#wc: 475

[haeminlgc]

character development questions

Five years. It had been five years since he had joined the company as a trainee and Haemin could honestly that he wasn't the same person now as he was then. Not that he really expected to be, five years was a long time, and he'd met so many people and experienced many new things that had shaped him into who he was currently.

Which do you find more appealing: to be loved, to be admired, or to be feared?

"To be admired," he replied with a slight tilt of his head, "since love can sometimes grow from admiration it's kind of a two for one deal." Haemin chuckled as he continued to elaborate on his reasoning. "I do classify myself as a romantic and would love to be loved but I think admiration wins out by a hairsbreadth. If I am admired then perhaps I am also inspiring and if I am inspiring than perhaps I can help someone realise a dream or some type of goal in life. Or maybe I'm just a source of comfort during hard times."

When you want to do something, do you dream about it or do you take action?

"If you had asked me this a few years ago I would have chosen the former but now I think I can say the latter. While I am still relatively new to the acting scene and not that well known I am come to realise that one must be proactive in securing roles whether that's through studying extra material or taking additional classes to excell in certain things or through networking and dogged auditioning. The world doesn't owe you anything and it is very rare that an amazing opportunity will drop straight into your lap with no work whatsoever."

When someone wrongs you, do you respond with revenge or forgiveness?

"Ah, I am not really one to go out and seek revenge. It's not my style. I do tend to tread the path of forgiveness more often than not, my friends can attest, but that doesn't mean that I forget. Even if I forgive someone for a transgression, I have learnt to draw a boundary so that it doesn't happen again. I may be quiet and kind but I am not a doormat."

What is at the top of your professional bucket list?

"At the very top of my list is to be cast in a romance drama, whether it be a lead role or in a supporting one, and being able to sing one of the songs on the OST. Or maybe not even a romance, but I would love to be able to showcase that side of me. I think it could show my versatility as well as be a type of thank you gift to my fans who have stood by me during my career."

[beyeseul]

DREAMWAVE AUDITION/ROUND 2

yeseul is panicking, she hasn’t felt this much panic in a while now. she genuinely did not believe or held onto the fragment of hope that she would pass. were they being desperate, actually? she can’t even dance!

but alas, she’s here now, standing in front of the judges while holding onto the standing microphone. the nervousness is prominent on her face, she wears her heart on her sleeve. it’s too easy to guess what she’s feeling at any moment. yeseul takes a deep breath and briefly introduces herself—badly. she’s stuttering more than usual, and quite honestly, she wants to run out of this room.

she tries to compose herself, thinking of her friends, her seniors. how much support they were giving her, their reassurance and all. yeseul could let herself down, but she can’t let them down can she?

sixty seconds. it’s not a lot of time, but yeseul makes do with it. she’s spent over a week arranging multiple songs and practicing until she’s found the supposedly perfect one that showcases most of her vocal abilities. in the end, she settles for bocca della verità.

it’s a song filled with childish anger that plays with vocal pitches, depths, and has growls in it. she is careful with how she sings it, not letting it sound strained but seamless. yeseul also recorded the back vocals herself, the childish laughters, and tunes it slightly ‘inhuman’ true to its original theme, but makes sure it still flows with her raw vocals nicely. the entire time, even though anxiety is still permeating her expressions, she feels the music. if the lyrics are filled with anger, her facial expressions matches it. ‘i-i-i hate you, w-w-w-w-what is wrong?’ are one of the lines, to no one but her childish self in the mirror that she doesn’t wants to unravel.

yeseul’s skillsets doesn’t lies in dance of any form, but she makes sure that she isn’t stiff. she sways a little to the rhythm of the music and utilises her hands to aid in expressions—she’s always been expressive with her hands, so it wasn’t as bad as she thought even though they’re trembling. at the end of the day, this isn’t just about singing, it’s a performance. strangely, she thought she’d be more anxious if she made eye contact with the judges. but it wasn’t as bad as it actually is. singing… does gives her confidence, after all.

even if it’s hopeless and childish, yeseul has poured her soul into it. whether it’s conveyed to the five judges in the room is one thing, but she hopes, prays, that they enjoyed these sixty seconds. that’s all that matters to her, as long as she can place a smile on their face with her music and singing. it’s okay if she doesn’t gets in, really.

“…t-thank you for… listening to me.”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Baby Daddy || Jacob Elordi x reader

Summary: Jacob being a protective dad 😌

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 475

A/n: can we just agree that Jacob holding a small baby in his HUGE arms would be the cutest and hottest thing ever 😃😭 I need to see this irl. Posting a Coryo fic later today!!! Also really need to do a Jacob Elordi masterlist lol, will do later today!

Emerging from the grocery store, you held bags in both hands while Jacob effortlessly juggled your one-year-old daughter in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other.

The California sun casts a warm glow as you make your way to the car, Jacob holding your precious daughter, Sydney, in his strong arms. His large frame makes her appear even tinier as he cradles her close.

As you approach the car, Jacob’s keen eyes spot a group of paparazzi in the distance. He instinctively shields Sydney’s face, a protective gesture you’ve both mastered in these public moments.

Jacob glances at you, concern in your eyes, “We should be fine, they’re far away anyways,” Jacob assures you as you unlock the car.

As Jacob secures Sydney in the car seat, you glance over at the paparazzi. Some of them notice Jacob’s protective actions and start snapping pictures even more eagerly.

You could feel their invasive gaze, but your focus remained on Sydney, shielding her from the intrusive lenses from the front seat of the car.

As Jacob buckled up your daughter, he could sense you were uncomfortable, glancing at the paparazzi from time to time. He knew how much it meant to you to keep Sydney’s upbringing away from cameras as much as possible.

“I’m going to go talk to them,” Jacob says as you look at him with surprise. “Are you sure?” You lightly bite your lip as he nods, “Yeah, I’ll be quick,” Is all he says before he shuts the door.

You watch as Jacob makes his way to the group of paparazzi. You couldn’t hear what was being said of course but they seemed understanding about what Jacob was saying to them.

Jacob approached the group with a calm but firm demeanour. “Hey guys, I’m not sure if you’re aware but Y/n and I want to keep our daughter away from the public eyes as much as possible. And I know this is your job but could you please make sure to blur out Sydney’s face in the photos you’ve taken?”

One of the paparazzi’s, seemingly more considerate than the rest, responded, “Sure thing, Jacob. I don’t think we managed to photograph your daughter’s face,” He and the others all take a look through the photo’s they’ve taken whilst showing Jacob.

“But if we find one, we’ll make sure her face is blurred. No problem.” The man says as Jacob nods. “I appreciate it. Have a good day guys.”

As Jacob walked back to the car, you exchanged a relieved glance. As he climbs into the car, you felt a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion from the constant vigilance required to protect your family’s privacy.

You intertwine your hands with Jacob’s, expressing your gratitude, “Thank you for handling that.” A grateful smile adorns your face as he grins, bringing your intertwined hands close to his face and gently kissing your hand.

“Of course, I don’t need to think twice about doing something like that to protect Sydney,” Jacob affirms. He adjusts the rearview mirror, stealing a glance at Sydney in her car seat. Her curious eyes are fixed on the window, captivated by the passing palm trees.

Later that day, you were sent a tweet from Jacob’s sister. It’s from one of the paparazzi who interacted with Jacob earlier. The post details the encounter and emphasises Jacob’s kindness in handling the situation.

The tweet read, “Just had a run-in with Jacob Elordi, and gotta say, he’s one of the nicest celebs I’ve encountered. Asked us to blur out his daughter’s face, and even though we’re paparazzi, he handled it with grace. Big respect for him!”

As you read through the comments, you couldn’t help but smile at the overwhelming support from Jacob’s fans. Messages of admiration for his commitment to Sydney’s privacy flooded the comment section.

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jacobelordi: love you both so much ❤️

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sydney_sweeney: I need to see little Syd like rn 😭

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↘️ user1: Is anyone just finding out now that Sydney Sweeney is the the god mother of Jacob Elordi and Y/n Y/l/n’s daughter 😃

↘️ user2: I mean, it kinda makes sense ngl. Y/n and Sydney are childhood besties and then she names her own kid after her best friend.

user3: sometimes I forget Jacob Elordi isn’t single and has a child

user4: those recent pictures of him holding Sydney is doing something to me 🙂

↘️ user5: RIGHT!

↘️ user6: oh for sure.

[cxffecoupx]

first snow

lee jihoon + sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season wc: 475 warnings: mentions of food, cuddlebugs jihoon and reader🤧 author's notes: finally the first snow drabble!! i've been waiting so long to post this🥹 this prompt w him makes me imagine 'reader looking at snow while partner looks at reader' vibes (the fireworks cliche but with snow) i hope you like it!! winter wonderland masterlist

off-days with jihoon means slow mornings and late brunches.

you're in the kitchen, preparing something simple to fill your stomachs when he waddles in, hoodie crumpled, eyes droopy and hair messy from sleep. he stands at the doorway for a minute, looking around, before deciding to settle beside you with his head resting on your shoulder. your heart flutters and a smile threatens your lips at his intimacy (because he isn't one to usually show this much affection), but you wouldn't dare break this moment.

"sleep well?" you ask him, shivering at the cold breeze that blew from the window.

you don't see, but you feel him nodding his head from your shoulder, and he hugs you from the side, mumbling a weak excuse of the cold wind and cursing at it.

with absolutely no rush at all, breakfast gets prepared and with a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoy it. the day lazes away as you both rot in the couch, cuddling and smooching while some sappy rom-com plays in the background.

towards evening, you tell him that today might be the perfect opportunity to go buy holiday stuff: lights, tree, dishes, pans, ingredients, decorations and all the knick-knacks. it takes a little persuading to get him out of the blankets covering him on the couch, but he gets ready at your request and the two of you head out.

a two hour treasure hunt in the supermarket gets you all the decor items that takes another fifteen minutes to get checked out. by the time everything is taken out to the car, jihoon's exhausted, but that quickly fades when he sees your excitement to put up all the lights and ornaments. you keep yapping about all the ideas that you have for the layout this year while putting everything in the trunk.

thats when you feel something cold land on your head. you stand there confused, jihoon doesn't notice it until he sees you standing still and looks at you. he smiles bright and reaches out his hand to grab whatever it was from your head and holds it out in front of you.

snow.

you both look up at the same time to see more snow falling around you. you start jumping at the sight.

"jihoon! it's snowing!" you say as you catch more snow in your hands. it melts away quick, leaving a wet patch in your hands, but you couldnt care less.

"first snow of the season," jihoon mumbles softly before watching you with fond eyes. he pulls you by the hand and embraces you, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. when you pull apart, you see him smiling at you, and you lean in for a kiss and lingers longer this time.

"i love you," jihoon whispers when you pull apart.

"i love you too, ji."

prompt by @novelbear divider by @adornedwithlight

[bunji-enthusiast]

Simple idea for Catnap!

Carrying around a reader who's been working too hard, and just about ready to go some sleep, and who better to help than that giant kitty!

Sweet Dreams

Note || OOOH, you are so right

WC || 475

Sypnosis || There is simply no better way to take a load off then the help of a very giant cat.

This giant kitty doesn’t expect much from when he first crosses paths with you, now he’s just extremely concerned for you when he notices you beginning to really overwork yourself. CatNap just watches and waits from the shadows (emo kitty), too see when was the best time to intervene, he really does get genuinely concerned for you.

You're about ready to get some much needed sleep it seems, so CatNap is more than happy to help you doze off into your sleeping chambers. He knows well enough that people and toys alike aren’t gonna do well on the basis of energy, that lack of sleep can make a person really cranky. 

CatNap can speak of this from experience.

You're only a human after so you remind yourself, trying to get all this work done wasn’t doing any good on your mental and physical health. Sleep was sorely needed, yet you didn’t want to go to sleep without getting all the paperwork done first. Offhandedly there is miscellaneous work you had also needed to get done as well. 

This was exhausting. Extremely exhausting enough as is, you realize sleep is ebbing into your eyelids, you yawn and rub your eyes. Leaning back on your lamp desk chair, you sigh weighing in on the pros and cons of the lack of sleep you realize will affect you in a few hours from now.

Black was pouring into your vision, you tried fighting the sleep quickly claiming you, yet the need to rest had quickly overtaken your compulsive need to get work done.

A shadow looms over your unconscious figure, tail wrapping around your waist and lifting you carefully onto his back. CatNap sighs internally as he bites back at how limp you look sleeping, you just needed that rest and it was clearly evident to the large cat. He couldn’t sit down at this spot, you needed somewhere more puffed up and fluffy to sleep on.

CatNap lets out a puff of red smoke as he realizes that he simply will have to walk around while you sleep, at most his back was probably more safer to sleep on then anywhere in the factory. He takes a step back from your desk, carefully taking watch of where he stepped so as to not knock over any paperwork that you seemed to work so hard on. Also taking care to keep watch of any furniture and decoration that may be at risk of his large paws and tail.

Ah, walking is something CatNap constantly is doing. A cat is always on the prowl, yet not for him. CatNap had a priority right now, and that was to watch over you and keep you safe while you got your much needed sleep.

A snore snapped him out of his internal maze of thoughts.

You really were knocked out cold.

[allgreekbitch]

@jegulus-microfic june 12, challenge, wc: 475, tw: alcohol consumption

Marlene downs her third shot, barely keeping herself up. “Next one!” She looks around, her eyes settle on the group sitting behind Peter, and an evil smile grows on her face. But that might just be the alcohol. “James,” she starts, “I challenge you to kiss Sirius’ bro—hic—brother. Like, on the lips.”

And as it turns out, it was, in fact, an evil smile.

Sirius protests. “Hey! No, no you can’t do that—” He seems to think about it for a second, and then he continues, “Well, I mean he wouldn’t let you so I don’t know why I bother.”

Marlene laughs along, agreeing that Regulus would never let James kiss him.

And so James raises an eyebrow at all of them, slurring his words, “You guys think he won’t kiss me?”

“We don’t think, we know,” Marlene corrects.

Sirius, agreeing with her, looks around their group and asks, “Who here thinks James will get punched in the face if he tries to kiss Regulus?”

Literally everyone raises their hand. Everyone except Peter, that is. And that’s why he gets a confused glare from Sirius.

“Pete, are you too drunk to raise your hand?” Sirius asks.

Peter, probably the most sober of them all, shakes his head. “No, I’m just not blind like you guys.”

Sirius turns to Remus, too drunk to understand what Peter is saying. Remus shrugs, and they drop it. Peter rolls his eyes at their tomfoolery.

“SO!” Marlene speaks up again. “James, do you accept the challenge or will that be three shots for you?”

“I definitely accept the challenge,” James says confidently.

“Note that you’ll have to drink three shots if you don’t manage to complete it.”

He smirks. “I know, don’t worry.” Then he looks at Regulus sitting among his Slytherin friends with a couple of beers, and shouts at him. “PSST Regulus!”

Regulus turns just as Sirius says, “Uh oh.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The group waits for the “fuck no” and the punch patiently. But it never happens. Instead, Regulus, looks around at all the people in the party, all the people that would see them kiss if they did, and apparently he decides that he doesn’t care. He just shrugs and says, “Sure.”

So, James smiles sweetly at his friends, ignores the horror in Sirius’ face, and gets up to go to Regulus. Who he kisses as soon as he’s close enough to place his hands on his waist.

And only Peter isn't surprised by it, because it was him that noticed what was happening between James and Regulus the past year, and it was him that dared to ask James if he was dating Sirius’ brother. And James never denied it, so of course, Peter wasn’t surprised.

When James breaks the kiss, he smiles at his boyfriend. “Thanks babe, I couldn’t handle another three shots.”

[user500269]

heya!!! i love your writing! everything is put together so beautifully.

could i please request a oneshot, or whatever you feel like writing, of chilchuk with an s/o that he constantly uses as a chair or to carry him on their shoulders? Either he decides to do this on his own or his s/o just does this out of nowhere lmao

i'd prefer if it's gender neutral and sfw, but if you can't do that it's totally fine!

thank you so much, sorry for bothering you!

chilchuck x gn! reader

summary: chilchuck's love language is using his s/o as a cushion (affectionately)

wc: 475

content warning: sfw, fluff, crackish

author's note: thanks u sm for the ask anon, this is literally so cute. fluff is not my forte, but i tried my best!! :) this kinda came out like a short little blurb instead of a one shot, but lmk if you want something longer!! i hope you enjoyed this!! not proofread

you didn't notice when he started doing this, but chilchuck had a habit of climbing onto you like a tree.

you didn't need to be as tall as laios to be taller than your half-foot boyfriend. he was around the height of your shoulder, which was apparently perfect climbing material for him.

"what...are you doing?" you winced as he used your hips as a ledge to maneuver his leg onto your shoulder, doing the same on your other.

"just, huff, tryna get on here," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your head. he shifted so he could sit more comfortably on your shoulders.

"there we go," he huffed, taking his nimble fingers off your face, wrapping them around your neck.

you chuckled, looking up at your boyfriend. "well, this is new," you smirked at the blush on his face. "someone's being a little clingier than usual."

"well, i'm your partner, so why can't i be clingy?" he grumbled, tugging at your ear menacingly.

you tried to swat him away as you laughed at his defensiveness. "i surrender," you put your hands up, waving your imaginary white flag. "you can be as clingy as you like, chil," you grabbed his ankle, venturing forth.

for the next few days, chilchuck would grow increasingly affectionate with you.

he'd curl up into your lap like a cat when the rest of the party would gather around the fire, food in hand. or sit on your lap while you read books like a little kid.

one of his favorite things to do was sit on your shoulders and measure his height against laios. "we're about the same height now," chilchuck sneered, measuring with his hand once more good measure.

"it's only because of them! you're usually down here, pipsqueak," laios argued, measuring his hand lower to chilchuck's natural height. chilchuck scoffed in response, pointing you away from laios.

"yeah, yeah, run away cause i'm right," laios chuckled, rolling his eyes.

once when you were fighting monsters, you'd instinctively scoop chilchuck in your arms, knowing he wasn't built for fighting. it would be muscle memory to just grab chilchuck at even a glimpse of danger.

"chil, over here!" you exclaimed from his left. when a mimic came racing towards him. he hopped into your arms and you whisked him away, while laios took care of it.

he'd never question it. something about you was so warm and comforting. he loved the plushness of your thighs and the sturdiness of your shoulders. everything about you made him feel safe.

he'd never let you know that though.

he'd just start doing whatever he wanted as long as it involved being with you. he'd trust you to save him from danger and you'd let him climb you whenever he pleased.

something about being with you made him feel like a little kid again.

[loveesiren]

Vali. Girl. These:

“If i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous”

“you gonna be a good girl / boy for me?”

Featuring my babyyyy 🩷

I beg.

MY WIFEEEYYYY! I love you so much. I'm here to tease you ;)

Vali's 1500 Celebration (CLOSED)

warnings: jealousy, teasing

wc: 475

You sat in the corner of the set, arms crossed, watching the boys film their music video. Every few minutes, your jaw clenched just a little tighter. The cameras were rolling, the music was loud, and half-naked backup dancers were grinding on your boyfriend like it was their full-time job.

You weren’t exactly hiding your expression. And of course, Seunghyun saw it.

As soon as the director called for a break, he didn’t even glance at the water bottles or his stylist. He came straight for you, a glimmer of amusement already playing in his eyes.

“What’s going on, baby?” he asked casually, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

“Just checking emails,” you replied, your tone clipped and dry as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

He arched a brow. “No, I mean with your face.”

You turned to him with a glare, your eyes sharp. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Seunghyun chuckled under his breath, clearly not taking your sour mood seriously. “If I didn’t know any better…” He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice. “I’d say you’re jealous.”

Your nostrils flared. “I’m not fucking jealous.”

“Mhm.” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder toward the dancer who had just spent the last take grinding on his thigh like it owed her money. “Then why are you being such a little brat?”

“Seunghyun,” you warned, your voice dangerously low.

But that only made him smirk wider. He loved when you got feisty. “Come on, baby. It’s just a music video. It’s part of the job.”

“Then why didn’t you cast me, huh?” you snapped, folding your arms again.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Because, my love… you can’t dance.”

You shoved his chest, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of your lips. He wasn’t wrong—and he knew it.

“There it is,” he said softly, catching your hand in his and pulling you toward him. “I like that smile.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he murmured, the husky edge in his voice making your core clench.

You bit your lip, your body betraying your pride.

“If you behave…” he whispered, “I’ll make it worth your while tonight. I’ll remind you exactly who I belong to.”

Then, with one last, lingering kiss—slow, possessive, and full of promise—he turned and walked back toward the stage, his shoulders relaxed like he hadn’t just lit a fire inside you.

You crossed your legs in your seat, watching him with hungry eyes as the camera started rolling again. The same girl from earlier swayed up to him, her hands tracing the lines of his body for the next take. But you didn’t even flinch.

Because let her have the performance.

You’d be getting the encore.

[bradleysass]

Romance - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 475

The flat is quiet, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Evan is sprawled on the couch, long legs stretched over the armrest, flipping lazily through a book. Barty sits upside down in the armchair, head hanging off the edge, feet propped against the wall. He’s been staring at the ceiling for the last ten minutes, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Regulus, sitting stiffly at the desk in the corner, is not pleased.

“Can you believe these romance novels?” Regulus yells suddenly, slamming his book shut with a force that startles both Evan and Barty.

Barty blinks, then grins like this is the most exciting thing that’s happened all day. “I dunno, Reggie, depends on what part we’re talking about. The longing? The pining? The unbearable tension?” He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “Tell me, does the heroine gaze mournfully at the sea, waiting for her love to return?”

Regulus glares. “She just met the man, Barty. And suddenly, she’s willing to throw her entire life away for him? What is that?” He flips the book open again, jabbing at the text with indignation. “‘Her heart thundered in her chest as she gazed upon him, a man she had known only three days but felt as though she had loved for a lifetime.’ That’s absurd.”

Evan tilts his head, considering. “Not really. I decided I liked Barty in less than three days, and look where we are.”

Regulus groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s different.”

Barty snickers. “Is it? Because I recall you calling me ‘an insufferable menace’ and now you’re sitting in our flat, reading romance novels and complaining about them like a housewife.”

Regulus throws the book at him. Barty dodges with ease, laughing.

Evan watches all of this with a knowing smile, flipping another page in his own book. “I think what Regulus is trying to say,” he says mildly, “is that he doesn’t believe in love at first sight.”

Regulus huffs. “Of course I don’t.”

Barty stretches, rolling off the chair in a lazy sprawl, landing neatly in front of Evan. He grins up at him, eyes sharp and bright. “Good thing we don’t do love at first sight, then.”

Evan smirks. “No, we do something far worse.”

Barty hums. “Obsession?”

Evan tilts his head. “Destruction?”

Regulus glares at them both. “Derangement.”

Barty grins, pressing a hand to his chest like he’s touched. “Oh, Reggie. You do get it.”

Regulus sighs and stands, grabbing his coat. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t burn anything down while I’m gone.”

As soon as the door closes, Barty turns to Evan with a mischievous look. “Do you think he’d murder us if we replaced all his books with romance novels?”

Evan doesn’t even look up from his book. “Without hesitation.”

Barty hums, thoughtful. “Worth it.”

@leeny-leens @rosiesangel

[luv-y0urself]

do you like me?

high schooler!myung jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff, slice of life | wc: 475 words | warnings: lots of bickering. playful teasing. jokingly confessing. myungjae calls reader "bro" once. 𖤐．guess who's back...! i missed you guys <//3 sorry this isn't my best writing, i haven't written in a HOT minute T^T i promise the next will be better :')

suddenly thinking about myungjae and his girl “best friend” in high school

girl would always, always jokingly tell him that she liked him (although it was never really a joke, because she did indeed like him) and made it kind of obvious that she did

“oh c’mon, why’re you doing that? why can’t i go out with jaehee?”

“... what if i like you, myung? what if that’s why i’m doing this?’

“why’s it different this time around? you never had a problem when i went out with girls before. besides, you always say that!”

“well, that was before. now’s different.”

“... what does that even mean?”

she ignores the tugging in her chest when she watches his face contort into an genuine expression of confusion before she starts laughing loudly, shaking her head. “should’ve seen your expression. you can do whatever you want with jaehee, myung, i don’t care~” she then walks away, calling to her friend down the hall.

“i- bro!”

but one day, the two of them were bickering around as usual before they started walking back home in silence, basking in the last rays of the sun in front of them, the sky reflecting hues of orange and pink. the slight breeze in the air brushes myungjae’s bangs softly as it touches the girl’s, taking the faint scent of her shampoo with it as it flowed away. 

today was no different from other days; she had made fun of myungjae as she spotted him trying to “rizz” up a girl in the hallway, snickering at his annoyed expression before walking away.

“love you, myung!”

all of a sudden, myungjae stops walking, causing her, who was just mindlessly humming a song alongside him, to stop walking, confused. he turns to the girl, reaching out to grab both of her hands and leaning in, so close that she can feel his breath on her lips and the warmth from his body seeping into her own.

“do you like me? tell me you like me.”

she, obviously taken aback, isn’t able to answer right away, feeling the words caught in her throat.

he smiles wide, the beautiful smile of his that blinds her every time he does. the one that she daydreamed about during class, the one that she dreamed about the other day when she realized her true feelings about him.

with him so close she can’t breath she can’t think she can’t speak she can’t move—

“do you not like me? mm?”

how could she lie to those eyes?

“... i- yeah.. yeah i do”

“do you want to go out with me?”

she stops for a moment before she slowly nods her head, which makes him immediately pull her in close;

he burrows into her shoulder, taking a deep breath there with his head pressed up against her neck and collarbone.

“no take backs…”

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[sirhamburrger]

... do as the romans do (kageyama x gn!reader)

after two weeks of heaven with tobio in italy, you both have to say your goodbyes. part one here || wc: 475 || cw: the angst of long-distance, but also comfort, slightly suggestive at the end || dividers by @cafekitsune

“your teammates seem very nice.” you lean forward in the armchair across from him, pouring yourself another glass of limoncello. you do the same for tobio. “it's good knowing there're people looking out for you here. when i leave.”

your smile fades ever so slightly when you say those last three words. it hangs there in the air between you, heavy - the fact that you leave italy in the morning. 

leave him.

tobio sips the yellow liqueur. it burns as it goes down his throat; he imagines your inevitable absence will feel the same.

“having you here was amazing,” he murmurs. “thank you.”

you wink flirtatiously at him. “i'm sure it was.”

“can't you ever just say ‘you're welcome’ like a normal person?” he grumbles.

“fine. ‘you're welcome’. now will you give me a kiss?”

you stand up, wobbling ever so slightly on unsteady feet, and tobio catches you before you can fall. he tries to settle you onto the couch beside him, but you snuggle up to him, climbing onto his lap. the sigh you let out is a mix of relief and melancholy.

the sudden press of your lips against his is hot, urgent almost. the limoncello you've had lingers on both your tongues, the taste bitter and sweet.

salty enters the mix rather unexpectedly; he pulls back and realises you're crying silently. he's tearing up, too, the unpleasant feeling welling up inside him.

“i… i don't want to leave you, tobio.”

he takes your hand, caressing it slowly. “i don't want you to leave, either.”

you turn your head slightly, averting your gaze.

“i'm sorry i can't be here longer,” you choke out.

“i'm sorry that i can't come back to visit you,” he says finally.

you hold each other for a while, your soft sniffles and quiet sighs filling the air. tobio fidgets, trying to find the best way to explain how he's feeling. there's so much to say, after all - the past two weeks spent with you have been paradise. late night italian supermarket runs where he has to teach you what every label says, visits to tourist attractions on his off days, dinners with his teammates.

but in a way, there's not really much to say, either. it's an unspoken fact of long-distance. goodbyes are frequent at best, and always painful.

“tobio?”

he cups your cheek in his large hand, his thumb tracing circles on your jawline. “yes, love?”

tobio has the sudden realisation that if he could, he would bottle the sound of your voice - or your sighs, even - get drunk on it every day, like he's doing now with limoncello.

but for tonight, you're here, in the flesh, with him. under his fingertips. real. not just pixels on a screen.

you lean into him, lips brushing his ear.

“give me a proper goodbye.”

and so he does.

a/n:...yeah anyways so...

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[adiraargent]

Your pain is my pain - Mattheo Riddle

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader warnings: none, mentions of wizarding war ig wc: 475

In the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, the room felt suffocatingly silent, save for the occasional rustle of sheets as you shifted uncomfortably in bed. The weight of the nightmares pressed down upon you like a heavy blanket, suffusing the air with an almost palpable sense of dread.

You lay there, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling as your mind churned with memories of horrors past. Night after night, the same visions plagued your dreams, dragging you back into the depths of despair with a relentless grip that refused to let go. Flashes back to the wizarding war and your last year of school. The war had ended a little over a year ago now and your nightmares had been coming back.

And yet, amidst the darkness, there was a flicker of light – a beacon of hope that shone brightly in the form of Mattheo Riddle, the cocky, slightly short-tempered Slytherin boy who had captured your heart in ways you never thought possible.

He had been your rock through it all, ever since you started dating in your fourth year. He was a constant source of strength and solace in a world gone mad. And as you lay there, grappling with the demons that haunted your every waking moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't confided in him sooner.

"Why didn't you tell me the nightmares are back?" His voice shattered the silence like a thunderclap, pulling you from the depths of your reverie. He tightened his grip around your waist, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill of the night.

You turned to face him, your heart heavy with guilt and regret. "I... I didn't want to burden you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "You have enough on your plate as it is."

Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "You know I never minded helping you with them," he said gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Your pain is my pain, and your burdens are mine to bear."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, a floodgate of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. How had you been so blind to the depth of his love, so oblivious to the fact that he would move heaven and earth to ease your suffering?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to shut you out."

Mattheo pulled you into his arms then, holding you close as though afraid to let go. "You never have to apologize for being human," he murmured against your hair, his breath warm against your skin. "We'll face these nightmares together, just like we always have."

And in that moment, as you surrendered yourself to the safety of his embrace, you knew that no matter what horrors the night may bring, you would never have to face them alone. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love that transcended even the darkest of dreams, a love that would light the way through even the bleakest of nights.

written by @adiraargent

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[inmyheaddd]

cost of silence - jameson hawthorne x reader

a/n: posting this short blurb while i work on a longer jameson fic!! hope u enjoy warnings: angsty angst angst, swearing, possibly ooc jameson? very short lmao wc: 475 taglist: @x-liv25-jamieswife @littlemissmentallyunstable @wish-i-were-heather @thecircularlibrary @whatsamongus

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“you’re wrong,” your voice crackles now, along with the unbothered and happy persona you’ve tried so desperately to uphold.

“am i? because all summer you’ve not even spared a second glance at me. you’re say you’re always fucking busy, but i know you aren’t.” he contemplates his next words, running his hand through his tousled hair, “do you even want this anymore?” 

“jameson, you don’t know half the shit i’m going through right now. don’t use that against me.” you bite your lip, trying to fight back tears.

you want to scream everything, to finally let him in, but the words get caught in your throat; tangled up with the slight fear that once he knows, he’ll see you differently— even worse, pity you.

“then tell me! that’s what i’m here for.” he almost begs as he takes a step closer, reaching for your hands.

“i can’t!” you take a step back and shake off his hands, when all you want to do is break the space between you two. lately, it’s like your mind and body are in two completely different places.

he almost scoffed, but his eyes were full of desperation. you knew he really cared, cared for you, and that’s what hurt the most.

“you can’t, or do you just not want to?” 

“you have no idea how much i want to.”

“then why don’t you?” he’s exasperated at this point, you wish you were better, you wish you weren’t the reason why he felt like this. 

when you didn’t respond, he pressed again. “why do you push everyone away, why do you push me away?”

“i don’t know! okay?” you exclaimed. you can’t even fathom all the emotions you’re feeling. all you know is that it’s safer to keep him at arm's length, safer for him, and maybe even safer for you.

you speak quieter this time, “i don’t know, i wish i did, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, i just can’t. i don’t know if, this,” you gesture between the two of you, “is even- is even worth it anymore. im too messed up for you to handle, fuck, im too messed up for me to handle.” 

you take a deep breath before looking up to his eyes once again. you can see the hurt in them, the same hurt that you’ve been running from. “maybe we should just end whatever… whatever this is.” 

“maybe we should.”

“yeah.” you barely whispered.

after a beat of silence, he spoke. “that’s it then, all you have to say?”

his voice was leveled now. he swallowed thickly, pressing his lips together as he did one last look over at you, like he was engraving the picture of you in his mind.

you slowly nod, looking at the ground. you couldn’t even face him.

“good.” is all he says with a slight nod, before walking off.

with every step he takes away from you, you feel bile rising in your throat, that familiar burning sensation, and your eyes start to sting. his footsteps fade, and you hear the door close. when he’s finally gone, you lean against the wall, then slide down. 

you could barely breathe, choking on your own tears. you were sobbing against your hands on your mouth and trying to muffle the noise. 

you thought you were doing the right thing by letting him go — he deserved better. so why did everything feel so wrong?

[mvnkuuk]

past lives. : epilogue  (HVC + black!reader)

plot: you and hansol left your friendship off on a bad note, leaving the two of you to part ways and resulting in years of estrangement. however, a choice encounter brings the two of you back together and bonds rekindle and old sparks reignite.

wc: 475

authors note: hi hi hello! this is is my first post in a while and first series im planning on creating! this was so fulfilling to write, as my writer’s block prolonged and my lack of motivation only amplified in tandem with my writer’s block. i see your requests my babies, and i will get to them. but for now, thank you for reading and i hope hope hope you enjoy!

— eliza

hansol was someone you’d call— well, called a friend. 

since primary school, you and hansol had been inseparable. secret handshake, moms knew each other, the whole shabang. at that moment, when the two of you met in kindergarten, you had immediately fell for him and he pretty much pushed you away each time, saying that he wasn’t “in like with you”. typical.

secondary school was a blur. you couldn’t remember much, due to past experiences and traumas, but you could always go back to reminisce the moments where you and hansol blurred the line between friends and something more, seeing each other in a different light. lingering stares, the whole ‘fingers-brush-against-each-other’s’ spiel. it wasn’t much, but you both could feel it

you remember a specific memory, one that stuck with you since the two of you had gone estranged. 

you were both thirteen, and for his birthday hansol’s mother invited you on a trip to the countryside. your mom, being overprotective, gave you many things to keep yourself safe in a farm setting and your caramel skin healthy. you, while on the way out of the door, gave her reassurance that you would come back in one piece. you left and got into the car with mrs. chwe and hansol.

the ride to the farm was quiet, much of the time wasted due to hansol having to stop to pee countless times, and stopping for snacks. you didn’t mind it, though. it was an excuse to joke around and be around hansol, making childish jokes about food and drink brands and agitating the workers at the rest stations.

after days on the farm, you and hansol were on the hay bales watching the sunset. the two of you sat in silence, watching in awe as the sky illuminated the land with orange, pink, blue, and red hues. you sat intrigued as the sun began to hide behind the barn, and out of the corner of your eye you see hansol looking at you as if you were the sunset. You look at him, but his eyes dont budge; they only meet yours.

“what?” you ask with a snort. “is there something on my face?” 

“no.” he answered simply, his voice smooth and his brown eyes being dragged across your face as he tried to note your features, taking them in as if this would be the last time he would really see you in this enamoring of a moment. “just— stay like that. for a minute.” he said, his voice trailing off as his eyes lingered on your lips. 

“hansol–” you say, but he cuts you off.

“would you ever get married?” he asked abruptly, your eyes blinking and widening in shock, your lips parting as you stammered. 

“what– well, i–” you stuttered, your cheeks flaring and turning a deep crimson.

“i’m gonna marry you.”

[bubybubsters]

Love you too (modern!au!rhys x reader)

a/n: thus begins the collection of fanfics all in modern times and Rhysand x reader. yeah.

warnings: rhysie

wc: 475

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*****

Rhysand trudged up the River House driveway, all the while regretting letting his brothers design such an elaborate house. It must be fit for a boss, they’d said. It was fit for a boss and unnaturally beautiful. And he did particularly enjoy the great balconies with outstanding views, but the god damned driveway was way too long.

However, Rhys smiled at the thought of the person waiting inside the big, elaborate house in question. You, who he’d found working at the local post office that was closing down. You, who he’d offered a place in his home because he’d heard you ranting on about how your apartment was being torn down for some stupid ass technology business.

Said technology business was run by him. He’d never felt so much soul-crushing guilt then in that moment. He’d almost asked the builders to stop destroying the already destroyed apartment building but you’d laughed, and reassured him that the owner was an ass and deserved it all.

So you’d secured a new job at the Velaris bookstore that payed well enough yet you hadn’t moved out. Whether it be the nice house or just not wanting to find another apartment and move out, Rhys was glad for it.

All that had been almost a year ago.

Rhys unlocked his front door and stepped in, ready for the usual sound of a sizzling hot meal and the smell of fresh made food, instead all he heard were snores. A frown made its way to his brows and he dropped his bag on a hook before heading down the hallway. As he passed each room he glanced in to see nothing even slightly different from this morning when he’d left. When he reached the sitting room his frown melted and a smile instantly curved his lips. There you were, curled up with a book resting against your nose, fast asleep.

He pulled out his phone, dialing chipotle and asking for your regular order before grabbing your book and setting it in the table, not before marking your page, he’d made that mistake before. He found the nearest blanket and was pulling it over your shoulder when a few harsh knocks and impatient doorbell rings were heard.

“Hurry up, you idiot, it’s laser tag day.”

He cursed softly having forgot all about his weekly boys night. He quickly sent a text to Az asking for a minute and to calm Cassian down.

Rhys kissed the crown of your brow softly and murmured a gentle, “I love you.”

He froze, he’d never said that before… but he’d definitely thought it. It didn’t matter, you were asleep anyway. He grabbed a jacket and headed out.

What he didn’t see was your secretive smile as you opened your eyes and the door slammed close, you whispered into the empty room, “I love you too.”

*****

a/n: Sorry for the nonexistent updates. Love you guys.

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[sashi-ya]

byakuya kuchiki x f! reader tw: suggestive language, not entirely nsfw. thinking of writing a full nsfw part tho. wc: 475 masterlist 🌱

DESERT ROSE. A sun that shines too brightly, too hot. the heat, rising up… almost boiling your blood, your skin, your eyes. “Are you feeling ok?” he asks, turning around to look at you. Byakuya looks visibly hot, drenched in sweat but still perfectly fine. “I… yes, Captain Kuchiki“ you lie. Of course you aren’t. Never in your soul years you have experienced such hot summer. But you can’t lack now, your captain trusted you to accompany him in this important mission for the very first time. Byakuya frowns. He knows you are lying; he can tell the way your skin has become hotter and hotter. How your breathing is becoming accelerated and drops of sweat garnish your temples. But, is he really worried just for your safety? Your lips, slightly opened in an O shape, letting hot air escape your insides, are making him nervous. Nervous, anxious, needy. “We should rest a little bit anyway” he suggests. In all honesty, orders. You nod, following the orders with no hesitation… as if being completely submissive towards him, wasn’t something you wouldn’t like to indulge in. He is using his gimpaku to cover his head, somehow it reminds you of those tales of the middle east. A beautiful Bedouin in the middle of desert. Following him has never been easy, but this time he waits for you to walk past him. There is a reason why Byakuya needs to walk behind you... Your uncovered back, the uniform you are wearing that used to belong to squad two. The shiny drops of sweat pooling on the small of your back, luring the eyes to wonder down, down your spine. The sixth division captain, far from being a pervert, somehow can’t help it this time; just today, one single time…let me lose control. A bottle full of water wouldn’t be enough to cool down his own inner workings… and that bottle full of water would look much better if it got poured on your beautiful anatomy. A cold relief makes you jolt.  “What?!” “I was worried you would end up passing out because of the heat” he murmurs, enjoying the fabric of your uniform get even wetter, sticking to your already dampened skin. You stutter. You are lost of words. Slowly, you turn around to face him. It is almost immediate; the little water left is now being poured on your lips. Like honey, like milk… like what he would absolutely love to drizzle on you. “Thank you, Kuchiki-sama…” you purr, looking up at him. Oh, you have understood exactly the metaphorical meaning of his actions. “I’m about to pass out, too… you know?” he lies; Byakuya hasn’t ever felt that strong and alive. “You must cool down too, Taichou…” you whisper, coming closer, using your hands to untie the white sash of his hakama.