#[[ i'm gonna stare at the sun for awhile ]]

[phoenixfiiire]

@sapientiiae (and @dragonliiight) asked: for a threesome (with Zelda & Dion??) (RIP Zelda she was a good princess)

She had always felt so determined to have the last word with him that it felt truly fitting to see her mouth swallowing his cock whole, nose pressed up against his belly. He wouldn't have thought the Princess to be capable of such a thing - it was a talent he'd have to ask her later how she had honed, or if she had just been naturally gifted without a gag reflex.

A hand curled through her golden locks, stroking it before fisting it firmly, tugging slightly to force her to roll her eyes up to look at him. Her range of motion was limited and he didn't really want her to pull back, so he smiled, a hand stroking her cheek. She moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to hiss as he felt her tongue trace along the length of his cock.

Her body was swaying back and forth from the force of Dion's cock thrusting into her. The Princess had been able to take him so easily that Joshua couldn't help but think that perhaps this was not her first time sinking down onto her hands and knees for the dragon, and the thought caused something dark and angry to flame in the pit of his stomach.

He tugged again at her hair. Not hard, but the motion still soothed some of the bitter feelings. It didn't matter if she had; she was in front of him now, moaning and drooling on his cock.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I think awhile back you did glamrocks x child reader (platonic) saying their first words but I saw you didn't do the same with Sun and Moon,sooo could you possibly do sun and moon aswell pls?

-Greek myth anon 📜

Aw you remember those? They're ancient haha.

Here were those hcs for anyone who wants to read them

...........

Sun

"Sun! Bye-bye!"

At first, he didn't think much of it when you spoke, waving goodbye and going back to the tables after handing you over to your parent(s).

Yet they went up to him, and at first he thought they had a serious complaint.

Or maybe he accidentally gave them the wrong child.

But after revealing that you just said your first words, including his name, it clicks in his mind and he's SUPER overjoyed, bouncing on his heels and grinning.

"Oh my gosh I am SO proud of you, starshine!!" He coos, shaking your tiny little hands. "Keep up the great work!!"

If you ever come back to the Pizzaplex when you're older, he's never gonna let you forget that.

Moon

"M...Moon!"

"Yes, little firefly. I'm.....what's that look for?"

Moon stares at your bewildered guardian, who has to explain that they've been trying to get you to say your first words for weeks now, without much success.

You refused to say "Freddy" no matter how many times they've taken you to see him for photo-ops and events. Not even the bear himself could encourage you.

Yet within five seconds of meeting Moon for the first time...you said his name and were eager to go with him.

He's kinda shocked that you weren't immediately scared of him like all the other toddlers.

But he's happy (and definitely smug about it, bragging to Sun 100%).

"The children may like you more...but have any of them ever said their first word was "Sun"? I don't think so~"

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - chapter 0.8

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

© 2024 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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22nd February

Hanoi, Vietnam

"I might've found us a new job."

Curiously they looked at Jimin who had just entered and waved an envelope in his hands with a mischievious grin.

"Hard pass," Yoongi only countered, going back to grinding his sword, "Forgot I'll be gone for the next month?"

Jimin's smile faded, replaced by a musing expression. "Ah, right.. there was something.. So you really just gonna leave to meditate for a whole month? That wasn't a joke?"

Shaking his head, the older one offered him a small apologetic fold of his lips.

With a deep sigh, Jimin's hopeful glance was directed now at Taehyung, who only blinked back, with a lost expression in his brown eyes wide as he hadn't paid attention. Too occupied by the game he was playing on his phone. "Huh?"

Rolling his eyes, Jimin walked over to him. Holding the envelope right in front of his eyes and blocking his view on the display. It seemed like he had to spell it out for him. "Are-you-in-for-the-job?"

Annoyed, Taehyung shoved his hand away. "Depends," he shrugged then, going back to his mobile game, "What, where and when?"

"This." 

He opened the envelope, sliding a photo out to wiggle in front of him. It showed a dragon made of jade. "Location: Montreal. The 'when' depends on how fast we'll work out a plan. Now that we're only gonna be à deux." Jimin couldn't miss side-eyeing Yoongi who only ignored him, pretending being oblivious to his scowl. He turned to Taehyung again, facing him with an innocent smirk then. "Unless of course we'd find a third person."

"And who would t-" before he could even finish his own question, Taehyung cut himself off when recalling Jimin could only head into one specific derection. Arabella. So he immediately shook his head. "No."

"Aw, c'mon."

"Jimin, no. Absolutely not."

Jimin began whining, scooting to him and falling to his knee, begging. "C'mon, Tae. Why not? She could -" 

"Nope."

Yoongi's sudden burst of laughter startled them and they looked at him confused. He only shot them a gummy grin. "Seriously, Jimin, you expect us to trust her for a job again after Cairo?" Taehyung nodded vigoriously, obviously agreeing with his older friend. And Jimin had to realise reaching a dead-end. Disappointedly, he got up and brushed off dust from his pants. 

"Fine, then I won't ask Bella for help and it's only gonna be the two of us. But I better not hear any complains about difficulties."

Taehyung folded his arms, his videogame laying forgotten on his lap. "Who says she'd even help us anyway?"

"She surely would have if I asked her nicely." And if he promised her shiny diamonds. 

However, seeing the steadfast glare in Taehyung's eyes, he admitted defeat.

Feeling the urgent need for a whiff of fresh ear and also annoyed with his friends, he stepped out into the balcony. The mild evening atmosphere greeting him.

He propped his hands on the railing and stared out when soon sensing Taehyung beside him.

They both remained silent for awhile, just staring over the sea of cement with specks of green in between.

It had rained not too long ago, evident by the puddles on the shiny asphalt and the smell of humidity in the air. It was almost March, but spring was still far away.

"Why.. why are you so into Arabella?"

Jimin dragged out a breath, getting slowly fed up with the same sarcastic comments and rhetoric questions about his, admittedly, weakness for the female spy and thief.

With a small groan, he threw his head back. "I get it, you guys don't like her and I understand why. I really do. But it's seriously getti-"

"No," Taehyung interrupted his rant with a quick shake of his head, "I mean it. How.. how are you so sure.. it's her? I get that she's all 'dangerous and hot' or whatever your reasons were but.. There has to be more, right? You're not constantly making a fool of yourself only 'cause she's hot." At least he hoped so.

Not having expected his friend to be genuinely curious about the relationship between him and Arabella, his lips parted taken aback. "Well.." Jimin slowly began then, glancing at him cautiously as his random, yet genuine sounding question triggered suspicion in him. 

His glance returned to the city then, trying to comprise in sentences the complicated emotions he felt for the mischievous woman. "She's more than just a gorgeous and intriguing woman who keeps me busy, you know." Taehyung noticed the fond smile in Jimin's eyes. Making him almost gag, but he successfully contained it and allowed him to continue. "Me and her.. we got history you don't know of. She's more than her habit of outwitting us."

"Oh, is she?" It was kind of hard to believe. Then again, he tried spending as little time as possible with her and only if absolutely necessary. Simply not trusting her an inch.

Jimin chucked at his disbelief and nodded. "Yeah. I know, hard to believe."

"A little bit."

Again, he understood where his friends' mistrust came from. He paused for dramatic effect as he glanced at Taehyung who was mindlessly resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Only to get impetiend and arch an inquiring brow at him.

"It's true though. Because at the end of the day, she's the only woman I trust and I can be myself with. She takes me for who I am. And when it's only the two of us, I can see the real Bella. The one no one but me knows. And that's why I love her."

"Even after Cairo?"

He grinned. "Maybe I don't trust her with the loot, but with my life. And isn't that more important? That's why I forgive her and let her get away with her stunts. It's nothing but a game between us. Don't forget, I'm also often the one tricking her."

He winked and Taehyung knew what he was referring to. 

It was true. There were times Jimin was the one fooling her, leaving Arabella handling interpol or without the jewels. It was indeed just a game between the two. A game only Jimin and Arabella understood and enjoyed and perhaps that was the secret to it all. Perhaps outsiders like Taehyung and Yoongi weren't supposed to understand it in the first place.

Taehyung only hummed and went silently back to staring out. Unable to contain his inner turmoil as his gaze became dull. Blankly staring into the cold grey.

If put like that, he understood it. He couldn't even nearly fathom how this was possible or applied to a person like Arabella Valentine, but he could at least comprehend a little more how his partner could be so in love with her.

"Say," Jimin said then, leaning at the railing with an intrigued smile, "How comes you're suddenly so invested in my love life? It doesn't happen to have anything to do with you and your doctor friend, does it?" He wiggled his brows and nudged his shoulder, interrupting Taehyung's train of thoughts.

The taller guy swallowed, avoiding his smug, knowing glance. He'd seen right through him, like he always did. Perhaps this time hadn't been so hard to do and yet, it bothered him how in front of Jimin, he'd be an open book just like everyone else.

"Perhaps."

"Ah!" Jimin felt like a lightbulb appearing above him, finally putting one and one together. And he fashed a lopsided smirk to his childhood friend. "So that's why you've been moping around for two months now."

The only response those accusations earned was a click from Taehyung's tongue and a scowl. Causing Jimin to dramatically sigh, averting his eyes from him since he knew very well he wouldn't get Taehyung to talk if he didn't want to. So he pushed himself off the railing instead.

"Perhaps it's hard to look past Bella's imperfections," he began than with a musing glance as he let his gaze wander over the concrete, "But at the end of the day, we all just want someone who knocks our breath away, don't we? Someone who understands and takes us for who we are. Someone we'd fight for. So if you ever find someone like this, consider yourself lucky. These people are rare." With a bright smile, he patted his sulky friend's shoulder and Taehyung coughed out by the sudden hit. 

He went back to observing the glistering streets then.

Jimin had a point, he supposed. People like these were indeed rare. At least he hadn't crossed paths with any or perhaps he'd never bothered paying much attention to any contrary to his friend who'd never say no to a pretty woman.

Until now, it seemed.

Because his guilt-ridden dreams and thoughts revolved around one person and one person only the past two months. And the kind of smile of hers he thought only he ever received and no one else. A withering look full of the sort of subtext someone could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark. Like the ones they always shared.

Sirens erupted suddenly and interrupted his wandering thoughts. Several black cars coming into view and parking in front of the building then, blocking the exit, Shortly after a familiar figure exiting one of them.

"Yah, Park Jimin! Long time no see!" Seokjin was waving at them with a triumphant grin when spotting them up there at the balcony of the third floor. His open palm closing then, with a pointing index finger directed at them. "Don't you dare move from there!"

Jimin laughed under his breath. "Of course, who else," he muttered before leaning over the railing then to yell back with more energy, "Never! You know how much I missed your handsome face!"

Taehyung couldn't help but stifle a laugh before glancing over his shoulder to see Yoongi having joined them to check out what all the ruckus was about.

"Pack your sword, Yoongs, pops is here. "

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4th April

Barcelona, Spain

Cassandra was uncertain whether she liked birthdays or not. At this point, they were overrated anyway. She couldn't remember the last one she'd got to properly celebrate. It was probably in high school but her memory fadedthe more she tried to go back to the past.

It was the dawn of her 27th birthday and she didn't know how to feel or what to expect, besides calls and messages from relatives and friends. She was glad her parents couldn't visit her this time as they were currently somewhere in Central America, so she at least could save herself from another round of staged photos in front of a birthday cake for her mother's sake.

Once someone told her that birthdays and weddings were rather for the family than the actual celebrated person and there was some truth to it. You did it more for the people you loved, to make them happy by letting them celebrate you. This year, however, she wouldn't have been able to bring herself from going through this. Not even for her mother who she loved dearly.

"Stella, where are you? I brought the glucometer you requested for the patient," she called out at her colleague and friend. Frowning at the unusual darkness in the staffroom, she flipped on the light switch. Only to be greeted with loud cheers and applause. "What-"

"Happy birthday!"

Utterly perplexed, she took a step back and blinked. She never expected anyone to care enough to organise a small surprise party and even holding a cake with candles which they were now hurriedly lighting up so she could blow them.

Cassandra wasn't particularly close friends with most people there. She got along with everyone though - save for Pavlo the jerk - and was friends with Stella and maybe three other assistant doctors. She also joked with some of the nurses. This was her circle of friends there. A small but good one. So seeing those very same people now beaming at her while holding the cake close to her face and singing the birthday-song, was quite unexpected. And moving.

With an uncertain smile, she clapped along with them. Appreciating the gesture. It meant that perhaps she did belong somewhere after all. Or that her presence mattered in some way. Taking a deep breath then, she finally blew out the melting candles.

"Did you make a wish?" Stella, the one she'd describe as the closest one of her work-buddies, asked then as the rest hurried to cut the cake.

"Sure," she lied. Her artificial smile fading as soon as her colleague's attention turned to the cake.

What point was there to make a wish if she couldn't have the one thing she truly wanted.

Him.

Her night-shift ended a few hours later at 6am. Besides the small birthday gathering thankfully nothing else unexpected happened. Especially not with any of her patients.

Tired, both physically and mentally, she returned home. Trying her hardest to prevent her eyes from going to the space on the wall where the numerous postcards from around the world were hanging on strings. Mockingly staring at her while depicting far-away places she'd never see herself. With the latest addition grazing a new string on the bottom. A postcard from Montreal with a Renaissance-style domed basilica on it - the kind of old-fashioned buildings she liked.

What irritated her the most, however, were the two sentences written in the back.

"some films shot here:

the score, catch me if you can, lucky number slevin, red 2, john wick 2

-T"

That was all. 

Now, that was their usual thing. This inside joke between them. Him teasing her love for heist-films by writing some famous works shot or playing in the place he was sending the postcard from. And usually that would lighten her mood.

But considering the way they had parted ways on New Year's and the fact he'd stopped calling or texting her, she somehow expected more. Maybe even an apology for just disappearing after stealing a kiss from her like that.

Hah, she laughed bitterly, be glad he even sent a postcard again.

The past three months and four days had been a blur. Or at least that was what she tried to remember them as. Her thoughts did not revolve around that particular man, wondering where he was and what he was doing and if he'd ever have the courage to show himself in front of her again or if he'd just avoid her for the rest of their lives.

And they surely did not revolve around that heart-pulling, breath-taking, mind-dazzling, dream-like, passionate kiss they'd shared that night. A kiss so incomparable and mind-altering that she sometimes doubted it had ever really happened or if it had simply originated from a wild fever dream. From a straight up delirium state she had seen patients with 39°C fever or more in.

Then again, the fact she had never experienced something like this before, let her doubt her mind would've had the source material to create a moment like this on its own.

No, surely she wasn't wasting a single thought about that.

Tears blurred her vision for a second, heartache along with her overall exhaustion cumulating along with the crushing expectations of that very day. Her birthday.

Everything rising to the surface for a split second before she got a hold of herself again and swallowed everything but one single tear down.

It'd have been easier getting over such a disappointment if it was some random guy online she'd merely wasted a week talking to. But this wasn't a random guy from the internet. This was Taehyung.

Deciding not to dwell into self-pity, she blanked out all these negative emotions.

After eating the left-over cake she'd brought home, she decided to head for her bed when the doorbell rang. Something blue on the door mat catching her attention then. She squatted down and picked up the object, pushing the blue fancy paper aside. Only to reveal a flower pot of blue hydrangeas.

Her eyes widened. She always wanted blue hydrangeas but missed their season. Did her mother send her this?

She stood up and heaved it higher, turning it around to see if she could spot any clue about the sender when a small white card fell down and landed in front of her feet. 

"Happy birthday, Cas.

I know I was an idiot to you. I'm not the type to talk directly about my feelings. But it occurred to me that I could still talk about them through my actions."

Her heart dared to skip a beat at the handwriting and words. It was the same handwriting as on the countless postcards before. Taehyung's. With furrowed brows she flipped the card, seeing a another text written there.

Her eyes widened, intrigued by its arcane nature.

"Font Mágica de Montjuic - four columns / 5:55pm / ? "

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It was late afternoon when Taehyung set foot in front of the four tall columns above the so-called 'magical' fountain. Having a perfect view over it. He pushed his sunglasses, which soon would become pointless, up the bridge of his nose and stifled a yawn as he leaned against the white marble. 

Their last job had ended over two days ago but after multiple layovers - not able taking the easy route as some angry millionairs were on their tails - he still hadn't adjusted to the time-difference.

He stretched his arm then, revealing the watch under the sleeve of the hoodie. Due to a delay he'd feared not making it, but thankfully he was on time. Five more minutes till the show began.

The threaneningly red evening sun would soon disappear behind the buildings but the temperature remained pleasant. It was nice to finally feel spring on his skin after being in the north for so long. 

His brown irises where fixated on the enormous fountain in front of him, although seemingly unspectacular right now due to the water jets currently kept low. For now.

Cassandra liked this place. The fountain with the view of the cascades and the art museum on the top in the background being one of her favourite places in the city, he remembered that. Of couse he did. He remembered everything she had ever told him. Every little insigificant detail because the sum of it made up her. 

He had to admit, however, he also liked that place a lot. It looked like straight from a fairytale, especially at night with all the lights illuminating it.

Now in the evening, the warm colours of the sunset sparkled on the water surface, adding an even bigger mystical almost eery atmosphere to it. It looked quite different from the last time he'd been there, with her. Fond memories creeping up his mind when remembering that day. The first day he'd waited outside of the hospital for her.

His gaze wandered over the greenery, wondering if Cassandra would even follow his invitation and appear. He couldn't blame her if she didn't, he knew he didn't treat her particularly fairly. This was why he wanted to redeem himself after all.

Taehyung felt guilty for disappearing on her for over three months. Sure, they'd got caught by Seokjin and his men, however, their custody stay only lasted a couple of days like it always did before they escaped. No, this hadn't been the reason, neither was it them having to lay low for some weeks or their time-consuming next coup. Or at least, these hadn't been his sole reasons for not visiting but also not contacting her.

Truth was, he was scared - terrified even - to face her again. Not only because of her reaction, but also because all those months he tried figuring out what he actually wanted and if he should even cave into it considering the life he lived. It hadn't been easy and he still wasn't sure if he made the right decision, but he knew he couldn't keep her waiting anymore - in case she even bothered to still waste a single thought on him and hadn't already completely crossed him out of her life. Again, he couldn't blame her if she had.

However, even if so, Cassandra wasn't just anybody to him and he owed her an explanation at least. Whether she despised him now or not.

There was a significantly lower amount of people at this time of the day. Now with the dim afternoon light lesser people strolling around the square.

From the corners of his eyes he caught someone nearing the colums then. Familiar long curls swaying over a plaid coat coming to a halt in front of the railing. And Taehyung's muscles instantly relaxed, only now realising how strained his whole body had been with nervousness and worry.

Of course he couldn't be sure it was her as the figure was standing further afar, and yet his heart had recognised her and pulsed faster.

With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, he pushed himself off the column and neared her with quick steps. Afraid she might change her mind after all and walk away at any second. 

"Hey."

He sensed Cassandra tense up when pausing beside her, not daring to move her head and meet his gaze. Her usual warm eyes rested instead on the illuminated blueish green water in the distance. She blinked once, twice. And Taehyung began getting nervous all over again as the seconds passed without her saying anything. Only staring blankly ahead. 

"Happy.. happy birthday."

Finally, her expression softened with a sigh. "Thank you."

"Uhm, I assume you got the flowers then."

"Y-yeah, I liked them." Of course she liked them. He'd even remembered that she preffered pots over cut flowers. "Thank you." Her voice was paper-thin, distant and almost sorrowful and it caused his own gaze to fall.

"I'm glad you did."

Cassandra nodded quietly. "Blue's my favourite colour.."

"I know. That's why I chose them." His lips curving into a weak smile. And it annoyed her, how well he knew her despite all the time apart. "Thank you for coming here," he began then with cautious, his voice almost a timid whisper not to scare her away in any way. It didn't take a genius to see that this time was different from the previous ones. Especially since Cassandra was always wearing her heart on her sleeve, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. "Wasn't sure if you would or not."

"Got the night shift. Have to leave in a bit."

"Ah." 

They grew quiet, gaze falling to the solemn water surface. Taehyung scratched his neck, uncertain how to proceed.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here," he eventually spoke up then, only seeing her shaking her head. Much to his surprise.

"Not really," she deadpanned and he wanted to laugh at this.

"No?"

With a shrug she averted her eyes from the water jets to finally spare him a brief glance. "It's not the first time you disappear for months only to randomly show up again. I'm kinda used to it. It was just the first time you disappeared without any trace since the beginning." She would've cracked a sarcastic smile if she hadn't felt a rush of anger when recalling the past months.

It was so irrational. This was what she'd waited and hoped for all that time, for him to show up again. Then why did she feel so incredibly mad at him the second she saw his usually charming face? 

"Oh," was all he could muster up to say. He could clearly see that it was burdening her, just like he'd feared. "It's good that I came to put some things straight then," his voice gainining firmness, "I know last time we saw each other I left with.." He paused, carefully choosing his words. "I must've left you with lots of questions."

"You did," she plainly stated and he almost shuddered. 

So that was how it felt when Cassandra was mad. She was cold and distant, nothing like her kind and sweet self. It was probably what he deserved anyway.

He was about to speak up when the alarm on his watch went off and he remembered why he'd called her there in the first place. 

Her lips parted, but he stopped her from saying anything else with a bright smile. "Please wait a few more minues before telling me off, okay? Because the second part of your birthday gift starts now!"

She frowned, puzzled at his sudden excitement. "S-second?"

"Of course!" He sounded offended. "Did you think flowers were all you'd get?" The corners of his lips curled up in that adorably boyish manner that distinguished his grins from anyone else. Grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her to face the fountain again. 

And Cassandra saw what Taehyung meant, her eyes widening in awe.

The water jets began attaining height in different distances of time, first the big ones in the centre followed by the small ones all around, creating a beautiful choreography of lowering, highening and arching water streaks along with different coloured lights. Blue and pink specifically.

She knew of the fountain show once or twice a day, depending on the season. However, 6pm was not its usual time. At least not in early April when it was still too chilly and not a touristic season. 

She couldn't take her gaze from the performance against the darkening sky and pastel-coloured clouds. She was so stunned by it that she didn't pay attention to the music playing. Taking her a moment longer to recognise the melody over the noise of the dancing water. And when she did, her head immediatelly turned to search for his eyes, only to catch them already fondly staring at her. He'd anticipated her mesmerised expression, observing her this whole time without paying attention to the water show. 

"That's -"

He nodded. "You like it?"

She did. Of course she did. It was her absolut favourite movie soundtrack after all.

Her breathing got irregular, her head was spinning and she had to avert her gaze from his affectionte look. Returning to the impressive fountains.

No, she couldn't start misinterpreting things yet again. She'd already done that enough times in the past, she couldn't be fooled yet again. He had disappeared for months, clearly regretting the kiss and feeling guilty now for leading her on. She knew it, she knew it and it broke her heart and set anew tears in her heart. The only reason he made her such a wonderful gift was because he pitied her and felt sorry. And yet it also made all these locked away feelings resurface and it wasn't fair, how he gave her heart arrhythmia and her lungs dyspnoea all over again for all the wrong reasons.

He didn't have feelings for her. At least not any romantic ones. She had to finally accept that and she had. She really had until now, when her delusional hope and irrational expectations took over her senses as she watched water dancing to the 'Love Theme' from'The Godfather'. 

- What an irony, out of all songs.

And she felt the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. She was touched by the thoughtful gift. Goosebumps spreading over her skin at the melancholic melody playing over the elaborate water show in the middle of the grand fountain. But she also choked up from her unrequited feelings and the false hope his lovely gesture gave her.

The song finished, the water jets lowered and everything fell silent.

There were some people gathered around the fountain now, spectators of the show. Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Taehyung -" 

"Wait, it's not over yet. Now my favourite movie soundtrack follows."

Her eyes fluttered open and before she could even ask, another melody began playing and water was being splashed up again. And she saw him smile softly while looking ahead.

She'd missed his voice. She'd missed his gentle yet stern eyes. She'd missed the curve of his nose and his smile. She'd missed the way his parted hair flowing over his forehead and eyes whenever he moved or got windblown.

Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she faced the fountain again. Standing there beside him and preoccupying herself by trying remembering the title of the familiar melody.

Of course, she eventually thought then when recalling the famous song and one of her favourite soundtracks, too. It was 'Strangers in the Night'.

However, Taehyung hadn't only picked it because it was his favouite soundtrack, the main reason was because it reminded him of Cassandra. He had never paid much attention to the lyrics before but for the first time, he could relate to them. And perhaps that's why it was his favouite one after all.

"You know Sinatra disliked that song," he stated then, making her perk up. She hummed, gaze returning to the performance. 

"He was an idiot then."

And Taehyung laughed, it was a genuine laugh. Causing Cassandra to purse her lips to prevent herself from laughing as well.

Instead she saw the colours of the lights intensifying the darker the sky became. And she couldn't help but think of the night she and Taehyung had first met when recalling the lyrics herself. The lump returning.

The song ended soon after. Now even more people having gathered down at the fountain and even up there at the platform. It was fairly crowded by now. And Taehyung realised this was probably not the best place to discuss. So he held his hand out for her, meeting her arched brow.

He exhaled frustrated, retriving it instantly. "Come, let's go somewhere quieter."

She seemingly contemplated it, looking over her shoulder then back at the beautiful fountain. With a deep sigh, she eventually stepped back and nodded. Following him up the stairs of the cascades and reaching the top in front of the palace-like building. With the broad panorama view of the glistening city and the four columns, the magical fountain visible behind them. Up there, there was little to no one at this time and day.

"So, why did you make me climb up all these stairs?" Cassandra whined in between of panting. Propping herself at the stone-railing when seeing Taehyung beside her, casually leaning against it. Both of them standing there with a respectable distance.

"It's quieter here, don't you think?"

"I suppose.."

Neither one knew what to say or where to begin. And Taehyung felt his cheeks blushing when seeing her there in the light of the illuminated water basin behind them. The soft and curious eyes, the dark curls that got longer over the months, swaying in the light breeze against her cuddly cheeks. He just wanted to hug her and hold her in his arms again. 

Cassandra straightened herself then, her sudden movement interrupting his silent gaping.

"Thank you for.. for this. The fountain show, I mean. How did you do it?"

He only gave her an ambigious smile. "Don't worry about that."

She hmphed at this but didn't persist as something else was more imprtant to her. "You asked me to let you explain yourself.. so go on. Explain why you kissed me in a way that knocked my breath away - something medically impossible by the way - only to disappear for months with nothing but a postcard as a sign of life."

He should've been astonished by her sudden straightforwardness, but he figured she was simply too fed up with him at this point. Still, he couldn't keep himself from biting back an unappropiate smirk that threatened to break onto his lips when hearing her description of the kiss. It flattered his ego as he agreed with her. "I didn't want to discuss it on the phone."

"Fair enough, then do it now."

His lips parted but his throat, however, felt dry and itchy. His mind an endless void, absent of all the words he wanted to say to her. All of the sudden, he felt like a deer caught in the headlights. And nothing came out. Lips pressing together again as he awkwardly looked away.

Cassandra's jaw clenched and she abrubtly checked the time on her phone. "If that's all, you've got to excuse me but I gotta head to work now and don't have time for this game."

He knew her night shift started at 10pm and they still had almost four hours to go, but he understood the cue and pushed himself off the railing.

"Didn't expect any less of someone as smart as you."

She only huffed at this. Her eyes wandered up to meet his. Something in the atmosphere shifting in that moment. She swallowed.

"You do realise songs and pretty flowers aren't enough, right?"

He nodded, taking a few steps closer to her. The light from the building's spotlights illuminating her face, bathing her in a warm almost etheral glow. "Of course I know."

She exhaled, looking away as she was unable to remain upset because at the end of the day, this was Taehyung. The only man that ever moved her.  And with a much gentler voice, she almost pleaded, "Just say it then. Say why you kissed me only to dip and disappear before.. before giving me the chance to properly react to it. Just cut the games and tell me."

"Cas.."

"Why can't you admit it?" Her voice raised now and she almost stomped her foot out of frustration. Why couldn't he just admit he was regretting it? "Whatever it is, I deserve a proper explanation. Don't I?"

He breathed. "Of course you do." He could tell she was trying her best to keep herself together but the angry tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks, gave her away. Along with her cracking voice.

"Why are you such a coward then? I thought a thief would be much braver."

He softly grabbed her arms, causing her to look him in the eyes. "It's easier to break into a safe or hunt down a treasure than putting into words.. I simply can't express myself properly. But for you I'll try." His steady voice held certainty and a promise she wanted to believe. "You're far more stubborn than anyone I've ever encountered before, you know that?" he smiled then and a faint, tiny grin finally crossed her face. Finally managing to steal a small giggle from her.

Cassandra sniffed then, wiping under her eyes. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black." Her expression clouded then. "What do you want from me, Tae?" she whispered, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface.

With a sigh, Taehyung took her cold hands in his warm ones and lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers. One of his hands heaved then, slender fingers brushing away a strand from her blushing cheek before tenderly touching her jaw. Cupping it with a pained expression on his features as his brows furrowed.

He didn't know what he was doing. That was not what he'd settled on. He knew he should stay away from her, he had decided on confessing his feelings but explain that it simply couldn't be. However, he didn't have the heart to do it anymore because, frankly, he didn't want to. His heart was betraying his mind in that moment and as much as he had argued with himself and chosen the rightful, the logical path, being there with her, getting lost in her fierce irises and holding her so close to him, made him weak.

And suddenly his lips were on hers, causing every synapse in her brain to short out for a moment before going to overdrive. Her whole body melted only to rebuild and float into the air.

The sensation of his lips gently pressing onto hers taking her back to the cold winter night months ago. And her lips instinctively moved against his.

Dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin.

She remembered them well, the chemical cocktail designed to make humans feel good and crave more. And indeed, it did. It did make her crave more. Just like that New Year's night back then. 

The first time she hadn't realised as it had been rushed and unexpected, but it was a terrifying thing, to let a thief kiss you like that. There was always the danger of him stealing more than just a kiss after all. And she feared that had already happened.

Taehyung held her closer. Trying telling her all the things he wasn't even sure what exactly they were with the press of his mouth on hers. Lips fueled by unknown desire. Not that it mattered, really. There was no way to hide it anymore. It was too overwhelming by now. He had never wanted anyone like this before. He'd had brief, sporadic flicker of interest here and there over the years, but nothing came even close to the way he felt when he was with her. And in that, he was certain.

She understood him, calmed him, laughed with him, saw what was underneath. The realest version of himself was the one he saw in her beautiful round eyes when being with her. He knew he could visit every country in the world, steal every treasure there was, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when he kissed Cassandra.

Their lips parted. Dark eyes flickering over her smooth features then. He didn't know what angel he owed this chance to, he was simply going to make it count. And eventually he breathed out the only right answer.

"You, Cassandra. I only want you."

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[brights-place]

Synth x s/o with panick attacks comfort? Love your writing your actually amazing :3

Synth comforting his S/o

Pairings: Synth X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Panic attacks, Anxiety

A/N: Synth is such an cutie I love him so much! GOD HE'S SUCH AN CUTE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY! I headcannon him with ADHD btw cause he shows some aspect and my friend also agreed on it

- You never cease to be surprised with synth with every day you spend together which is everyday as he discovers something new about you no matter how small and how you notice things about you too... even when how hard you try to hide your sadness and insecurities - Like I said Synth wasn’t the most emotionally aware troll so he finds it hard to understand your emotions sometimes

- It takes him awhile but he gets there just for you and just to see you smile again cause if your not smiling he wouldn’t know what to do. - Synth would stare at you confused as you were biting your lip while you both were at a rave - You weren't hyper or dancing with him so he noticed it quickly since you would always laugh with him dancing together but you weren't doing that - He just stared confused before taking your hand and pulling you away after nodding to trollex meaning Synth was gonna be helping you - He took you to an calmer area "(Name)- Uhm" He looked around nervously before making you sit down as you stared at the floor before tearing up "OH! I KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Synth said excitedly when seeing you tear up he swam off and came right back with items in his hands - He placed an seaweed blanket over you and handed you some of your favourite food - He just sits beside you waiting patiently but he is hearing the loudness of teh rave so he bops his head and smiles at you as you sniffle - You knew that The reason Synth likes raves so much is because he feels like it's the only time he can let loose and be free without worrying about anything else. He can let go of all his fears and anxieties and just have fun, knowing that everyone around him is doing the same. - Yet you couldn't help but relax that he was with you atleast - Synth paused and leaned in to you "sooo..." Synth started "Wanna talk about it?" Synth said taking your hand and lifting it up to cup his face as you smiled softly "No it would be a bother Honey" You muttered as Synth hummed leaning into your hand and smiling at you - You couldn't help but admire your lover. Synth always has a big smile on his face, even when things are difficult, and he can often be the light in the darkness... He is the sun to your moon - He reminds you that things will get better and that everyone has their own strengths and talents.

- He can see the beauty in everyone and always tries to highlight the best parts of each person.

- He never judges anyone for their past failures or mistakes, and he always seems to have the right thing to say to comfort them... and thats what he is doing right now trying his best to comfort you - You let out a sigh as synth cuddled you and join you in the seaweed blanket "I dont know... I just feel overwhelmed... you know?" Synth stared listening the best he could even with His ADHD you knew he was doing his best - His large doe eyes stared at you like an golden retriever smiling up at their owner - Synth stared listening as you ranted to him about how you were feeling this whole week. You felt drained and tired and you weren't feeling good yet you didn't know why you felt drained and tired - Synth is always there for you aka lover when you needed someone to talk to or to comfort them. He listens without judgment and provides support, understanding, and affection for you - he just nodded listening as you relaxed as he cuddled into you and kissed your lips for an moment which relaxed you as he pulled away "I understand that!" you smiled "You do?" Synth nodded "I mean I'm hyper 34/7 365 days every year but there's always one day or some longer that makes me feel tired! but I always get back up! and so will you!" Synth said happily as you sighed - He nuzzled into you and kissed your cheek as you cupped your cheek that he kissed before giggling and turning to Synth peppering his face with kisses as he smiled happily

- He makes sure to treat your feelings as seriously as he would want his to he treated so he makes sure that you are pampered with kisses

- He is always willing to go out of his way to make you happy as he makes sure you are relaxed and calm

- Synth is also very sweet and affectionate and always makes sure to tell you how much he loves and appreciates you for dating him and how he appreciates you opening up to him

- As the rave music in the background was soft and quiet Synth stood up and sticked out his hand towards you "You may feel down but you know what makes me happy? and I think the same would work for you" Synth said as you laughed "Dancing to the beats in the background" You replied raising an brow chuckling as Synth nodded quickly - You took his hand as he smiled bopping up and down as you giggled joining him dancing to the techno music and vibing together as you smiled at how he was hyper and always made sure to kiss your cheek when you were close beside each other while dancing - You knew synth isn't that great with emotions but he was doing his best and cared for you and you wouldn't change it at all. - Him just being there with you and smiling while making sure your hyped up with the music is enough for you too know that he loves you and wants you to fight of these feelings with something he knew that could make you feel better.

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[chaotic-on-main]

Dandelions | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ friends to lovers, first date, love confessions, just pure unadulterated FLUFF

☾ A/N ➼ I'm gonna have to start a separate thing for my song fics I s2g. The amount of songs I have written down to write fics about is insane. Anyways, this is actually a little fic I wrote for @humanitys-strongest-bamf because she said she really wanted a flower date written for her. I kinda took that idea as well as the inspiration from Ruth B's song Dandelions (attached below) AND I forgot Kat had also sent me a prompt request awhile back so this also fulfills that lmao. I hope y'all enjoy!! I've listened to this song for days on repeat so I hope I have captured it well.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2k

It had only taken a couple months for the pure titans to be disposed of, thanks to the efforts of the scouts. This eradication is the reason why you find yourself sneaking off for another lone ride before dusk falls. The hard part wasn’t getting your horse or permission to go outside the walls, it was trying to get out without too many questions from your fellow cadets. You didn’t know how to tell them this was your way of escaping from them and everything else that came crashing since the battle of Shiganshina.

“Oi oi oi! Where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice rings out behind you as you’re saddling up. You feel your heart jump with your body. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning around to face a stern Captain Levi.

“Just a little ride before dinner tonight, Levi. I already got the okay.” He eyes you wearily.

“By yourself?” He crosses his arms.

“Yes, by myself. It’s not like we have any threats out there anymore.” You roll your eyes, smile now fading, before turning back around to tighten straps.

“People can be just as dangerous.” He gripes back. You feel his eyes burning holes in your head.

“Sounds like someone is worried about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried. Who knows what trouble you’ll get yourself into.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Tch, I trust you.” His words make you grin, but you quickly wipe it off your face before turning back around once you’re satisfied with your gear. You stare at him for a moment, his eyes meeting yours a second later.

“I’ll be back. I promise.” You say softly as you grip your reins tightly ready to lead your horse out of the stables.

“Just be careful.” He mutters, stepping aside to give you space to leave. His words make your heart jump again. Your eyes linger on each other as you walk past, a quick nod shared between the two of you as a goodbye.

On today's ride, you decide to aim for a bundle of trees sitting at the base of a small mountain to the west of the southern gate that you had noticed a while back. A couple hours pass before your destination comes into view. By your estimate, you had about an hour before being forced to head back lest you be surrounded by darkness.

You stare into the thick trees as you hand feed a treat to your tied off horse, an abrupt nip at your fingers alerting you to your now treat-less palm. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat her nose reassuringly.

"I'll be back, okay? Don't go anywhere." You whisper up at her wide eyes. She bids you goodbye with another nip.

As you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and gangly trees, you can't help but feel excitement for what might be on the other side. Looking up, you use a hand to half cover your eyes from the late afternoon sun filtering in between the leafy branches. Bird song weaves through the now thickening trees and into your ears. You softly whistle the song back as your fingers fumble with the latches on your waist. After a moment, the sketchbook you currently use as a guidebook is free from its confines. As always with every expedition you've ever been on, you are ready to document anything you see and hear.

It takes several more minutes before you finally stumble into a clearing. Whatever you had expected to find, it was leagues under from your current display. A meadow, far grander than anything you've ever seen, expands in an oval in front of you. Trees surround the whole area tall and strong, like knights in a line of defense. A small stream cuts through diagonally, telling stories with its gentle babble. You step deeper into it all with your eyes as wide as can be, soaking in this picture-perfect moment.

Looking down as you walk, your eyes become overwhelmed with the multitude of colors peppering your vision. Flowers of various sizes and lengths shift in the breeze as you walk by and something in you warms. Your eyes catch something that makes you stop abruptly.

“Oh wow.” You whisper as you slide down to your hands and knees so that you are eye level with a particular looking plant that didn’t very much look like a flower at all. The stem is brown, an odd color, you think, but it looked like a normal stem at least. The top however, where the petals would be, was soft and… furry? You reach out and lightly touch it. Much to your surprise, some of the fuzzy bits detach and fly off into the wind. A burst of laughter escapes from your chest and a memory stirs within you at the sight.

Armin had talked to you about these plants - dandelions. According to him, if you blow on the white bits to make them scatter and make a wish at the same time, it will come true. It was so silly, you think, but really what could it hurt? People wish on shooting stars all the time - this would be no different.

It takes you a moment, but you find a dandelion perfect for the wish you had in mind. You decide to plop yourself into the plush grass next to the creek, flower in hand. You feel a rush of heat sear your cheeks at not only what you were about to do but also what you were about to wish for. After making sure you were alone with a quick survey around, you sit forward and stare hard at the white fuzz. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.

“I wish for Levi to be mine.” Then blow.

.

Levi calls your name from behind, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts for a moment. You pull back on your reins until Levi can fall into step with you. When you glance over, he arches an eyebrow at you with a silent question of, "Where are we going?" He must have noticed your change in course, now heading west instead of straight south. To be honest, you wouldn’t have even noticed that you had shifted directions if Levi hadn’t said anything. This ride has become second nature to you. After your initial discovery, the meadow quickly became your fortress of solitude and you found yourself coming back again and again without thinking about it.

After weeks of patiently waiting, an opportunity to team up with Levi to check out the port construction progression finally came. Whether that came from luck or your constant pestering to Commander Hange, you didn't know. Regardless, you were both nervous and excited to finally share your most prized secret with Levi no less. All you give him in return for his silent question is a simple, "Trust me." before squeezing your thighs together then galloping off, leaving your captain in the dust.

The sun bares straight down by the time you and Levi make it to your makeshift hitching post just outside your favored path. On the ground next to it sits a half bucket of water and you give yourself a mental reminder to fill it the next time you’re here. Levi doesn't say anything as he ties off his horse, mirroring your movements with deft fingers. Nor does he say anything as you pull off the basket you had tied onto your saddle so long ago hidden with goodies you packed the night before. He still doesn't say anything as he follows you on the beaten path you’ve made from your many visits. Levi's silence was normal, and yet…

"Aren't you going to ask where I'm taking you? I could be leading you to your death, you know." You glance back at Levi, eyes locking on each other. His expression might be unreadable to most, but to you there was a subtle bliss written all over his face. You shoot him a smile while you wait for his answer.

"You asked me to trust you. So I'm trusting you. Besides, you can't take me on your own. You got a death wish?" He grumbles back to you.

"Who said I was alone?" You quip as you twist back around to watch where you were going, swinging the basket in your hands as you walk. Levi scoffs behind you. A comfortable silence blankets the both of you yet again.

It takes a bit but finally the clearing comes into view and those anxious thoughts start clouding your mind again. What if he thinks this is a waste of time? What if he thinks you're ridiculous for this? What if he doesn't share the same feelings for you as you do for him? Levi calls your name again to get your attention. God, you loved how he said your name.

Your eyes focus just as you step through with Levi in tandem. There's a gentle wind today; it blows through the multi-colored meadow in a way that makes the flowers look like they're dancing. The breeze is even soft enough that your favored dandelions stay intact, not a single seed threatens to blow away.

"Is this where you’ve been escaping to?"

"You notice?" You glance his way nervously. As usual, he has no significant emotion on his face, but to say he was emotionless would be a lie. His eyes shift from the babbling creek to the colorful field and then onto your face, eyes soft. The way he looks at you, it makes a part of you feel so alive and free.

"Sometimes." His comment makes you look away, a flush of heat already nipping at your cheeks.

"I-uh, I wanna show you something." You set off deeper into the meadow without checking to see if he’s following.

A moment later, you come upon the spot you had surveyed a couple days in advance, perfect for what you had in mind. In a swift motion, you pull out a blanket from the basket hanging from your arm and splay it on the ground. Once settled, you plop yourself down on the cloth to keep it from flying away. When you look up, Levi’s staring at you incredulously.

“Is this a date?” he asks dryly.

“Do you want it to be?” You ask, patting the empty spot next to you as you do. He hesitantly sits down next to you, unsure of what to do with his body but eventually settles on sitting crisscross like you. He stares over at you, a little bit of shock cracking through his still features. “Levi, I’m kidding. It doesn’t have to be. I just wanted to show you my favorite spot.” You mutter over to him, rolling your eyes. You swallow down your nerves. Maybe he isn’t as interested in you as you had hoped. As you start to unpack the basket of the lunch rations you had stowed away, he speaks up softly.

“I wouldn’t mind. It being a date, I mean.” His voice stays monotone, but his words make you double-take at him. Levi is flushed pink, starting from his neck then ending at the tips of his ears. A wide grin breaks out on your face as you finally comprehend what he just said.

“Really? Because this would have been so embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, I would have had to run away and start a new life somewhere else. When I talked to Mikasa about this, she was all ‘love like this only happens once in a lifetime.’ and it made me think that you might actually be the love of mi-“ You’re cut off by Levi’s nimble fingers pulling your chin in his direction, his face a lot closer than you remembered it being. He whispers your name again.

“Shut up.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and tender. You don’t remember much after that, but you do know that whatever they said about wishing on dandelions had to be true. And you couldn’t wait to wish upon many more in the meadow now shared between you and Levi.

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[grilledbroccolli]

High School AU! y/n x Albedo

Modern High school AU

CW: ooc, fem!reader, love at first sight(you), slow burn?

You hated school, I mean who doesn't? But all you wanted to do was go home and sleep or maybe play some video games. Fortunately, school has just ended. Everyone packed their bags and get ready to temporarily leave this shit hole behind.

"OMG, you're not gonna believe what happened today!" Your best friend Cheryl exclaimed. According to statistic, she's probably gonna gush about her crush of 4 months.

"Wow, let me guess, he made eye contact with you for 5 seconds?"

"6!"

"Congrats."

"Hey that's kinda dry! But Kaeya also offered to buy me a drink during PE! That is the best part!"

"Actually that's pretty good. Only for you?"

"Exactlyyy! And no one else!" Cheryl had a huge crush on Kaeya. Can't blame her, Kaeya's quite the charming boy, both physically and vocally. He's quite popular in your grade for being flamboyant and being stepbrothers with Diluc, the ex-student council president. You don't personally know Kaeya like Cheryl as they are classmates but you sure do know a lot about him somehow.

Both you and Cheryl takes the usual walk to the train station near your school. You both bid goodbyes and head to different platforms. The train arrives, you walk in and you see no empty seats. Nothing special as it is peak hours currently. You stand against the wall beside the doors and put on your earphones. Today is nothing special, it's just like yesterday and the day before yesterday and so on and so forth. It's so mundane.

As the scenery changes before you, the rays of the setting sun bounces of the train interiors. It's such a calming atmosphere. You look up for a brief moment and saw a breathtaking view. Surprisingly this view is not from the outside but from the other wall beside the door, just across from you. You never thought someone could look so pretty. He's just like a prince. As if the sun is a paid actor, it landed just perfectly on the "prince" in front of you. His blond hair was glowing, emerald eyes was glued to... is he drawing while standing? The precision he have must be crazy. You noticed he was wearing your school's uniform. You never thought that one day your school's uniform could look this good but it did, only on him though. You must be staring for awhile cause he suddenly look up from his sketchbook and immediately make eye contact with you like he noticed your staring.

You look away embarrassed from your carelessness and quickly take out your phone from your pocket to act normal. You heard a faint snicker from the boy across from you. It was so faint that you register as you hearing things.

As your journey home continues, you wondered who is he since he wears the same school uniform as you. Is he younger than me or older? The more you take quick glances at him the more you familiarize yourself with his face. He looks familiar. You thought harder. Kaeya's best friend? If Cheryl haven't gave you extensive knowledge of Kaeya, you might completely have no idea of his best friend. Cheryl on a few occasions have told you about Kaeya's elementary school friend whom he always hang out with. You don't remember his name but you saw him briefly in pictures Cheryl showed you. I should ask Cheryl.

As you arrive at your station you walk off the train but not without giving the temporarily nameless, probably your best friend's crush's best friend a final glance. Both of you make eye contact and you saw the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He definitely noticed me. You couldn't help but freeze where you are standing as he looks at you. Not long after, the door closes and you can only helplessly look at the train leaving the station.

///

It is 9pm, you and Cherly's scheduled game time.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! I'm dying! Don't walk into the wall!"

"O- oh shit! I lagged." You couldn't focus. The sight of the angelic prince in the sunlight keeps replaying in your mind.

"Y/n, you good? You keep spacing off."

"Y-ya I'm good just bad internet, it happens all the time."

"Dude, you bar is consistently green, what do you mean."

"Ok, it's me but it's also his fault."

"Who's fault?"

"Do you know Kaeya's best friend?"

"Of course. What about him? Why so interested all of a sudden?~"

"I'm not so interested. I'm just wondering about what is his name again?"

"Albedo." Albedo. So that's his name. You still are suspicious if he's actually Albedo the Guy on the Train. You take the game pause time to search his name on Instagram.

"So... are you gonna tell me what's up?"

"No and see you tomorrow."

"W- wai-"

You end the call cause you found his account. @chalkprince_0913. Ok to be fair it was quite easy. You just stalked through Kaeya's account and goes through his tagged photos to find him. But you are sure it's Albedo. You couldn't just look at his post right now as it is on private, but you can still look through the photos that he is in through Kaeya's posts. Looking at his face again, he sure is pretty, even in group photos. You look at his face for what feels like forever until you got a message from Cheryl.

Cherry: What did you end the call on me?!!

(You): Goodnight

///

"So, what happened?"

"(sigh), I saw an angel."

"Wow, that's not what I expected."

"On the train yesterday, I saw an angel. He's glowing in front of my very eyes."

"I would have guess is Albedo."

"Ya."

"~Omg, girlie is in love~~"

"Oh shut it."

"I can help hook you up~ Only if you want." For a second you're tempted but your ego is telling you no. You haven't had a crush in awhile and you always told yourself not to, but here you are, basically love at first sight with a boy you saw briefly on the train. You find it hard to believe you're in your right mind right now.

"No."

///

School just ended. You unfortunately had basketball practice today. But luckily basketball is a good distraction from Albedo.

While you were focusing on the ball that your teammate was about to pass to you, he is right there. Right there by the window of the chemistry lab on the second floor of the building beside the court. He is looking at you. Both of you made eye contact as the ball landed flat on your left cheek.

"Y/n!" Everyone on the court head over to check up on you.

"Are you ok? Someone get an ice pack!" Albedo's figure was slowly block by your worried teammates' face. Someone hold an ice pack against your left cheek and guide you to a nearby bench. The ice pack was on your face for awhile. As the game continue on without you. Your coach advise you to go back home early to get some rest.

"You seem tired Y/n. Go home and get some rest and uh... hope the bruise is not gonna be bad."

You call your mom to come fetch you because you refuse to go on a train with an ice pack glued to your face. You know that the bruise is gonna be bad with that kind of impact.

As you walk pack up your bags, a pack of chocolate milk appears in front of your face. You look up and it was Albedo. Your face turn red . You didn't expect him to be appear in front of you.

"Hey, are you ok?"

"Y- ya. Ha ha... it's just a minor bruise (ain't no way). We get it all the time y'know, ha ha. Sports, it's normal, ha ha." Your words are all over the place.

"I see... but take it. Are you heading home now?"

"Ya. Couch told me to." You saw him carrying his bag with him. "You too?"

"Yes. Train station?"

"No, my mom is picking me up today."

"Oh. Here, this is a remedy for bruises. Apply it three times a day, your bruise should lighten in a week." Albedo hands you a bruise medication that he conveniently have on hand.

"T- thanks."

"See you."

"S- see you!" As his figure walks away, you left there standing in shock of what happened. This was the first ever conversation both of you had shared. Minus the stuttering, it just seem so normal somehow. He spoke as if he knew you. As if both of you had many conversations before.

Shit! I forgot to get his contacts!

[hitomisuzuya]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN?! NO WAY.

SO.... I've been in a complete Xiao kick lately, for some reason. Could I request a fluffy confession followed by smut?

I really don't have many preferences, just afab reader and preferably dom Xiao.. I'm just down bad for anything related to him right now.

~ 🫧 anon

Dom!Xiao x fem!reader. Smut. Fluffy love confession.

a/n: I am keeping a close eye on the poll, everyone. It seems like Scara is gonna be the clear winner with Nagito in second😌 I'm curious to see who wins tomorrow. And hello there, Bubble anon (I couldn't find the cute bubble emoji on my phone😭). I hope you enjoy, and I hope you don't mind that I wrote the reader confessing😌 and Happy Easter, everyone who is reading this.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx and @kichikichiko

It all started with you asking Xiao to go on a walk with you. The sun was starting to set, and what Xiao didn't know is that you had a small handful of almonds in your pocket.

You had it all planned.

You asked him to come with you to Wuwang Hill, what you thought was the prettiest place in Liyue.

Your heart started to pound when Xiao abruptly asked you, "What are we doing here, y/n?" You looked so beautiful standing underneath the purple red clouds. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight. "You look pretty, by the way," He breathed out in a shy tone

"I'm glad that you asked, Xiao," You replied, blushing in a way Xiao found totally adorable. You reached into your pocket, and cupped your hand around the almonds.

They were kind of almonds you would put in Almond Tofu. His favorite.

"I love you, Xiao," You confessed, fidgeting nervously, holding out the almonds to him. "Please, accept these almonds as a token of my love for you."

Xiao stared at the almonds in your hand. He blinked once, twice, then three times before he spoke, "You love me?" He asked in quiet disbelief. He didn't think anyone would ever fall in love with him, much less someone like you.

"Yes, Xiao, I do love you. I have awhile now. I mean, I know there are much prettier girls out there than me.." You trailed off, biting your lower lip in a way that made Xiao almost moan outloud. How many times had he fantasized about biting your lower lip as he kissed you?

Xiao's body moved on it's own, his lips crashing against yours in almost an instant. One hand cupped your jaw, his thumb skimming over it. You felt his other hand on the back of your head, pressing your mouth against his.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, curling it around yours. "Don't say that about yourself," He mumbled against your mouth, his teeth grazing across your lower lip.

Moaning, you.wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "I want you, Xiao," You said, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss that left you both breathless.

There was something about your tone of voice that made his cock harden. He swore his brain stopped working a moment. "Then, get down on your knees, and serve the Conqueror of Demons," He growled.

Nodding, you sank to your knees, palming your hand over his hardening cock outside his pants. Xiao groaned, tangling his fingers in your hair before gripping it tightly. "Your mouth is going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

Once you took his cock out from his pants, you pumped your hand along it a few times, making him rut needily into your hand. Your swept out to lick the precum off the tip, teasing the tip of your tongue before sucking on it.

"Suck just like that," Xiao commanded, pushing his cock all the way into your mouth, making your throat spasm around it when you coughed. He gave politely gave you time to start breathing through your nose before setting the pace for you, using your hair as leverage to bob your head up and down on his cock.

Your moan vibrated along his cock, making it twitch and throb in your mouth. You flattened your tongue as you sucked, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

The wet noises your mouth made as you sucked made both of blush because of how lewd it sounded. It turned Xiao on more, making his thrusts sloppy as he fucked himself into your throat.

"I have always wanted to ruin your throat first before I take you back to Wangshu Inn and fuck you raw. I'll make you scream for me while I cum inside of you," He babbled, his eyes transfixed captivated at the drool pooling from the corners of your mouth onto his pelvis.

When his cum painted his throat, Xiao's fingers loosened on your hair, letting you suck until he felt he was spent. You gagged a little before obediently swallowing.

[sickiesope]

ummm can you do one where hoseok has been having like recurring migraines or something and the members are all worried about him?

Here it is anon, I'm so sorry for the wait! My brain's been stuck for awhile but I hope ur still around and it's to your liking! 💜💜

Headsick

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretakers: OT7

Summary: Everything seems to be giving Hobi a headache lately.

The guys are having a fun weekend off and that includes a night of home karaoke along with some drinks. Hoseok was singing and dancing for a good while before his head felt a little dizzy and heavy. He thought it was just the drinks hitting but this was a more painful kind of dizzy. He decided that's enough alcohol for him tonight.

Jungkook and Jimin are racing to chug their drinks with the others chanting "Go! Go! Go!" Hoseok's head hurts just from watching it. Hoseok tries to drink water to balance out. The glass is cold and has a lot of ice in it. He almost wants to hold it up to his forehead but that would be weird. Instead he sinks his face into his cold hands on the table. He flinches when JK and Jimin hastily put down their empty glasses.

"Yah! Careful guys, you're scaring Hobi" Namjoon jokes.

Hoseok forcibly laughs, his voice sounding like a weird smothering echo in his head.

Hoseok wants to enjoy himself, he really does. But this pesky headache is watering it down. He just stares into space with the blurry clamor of Taehyung and Jimin trying to pick a song.

"Hoba you okay?" Yoongi asks him, gently touching his knee.

"Huh? Oh, yeah hyung..I guess I'm just tired" Hoseok sighs. The dancer ended up going to bed earlier that night.

***

Hoseok slept for eleven hours but still woke feeling out of it. He only had two drinks and barely finished the second.

"Hobi hyung, wanna go for a walk?" Jungkook puts on a hoodie.

Hoseok looks outside and his face expression looks less than thrilled at the idea. "Hmm.. I don't think I can.." the dancer mumbles.

"Oh? Are you feeling okay hyung?" JK looks at Hoseok's face. He looks so tired despite sleeping the most.

"Yeah, just a slight headache is all."

"Don't worry hyung, you should rest up. We're gonna be busy again soon."

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Hoseok's been like this on and off a few days now. He was slow getting ready and really wanted to sleep in. It's warmer out than expected and that seems to be bothering him too. Traffic is heavy and they're moving at a snail's pace. Hoseok is getting that dull pain in his head again. Near his eyebrows he feels it most. Hoseok gently massages the area with his thumbs. When that doesn't feel like enough he uses his knuckles. He doesn't care how funny it might look.

Hoseok keeps sighing and grunting in the back seat and Seokjin glances at him a few times. The eldest wants to ask what's wrong but doesn't want to pry. He assumed it was because Hobi didn't finish his coffee.

"Come on, we're running behind schedule!" their manager calls. The members are speed walking down the hallway after rushing from the car. It all feels like a blur to Hoseok despite his body feeling so heavy.

The rap line have a busy day of recording today and they wanted to stream some of it. Hoseok loves showing the creativity process with the fans and he's usually shining and lighting up the room with his smile. But the lighting in the room itself feels too much.

There it is again.

Everything seems to be giving Hobi a headache lately. It's now a pulsing that radiates throughout and he feels warm.

"Hm, hold on, its lagging" Yoongi said about the phone. Hoseok feels like his brain is lagging. He can't really pay attention with this pain. It feels like he has weights tied at his arms and his head feels like a loud alarm bell with intense ringing in his ears. It hurts. The last thing he needs is to mess up on camera. Nope, not if Hobi can help it. He stands there smiling and nodding as if the light isn't making him feel like a vampire in the sun.

Hoseok wipes his forehead and looks down at the floor. "Hey Hobi, army is up there!" Yoongi points to the camera "they can't see your beautiful face!"

Hoseok lifts his head smiling tightly. He waves and dances for about 10 seconds before the pain behind his eyes gets too much. He quickly turns around and buries his face into Namhoon's broad frame. "Awwh, our Hobi is extra adorable today!" 

Hoseok just stays like that for a minute before peeling away. "Oh uh, sorry Joon" he says sheepishly.

Namjoon looks at Hobi's face. He leans in and whispers "are you alright?"

"Yeah..I'm fine" Hoseok murmurs "slight headache but it's okay." The dancer casually walks away holding one side of his head. He's going just fast enough to escape but not look rushed. But the others still catch on and get concerned for their sunshine. They decide to turn the cam off.

"Hyung, what's wrong?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok finally caves. "Ugh, I think I have a migraine.. I can't do this.." he says feebly. His head feels like it's shattering inside. "I need to sit down somewhere."

Yoongi takes him to a nearby chair and gives him a fresh water bottle. Namjoon lends him a pair of his sunglasses. It helps a little with the light but the throbbing persists.

"Did you take anything for it hyung?"

"Yeah, but maybe I should've tried something else. I think I feel worse" Hobi groaned. He sinks in the chair and just holds his head. "Ugh, this wasn't part of the plan"

"It's okay hyung, we'll try again when you feel better" Namjoon rubs his back.

"Awwh, the fans are all wishing you well Hoba" Yoongi shows him. Hoseok is warmed by the love and he feels more relaxed.

[icaruskey]

@pillowspace So... this isn't the time loop au but I thought you might enjoy something a little different considering I'm going to be spending my next few ficlets doubling down on the whump. I really really like dangerous Moon and exploring the cruelty of turning a daycare attendant into an assistant murderer.

So to counterbalance that I'm gonna write a little bit of clone au, and am tagging you in it for the love and maintenance of caring for your resident DCA. If you don't want to be tagged or see the other parts it's okay to let me know!

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When you applied, it'd been for a laugh. You'd never expected to be standing outside a large plexi and metal cylinder, watching as a seven foot (eight foot? You've never been particularly good at guessing sizes) jester animatronic be tested by a diagnostic robot.

Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing, really.

The computer in front of you dings, and you glance at it. Everything had gone green except for a part in the animatronic's chest. You squint and check your notes on what to do before opening the service chamber.

"Hello! How does everything look doc?" The animatronics' personalities aren't shut down during maintenance, a fact that had startled you the first time you'd been tasked to touch up the paint on the wolf's nails. Roxy? She wasn't one of the originals, so you found it harder to remember her name.

This one is new too. A sun themed jester for the daycare with flexible rays that softly flutter as it watches you pick up a wrench. It doesn't have pupils, possibly so the children don't know where it's looking and discourage misbehaviour. You're not sure how it wouldn't be off-putting.

Then again, this animatronic was designed by the same company who hired a biologist in place of a mechanic, so maybe you shouldn't be so surprised. Fazbear seems like a company that failed upwards despite shooting itself in both feet and eyes.

Ha, your sense of humor is coming back. Your therapist will be pleased.

You stand in front of the animatronic now, tapping the wrench lightly against its front panel. "Oh, are you hoping for a surprise? Sorry, but we don't have a cake hatch like the glamrocks." It does help with unlatching it's hatch, pulling the ruffle around its neck up, the sun rays retracting as you feel for the indentations along the smooth ridge of metal. It had to be hidden and baby proofed since it was a daycare attendant.

The hatch swings open and the smell of burning plastic is accompanied by an outpouring of glitter, falling over your hands and apron, the operating table and onto your shoes and the grubby floor below. You stare at the rainbow of color before looking up at the animatronic blankly.

It has released its ruffle and waves its hands apologetically. "I am so sorry. Of course I'll help clean it up but ---" Your blank stare comes across as unnerving for most people, but you're surprised when it seems to affect the animatronic as well. "A little one decided they wanted to make me pretty since it's been awhile since I've had the chance to clean up. I must've forgotten all about it with how busy I've been. How bad is it inside?" It tries to peer inside, but the rays get in the way.

You look too, covering your mouth and nose with one hand. It's not too bad, you guess. Most of the glitter has melted around the hottest moving parts, and the fan was clogged, making it all the worse. You snap a picture before showing it to the animatronic. It wasn't. A conscious thing to do. Later, you would reason it out as a way to document your work. There was no way the higher ups would like you tinkering so much otherwise.

"Oh! Well, that is bad I suppose. Thank you for showing me." The animatronic watches you curiously as you set down your wrench, going back to the table in search of something. "I've not caught your name friend. I'm Sun! Or Sunny to friends. I'd like to think we're friends, since you're going inside me."

There's a moment of hesitation, and you take the time to test the can you've found. It hisses sluggishly, making you frown. You can feel the animatronic's eyes on you. Sun, Sunny. Your hand twitches involuntarily, and you drop the can.

"Oh!" You hear Sunny move, and turn in time to see him taking one long stride to bend and fetch the can. It holds the hatch still, keeping it from smacking into your arm. "Here you go. I saw you don't like bending down so..."

You're face to plate with it now, and you can hear the mechanics in its head clicking and whirring softly. You can't shake the feeling that it's looking past your skin and inside you, all the way down into your marrow. You shiver and push it back, rubbing your arms and looking to the side. Ignoring its apologies as it returns to the table, still holding the can of air.

You find a new can and test it as well. It hisses sharply, blowing specks of glitter off your sleeve. When you return to the table, you hold out your phone again. Typed out on it is your name.

Delicate long fingers wrap around yours so the animatronic can read the small text. They're warm and smooth and it surprises you how softly it holds you. "Ah, that is a lovely name. It's like sunshine."

When it lets go, you can't help the heat creeping up your neck from the compliment. Or, more rightly so, the very genuine sounding warmth that came from Sunny's voice. How could that be programmed in?

[trash-magics-blog]

"When you walked out that door, a piece of me died" F!Reader x Rodolfo Parra pt.1

Summary: You go on a trip during the summer and meet a handsome stranger but will he only be a summer fling or something more?

(This will be a longer fic so I'm gonna break it into parts, and it's gonna be filled with some angst and NSFW and fluff, a little variety this is also very like, not realistic but who cares, spice of life also, Im taking the fact that Rudy's actor Bayardo, rides motorcycles and giving that to rudy)

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Summer. The blazing sun, the cold drinks and the opportunities it offers is all so exciting, especially for someone who likes to travel like yourself. This summer you decided to go to a nice little town called Las Almas, where there's endless parties and new people to meet. You were staying at the El Domicilio, a fancy hotel with a nice bar attached to it that you were for sure gonna use to your advantage. You planned on just taking your summer vacation nice and easy letting things come and go... Until you met a handsome stranger by the name of Rodolfo Parra.

Not Surprisingly, you were at the bar people watching mostly and just enjoying a nice drink but someone caught your eye. A handsome man who was talking to the Bartender, they seemed to be friends, to you they were both extremely hot but there was just something about the one that seemed to pull you in. Before you knew it the bartender came over with another drink and gave you a smile, his name tag read "Alejandro". "Here you go mi señora, another drink from a certain someone you can't take your eyes off" Alejandro said, a joking tone to his voice, you got slightly embarrassed that he caught you staring but you appreciated the extra drink.

Right after Alejandro gave you your drink and walked away to help someone else you saw his hands on the bar next to you, the same stranger you were eyeing earlier causing you to smile and look away as you got sorta shy now, he had different plans though. "Oh don't be getting all shy on my now, quiero ver esa cara bonita tuya" he said smiling, his voice made your stomach tingle almost and you looked back at him, god was he a sight. From his rough looking hands to his muscles he was all around a very attractive man. "Thank you for the drink...?" You trailed off, waiting for him to say his name. "Rodolfo but you can call me Rudy and you are?"

"Y/n, it's very nice to meet you Rudy", You said playfully and held out your hand, his hands felt smooth and the cold steel of his rings made your skin tingle, you guys held eye contact for longer than expected but it felt good. Over the course of the night you and Rudy talked about anything, you two were constantly laughing and being a little loud but you were having fun, you liked Rudy, a lot. When it was time for you to head home Rudy couldn't pass the opportunity to escort you, "Here, I'll walk you to your room mi señora, which room?" He asked as he took your hand in his. "5th floor, room 505" you guys made your way to the elevator and mostly stood in silence, until Rudy spoke up, "Thank you for tonight by the way, its been a pleasure Y/n". You smiled and shuffled your feet a bit, his voice was soothing and he made you feel safe even though you just met about 3 hours ago, he just had that way about him, Rudy was a good guy.

When you both got to your room door you sighed and looked at Rudy, you didn't wanna see him go but there will always be tomorrow, you were gonna be in Las Almas for awhile anyway. "I guess this is goodbye?" When you said that Rudy just chuckled and stepped towards you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "I can't let you go that fast, how about I come back tomorrow and show you around Las Almas?" You hugged him back and nodded, "sounds good, promise you'll be back?" You questioned, you have had some bad experiences with people never coming back and you just had to make sure Rudy would be back. "Of course". Rudy then left and you went to your room, you laid on the bed and thought for awhile not knowing exactly what to think of the situation but you were gonna welcome it with open arms. What was the worst that could happen anyway?

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This was just part one so hopefully I can get the other parts out soon, I hope you guys enjoy! And feel free to give some constructive criticism, I'm still new to this so tips are appreciated!

[redhead1180]

https://pin.it/6PAs5hbD9. Tell me why this looks like the look he gives you right before he’s about to tickle the absolute shit out of you or after he’s teased you incessantly and now you’ve confessed your feelings lol . Perhaps tickling your feet until you confessed your feelings . Anyway story ?

Hey sweetie my tickle anon is back 🤗🤭 ok, I gotchu boo. So it started all cute and funny and end with lots of fluff. Hope you like it.

"JJ, why are you looking at me like that" I question raising an eyebrow.

"Don't know what you're talking about baby" JJ says nonchalantly, "I'm just looking at my future girlfriend"

"HA!" I scoff "we have been through this JJ, your are not my type. Your every other girl's type on this island, but not mine* I huff out as I turn around back to the kitchen counter at the chateau .

Now truthfully, I did really like JJ, but he scared me. He was a player who left girls crying. I did not want to be one of them. And even though he had not stopped teasing, flirting, and being a complete menace, I didn't think he was really serious. Besides he has always said he wasn't the girlfriend type, so I hid my feelings.

He snuck up behind me and placed his hands on my waist.

"Please understand that what I am about to do was out of necessity" he whispers huskily in my ear.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my waist and started tickling me. I jumped and yelled "NO JJ!" as I tried to slide away. I was really pinned in and could not go anywhere. The counter in front of me, JJ behind me and his arms on either side.

"STOP JJ" I laugh, trying to pull his hands from waist.

"Not until you admit you like me" JJ chuckled.

"I don't...*laughs*....like you...*squeals*....THAT way!" I finally pant out laughing uncontrollably. I'm trying to push his hands away, using my butt to try and push him back, anything to get free.

"Yes you do" he grunts out "just admit it."

"JJ I'm gonna pee my pants"

"Well tell me you like me or just pee your pants" he laughs

"I.... STOP... JJ... NO... IM SERIOUS... JJ" I try to demand, but it just comes out weak from laughing. I didn't want to admit, but he was right. But I was going to seriously pee my pants and JJ would keep doing it until I did.

"ALRIGHT... STOP... YES... OK... YES... I DO LIKE YOU" I yelled at him, giving him a hard shove with my butt, as he stops. "You happy now, yes I do like you"

He turns me around and gently rubs the areas he was just tickling. I keep my head down, not wanting to look at him. He places his finger under my chin to pull my head up, but I jerk my head away, with a whine, and look at the side. He grabs my chin now and forces me to look at him. I close my eyes, now that I was facing him, still not wanting to look at him.

"Open your eyes" he demands gently.

Knowing I didn't have a choice, I take a deep and shaky breath, and open my eyes. He is so close to my face, our noses are nearly touching, I can see the little freckles on his nose from the sun. His ocean blue eyes are staring back at me intently. I waited for the teasing to come.

"I like you too" he says softly. I suck in a breath a little shocked.

"JJ, you've always said you didn't want a girlfriend and have never taken a girl seriously." I rasp out, "How do I know you won't get bored of me like you do every other girl?

"Fair point" he concedes "Your the only girl I've ever had my eyes on, but I was afraid to ruin our friendship. I- I know you're scared, hell so am I, but I really, really, like you and have for awhile. I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you. And I can guarantee that I am not gonna get bored with you."

I've known JJ forever and knew when he was lying, he wasn't. He was nervous, but he wasn't lying. I gently cupped his face and leaned in to softly kiss him. He gasped, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist pulling me close. He tapped his tongue on my lips and I opened up for him. We both moaned as our tongues danced for dominance. I eventually let him win and he angled my head to deep end the kiss. My arms went around his neck and one hand rant my fingers thru his hair. Our bodies were melded together as we literally tried to devour each other.

I needed air and pulled my head back gasping. He looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"Is that a yes" he cocks up an eyebrow and grins.

"Fuck.. yes it's a yes" I chuckle.

"Woah hoo" he screams as he picks me up and spins us around. I laugh and bury my head in his neck.

[iguessitsjustme]

💭 🏳️‍🌈 😡 🥇

*eats pickles* FINE.

💭 something that you find annoying in BLs

LET CHARACTERS KEEP THEIR GLASSES (lol you're the one that reminded me of this)

🏳️‍🌈 something you wish wasn’t so common in BLs

I already said the glasses thing...ummmm...I wish more BLs had an ending consistent with the rest of the show *stares directly into GMMTV's soul* I know GMMTV is the worst at it, but they certainly aren't the only ones. There have been other shows recently that had pacing issues where the ending felt rushed or inconsistent with the rest of the show.

😡 your least fave character

Gonna go with a recent one because I have many that could be my least favorite but Sun from 23.5 can kiss my ass. I hate her so much.

🥇your personal no.1 BL of all time

Now this is rude. There are about 5 I could list here. Probably more. So for now I'm gonna go with Old Fashion Cupcake. Haven't talked about that one in awhile but it is literally the perfect show to me.

BL Ask Box

[marzmeltdown]

Familiar Taste of Poison - pt.3

⌦ Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): series,, angst,, fluff ⌦ chapter specific genre: fluff,, angst ⌦ Warning(s): !!TW: LIGHT MENTIONS OF Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse, mentions of depression!!, reader kinda uses Wonwoo, a lot of this will be in multiple pov's(I will clarify when it changes pov's), some mention of being sick, swearing, most of this chapter is all Wonwoo's pov, Wonwoo goes on a date with someone else. ⌦ Word count: 3.07k ⌦ Summary: You and Wonwoo have been friends since childhood, though you're both a little estranged from one another, the only contact being when you call Wonwoo for help. ⌦ A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the last two but a lot happens to push the plot forward. It's really random that I put skz in here but I needed someone who had a sister. Fun fact about me, cause it's brought up in this chapter: I'm allergic to apples. The end of this chapter almost had a bitch crying at 4 am. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:) ⌦ I have attached a link to a website with help hotlines around the world, this series has heavy themes of mental health and substance abuse. This link will be added to every chapter. ⌦ International Mental Health hotlines

⌦ Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

⌦ marz’s tag list ⌦ marz’s req form

⌦(Wonwoo's pov) It had been a little while since he had heard from you; granted, you had never gone longer than a month without needing him to clean up your messes. This new-found silence from being your knight in shining armor allowed him to begin streaming again. For awhile, he had stopped because your calls of need would come in at least 4-5 times a week.

To say he missed you would be an understatement; he would lie awake after a long night of streaming, waiting for his phone to ring so he could pick you up. After three weeks of no calls, he began to believe that you had fully forgotten about him, all because of a little spat that he could've handled better. He had plans to express how he felt about you, but the world had different plans that day. Maybe you two just weren't meant to be friends anymore.

Wonwoo had tried to take his mind off things; he would distract himself by playing video games until the sun went down. That night, like every other night, he stayed up to play online with a few friends.

"If I die one more time because you're not paying attention, I'm gonna strangle you," Vernon threatened through Wonwoo's headphones. To be honest, Wonwoo was a little distracted today; he kept glancing down at his phone, hoping for a call, a text, or something.

"Sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind," Wonwoo replied, the sounds of his mouse clicking and keys clacking filling his room and his eyes beginning to grow tired from staring at such a bright screen for an extended period of time.

"Woo, you need to let her go. She's clearly not interested in your friendship and hasn't been for awhile," Minghao said. If Minghao were talking to anyone else, they surely would've been offended, appalled that he could say something so cold so calmly, but Wonwoo appreciated his honesty; he wouldn't want Minghao to be any other way.

"I agree with Hao; you should put yourself out there; stop waiting for someone who isn't hurting without you," Seungcheol chimed in, everyone having paused their game to give Wonwoo some free therapy while they sat in the Fortnite lobby.

"Are you guys suggesting a date?" Wonwoo asked, pushing his glasses up as he put his hands on his face, muffling his question just a bit.

"Well, I wasn't, but I know someone who'd be great for you," Seungcheol said. He could hear the shrug in his voice, playing matchmaker so nonchalantly. "I'll send you her info; she thinks you're cute anyway," he added. Within seconds, his words were emphasized by the sound of Wonwoo getting a text message. He glanced at the notification, half hoping it was from you and half hoping it wasn't.

It wasn't.

Wonwoo opened his phone, seeing that Seungcheol had sent her Instagram profile along with her phone number. He clicked on the link, leaning back in his chair as he scrolled through the professionally taken photos that filled the girl's profile.

"She is really cute," Wonwoo said, clicking on a few photos. There was a familiar face in a few of the photos, though they looked too much alike to be anything more than siblings.

"Seungcheol, is this Chan's sister?" Wonwoo asked, zooming in on one of the photos to get a better look at the girl's alleged brother.

"Bang Chan?" Seungcheol asked.

"Yea, Bang Chan,"

"Yea, why?"

"Just curious," Wonwoo said. He chewed on his bottom lip as he swiped back into his messaging app, looking down at the series of numbers Seungcheol had given him. "You said she thinks I'm cute?"

"Yeah, she talks about you all the time at work," Seungcheol said.

"Well, I'll text her when we get off. Wanna go for one more round?" Wonwoo asked, setting his phone down and getting ready to unpause the game.

"Sounds good," everyone said, continuing with their match.

One game turned into two.

Two games turned into four.

4 turned into 6.

By the time Wonwoo looked at the clock on the PC that displayed his Discord server, he was shocked.

3:26 a.m.

Wonwoo must have really had a lot on his mind; he never stayed up this late, not unless you had needed his help. He yawned, stretching his back when they were back to the games lobby, cracking his neck as it had grown stiff from sitting hunched over a keyboard for so long.

"I think I'm gonna get off guys, I'm getting tired," he said, not waiting for them to object before closing the game and turning his headphones, mic, and pc's off. Wonwoo grabbed his phone as he got up, walking to his closet to grab a pair of night pants and changing into them.

He unlocked his phone, looking at the number again as he began brushing his teeth. After a moment of hesitation, he finally added Hannah's contact information to his phone, messaging her as soon as he finished brushing his teeth.

⌦ Wonwoo: Hey, it's Wonwoo. I know this is super random, but Seungcheol gave me your number, if that's okay.

Wonwoo didn't expect an immediate answer; it was almost 4:00 in the morning. He looked at the unopened message as he left the bathroom, slipping his phone into his pocket and turning off the light. His phone dinged as soon as he walked into his room, and he only opened it once he had lied down in bed.

⌦ 3:55 a.m.

⌦ Hannah: Hey, Wonwoo! It's totally chill; why're you up so late? (Read 3:55 a.m.)

Wonwoo found himself smiling at her message and answering immediately.

⌦Wonwoo: I could ask you the same thing, lol. (Read: 3:57 a.m.)  ⌦Wonwoo: But I was playing Fortnite with Cheol and a few other friends and lost track of time. (Read: 3:57 a.m.)

⌦Hannah: That sounds like a lot of fun. (Read: 4:00a.m.) ⌦Hannah: Why did Cheol give you my number anyway? (read: 4:00 a.m.)

⌦Wonwoo: Uh, he's trying to play matchmaker. (Read: 4:00 a.m.)

⌦Hannah: Right (Read: 4:01 a.m.) ⌦Hannah: Well, what are you doing tomorrow? (Read: 4:01 a.m.)

⌦Wonwoo: Nothing as of right now. (Read: 4:02 a.m.)  ⌦Wonwoo: Why are you trying to ask me out? (Read: 4:02 a.m.)

⌦Hannah: Yea. (Read: 4:02 a.m.)  ⌦Hannah: How's coffee sound tomorrow at noon? (Read: 4:02 a.m.)

⌦Wonwoo: You're straight to the point, aren't you? lol (Read: 4:03 a.m.)  ⌦Wonwoo: But, noon tomorrow sounds great! (Read: 4:03 a.m.)

⌦Hannah: Great, I'll send you the cafe's info tomorrow. I'm about to fall asleep (Read: 4:03 a.m.)

⌦Wonwoo: Awesome, sleep well (Delivered: 4:04 a.m.)

Wonwoo reread the small interaction he had with Bang Chan's sister, smiling softly as he put his phone on the charger. He turned off his light, took his glasses off, and went to bed.

⌦(Wonwoo's POV cont) Wonwoo was thankful for his habitual routine of waking up at 9:00 a.m. every morning, regardless of when he went to bed. He forgot to set an alarm, having fallen asleep as soon as he put his glasses on his nightstand. Waking up this early gave him a few hours to kill before he had to get around, creating a schedule in his head for how long it would take him to eat breakfast, take a shower, shave, get dressed, and drive to the cafe. He planned on being 15 minutes early; he was always early.

Hannah had already sent Wonwoo the address of the cafe; thankfully, it was only a fifteen-minute drive from his apartment complex with traffic. He ate a light breakfast of two pieces of toast and a glass of apple juice; he'd be damned if he were going to willingly drink orange juice. He rarely ate toast, but with few food ingredients in his fridge or cabinet, toast was his only option.

With thirty minutes to spare after getting ready, Wonwoo grabbed his keys, locking his door as he left to go to his car. Hannah was already at the cafe when he got there, sitting in her car as she waited. Wonwoo parked next to her, pulling out his phone to let her know he was there. When she looked up from her phone, he waved at her with a smile, stepping out of her car to greet her on the sidewalk.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it," Hannah smiled as she pulled the taller male into a hug. Wonwoo was stunned at first; she surely was a bold woman, which he seemed to like about her.

"Why wouldn't I?" He chuckled, hugging her back for a moment before they pulled away and walked into the cafe.

It was a small cafe owned by a sweet elderly couple from France. The cafe always had French music playing softly through the store speakers; normally, Wonwoo would have found it nice and cozy, but today it felt cheesy. The two sat down after having ordered their drinks, exposing the poor barista to a small argument over who was paying for their drinks. Hannah won.

"So, tell me about yourself." Hannah smiled, taking a sip from her cappuccino before moving it to the side of the table so she could place her elbows on it, letting her chest rest against her forearms.

"There's not much to know," Wonwoo chuckled, swirling his straw around in his Americano and watching the ice move around with it. "But I'm in college for mechanical engineering, I stream on Twitch sometimes, and I'm a big Marvel buff," he said after a moment.

"Mechanical engineering? So you're smart and cute, huh?" Hannah teased, smiling at the redness that grew on Wonwoo's cheeks from her compliment.

"Tell me about yourself," Wonwoo said, directing the conversation back to the original topic.

"Well, I'm in college for fashion design; I also really like Marvel; and I want to get into PC gaming," she said. Wonwoo looked up at her, stunned that Seungcheol had finally set him up with a girl who shared some of his same interests, and he was already friends with her brother.

Wonwoo was pulled out of his thoughts as his phone rang in his pocket. He looked down at his pants and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Your name and contact photo were displayed on his screen; seeing this made his smile drop slightly. He clicked the side button, silencing the call, before looking up at the girl he was on a date with. "Sorry about that; I thought I put my phone on silent," he said as he placed it back into his pocket.

"It's no problem; if it's important, you can step out and answer it; I won't be upset," Hannah said, gesturing to the window that the two were sitting by. Wonwoo shook his head.

"It wasn't, and besides, it'd be rude to answer a call on our first date," he said.

"And you're considerate? Well damn, I might ask you to marry me right here," she laughed. She stood up after a moment, and in that moment, Wonwoo half expected her to get down on one knee and ask her to marry him. Instead, she grabbed her coffee with one hand and his hand with the other, pulling him up from his seat. "Wanna go on a walk?" She asked, swaying their hands back and forth.

"Are you gonna murder me?" Wonwoo asked, grabbing his coffee from the table.

"I might," she winked, sipping her cappuccino once more.

"At least you're honest," Wonwoo chuckled. His phone began to ring again once they left the building. He looked at it and canceled the phone call.

"Wonwoo, if you need to answer that, I don't mind," Hannah reassured as they began walking along the pathway.

"I don't, I promise." He said.

The walk was nice, and Wonwoo and Hannah seemed to be getting along a lot better than he would have ever imagined. It didn't take long for it to start raining. May's weather was never consistent, which seemed to be the only consistent thing in Wonwoo's life. Inconsistency. Wonwoo had given Hannah his sweater as they walked back to their cars; only when Hannah safely got into her car and pulled out of the parking lot did he leave.

He looked at his phone for a moment, seeing that he had five missed calls and ten messages from you, asking for your help. He almost answered the texts, apologizing that he was busy and couldn't get to his phone. Just as he was about to send his text, he sighed, thinking about what his friends had told him only 12 hours ago. Instead of sending the text, he closed his phone and drove home.

⌦(Reader's POV) You groaned angrily when your phone went to voicemail for the second time. Where was he? Why wasn't he answering? Was he still mad? Your head began spinning, even though you couldn't tell if it was because of your impaired state or because Wonwoo was finally giving you a taste of your own medicine. You had ghosted Wonwoo for the better half of your freshman year of college, having found new friends and devoting all of your weekends to partying, so when you finally got ahold of him, he was shocked.

"He works from home; where is he?" You said it angrily, your plethora of messages having been delivered but unread for the better part of two hours. That was what really set you off. He couldn't even give you the respect to apologize.

Against your better judgment, you snatched the keys from your kitchen counter and stumbled out of your apartment, having decided to confront him at his apartment. You've had a few years of practice when it came to driving under the influence, taking back roads, watching the road extra carefully, and driving cautiously, it was easy. Parking your car, you stormed up to his apartment, noting that his car wasn't in the parking lot when you had gotten there.

You called him again.

and again.

and again.

Until finally, you gave up on calling him and decided to send him a hundred more text messages.

⌦You: Wonwoo, I need your help... (Delivered: 11:00 a.m.)

⌦12:45 p.m.

⌦You: Wonwoo, why aren't you answering me??? (Delivered: 12:46 p.m.)

⌦12:57 p.m.

⌦You: Hello? Where are you??? (Delivered: 12:58 p.m.)

⌦1:05 p.m.

⌦You: I'm at your place (Delivered: 1:05 p.m.) ⌦You: Hello!!!!! (Delivered: 1:05 p.m.)

Just as you were about to call him again, you saw that all of your delivered messages had been read. You watched as the three dots by Wonwoo's name appeared.

Then disappeared.

Appeared again.

Until they disappeared for a final time.

Your texts to Wonwoo began to be sent one right after the other, sitting with your back against his front door as you drunkenly blew up his phone. Fifteen minutes had passed before you saw a pair of feet standing in front of you. You looked up and saw the man in question.

Angrily, you stood up shoving your phone in his face as you began to speak.

"I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours now! Where were you?!" You yelled, and Wonwoo gently pushed your phone out of his face. He looked down, unlocking his front door before opening it to let you in. He waited for you to walk inside, quietly apologizing to his elderly neighbor before stepping inside himself.

"I got coffee," he said, setting his keys on the table by his front door and taking his shoes off.

"It took you two hours to get coffee." You asked in disbelief, crossing your arms as your blurred vision did its best to lock onto him.

"You didn't let me finish," he continued. He sat the now-empty to-go cup on his kitchen counter. "I was on a date."

Your heart dropped, and you weren't sure why either. He was only your friend, your shoulder to cry on, and your emergency contact because you knew he would bend over backwards for you.

"Oh," you said.

"Yea."

"You still could have answered after she left," you said. Your anger had softened just a little bit.

"Why? So I can pick your drunk ass up from some stranger's front lawn? It's 2:30, and you're already fucked up." He said, "Your jaw dropped. What was his deal? Why was he being like this?

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you being such a dick all of a sudden?" You asked.

"Because I'm tired of only seeing my best friend when she needs me to be her chauffeur because her other friends left her strung out on God knows what in some stranger's bathroom because she's too drunk to get home." He said. You could see that his words were hurting him just as much as they were hurting you; he wasn't making eye contact with you either. "I can't drop everything to come save you every time you need me; I have a life too," he said. This time his words were soft, almost upset that he'd finally told you how he really felt.

"Fine. I'll leave then." You said this, stepping toward the door only to have the pathway blocked off. "Wonwoo, get out of my way."

"No, I can't let you drive home like this," he said.

"Wonwoo. Get out of my way." You repeated. He didn't move.

"No," He said.

"Now you care about my safety?"

"I've always cared about your safety!"

"Evidently not; evidently it was a burden to you!"

"Do you know why I always dropped everything to come get you?" He snapped.

"To feel better about yourself?" You asked, your words laced with anger. Your eyes began brimming with tears, and your body began to shake. You need to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Because I love you, y/n!" Wonwoo snapped back. He stopped for a second, realizing what he had just said.

"What?" You asked, finally looking up at him.

"I love you.. and it kills me that you're killing yourself like this, but I can't be around you anymore if you're going to continue to hurt yourself. I will always love you, y/n; I hope you know that." He said this, grabbing his keys off the table once more. "Let's go; I'll take you home." You were sure this would be the last time you'd ever hear from him again.

[hoshi-y]

Amane snuggle-time please? 🥺

Hold me tight

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Yugi Amane

TW : Too much snuggled

A/N : YESYESYEYSYESYES OMG YES AMANE JUST WRAPS YOU UP IN A BLANKET AND HUGS YOU LIKE A BOLSTER AHHHHH

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

don't goo~ you're so waarmm.. ~

Giggling and laughing was heard throughout the quiet and dark home. whilst two love birds are seen flirting with each other in a dark room while watching a movie. Are they really watching?

"Amane I swear to god—"

Amane began to tickle you as you desperately tried to get out of grasp "AHAHAHA A-AMANE STOP" Your laughing just pushed him to do more "Mmm~ Nah I don't think so, your laugh is so cute~" He giggled as he continued

He stopped for awhile, he was ontop of you caged in, you couldn't get out, As you were catching your breath he leaned down and peppered kisses onto the ticklish side of your neck "Amane stop Im ticklish there—" Your giggles turned into laughter once again as Amane was smiling against your neck "Last one I promiissee~"

You catched your breath again as Amane chuckled, lifting his head up he saw how your hair was, not like he cared, you were so breath taking and ethereal in his eyes. "You're so gorgeous.." He mumbled, but you heard it loud and clear "I-i don't think so.."

"Don't say that.. You are very Beautiful/Handsome [F/N].. Not just that you have the most attractive personality ever.. Man, I'm so lucky to have you.." He snuggled next to you, as you did the same feeling his warmth "I love you.. So much [F/N]" You smiled as he said 'I love you' over, and over again while peppering your whole face with kisses

You came closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and hiding your face on his neck "Im so lucky to have you too Amane.. And I love you sooo much.."

"How much?"

"So much I'd die for you—*

"Don't say that I want you alive—" Both of you laughed

"Okay well.. How much do you love me, Amane?" He rested his chin on your head as he stared off thru the window, the moon shining so bright with a few twinkling stars.

"More than the moon and the stars.. I love you so much that they'd get jealous.."

"I must be very lucky then huh?" He stared at you confused "What do you mean?"

"I saw how much you adored the moon and the stars before I became your s/o Amane, at this hour I'd catch you sitting by the window watching it from afar, and then watch it go down as the sun goes up... No wonder your so sleepy during class.." You giggled as you felt him hug you tighter

"Why would I continue to stare at something so far away when I have you? not only can I stare and admire your beauty but I can also hold you so close.." He pecked your lips

"I've always dreamed and wished so much to hold the moon in my arms.. And it happened, cause I'm holding you now.." Your lips curled into a smile, for some people they might find this cheesy, but this? no one, and I mean NO ONE has ever told you something like thus before. You're gonna say once, and you'll say it again. you were very LUCKY you have met him, you'd tell the whole world you finally met your soul mate, and will meet him again in your next lives.

You snuggled more closer to Amane as he hugged you tight "you must really like being close to me huh?" He chuckled as you yawned, your eyes slowly closing "Mhm.. I love it.. Very much.." Yawning once more, you dozed off sleeping in his arms.

Amanr grabbed the remote and turned off the tv, Grabbing the blanket and placing it on you two he kissed your forehead

"Goodnight.

My Moon.. "

I forgot the 'him wrapping you up and hugging you like a bolster' 😞 I got a bit too carried away oops

[pwblogarchive]

May 2008

May 13, 2008

“a note i wrote on a napkin in my house a month ago (therumormillstone)”

voted boy most likely to match the bpm

got a pumpkin moon smile dont ever listen to them

my head is a pinata

beat it open and watch the bad ideas fall like candy

im the sweettooth for the dental truth

hiccuping solar flares at hampton stares

a whos who

of whos not

alphadog

omegalomaniac

slow dancing in a bathroom stall.

this is me.

disarmed.

Posted by xoat 2:51 AM

May 25, 2008

"its scientifically proven that humans favorite word is their own names..."

can we keep this one just between you and me?

to you. to the old me. to the new me. the knew me:

Everyone thinks that they're special. That their chip was programmed different. That their antenna picks up some other sattellite. And were right and were wrong. Were not as leaky and broken as wed like to think. Were not bob. we're not kurt. But this doesn't mean we don't have insight and perspective that are completely blurry through the camera of the world. We just need to practice our focus. Make things a bit sharper. That's what I'm doing. Practicing.

Be like your ipod. Put your life on shuffle.

pain as much from the stars and black cats as from childhood. big star states spit big stars. chew 36 times exactly before you swallow your pride. you know how it goes? i want to chase the midnight glow in my veins. how do i get as big as that star on your state so youll pay attention to me. smash that glass bowl on the floor and get our keys. lets drive to another state or to mexico and watch the old men drunk on watered down beer- laugh about the way we used to be even though were still exactly the same. where do we begin? lonely spiders under our skin, regail us with tales of young love in the bottom of bottles defended by crocodile scales.

this place can spin boring. slow and steady. it can storm and scare you. wars and famine. but everyonce in awhile the planets align and it can charm you. make you not wish you were other people, but hope you get the chance to know them so they can know you too. make you not hate the delay at the airport but get to know that your friend on the phone is gonna be able to finish the whole 3am story he was skipping through for you.

essentially my life is a public laundrymat. i do my dirty laundry in front of you. and you let me know if there are any stains left. sometimes we connect with eachothers stains and just wear them like badges shining in the sun.

this is us wishing we were you wishing you were us.

neverending.

thank you for being steady. for never getting sick at sea.

im putting me back on shuffle.

May 27, 2008

"its scientifically proven that humans favorite word is their own names..."

can we keep this one just between you and me?

to you. to the old me. to the new me. the knew me:

Everyone thinks that they're special. That their chip was programmed different. That their antenna picks up some other sattellite. And were right and were wrong. Were not as leaky and broken as wed like to think. Were not bob. we're not kurt. But this doesn't mean we don't have insight and perspective that are completely blurry through the camera of the world. We just need to practice our focus. Make things a bit sharper. That's what I'm doing. Practicing.

Be like your ipod. Put your life on shuffle.

pain as much from the stars and black cats as from childhood. big star states spit big stars. chew 36 times exactly before you swallow your pride. you know how it goes? i want to chase the midnight glow in my veins. how do i get as big as that star on your state so youll pay attention to me. smash that glass bowl on the floor and get our keys. lets drive to another state or to mexico and watch the old men drunk on watered down beer- laugh about the way we used to be even though were still exactly the same. where do we begin? lonely spiders under our skin, regail us with tales of young love in the bottom of bottles defended by crocodile scales.

this place can spin boring. slow and steady. it can storm and scare you. wars and famine. but everyonce in awhile the planets align and it can charm you. make you not wish you were other people, but hope you get the chance to know them so they can know you too. make you not hate the delay at the airport but get to know that your friend on the phone is gonna be able to finish the whole 3am story he was skipping through for you.

essentially life is a public laundrymat. i do my dirty laundry in front of you. and you let me know if there are any stains left. sometimes we connect with eachothers stains and just wear them like badges shining in the sun.

this is us wishing we were you wishing you were us.

neverending.

thank you for being steady. for never getting sick at sea.

im putting me back on shuffle.

Posted by xoat 12:32 PM

May 30, 2008

“the end isnt here nor is it near. this isnt the end, this is just the beginning”

i have never been more awake in my life.

do you ever get the feeling that you cant swim but are about to be thrown in the deep end.

and in some pavlovian kind of way you will tread water.

beautiful.

you will doggie paddle.

instead of sinking to the bottom like a brick...

you will become an island.

become you.

you will grow. white sands.

one day people will sit on them in the shade of trees and think the same thoughts.

this is the only thing i have ever been truly sure of.

Posted by xoat 2:35 AM

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey is still surprised by Frisk’s boldness on this project. He normally thinks of Frisks as these perfect characters, but this… this is new. And he likes it all the more. He wraps a vine around Frisk’s outstretched hand multiple times and shakes it firmly.*

I’ll paint with you. Then when the shack is ready and Noelle is alone, I’ll knock her out and bring her over. If I take her while she’s conscious, that obviously won’t work out because she’ll know it wasn’t “someone like Jack” who did it.

I’ll join you at the shack soon! I’m just gonna visit my buddy Kara first. *Flowey waves and then burrows back to Kara and looks up at their face with a worried stare. Even though Flowey already knows exactly what’s going on, might as well look concerned.*

You look so down. What happened, Kara?

…Hey.

You know what?

You don't have to tell me.

Whatever you saw, it wasn't important. I think it’s best you forget about whatever person or thing if its hurting you so much. Trust me. That thing won't be bothering with you either anytime soon, so don't worry.

*He pays mind to only slowly move closer to them, seeing them in such a bad mood. Once he’s close enough, he takes their hand and settles it in his own head before giving it a little nuzzle. Seems he's looking for headpat. And trying to distract Kara from the problem at hand.* Now if you don't mind, I haven't gotten one of these in awhile.

(Kara) "Heh, you never know the extent I like you Flowey. *Sighs* I know you want to distract me but I just called my previous girlfriend I hated her. That's hard to ignore."

(Frisk) "Really? Why? *They are looking for more reasons to continue*"

(Kara) "Noelle was Dess the whole time! I would've been fine with it if she just told it to me. Then she accused me of being with you too much. *Cries* Of course everyone's on Noelle's side. I screamed in her face. Although, she did manipulate my feelings! She made me question my own loyalty to her by flirting with me when I thought she was Dess. The reason I wanted to love her was because she was just Noelle. But Noelle could never allow me to know it was her! I am not wrong, right? Who am I kidding, I don't even know if you'd understand. I shouldn't have a sad life just because someone else is having a worse life. If that makes any sense at all."

(Frisk) "I understand. When you know you are doing the wrong thing but it's..."

(Frisk and Kara) "...for the right reason."

(Frisk) "What if you were away from Noelle for a bit. Maybe a week by yourself. Who knows, maybe even Noelle will change."

(Kara) "What if she gets hurt?"

(Frisk) "She won't. Me and Flowey will make sure she's alive."

(Kara) "How will you know?"

(Frisk) "*Smiles a brighter smile than the sun* We'll know. I promise you, we'll know."

(Kara) "Ok. Where should I go?"

(Frisk) "You should go back home and make our plans. Noelle will stay here. It's a win/win."

(Kara) "Something feels off. Are you planning on hurting Noelle?"

(Frisk) "Come on you don't believe me! You know that's fair. I'm not the most trustworthy person. Maybe you can ask someone, maybe the only one, you can trust."

(Kara) "*Goes on a one-foot kneel* Will she be okay?"