's supposed to be all sweet and romantic and our two boys being all in love and being connected more than ever before AND THEN BOOM

Lance is gone right after for THREE WHOLE YEARS

Cause I'm evil and love making angst LMAO

So there you go!! I know there's a fourth one but I have literally nothing for it except the title, lmao. BUT I know that the title is a lyric from the song The Only Exception by Paramore, so maybe listening to the song while thinking of Trislance will bring whatever idea I had back 💀💀💀

[sid3chic]

Unspoken Bonds (spencer reid x reader)

Decided to have chatgpt write me some fanfics and i will be putting all of the results here on my page. 

Request: Can you make a 300 word fanfic for spencer reid x reader?

It was a typical day at the BAU when Spencer Reid, the brilliant but socially awkward profiler, found himself captivated by a new member of the team. Y/N, the newest addition to the team, was an expert in forensic anthropology and her intelligence and wit had caught Reid's attention from the moment she had walked through the door.

As the weeks passed, Reid found himself drawn to Y/N's company, seeking her out during their downtime. They bonded over their shared love for books and often found themselves engaging in deep conversations about their favorite authors and obscure facts. Reid was fascinated by Y/N's keen mind and admired her passion for her work.

One day, as they were working late on a case, Reid noticed Y/N looking exhausted and insisted on taking her out for coffee to help her stay awake. Y/N agreed, and they found themselves in a small, cozy café, sipping on hot drinks and talking about their childhood memories. Reid shared stories about his mother's schizophrenia and his struggles growing up as a prodigy, while Y/N spoke about her journey to become a forensic anthropologist.

As they sat in that little café, Reid realized he had developed strong feelings for Y/N. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty, her intellect, and her kind heart. However, his social anxiety held him back from confessing his feelings, and he feared it might ruin their friendship.

But fate had other plans. On a rainy night, as they were driving back from a case, their car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Stranded and drenched, they sought shelter in a deserted cabin. With no choice but to spend the night there, Reid and Y/N found themselves huddled close for warmth, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

As the fire crackled and the rain pattered against the windows, Reid finally found the courage to share his feelings with Y/N. To his surprise, she revealed that she had been harboring similar emotions for him. The tension between them was palpable, and they shared a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had been simmering between them for a long time.

From that moment on, Reid and Y/N became inseparable. Their love blossomed, and they navigated the challenges of their demanding jobs together, finding solace in each other's presence. Their unspoken bond grew stronger, and they found happiness in each other's arms, knowing that they had found something truly special in each other.

In the end, it was their shared love for knowledge and understanding that brought them together, proving that even in the midst of darkness, love can shine bright and conquer all obstacles. Reid and Y/N's love story became one of the BAU's best-kept secrets, and they continued to solve cases and chase down criminals side by side, knowing they had found a rare and precious connection that would last a lifetime.