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good morning! I wanted to request a romantic oneshot with thranduil and a f!reader that is legolas highschool teacher? Maybe they met at an parents-evening and he wanted to get to know her a bit more :)

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♡ When he sat down at the table, you couldn’t help but gawk for a moment at how gorgeous this man was, barely noticing your student beside him that you were supposed to be giving your assessment of. 

♡ Ultimately, of course, it was Legolas who broke you out of your daze by greeting you with your name, prompting you to smile at the father and son in greeting as you began searching through your papers for Legolas' grade report.

♡ Thranduil was a beautiful man, his hair long and so well-maintained, falling perfectly, his suit immaculately tailored and stylish as though he'd just walked right out the pages of a men's fashion magazine. You couldn't keep your eyes off him as you explained that Legolas was an exemplary student and popular amongst his peers.

♡ All of which made him look like a very proud father and you could only continue to praise Legolas, not wanting this stunning man in front of you to get up and leave, never again to be seen until the next parent-teacher conference as Legolas was not the sort to get into the type of trouble where parents would be called into the school.

And so, you find yourself over at the coffee and snacks station at the end of the evening, sipping bad coffee from a paper cup to get you through the drive home. You open a packaged cinnamon bun to try and wash away the flavour of the overly bitter and yet weak coffee with the sweetness of the pastry and its sticky icing.

"I'd recommend the tea instead." A familiar, deep timbre speaks from just behind you. You turn around and are met with the lapels of a jacket and a tie over a broad chest, your head tilting up to meet the pale blue eyes of Legolas' father Thranduil. You feel your cheeks warm slightly at the way he's smiling down at you in a suave manner.

"Mh, you're probably right, this tastes awful." You sigh, indulging in his small talk and praying it'll go somewhere.

"Then perhaps I'll have to take you somewhere with better quality coffee?" He suggests and his eyes narrow a little as a ghost of a sly smirk teases at his lips that just look so, so kissable to your flustered mind. What's got into you?

You open your mouth to speak but are so at a loss for words; nothing comes out. He takes out a business card and hands it to you. You look down at it and find his business number and email but, more noticeably, is a personal phone number written across it in pen.

"I trust this won't be my last time seeing you, l/n." He has a smile on his lips and a teasing spark in his eyes that tells you he's all too aware that he's an irresistible specimen.

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max verstappen x fem!oc!reader (part of the 'karma' series!)

word count: 1070 words

2016.

the flashing lights were all around the red carpet. many influential and well-known people arrived to the premiere of one of the most influential films of the year.

"thank you so much for this interview, cristina." the journalist told the young actress. it was a very important event, as she was about to close an important chapter in her life. the show that exposed her to the entertainment world, the entire universe, would be over with this last film coming out.

maria cristina, more usually known as makis, was the promising rising star. since she was a child, all she dreamt of was becoming an actress, or a singer. now that she was known well for both, her world was on the rooftop. she starred in the very famous show, violetta, for three years and, as a final goodbye, the sequel film for the show was premiering tonight.

she met many new people this night, people she idolized even.

makis walked through the red carpet, stopping to pose for the cameras when asked to. soon after, her co-star and very good friend, jorge blanco, joined her for a few pictures as well.

there were more interviews to be taken, makis sometimes joined in by some of her other co-stars. as she was walking out to go to the room where the movie would be premiered, she didn't notice a few steps going up. she tried to balance herself, but felt an arm keep her from falling.

"thank you so much." she told the man. he looked to be in the higher 20s, had very curly hair, and was smiling from ear to ear.

"of course, anytime." the man said. he had an accented australian accent, one makis immediately recognized. a few seconds later, another male figure came up from behind the one who saved makis from complete embarrassment.

"daniel, we're supposed to be going in now--" this one was much younger-looking, almost makis' age. makis smiled at the new face (technically, both were new faces to her), when he had completely stopped talking when he saw who daniel was talking to.

"cristina, pleasure to meet you," daniel commenced, giving the unnamed one a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "i'm daniel, and mr. speechless here is max."

"pleasure is all mine. i'm cristina." makis chuckled, as they clearly knew her name.

"well, we should absolutely go inside." cristina had the feeling this was going to turn awkward, so she decided she would try to escape the situation as fast as she could.

"yeah. and, congratulations on the film!" daniel said. makis thanked him, and waved goodbye as she walked to the theatre room.

"you're gonna need some wingman lessons, verstappen." daniel sighed as he grabbed his teammate by the shoulders, taking the still mesmerized man inside the hotel themselves.

when the premiere was over, there would be a dinner only selected few were attending.

which is where makis was heading right now. she and her two close friends, jorge blanco and mercedes lambre, were riding in the same car to the restaurant.

"there's some friends i want you to meet, as well." jorge mentioned to makis, who smiled and nodded.

when they arrived at the restaurant, they stopped for a few minutes to interact with fans who were at the restaurant.

while makis was taking a selfie with one fan, she saw the same men who she had encountered before the premiere, daniel and max, walking in together, both laughing at something. she smiled fondly, it seemed they were really close friends.

makis walked in to the restaurant with jorge and mercedes by her side, and walked to the back of the restaurant. when they arrived, there were roughly around fifteen people seated, all chatting amongst each other.

when she saw who she was sitting by, she was not surprised to say she was shocked. it was her savior and his very un-vocal friend.

she was about to speak to them until jorge stepped in between. he greeted both men in the typical 'bro-hug' way, then turned to look at me and back at the two males. "makis, these are who i wanted to introduce you to. this is daniel ricciardo and max verstappen. daniel, max-- this is maria cristina."

of course. she knew she was recognizing them from somewhere. jorge was a big racing fan, she couldn't quite remember the name right now, but she was sure they were from that sport.

"pleasure to meet you, maria cristina." max stepped in front of daniel and grabbed makis' right hand, taking it up to kiss the back of her hand.

to say the shock on makis' face was very visible was an understatement.

"pleasure's all mine, max." makis mumbled, almost mesmerized. max let makis' hand go, and she thought it was too dramatic that her hand immediately went cold when he let go.

daniel only shook makis' hand, still being proud of his young teammate. he'll be even more proud if, by the way he taught max only twenty minutes ago, verstappen would leave with her phone number tonight.

"great, let's sit." jorge said, as the four standing (mercedes found more friends to talk to) sat down in the last seats remaining.

makis swear she noticed a small shove from daniel to max for the dutch to sit by makis. but she took no further note of it.

when the food was ordered, it was back to loud chatting.

"so, where are you from?" makis decided to make conversation with the dutch. max turned to look at her and smiled fondly. "i'm from the netherlands, but when i'm not racing in other countries, i usually live in monaco." max explained. makis nodded in understanding. "i've never visited monaco, even though i've toured in many countries." she admitted. max's head immediately started spinning with thoughts.

"well, we have the spanish grand prix coming up in a few days, and afterwards it's the monaco grand prix. would you like to come? i can have it all arranged for you." max immediately offered. he thought it was kind of lame that he spoke so rushed, as his excitement took over.

"i would love to." makis smiled. max mirrored the feature, and the two kept conversations going for the rest of the evening. somewhere across the table, daniel ricciardo stared at the pair, adding another successful matchmaker love story to his mental life accomplishments.

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Part II: To Strange Horizons

Word Count: 3715

Warnings: Cussing / allusions to violence

A/N: Hello all! Just a heads up that this chapter is just a little bit shorter than the last one but that's just because it's setting up a lot of stuff that's going to be happening in chapter 3. Hope ya'll enjoy!

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The ship is a beautiful thing – far better taken care of than any of the ships that I had seen grace the ports of Easthallow before. It's not an overly large ship, though it is most definitely large enough to be a threat to most merchant ships that sail these waters. It’s painted black and decorated with white embellishments, with “Starcatcher” emblazoned proudly on its side. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and my steps slow to a stop as we approach. Though night has descended upon us, the full moon casts just enough light for me to stand in awe of the magnificent ship. 

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Jacob asks, looking at me with a proud glint in his eye. 

Slinging my pack higher on my shoulder, I nod. 

“I’ve never seen a ship like it before.” 

“Aye, I reckon not many come through here with such a ship. She’s a galleon.” He says glancing over his shoulder and beckoning for me to follow him. 

Tearing my eyes away from the ship, I hasten my steps to catch up with him. 

“She can reach up to eight knots. That’s almost 140 miles a day.”

He speaks with pride, and despite having never been acutely interested in ships, I want him to tell me more. His voice is so different as he speaks of the Starcatcher, and I wish desperately that this kinder tone would never leave him. Gone is the brooding sadness and barely contained rage, replaced instead with a fondness and pride that makes him seem so much softer than he had before. 

“She's gorgeous.” I tell him, and his lips turn upwards in a barely there smile. It’s the most genuine expression I think I have received from him yet. I want more than anything to see what his real smile looks like.

“Why did you name her Starcatcher?” 

No sooner had the question left my mouth, the expression dropped from his face. Like watching a mask slip into place, his face contorts into a scowl. 

“I was not the one who named her.” Is all he says before turning on his heel and marching into the ship. 

His shifts in mood threaten to give  me whiplash as I silently follow behind him, cursing myself for asking. 

– 

All eyes turn to us as soon as we step onto the deck. I pull my pack tighter to myself, wishing to shrink away from their peering eyes. Some 25 men make up his crew in total, and not a single one of them carries an expression that is in any way welcoming. Some look on in confusion while some cannot seem to contain their scowl as they regard me. Each man looks to be no older than 30, though they all carry a weight to their shoulders that makes them seem older somehow. 

“What the fuck, Jacob?” The curly headed man from before exclaims, rising from where he’d been leaning against the foremast and I gasp at his use of profanity. Never have I heard a man say such crude language before.

The other men mutter amongst themselves, casting looks towards myself and Jacob. 

“Sit down, Joshua.” Jacob orders, and Joshua’s eyes blaze at the command. He takes a step back, but does not sit. “You, Samuel, and Daniel stay. The rest of you,” Jacob’s eyes scan the other men, “find somewhere else to be.” 

“Captain, respectfully-” One man begins, but Jacob is swift to cut him off. 

“Trust that I will make sure that you all are informed of what you need to be. We need a moment alone.” 

The authority in his tone makes a shiver run up my spine. The rest of his crew rises and cast their eyes downwards at Jacob’s feet as they pass – each seemingly too afraid to meet his stone-cold gaze. They travel in single file to the hatch, climbing downwards into the darkness below. 

As soon as the hatch door closes, Jacob grips my wrist and tugs me forward, pushing me towards a wooden crate sitting by the foremast at Joshua’s side. 

“Sit.” He orders, and I do so without resistance. 

“Well?” The long-haired man asks, crossing his arms over his chest and turning to Jacob. 

“I found them. But they’re encoded. She’s the only one left who knows how to read them.” Jacob explains. He’s standing with his legs parted and chin high – a boastful position that oozes authority, despite being shorter than the long-haired man. 

“Could she not decode them now?” The fourth man asks, breaking his silence for the first time. He’s got darker features than the other three men, with black curly hair that frames his strong jawline. 

“She said-” 

“It will take time to decode them.” I interrupt the Captain, sitting up straighter as each of their gazes falls onto me. “I can speak for myself, thank you.” 

The long-haired man chuckles softly under his breath, earning himself a glare from Jacob. He silences himself quickly.  

“It has been a long time since I practised these symbols, and each set is slightly different from the others.” 

“And how exactly do we know that we can trust you, lass?” Joshua asks with a tilt of his head. He’s smiling, and the expression reminds me so suddenly of Jacob that I assume they must be related somehow.  

“We don’t.” The long-haired man mutters, leaning over towards the dark haired man as he speaks. 

“Samuel, enough.” Jacob cuts in. “She’s all we have. There are no Calloways left that could decode these symbols. She’s the last one.” 

Samuel raises his hands in a placating manner, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Just asking, brother. Just asking. If she truly is the only one, then trust her we must, I suppose.” 

The Captain nods at him solemnly. 

“I don’t like it.” Joshua announces, crouching down before me so that we’re eye to eye. “You know what they always say…” He starts, grinning wickedly as he extends his hand to brush my cheek with his fingertips. “Never trust a fucking Calloway.’’

I jerk my head away from his touch, fear gripping me as he stares. His smile seems genuine and yet I see no kindness behind his eyes. It’s unsettling. 

“Calloway I may be,” I start, narrowing my eyes at him in what I hope is a menacing expression,  “but I would appreciate you stepping away from me.” The demand is overshadowed by the shake in my voice but I do not drop his gaze. Somehow, I feel as if looking away first would be a victory for him. 

“Joshua…” Jacob begins, but he only shrugs as he rises from his squatted position. 

“Kitten's got claws, it seems.” He says snidely, winking at me as he straightens himself. 

“Daniel?” Jacob asks, turning to the dark-haired man. “You’ve not said anything.”

Daniel only hums quietly, touching his forefinger to his chin as if in thought. 

“We don’t really have much of a choice, do we?” 

They are all silent for a long moment and a shiver runs through me as I realize that my fate lies solely in the hands of these strange men.

“That’s settled then.” Jacob nods, wringing his hands together as he appraises me. “Take her to my quarters. She can sleep there for now.” 

With that, Jacob turns on his heel and makes his way to the bow. His long coat billows behind him as he walks and I take it that I will most likely not see him again tonight. 

Samuel and Daniel both turn their gazes back towards me, but Joshua’s eyes stay trained on Jacob’s back. His expression is one of pain – the depth of which I can scarcely imagine. 

“Follow me.” Daniel says, and though his tone is not necessarily amicable, there is far more kindness in his tone compared to the other three.

I rise from my place and follow him down the steep stairs and through the hatch, steadying myself on the rails as we go. Though the November air outside on the deck had been chilled, down here is of a different set: more oppressive, more solid. It has substance. Moist and enveloping, sucking me in and stealing my breath. Already, I miss the clean air of land. 

“Where will the Captain sleep if I am in his quarters?” I ask Daniel, eyes trained on his broad shoulders as we walk. 

“He rarely sleeps down here, lass. If he sleeps at all.” 

I nod, his response only arising more questions than answers. I say no more.

– 

His quarters are not what I had expected them to be – almost homey in comparison to the rest of the ship. A lit lantern sits on the desk in the corner, casting the room in a warm light. His bed is perfectly made, looking almost completely untouched save for the rumpled covers at the foot, indicating that he must have sat down there recently. 

“What’s your name, lass?” Daniel asks me as I step through the threshold. 

“Y/n.” 

He just nods, staring at me for a long moment. His gaze is piercing, yet I do not feel uncomfortable from it. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this, Y/n. Though it is not my place to tell you why translating those notes is important to him, just know that you are instrumental in retrieving something very important to him – to all of us, really.”

I do not know how to answer him. I only give him a terse smile as I place my pack on the Captain’s bed. 

“I’ll take my leave now.” 

“Thank you, Daniel.” I hope that he knows that I mean it.

Once the door closes behind him, I take a moment to observe the room closer. His desk is cluttered – scribbled notes and maps littering the surface. Gingerly, I step forward to examine them. I sort through each one slowly, feeling like a child doing something she knows she’s not supposed to. Most of the notes are nonsense to me – sea-faring talk that I do not understand the meaning of. 

But it’s not those that catch my eye. Amongst the scribbles, there lies a few metered verses scrawled into the margins of the pages. 

Poems. 

Few of them finished and most covered in crossed out words, but poems nonetheless. As I glance over them, I cannot help but to admire the lines. The Captain has a way with words. 

The thought of him sitting alone here, bent over a piece of paper and scrawling these verses makes warmth spark to light in my belly – despite the fact that they are not happy verses. Yet their sorrow carries beauty. Wistful lamentations of being lost at sea – torn apart and floating aimlessly through the frothy depths. Reading them feels like the deepest invasion of privacy and I tear my eyes away from them. 

There is one painting sitting framed on his desk. A woman – with beautiful dark skin and long hair. I pick up the frame, admiring her closer. Though it is only a painting, I cannot help but stand in awe at her beauty. My mind spins with possibilities of who she might be. A lover, surely. An odd feeling takes root in my sternum at the thought, though I cannot begin to explain why. Turning the frame over, I see no markings that give any indication as to who the woman is or when the painting was done. 

A knock at the door startles me, and I quickly place the frame back into its spot. I step away from the desk, once again feeling as though I am not supposed to be in here. 

The door opens before I can invite the intruder in and I bristle as Joshua strides into the room, pointedly closing the door behind him. The dim light of the lantern casts shadows across his sharp jawline and his white teeth almost glow in the darkness. There is something about him… an aura that sets me on edge. He’s like the clouds that cover the sky before a heavy storm – looming menacingly on the horizon. I feel as though he might snap any moment, pulling me into the fray alongside him. 

“What do you want?” I ask, cursing how meek my voice sounds. 

“Sit.” He orders, his voice silky smooth as he points towards the end of the Captain’s bed. 

I huff a breath as I follow his command. 

“I am only going to say this one time, lass.” He mutters, stepping in close to me and leaning downwards – so close that I can feel his hot breath on my face. “Breathe a word of what I am about to say to you to anyone, and there will be Hell to pay. Do you understand?” 

I purse my lips and do not give him an answer, but he seems to take my silence as answer enough. 

“My brother… he’s been through much. And the thing he seeks means more to him than the very air he breathes.” His voice is low, almost a whisper as he speaks. “If for some reason he does not succeed, he will not survive it.”

I open my mouth – intent on demanding answers as to what this quest of his must be but he silences me with a piercing look. 

“I will not tell you what it is that he seeks. It is not your place to know. I simply need you to understand something.” 

Already, I grow tired of the riddles. But yet… I understand that I am not yet owed any explanation. They do not trust me – nor I them. Yet, here I am on their ship, abandoning everything that I know for the sake of helping a pirate who threatened my life. It sounds so absurd I almost laugh out loud. 

“And what exactly do you need me to know?”

“If the reason that he does not succeed is you… understand that I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. In all the ways that I know hurt the most. I have lost more than you could ever even dream of, and I will not lose him too.” 

The aggression of his earlier tone gives way to a deep, heart wrenching desperation as he speaks, and I find myself nodding without conscious thought. There is no doubt in my mind now that he and the Captain’s relationship is close – even for siblings. I am struck with a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone loving me that fiercely and, despite the circumstance, I cannot help but admire the intense protectiveness that the man in front of me possesses. 

“I understand.” I whisper, meeting his gaze with as much honesty as I can. “I want to help him. I cannot tell you why, but I know that helping him is what I am meant to do. And I know that the nature of my family name must give you reason to doubt that – but believe me when I tell you that I am not like the rest of my family. I knew few of them, and the ones I did I wish that I had not…” I trail off for a moment, feeling suddenly startled by the honesty of my own words. I had never spoken this out loud to anyone before and here I am, spilling my most personal secrets with a stranger. There is something about Joshua that seems to draw the truth from between my lips unbidden.

“So please see the truth within my words," I continue, my words coming out only just above a whisper, "when I say that I refuse to be anything like them. And I will do anything and everything in my power to help the Captain in his quest – whatever it may be.”

There is no lie as I meet Joshua’s gaze, and somehow I can see that he realises it. 

Joshua nods and for the very first time, his expression is genuine as he regards me. 

“I think we understand each other, then.” He says, straightening up and heading towards the door. 

“I think we do.” 

“Good night, Y/n.” And with that, he’s gone. 

I exhale through my nose, instantly feeling more at ease at his absence. A tentative truce may have occurred between myself and Joshua but I am not fool enough to believe that he really trusts me. I certainly do not fully trust him. 

As the silence of the room surrounds me, a bone-deep weariness overtakes me – the emotional turbulence of the day finally catching up to me. I eye my pack, debating on whether or not I have the energy to pull out those folded pages within and begin the painstaking task of translating them. Pressing as the matter may be, my vision is already swimming and the thought of trying to decipher the codes sounds near impossible at the moment. It would be of no real use to attempt it now. 

Instead, I place my pack on the floor and pull the covers back, slipping into the beckoning warmth of the bed. Immediately, my senses are flooded with his smell – sweet whiskey, sweat, and the smell of salt all mixed together with his natural musk. I inhale deeply as I settle in, closing my eyes against the dim glow of the lantern, now only just barely still burning. It doesn’t take long for the gentle rock of the boat to lull me into sleep. 

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Joshua POV 

Jacob has not moved by the time I ascend to the deck again. He stands at the bow, looking out into the dark waters.

Even from afar, his pain radiates from him like a black smoke, sputtering out of his very pores and coating myself and him with its inky substance, threatening to choke us both. I wish desperately that I could take it from him. 

“She’s settled, I think.” I speak into the silence, coming to stand just behind him. 

“Thank you.”

He makes no move to turn around as he speaks and the distance between us has never felt more cavernous. I ache to reach out and touch him… to feel the warmth of him as some sort of proof that he’s still alive and not made of cold stone. 

“Do you really think those notes are the key to all of this?” 

Still, he does not even look at me.

“They will at least give me some sort of inkling as to whatever it is that I will be walking into.” 

“We.” I remind him, pointedly taking a step closer so that our shoulders are almost touching. His gaze remains fixed upon the water, watching how the moon’s reflection dances with the waves. 

“There is no telling the danger that lies in waiting. I cannot ask you to follow me. Any of you.” 

“Then it is a good thing that you do not have to ask.” I grip his shoulder, willing him silently to at least look at me as I speak. He does not, instead simply shrugging his shoulder to detach himself from my grip. 

He only hums in response and I cannot stop the sigh that escapes me. This is not the first time that we have had this discussion – nor will it be the last. But I will sooner throw myself overboard than allow him to do this alone. 

“Jack said that we will need to stop for provisions.” 

Jacob nods. 

“We will stop at Nassau, then. Make a quick stop there for rest and supplies before setting out.”

I roll my eyes, groaning at the suggestion. 

“Must you always choose the most vile of places, brother mine? I can already smell the shit and piss from here.” 

At last, Jacob turns to look at me and he chuckles lightly – and the sound makes my entire body thrum with warmth. I have not heard him laugh in a very long time.

“That’s our own people that you’re speaking about, Joshua.” He says with a small grin.

“And I’m sure Hornigold will be oh so pleased to see you again.” 

Jacob nods. 

“If he sees me. Though the hope is that he is none the wiser that we are there.”

“And if he does find out?” 

“Then he will just have to get over himself.”

We are both silent for a moment and it feels, briefly, like everything is back to normal… like none of it happened. I wish I could make it so. There are so many things that I wish we all had done differently. 

I shake my head. It does no good now to dwell on the past. 

“Try and get some sleep tonight, Jacob. I know I’m the prettier twin anyway... but you look like shit.” 

Jacob exhales a laugh, narrowing his eyes at me. At first, I think he might send a jab back at me – a playful insult to level the playing field. It’s what the old Jacob would have done. But he doesn’t. It’s only another painful reminder that the Jacob I once knew is long gone.  

“I’ll try.” He says, and that’s the closest he’s come to actually admitting that he hasn’t been sleeping well – a fact which we are all aware of, yet too afraid to mention to his face. The men fear him now – a fact that pains me beyond measure. The man standing in front of me... I hardly recognize him anymore.

“My door is always unlocked.” My words slip out unbidden. It’s silly – the prospect of two grown men sharing a bed. But I won’t retract the offer. We used to do it when we were young… when one of us needed comfort or had a bad dream. Surely, after everything, no one could fault either of us for seeking out some extra comfort. Though undoubtedly, he will not take it.

“I know.” Jacob turns back around, and I can see in his posture the silent dismissal. Though my heart aches as I make my leave, I am comforted slightly in the knowledge that he had laughed – it was small, more of an exhale really, but he had laughed. As minuscule of a victory it may be, it is a victory still. A sign that the real Jacob is still in there somewhere – just hidden away from us. I can only pray that he will return to us. If this mission of his fails… I can only fear the worst.

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Part III

Mirror of the Damned taglist:

@jakeyt @sacredjake @carbondancingthroughtime @literal-dead-leaf @sinarainbows @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @aflame4goinghome @writingcold @ignite-my-fire @mysticalstarcatcher @brinlygvf @mackalah @vanfleeter @chewbeka22 @starcatcherchords @char289 @amygvf13 @way-to-go-lad @jaketlove

[lustspren]

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dreamcatcher

❅ Service Room - Gahyeon.

❅ Jealousy - Yoohyeon.

❅ Paperwork - JiU.

LOONA

☾ Extreme Measures (Starboy EP.0) - Heejin.

TWICE

♡ Backup Material - Momo.

♡ Sprout - Chaeyoung.

♡ La notte delle rose nere - Sana & Mina.

♡ Queen of Hearts - Jihyo & Dahyun

♡ Flashing Lights - Momo & Mina.

♡ Champagne Showers - Jihyo, Sana.

♡ All Of The Lights - Mina, Sana Momo.

G-IDLE

✞ The Judge - Soyeon

✞ Open, Pandora - Soyeon

✞ California Love - Minnie, Soyeon

✞ O Sole Mio - Yuqi, Soyeon

✞ Royal - Miyeon, Soyeon

RED VELVET

♔ Devil's Walkway - Joy & Wendy.

LEE SUNMI

🦊 STARBOY EP 1 | The Hills ft Sunmi.

NMIXX

🕶 My Number One - Sullyoon.

🕶 Silence Speaks - Sullyoon ft Isa.

🕶 The Way You Look Tonight - Sullyoon, Haewon, Bae.

ITZY

👟 Erinýes - Ryujin.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP-0 - OT5.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 1 - Yuna.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 2 - Lia.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 3 - Yeji.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 4 - Ryujin, Yuna.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 5 - Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 6 - OT5.

👟 Post Stress Therapy EP. 16 - Karina, Yeji.

AESPA

🐍 Erinýes - Ningning, Winter

🐍 Red Hot Sloppy Christmas - Karina.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 7 - 0T4.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 8 - Giselle.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 9 - Ningning.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 10 - Winter.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 11 - Karina.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 12- Ningning.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 13 - Karina, Giselle.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 14 - Winter, Ningning.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 15 - OT4 + No:Ze.

🐍 Post Stress Therapy EP. 16 - Karina, Yeji.

🐍 Thank you for the Venom - Winter.

🐍 Ko Ko Bop 1/2 - OT4

TIFFANY YOUNG

⭐ STARBOY EP.2 Prisoner ft Tiffany Young.

LE SSERAFIM

💠 STARBOY EP.3 Earned It ft Kazuha.

💠 Sweet Painted Lady - Chaewon POV.

💠 family ties ft Chaewon.

STAYC

🧸 Diamond Eyes - Sullyoon ft Isa.

NewJeans

🧚‍♂️Cool With You ft Danielle.

🧚‍♂️Con te partirò ft Hanni.

MOMOLAND

🧚‍♂️No Diggity ft Ahin

IVE

🦋 I Hate Everything About You ft Wonyoung.

[noisydiary]

what do you say when someone dies?

\N.J.>: "Where were you?" "Mind your business." \H.M.>: "Have you got an update for us?" "Progress with the Branthium is slow going, we're having a hard time stablising the sample as quickly as we need to. None of the… Remaining researchers have any grand ideas as to how we should progress without damaging the sample." \H.J.>: "Sooo… you're saying you want your little labrat back?" The teasing tone in Harrison's voice dug under Reid's skin and burned like an itch. Reid clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth to prevent lashing out. \H.J.>: "Mmhm… Like I th- Hey!!" \W.K.>: "Harrison, enough." Head command moved closer to the mic, speaking softer, "Reid… I understand you and her were close. But you did follow the order. Just- try to do your best without her assistance." ——— The conversation was ignored, for the most part. Reid tried to ignore it, to disregard the conversation-- yet she still thumbed it over. The words were still said. She gave her report as required, sitting in the break room afterwards. Her head turned up as the chair across from hers at the table pulled out, and a colleague sat down… Daniels. She took a long look at them, as an old conversation rose in her mind. “I know what you’ve been doing, Reid. Here, I’ll give you some sympathy. Or rather, some advice. Don’t fall for your marks. The closer you get, the harder it’ll be to let them go.” Daniels spoke, pulling her from the memory, "It's- okay to still be upset, y'know?" "I'm not ups-" "Ash…" She didn't respond, her eyes drifting down to her cup of coffee, though not really paying attention to it at all. "I tried to warn you-" Reid snapped her head up at that, ready to lash out, before they reached over and took her wrist, "Because I remember how much it hurt when I fell for my mark the first time." Her lips parted as her jaw unclenched, staring at them with softer eyes- lost to the weight of their words. "…I hope you know no one really expects you to be okay right now. We may be mercenaries, but we still care. Except Harrison, but she's a sociopath," they said, chuckling a little. Their laughter got Reid to smile just a touch, though her expression flattened shortly after. "I mean- really. You go that deep into cover, and it will hurt for a while. Luckily, my job ended when they died- but yours hasn't. You're still in the persona you've taken on, and you're still surrounded by people who are mourning, which means you still have to mourn as well." …Have to? I am- this isn't fake-- I… Oh… Right. Because- "Once the job is over, you'll feel better, and you can shed your cover to go back to your better self. It helped me, so it should help you. Do what you need to for now to get better and move on, but don't forget- that 'Hammond Apprentice' stuff isn't who you are in the end." Because this isn't real.

☾ | a little ramble inspired by this post by @ruthion, post is nsft

also apologies!! it's been a fair bit since my last ramble- i've been working on some personal projects behind the scenes, ehe

[kuroosmikasavolleyball]

about me

hey! you can call me Lana ☾*⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ

I am 19 and my pronouns are she/her.

I’m bi

i am an Aquarius sun sign, I have my moon and rising signs listed in notes...hold on let me check...Scorpio moon and Taurus rising. also psst I have the same birthday as jungwon from enhypen.

speaking of which, I mildly like kpop. I don’t really follow groups except for enhypen but I’ll listen to random songs. my initial kpop group was bts (i miss them). my bias is jay, and my favorite song of them is probably bills or given-taken. I also saw them in concert!!

I am obsessed with listening to music and my favorite artists as of now are frank ocean, sza, daniel caesar, and radiohead.

i love to make art.

i play volleyball! not hinata shoyo and never will be but I’m an outside hitter.

I am enfj and my harry potter house is Gryffindor I think.

random things I like: abstract paintings, carnations, gummies, long car rides, my headphones.

random things I dislike: artificial banana flavor, weird textures, math, ginger, physics.

i had an anime phase and I honestly don’t watch anymore but I’m trying to get back into it.

my favorite shows: avatar the last airbender, attack on titan, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, breaking bad, heartstopper, and bridgerton.

I hope you enjoy your stay! this page is a safe and loving place for everyone and any hate will be shut down. feel free to like and republish, and message me if you have any questions or comments. thanks :)

[midniights]

@softhecrts

daniel stands, hands shaky and eyes downcast. at this point, he looks like he might either pass out or throw up--- maybe even both if he’s that unlucky. but he won’t do either, hopefully. “t-thanks for--- um... f-for meeting with me. my um--- my family throws a-a big christmas p-party every year y’know---- w-with cookies a-a-and food and st-stuff and---” on second thought, daniel might actually puke. “a-and my brothers a-all have f-fiances and girlfriends a-and stuff s-so--- so i was w-wondering if y-you’d come with me this year? n-not as a date--- not r-really. just... j-just... s-so they don’t ask me w-when i’ll find somebody.”

[midniights]

@gcldenhearts

daniel really has no reason to be this pouty. he has a tummy full of cocoa and christmas cookies, and he’s all warm in his pajamas and fuzzy socks. truthfully, everything’s perfect in daniel’s world. so what’s gotten this boy so upset? “i shoulda gotten marshmallows for my cocoa.”

[midniights]

@hecrtbeats liked for a starter!

daniel’s feet are squishing with every step he takes, and he’s dripping water all over the floor and, yes, he knows he smells like fish. “i fell into the fish tank in front of a kindergarten tour,” he explains in passing even though no one really asked. god forbid he be a bit grumpy, because the event was embarrassing enough, but he also was chastised for losing his balance while feeding the fish. “i don’t wanna talk about it. just wanna shower and drink cocoa and nap.”

[midniights]

@tvmmykisses liked for a starter!

“i-i wanna break up.”

[midniights]

@cutliip liked for a starter!

when boys like daniel get busy, certain things are pushed to the side. you know, like... cleaning the bathroom and making the bed every morning and shopping for work essentials. but fortunately, now that things have died down, daniel’s happy to report that his bathroom is clean and his bed is made, and he has a few bags of groceries and other necessities in his arms as he pads his way home from the store. and it’s all good! it’s all fine and dandy until he makes the smallest bump into someone, and a whole bag flies out of his arms and spills onto the pavement. he’s praying for it to be the bag with the noodles and carrots ( please be noodles and carrots, please be noodles and carrots ), but a few bottles of lube are rolling across the sidewalk and that’s when daniel knows he’s going to die of a heart attack right there on the sidewalk. “s-s-sorry,” he stammers, hurriedly ( and painfully awkwardly ) juggling all his bags to set aside and stop the bottles from rolling away too far, kicking the pretty little collar he’d picked up too back into the bag. “sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.”

[midniights]

@gcldenhearts // continued

if daniel wasn’t gentle and soft before, he sure is now. his small hands are gently patting a wet washcloth to the blood left on tiffany’s face, careful not to press to hard and cause more trouble for the girl than she made for herself. and he’s not bothered by it either. “why i bother?” he asks, head tilting to the side in a little confusion before a grin spreads on his face. the hand cleaning tiffany’s face pauses, nose scrunching. “’cause i like you, noona.” it’s so simply stated and even more simply felt, and that’s the most truth daniel’s ever spilled while cleaning up a bunch of blood that’s not his. “you’re my best friend. of course i’m going to bother with you.”

[midniights]

tag dump!!