#wc: 319

[lgchyoseop]

behind a solo

"and i wish us the best"

...

styling for his hairstyle, he’ll have his bangs removed from his face, a rose flower on his right ear, he’ll have some longer earrings on, earrings that goes in a straight line vertically. his eyeshadow will be brown, with silver glitter on his eyebags and around his eyes. he’ll have a darker lip colour on, and he’ll be wearing both contour and highlight. clothing wise, he’ll wear a white shirt with buttons, flowers embroidered onto it and a flower peaking up from a pocket on his left chest. he’ll be wearing birkenstock shoes, and will have a belt formed as a bunny. 

stage there’ll be placed a bench with plushies formed as bunnies onto it which hyoseop will sit on in the beginning. around the scene there’ll be placed fake trees and fake flowers that hyoseop will walk along. there’ll be hanging a swing on one of the trees which hyoseop will momentarily be sitting on. the lighting will for most part be a bright light, except for the first chorus, where the light will be turned off except for a lamppost which hyoseop will be standing next to. at the end the light will be turned down except for a focus light on hyoseop, after a few seconds as the performance has ended, the light will once again be turned on and hyoseop will be sitting along the bunny plushies he sat along with in the beginning. for the second chorus there’ll be falling flower petals from the ceiling and a few actual flowers which hyoseop will be throwing out to the audience.

more hyoseop wishes to give a memorable performance, and wishes to partake in a lot of the performance, as doing his own make up and hair, helping to choose the plushies and such. the performance is another side of hyoseop, who usually does darker concepts, this will be a light change for the male.

[beyuji]

xmas market, 2023 open mic: performing ditto by newjeans

the urge to perform is what propels her forward. a fleeting wish on a lighted tree brings her here; a wish with a bit of hope and a performance that reminds her this is what she wants to do. pretends for a moment she’s not sr media trainee yuji, but normal shin yuji. aspiring performer, musician, star, whatever brings her feet back onto a stage and gives her a space to sing.

staring up at the open mic stage, it doesn’t look as nerve-wracking as it did before. so much time training, it feels almost second nature at this point; an ease to it, like her body and mind has spent the last few months molding itself to do just that. and in a way, if she thinks about it deeper—it has.

there’s not much thought in the song choice— yuji will be the first to admit. she picks something similar to the season— winter hues and tones and a vocal line she finds melodic enough to be catchy. ditto by new jeans is easy enough to her.

stepping up to the mic, perfected smile on her face as she greets the crowd. she shuts her eyes and counts one two three before she reopens them. takes a breath and starts the song.

the melody in the beginning always sounded haunting, one that yuji feels down through her spine.

stay in the middle like you a little, don't want no riddle say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto

it’s a pretty song, and yuji falls into it pretty easily. sings song with the melody with practiced ease— coming from someone who likes to hear this song around this time. let’s her eyes roam across the people observing, expression matching the tone of the song. the acting lessons paid off, she supposes.

by the ending tunes of the song, yujis voice fading out i to the harmony as she lowers her hands from the mic. flashes a smile to the crowd, and leaves with a bow and little flourish.

[party-pri3st]

Pandreo's normally-unshakeable faith feels brittle today. He's been overhearing prayers to Fodlan's Goddess, and he wants so badly to understand, but…no matter how many scriptures he reads, no matter how much he prays, he can't hear Her voice. He only sees the Divine One, wonders if his prayers will even reach them from here. 

He's aware, distantly, that a priest might normally denounce gods that aren't his own. The monastery's priests would certainly frown upon Pandreo's own faith. But for Pandreo, other gods only spark curiosity. He wants his heart to be big enough for all of them, for any who might hear him. He's on his way out of the cathedral, the near-constant buzzing of hymns slowly growing faint. He doesn't think he looks mopey, but perhaps he does. There's not even a destination in mind; the grounds are big enough that he can just walk straight for a while. His vision grows distant, thoughts consumed. 

And then…there's a faint panting and scampering, like a…dog? There are stray dogs all over the monastery, but this one is huge, like the wolves from Solm. He notices the familiar shape of his own scarf in the creature's jaws; its eyes are expectant.

"Aww." Pandreo softens, reaching out cautiously to scritch the back of the wolf's neck. "I didn't even notice this was gone. You're a very good boy for bringing it back." He gently pulls the scarf from its mouth - it's a bit…wet…but that'll teach him to pay more attention to his surroundings.

And he lingers in the moment, running his fingers through the wolf's fur. He thinks about how simple it might be to be a wolf - especially one tamed by the monastery, finding lost items and getting pets. Sounds wonderful right about now.

"I wonder," Pandreo mutters aloud, hoping no one else is within earshot. "You don't hear her either, do you? We probably have that in common."

man of dog

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[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

Would you believe me if I said that I went into this expecting/trying to draw a cat?

[beseojun]

seojun attends a fansign

this was a dream come true and seojun kept pinching himself multiple times as he looked toward all the fans that had come to see them. he never would have imagined himself in this scenario ever but here he was with his best friends and the other members who he considered friends as well.

seeing his name on signs and his face on pickets made him smile a ton. it made it much more real than ever. people actually like him and the group he’s apart of. if he wasn’t in front of cameras and fans, he would start crying right now. little seojun would have been so happy for him and he’s glad he’s making this dream come true.

he makes sure to talk to each fan and listen to what they have to say. he even give them finger hearts as well which they give him in return. he makes sure to pose for any photos that the fansites want and some for the fans. thought the gifts that fans want to give him just makes him so happy. he never saw so many stuffed animals and he wants to keep them all to put in his dorm room.

though a few fans have questions and he easily answers them, knowing they want more information about him. one of them makes him flush a bit. a fan asks him about which member is his ideal type. if anyone knew or even heard him talk, they’d know his answer right away. it’s not like he hides how he looks at the other at all even when there are cameras on them. “haneul of course. we can keep that a secret between us though.” he mused, a smile on his lips. the fan agreed before he got to meet the next one.

this was fun and he couldn’t wait to meet more of their fans at the next fansign.

[lgcyerim]

ꫂ❁ LGCMEMORY / FEBRUARY '22

«Yerim!»

The voice of her coach was firm and rough in her tone when she spoke, maybe it was because of the 5th time she missed a note that she really shouldn’t have missed. Yerim wrinkled her nose, upset at herself for missing the note… it shouldn’t be that difficult but for her, she’d never taken a singular singing lesson in her life. Only places she’s sung would have been in karaoke or in the shower, and that was for her ears only most of the time.

“ We’ve run out of time for today, ” exasperation was in the tone, it was undeniable, and Yerim couldn’t blame them and then she was instructed on where to improve. What to focus on until their next lesson, “ proper vocal warm ups, humming and lip trills so you can actually sing without ruining your voice. ”

Yerim nodded, she wanted to take notes of the things that were being said but she didn’t have anything to take notes on, so she’d have the rely on her memory – Yerim sharpened her senses to listen properly, “ warm up each time, and then make sure you practice every day. Also, your articulation and diction, put a pen in your mouth like this… ” Yerim watched as the coach demonstrated, “ drink plenty of water, not cold but a little bit luke warm and no yelling. Not that you yell at people now… ”

The coach left a firm pat on her shoulder before exiting the room, and Yerim sat down in the chair again staring at the ceiling for a moment and she wondered if she had made the right choice to focus on singing. Yerim know practicing the basics is important, but she couldn’t help but feel urgency to catch up and improve.

“ Do things in your own pace, ” she told herself, exhaling softly before nodding firmly and determinedly.

[beyuwol]

LAST MEANINGFUL CONVERSATION !

it's the night of the next gen finale, and he knows what's expecting him back home. it was set in stone the moment yuwol came back with nothing but failure in his hands to present to his parents. despite that, he still flinches when he hears the ringtone of his own phone, not knowing what to expect. it's not like he can run away forever though, so he doesn't, peering over to see who's calling.

oh, it's one of the ahjummas. that's nice, that's easier to handle—so he answers the call, even though he knows exactly where this conversation will go.

"hi, ahjumma," yuwol greets with weakly.

"yuwol..." her voice is kind, caring. a direct contrast to the stern and cold voice he'll be hearing to the moment he returns home. "first of all, congratulations," she says, he supposes in an attempt to cheer him up. yuwol fakes out a laugh, but that's faltering too. it seems he'd gotten rusty in his habit of hiding how he really feels, being the good son that his parents want him to be. maybe it's wearing him thin.

"thank you, but... it's okay, you don't have to. i didn't make it." and that's the truth—he didn't, and that's easy to accept. it wasn't a life cut out for him, perhaps.

"i'm sorry," she replies, followed by a sniffle. "you deserve better than this, yuwol... you do," she pauses, unable to continue her sentence. "your parents... want you to come home this weekend. they asked me... to request that you pack your things, at least for a week."

he doesn't have much to say. what else can he say? "okay." it won't just be for a week, though. he know that much.

"for the record, i still think... you can make it, dear."

yuwol doesn't know if he believes in that, if he believes in himself. "thank you, ahjumma. i'll see you soon."

[crimsonpaved]

Cont. from [Here]

HOW INTERESTING, no mention of Azama further than the position and yet a reaction such as this is evoked, clearly the man's usual caustic aloofness has opened the way for more troubles than strictly necessary. Best to alleviate any concerns before the past can make an ugly reappearance in the last place he wishes for it to happen. So instead, he lets a laugh fall from his lips to distract from the present line of thought, Hubert has been to the so-called Noble Court before, well aware of how to stare conversations as needed.

"Ah, nothing of the sort, just a prior dealing and a rather striking similarity." Verbal handwaving, slipping into the mask of the casual noble so easily it's almost second nature for him to do so. Instead, he allows his attention to extend back into the crowd, looking for and subsequently spotting somewhere far less crowded than where they currently stood.

He spots the glint of wicked humour that fleets across her gaze after she speaks, contemplating her words and wondering if gossip of the court would make that man kneel over in shock. He can't help to chuckle at the thought, as if seriously contemplating allowing it to get back to the monastery just to jab at the man that'd left him battered and bruised during the Battle of Eagle and Lion. "I fear to allow that would invite little more than rumours that the vultures waiting in the wings would use like barbs, however, asking their name for me should be more than enough to leave them grovelling at the Lady's feet."

Well, he made the offer, it's only fair that he keeps to it, the glass of water is placed back onto the nearby table before turning to the woman before him, offering the arm from which the obsidian bracelet loosely hangs. "It would be my humblest pleasure to escort the lady inside."

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[xianji]

you never called | kuroo x reader

wc: 319

you don’t expect to see him again.

not here, not now. not when your coffee is burning your fingers through a cheap paper cup and your chest is already tight from cramming too late the night before.

but there he is.

leaning against the wall outside the library like it’s still high school, like he doesn’t know exactly what seeing him like this would do to you.

same messy hair. same stupid smirk that fades the second your eyes meet.

“hey,” he says, quiet.

you blink, heart thudding. “tetsurou.”

he flinches. you used to call him tetsu. back when your hoodie smelled like his cologne and he kissed you between classes like you were something soft to hold. not something easy to leave.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, voice flat.

he shrugs. “came to see a friend. didn’t know you were still here.”

you laugh once, bitter. “funny. you didn’t know a lot of things, apparently.”

he looks at the ground, jaw tight. “i wanted to call.”

you bite your lip. “but you didn’t.”

“i didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

“you left. kuroo. you just… left. and you think i would’ve wanted you to what, text me like nothing happened?”

he looks at you like he’s been swallowing words for months. maybe he has.

“i think about you. every day,” he says, eyes sharp now, voice low. “you think i don’t regret it? walking away when you needed me to stay?”

silence.

and then you say, “you didn’t just walk away. you made me feel like i was the problem.”

his face breaks. just a little.

and you wish you didn’t still love him.

i think this is my first time writing angst …… guys did i do well i don’t think i did

[sillyhanako]

␥ ﹒ EVERYWHERE I GO I KEEP HER PICTURE IN MY WALLET LIKE 🌊 ✼ . ⁺ 

﹒꒦꒷ headcanons﹔okarun x alien!reader

﹒꒦꒷ contains﹔airhead reader, the term gf used once, tooth rotting fluff, can be read as gn or fem reader, healthy relationship, turbo!okarun.

୧﹒wc﹕319

꒱﹒a/n﹒୨୧ : Inspired by alien!reader ffs/rambles on wattpad and tumblr, dandadan manga is soo good im on chapter 121 and its straight up flame 🔥 this was very fun to make! notes and reblogs are appreciated :)

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alien!reader who is openly affectionate, showering him with hugs, hand-holding, and sweet kisses.

alien!reader who pops out of a bush, surprising Okarun. They hand him a couple of flowers while being covered by leaves and branches, smiling sweetly at him.

alien!reader who rambles to Okarun in their alien language. They know Okarun can't understand them, but they feel like declaring their love in just one language isn't enough!

alien!reader who loves being interviewed by Okarun, as it makes them feel truly appreciated! They, of course, provide lengthy answers to ensure no detail is left behind. They aim to satisfy his curiosity to the fullest!

alien!reader who loves Okarun's newfound circle of friends! They're all very unique in their own ways, especially the athletic guy! He matches their energy perfectly. Some would even say they're perfect for each other, but they prefer a certain cute awkward boy ♡

alien!reader who is the most random person ever.

they think turbo granny in her little cat figure is super cute, they love having her in their backpack.

fixes Okarun's hair strands after whatever fight he took part in, even though they think they're super cute. ♡

who changes their shape and attitude to whatever they feel like that day, whether it be a 4'11 little menace or a 7'4 nonchalant dreadhead that can't fit through Seiko's doors.

alien!reader who loves turbo okarun! they actually just love him unconditionally but seeing his different attitude is a nice change that they can get used to. and with this package comes turbo!okarun calling reader his babe and free piggy backrides! while being chased down by 6 aliens

alien!reader and Okarun are the epitome of strong gf x nerdy bf. They are the dominant one in this relationship, and Okarun isn't complaining, not when you hold him in a bridal style and lean down for a quick peck, leaving him grinning like a fool.

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[sweetimpurity]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ day 15!! short one because my adhd is going haywire tonight ugh wc: 319 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

“No, don’t leave!” You whine softly, wrapping your hand back to his thigh to prevent him from leaving your heat. Spooned by him in bed, having just come down from the most toe curling climax of your life. The moon peeking in through the curtains over the bed. You’ve been at it for hours, flushed and dripping with his essence, your body sheened in a cool sweat. You’re sleepy and a little achy but the thought of him pulling out right now just makes you feel so empty. Makes you feel far from him. 

“I’m not leaving, baby, I’m right here…” He hums, panting slightly from the night's activities, leaving kisses over the curve of your shoulder and into your neck. He scoots closer, pressing up against your back, his arm snaking around your waist, fingers splaying out on your soft tummy and pressing himself back in, deeper into your pussy to stay there. “Mmm!... mmm….” You hum, breathing out in relief and feeling so full of him once more. Your fingers digging into his thigh behind you. A satisfied sort of fluttering in your belly at the sensation. It just feels natural to be molded to him, like you were made for him, made to take him deep. 

“That what you wanted, sweet girl?” He huffs, a smile on his lips, watching your reaction on the side of your face. His cock fully sheathed inside you again. It’s so warm and slick and cozy. Like home. You nod with a sleepy, happy smile on your lips. And he nuzzles into your neck, then against your cheek, leaving little kisses so feathery soft. “Goodnight, baby…” He whispers. Happy to keep you satisfied. Happy to fill you up and be as close as humanly possible. His arms wrapping around you in a safe and secure embrace. Your bodies one as you both drift off into peaceful slumber… 

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[lgchyoseop]

my suspicions

"i'll share with myself what i think"

...

this was not a situation cha would’ve liked to end up in, fleeing from one disaster to another. he’d attempted to distract his mind, by looking out the window and taking in everything that was going on outside, looking at the birds, the trees, the water they passed by. it was a hard task he was attempting, to somehow forget what he had run away from, and though what happened now was a great distraction, it also wasn’t exactly what he wished to be distracted by. a murder, and somehow he was a potential suspect along five other people.

he goes over in his mind what he knows, the victim is han kangjun and there’s a briefcase missing. he attempts looking around for any simple clue there might be, knowing if he doesn’t try to think about this murder his mind might just start thinking about the failed wedding again. so, what is there to notice? there’s the missing briefcase, the torn business card, the spilled wine glass, footprints and an open window, and, shit. a ring. cha places his foot on it, drags it across the floor until it’s close enough for him to pick it up and put it in his pocket, and great, now his mind is back on the failed wedding. 

he looks around again, anything to distract himself, is there anything else to notice? he looks at the light, looks normal, looks outside the window, looks normal, looks around at the five other people, and they all look… normal. you’d think after a murder people would be panicking more, yet here they are attempting to figure out the murder themselves. truthfully it could be anyone here, but cha feels like it’s more likely it’s not porter carter, he might attempt to speak to the other later, he’d feel most comfortable sharing his thoughts with the person he thinks is least likely to do it.

[grimm-writings]

pathetic

…ft! dan heng, topaz, argenti, seele x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, pining, reader is oblivious as HELL!!!, seele’s slightly suggestive

…wc! 210 ; 319 ; 258 ; 305 = 1092

…notes! pathetic crushing… i cannot and will not ever stop vouching for pathetic pining in this house !!!!!!!

Dan Heng is painfully aware of how he looks right now.  If it wasn’t March giving him the biggest shit-eating grin, it was Himeko trying hard to look polite as she hides her giggles, or even Mr Yang pretending he isn’t paying attention.

You.  You really haven’t the slightest clue what you’re doing to him.

Every time you visit him in the Express’s archives, Dan Heng would light up.  He wouldn’t do that for any such person usually.  His excuse is that you bring him snacks.  You would never complain, saying that you’d take this Dan Heng over the one with a poker face and sarcastic bites, even if he is just as cute.

How can you say that so casually?

One particular visit, he couldn’t take your sweet words any longer.  His hand envelops yours before you could turn away from him.  The way you look back at Dan Heng makes his heart swell in ways he couldn’t comprehend.

He couldn’t get the words out.

His grip loosens and he lets you go, albeit with confusion on your face.

The door closes with a quiet goodbye, and Dan Heng throws his head back in frustration, staring at the decorated ceiling above him.

How can he go on like this...?

Topaz is not the kind of person to sit idly by waiting for something to happen.  She knows what she wants, and what she wants takes the shape of you.

You’re just so adorable!  Really, the way you act so clueless whenever you flirt with her is just so endearing!  How could she not melt?

…Well, it used to be easy.  Flirting, complimenting you, relishing in how you react; she even asked you out to dinner, and took you to the nicest place possible!  …But you’re still so shocked every time.  You still didn’t pick up on any of her advances.

For once, Topaz is at a complete loss.  What is she to do?  Grab you by the shoulders and shake you around telling you that she’s completely enamoured with everything about you, and though that includes your cluelessness, she can’t take much of it anymore?

She could nearly keel over.  Complete overkill.  She needs to be smart about this; clear, but also suave and mature.  Yeah, she can do this!

That’s how you find Numby making their way up to you, and there they drop a card in front of your feet.  They curiously look up at you as you read, although you could sense another pair of eyes watching you closely.

‘You’re cute!  Go out with me!  Love, Topaz!’

Topaz could nearly explode from joy watching your face heat up.  Finally.  Finally!  You get it now, don’t you?!

Her heart steps as you throw the card away and lean down and pet Numby.  “Oh, Numby.  Someone must have put you up to this for a prank, huh?  You should find your way back to Topaz!”

Said companion of the Warp Trotter has already fallen to her knees with her face in her hands.  You’re more work than she bargained for… but she’ll be struck down by an Aeon before she gives up on you!  Just watch her!

Argenti doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Truly, he’s making all the right moves.  He’s following examples from stories and myths, step by step.  It’s not his fault that they always end up going wrong somehow.  Maybe it’s just harsh luck…

He’s on one knee, taking your hand in his own.  Like you are royalty, he kisses the back of it, and looks up at you.

“Thank you for saving me!”  You beam, and Argenti’s brain freezes.

That’s how it all goes wrong, every single time.

He’s hopeless, how the knight of beauty stands up, turns around, and immediately feels his knees buckle and he’s down on the ground again.  Maybe he’ll stay like this for a few minutes when he finishes crying.

He feels you kneel at his side, and prod against his armour.  “Argenti…?” your sweet, sweet voice calls out to him quietly.

“Worry not.  I am simply fighting the dirt in your honour.  Keeping the worms off of you.”

You pause.  He wouldn’t dislike being buried here like this.  Then he hears your confused laughter.  “Alright then!  Thank you very much, sir knight!”

You pet his hair and stand up again, making your way back to a safe zone.

Yes, Argenti thinks, I will stay here and fend off the insects for you, my dear.  And that is the only reason why I can’t move…

He certainly refuses to believe it’s your patience and kindness.  How silly would it be for a knight of beauty to become so immobilised by it!  How silly indeed…

Seele encourages you to stand up again.  A simple sparring doesn’t do too much harm every now and again.  She isn’t Luka; she won’t beg you for a match, but practice is good, and practice is better if it’s with a friend.

Haha.  Keep telling yourself that, Seele. 

Is it obvious yet she really wants you to just defeat her already?  She knows you have it in you.  Yeah, you’re more on the air-headed side, but you’re a reliable teammate!  Maybe it’s the fact you refuse to actually hurt her…

You apologise again when you’re back on your feet.  She doesn’t want any apologies, dang you!  Can’t you see she’s just desperate to get you to at least brush your knuckles against hers as her scythe comes in conflict with your blade?!

…So that does it.  In her mental ramblings, you manage to get her on the ground beneath you.  Your thighs cage her under you as you push her down.  Aeons, your smile is so wide.

“I got you!” you exclaim.

Seele can’t help the small laugh that escapes her.  She hopes that her face is only red to you because of your fighting.  You’re so close to her face.  You could just kiss her right now…

“Yep, you really did!” is what comes out, shakier than she would have liked.  How did you get her so weak?  You’re not even making a big deal over straddling her like this…

You shimmy off her eventually, offering your hand out.  “Time for lunch?”

Seele doesn’t move for a few seconds, before letting you pick her up.  If not a kiss, she can at least get some quality time.  The way you smile at her is enough for her.

…How you pushed her down will definitely haunt her dreams for the next week or so, though.

[eternallyhyucks]

sungchan as a down bad college bf

— no warnings, fluff, wc: 319 , req by anon :)

— i was listening to heavy by the marías while writing this and this song is so sungchan

𖤐 ྀ

would definitely text you about random things that happen to him throughout the day like you’re his notes app

“i saw a frog today”

“someone just tripped up the stairs”

“forgot my keys at home”

100% would go to your classes with you if he was free

“can i come today too?”

“not today, have an exam😓”

“i’ll take it for you🤗”

physical touch!

i definitely see him as the type to love holding hands and just keeping you close in general☹️

buys matching keychains bc everyone needs to know how cute and cool you guys are

so many study dates

he probably ends up getting distracted by staring at you half the time, but he cant help it if you’re so beautiful all the time

you’d def have to scold him a couple (a lot) of times before he actually does his own work

if you work an on campus job, he would visit all the time and fight the urge to apply just to be able to work with you LOL

late night walks <3!

would show up to your dorm or apartment at like 12am and say “let’s go” with zero context

i feel like he’d be a popular campus crush, but he makes sure it doesn’t bother you at because he only has eyes for you :D

definitely the type to be late to class and still find a way to see you before it

vlogs his walks to class even if you’ll see him an hour or two later (and makes you do the same)

during the weeks where both of you are busy, he would facetime and text you as much as he can, sending small encouraging words throughout the day to help both of you get through tougher days

down bad sungchan, the man you are😭

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[rosestarkill]

taxi · @rosekillermicrofic · rosekiller · wc: 319

New Year's Eve had been celebrated in style. They had eaten and drank too much, danced and sung until their legs and throats had begged them to rest, and kissed to the beat of The Psychedelic Furs as a silent, unspoken promise that they would have each other for another year, just as they had since they had started dating three years ago.

Now, Evan was stroking his hand in the back seats of the taxi driving them home. They weren't talking, neither was the driver —but it was all right. Barty was drunk with love. He stared adoringly at Evan as he caressed him back, meanwhile the boy's eyes were fixed on the car window and the people walking by in the early morning hours of January 1st: elderly people taking their dogs for walks, men lending their coats to their cold girlfriends, women carrying their shoes in their hands and laughing with each other while some complained about having to walk in such cold weather.

When Evan’s eyes found Barty, he smiled and fiddled with his fingers until his attention landed on his ring finger.

“Barty.”

Oh, no.

No way was he going to let Evan beat him to it.

“Marry me, Evan.”

Evan snorted.

“I wasn't going to propose.”

“The hell you weren't.”

Evan grinned from ear to ear and looked straight ahead, still squeezing Barty's hand gently. When he spoke again, his tone was soft.

“I got the ring, you know.”

“Me too.”

Barty’s heartbeat quickened the moment he heard Evan’s laughter, much as it had the first time he had heard it.

“Fucking liar.”

Barty smirked and pulled him closer by the grip on his hand so that their faces were within inches from each other.

“Bartemious Rosier.”

He immediately noticed Evan held his breath.

“Fuck, love.”

He pressed their lips together in a deep kiss and the taxi driver turned on the radio. He had had enough.

[vinylfoxbooks]

September 14 - Metal | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 319

“You have just as much metal in your face as my brother.” Regulus says in lieu of greeting.

James turns to look up at him with a grin on his face, “Hello to you too, Regulus. Doesn’t it look good?” They ask, gesturing to the new eyebrow piercing they got the previous day. 

“Good is subjective, I can’t imagine having that many piercings is that good for you.”

“You should know by now that I’m here to have a good time, not a long time.” They furrow their brow contemplatively, “Maybe one day I’ll finally convince you to get a piercing.”

“I’d rather not.” 

“You already have tattoos, why not piercings?”

“Because my tattoos are easily hidden by my clothing, it is much harder to hide a garrish metal ring sticking through my face.”

James shrugs, “Oh come on, I think you’d look good with a belly button ring.”

“Would I?”

“Got ya interested?”

Regulus shrugs, “You’d be the only person allowed to see it.” 

“Just like with the JFP tattoo you got on your hip?” 

“My brother still doesn’t know about it.”

James grins wolfishly, “It could be our little secret, just like the tattoo. I’ll take you to get it and hold your hand the entire time.”

“I don’t know if I’d take you, you have a weird obsession with my waist and hips, I think you’d be driven mad watching someone else touch ‘what’s yours’ long enough to pierce me.”

“I have self constraint.” 

“I’m sure that you do.” Regulus grins, reaching up and brushing his thumb just by the new piercing, making sure to not actually touch it and be light with his touch around the sensitive area, “Do I need to pick up more saline solution for you?”

James shakes his head, “I’m good for now.”

“It looks… attractive, James.” Regulus hums, “I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, he walks away from James.