#🪽: my angels event!

[mxltifxnd0m]

acts of service ~ s. winchester

summary: sam loves doing the little things for you

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

requested: yes/no by: @ohsc for my celebration my angels event! thanks for sending this in blondie!! i had sm fun writing this <33

word count: 916

warnings: none, no use of 'y/n', fluff

a/n: i won't lie, i had severe writer's block when i tried writing this blurb but im glad that i got over it, but apologies for taking so long with this!

please reblog and comment<3 it helps out and i love seeing your feedback on my fics!!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You didn’t notice it at first, but Sam loved to do things for you. Whether it be small gestures or big ones, he did them. At first, before you started to date (to Dean’s relief, he was sick of the two of you pining after each other), Sam would get you coffee/tea (either making it for you perfectly or getting your order right every time), bring your bags inside the motel room when you jokingly complained about your bags being heavy, always jumping at the chance to patch your wounds and being gentle as he could when he did. 

But after you guys started dating and when you moved into the bunker, you began to notice him doing even more little deeds for you. Sam would clean up the dishes if you had cooked for him and Dean, running you a bath if you felt stressed, bringing you breakfast in bed since he always woke up before you, comb his hands through your hair when your head was in his lap during a movie night the two of you would have, and if you fell asleep on the couch in the “Dean Cave,” you always found yourself cuddled up next to Sam in the morning. Hell, he’d even get on his knees to tie up one of your boots if the shoelaces were untied. 

It had finally clicked that one of Sam’s love languages was acts of service after he had surprised you with a “spa day” (Sam had run you a bath and pampered you all day) when he saw how tired you were since you guys had been going on hunts non-stop and you guys finally had a day off for once. You looked at Sam like he hung the moon for you as he washed your hair, and your heart swelled with love for the man that you’re lucky to call yours as his warm hands kneaded at the knots in your shoulders and wrapped his arms around as you fell asleep in the calming bubbled he created in your shared room.

Tonight was no different. Sam was washing up from the meal you had cooked for the three of you, and you leaned on the doorway of the kitchen as you smiled to yourself, watching how his back muscles shifted underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing, having stripped off his flannel in preparation to wash the dishes.

Sam was drying off one of the last dishes when you kicked off from the doorway and made your way to Sam. He was toweling off the last dish as you wrapped your arms around his trim waist, and you hugged him from behind. You could feel him chuckle in amusement as he put down the dish on the rack near the sink. 

Your grip was loose enough that he was able to turn around in your hold, and a soft smile was on his face as he looked down at you, mirth glittering in his hazel eyes.

You mirrored his smile. “Thank you.” You said as you unwrapped your arms from his waist to rest your hands on his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome,” Sam said, his smile turning into a confused one. He tilted his head slightly, making him resemble a puppy, his hair falling with the movement. 

“But what for exactly?” Sam moved his damp hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you in his body.

“Just for being the best boyfriend.” You told him as you shrugged. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you in response. 

“What? Can I not complement my incredibly thoughtful, sweet, kind, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend?” You had a shit-eating grin on your face as you saw Sam’s face flush with heat, a bashful smile on his lips. 

Sam leaned forward and drew into a sweet kiss that you melted into. One of his hands left your waist to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly, his lips moving against yours slowly, drawing it out as it filled your chest with warmth.

Sam started to walk you backward as the kiss grew more passionate until your back hit the wood of the kitchen table, his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips. You gave him entrance, and a soft moan left the back of your throat as he tasted you. 

You broke away from the kiss, unfortunately needing to take a breath. You looked at Sam’s slightly swollen pink lips before trailing up to his blown-out eyes. The hazel of his eyes was practically nonexistent, considering how dilated his pupil was.

The two of you smiled at each other, staring at each other for a moment before you leaned forward and left a lingering kiss on Sam’s lips. Sam kept this kiss soft, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek before pulling away and trailing a kiss on your opposite cheek and then your forehead. 

When he pulled away, Sam had a gentle smile on his face as he studied your blissed-out features. Your eyes were lidded as you looked at him with a love-filled gaze.  

Sam rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispered, Sam’s lips grazing yours as he spoke. 

You smiled. “I love you too, honey.” 

The two of you stayed in the kitchen, fitted against each other like puzzle pieces, and you found solace in the silence that settled between you and Sam, breathing in each other's scents, which you knew to be home. 

[acesofspadess]

My Angel

Lando Norris x Black!VS Angel!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: why was this actually so cute???

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“Hi, baby!” You smiled widely looking at Lando throught your phone. “Hi, love!” He smiled wider at hearing your voice. “Did you get my flowers?” He asked and you nodded, flipping the camera to show him the pink tulips that were wrapped in a beautiful paper. “I’m sorry I can’t be there baby.” He sighed sadly, but you shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, we both have priorities, but I will see you as soon as this is over right?” She promised him. “Yeah, you will.” He said before there was a lot of shouting and flashing lights coming from his picture. “Lando? Where are you?”

“Sorry, baby, Have to go! Love you!”

Maia stared at her phone as the call ended. “Okay then.” She set her phone down as her glamsquad chuckled. “That boy.” Elliot– your makeup artist- laughed. He was apart of your personal glam squad and was there with you at almost every event you went to. “He’s something alright.” You laughed.

“We are backstage with Y/N L/N! This is so exciting! Her Debut Victoria Secret Fashion Show! How do you feel?” Tefi asked you and you screamed lightly. “I am so excited!” You said straightaway. “As you said it’s my first time ever doing Victoria Secret. It’s just going to be fabulous. I just can't wait to walk with all the icons. I have wings!” You said breathlessly in shock.

Tefi laughed at your dramatics. “That’s always been a dream of mine so…” You bit your tongue excitdley. “Wait, give me a hint about your wings.” Tefi asked quietly. “Ooh- um…” You thought, “Big and shiny.” You concluded. “Oooh, okay, okay. Are there going to be any familiar faces in the crowd?” She asked and you smiled.

“My parents are here, which is exciting, but it is a race week so that group will not be here.” You said with a frown that Tefi also shared with you. “I know Lando is cheering you on though!” She said happily. “I’m sure he is. He’s my biggest supporter and I love him.” You smiled. “Well, last but not least. What would you say to anyone who wants to become a Victoria Secret model?”

You thought about it before answering. “Well, I am here for being authentically myself. That’s something every angel should know. Be yourself and do what you love. You are gorgeous just as you are. Never be afraid to be yourself, just because no one has ever been you before, doesn’t mean you can’t be. Never forget how gorgeous you are!” You pointed to the camera with a wink. 

On the pink carpet: 

"Wow! Such a large group we have here!" Olivia, the interviewer, said with a chuckle as the camera panned over the smiling faces of Lando and his friends. The drivers and their partners were all dressed to the nines, their presence drawing plenty of attention as they gathered on the pink carpet.

Lando grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, his excitement barely contained. "Yeah, I guess we brought the whole gang out tonight!" he laughed. "It’s not every day we get to surprise Y/N like this, so we thought, why not go all out?"

Olivia beamed at the group. "I love that you all made the effort, especially during race week! It’s not exactly a light time for you all." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "So, Lando, whose idea was it to pull off this surprise?"

"Honestly, it was a bit of a team effort," Lando admitted. "We all knew how much this meant to Y/N, and she was kind of bummed when she thought none of us could make it." He glanced at Max F. , who gave a knowing nod. "I was always going to come and surprise her, but I think it was Lewis who actually threw out the idea for all of us to come, but once it was in the air, we all just jumped on board. We coordinated our schedules, got permission from the teams—some logistical magic had to happen," he added with a chuckle. "But it was so worth it."

Olivia tilted her head, intrigued. "Y/N has no idea you guys are here, does she?"

Lando shook his head. "Nope, not a clue," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I facetimed her from the car, hoping she would think I was headed to the hotel.” He laughed. “She’s gonna be so shocked when she sees us in the audience." There was a hint of affection in his voice as he spoke. "She’s worked really hard for this, and I just wanted to make sure she knew how proud we all are of her."

"That's incredibly sweet," Olivia commented. "It’s clear there’s a lot of love and support in this group. And with so many of you here, it’s almost like a little F1 family reunion."

"Yeah, it kinda feels that way!" Lando agreed, glancing around at his friends. "It’ll be fun to see how Y/N reacts—though I’m not sure if she’ll be more excited or nervous seeing all of us watching her!"

The other drivers chuckled, sharing a look that showed just how much they enjoyed being part of the surprise. Olivia smiled warmly at Lando and the group. "Well, I have a feeling she’s going to love it. I can’t wait to see the moment she spots you all out there."

Lando’s grin widened, a mix of anticipation and pride in his expression. "Neither can I. It’s going to be a night to remember, that’s for sure."

The runway:

As you stepped onto the runway, the lights catching the metalic of your wings, you felt the excitement pulse through you. Each stride was powerful, confident, the rhythmic click of your heels drowning under the live performance and the cheers from the crowd surrounding you. But then, amidst the applause and flashing cameras, a familiar sound catches your ear—voices cheering just a little louder than the rest. 

You glance to your left, and there they are—Lando standing and clapping- and the entire crew, clapping from their seats, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't miss a step. Instead, you let a playful smile dance across your lips, keeping your gaze fixed on them as you waved with both arms to the audience, but your group knew it was for them. 

As you reached the end of the runway, you paused and struck your final pose, arching your back ever so slightly to accentuate the curve of your wings, hands resting on your hips. You held the pose, eyes glancing at all the strategically placed cameras. 

Turning on your heel, you began the walk back, your steps just as graceful as before, the cheers still ringing out. You take one last look over your shoulder at the crowd—at them—before disappearing backstage, your heart racing with exhilaration.

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When the show had ended you were throwing your final items in your bag as someone wrapped their arms around you. “Aah!” You screamed through laughter knowing exactly who it was. “Lando!” You scolded gently as he put you down. “Did you really think we would miss this?” He asked his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “Well, yes.” You nodded your head and he laughed before leaning down to kiss you.

“Everyone’s outside waiting for you. Come on.” He grabbed your bag as you grabbed your tulips. “You did amazing tonight!” You both turned and saw the Hadid sisters coming up. “Thank you so much. That means so much to me.” You said mildly star struck. You ended up taking a picture with them, and then Adriana, Tyra, Barbara -who you bonded over being surprised by your significant others with- Jasmine, and Alex Cosani, who you had become very close with over the whole show period.

“You ready?” Lando asked you as you made it to the stage door. “Ready.” You nodded. As Lando opened the door many lights blinded you both. You waved to all the fans who were lined up outside. You signed a few photos and got a few pictures before you were running up to all your friends in a giant group hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You laughed as you all started walking away. “Of course we would come!” Alexandra said, laying a head on your shoulder. “Thank you all so much. It means the world to me.” Lewis came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder when Alex lifted her head. “I had to make sure we supported you. This was all my idea!”

“Hey!” They all laughed when they heard Lando.

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What an unreal moment this was!!! ✨I've watched this clip the whole flight from NewYork to Austin and I'm still in awe. So much work and dedication went into this and I couldn't be prouder. Walking that stage alogside a group of the most incredible women, I carried my purpose with me representing you all✨

'just because no has done you before, doesn't mean you can't'

@/victoriassecret 🪽

Thank you to my lover- and Lewis- for coming out to surprise me!

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landonorris My Angel 🪽

↳yourusername my lover

alexandrasaintmleux such an experience seeing you walk! 🪽

- yourusername my girlfriend!

-landonorris 🤨

-charles_leclerc just let it happen mate

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carmenmmundt you looked so amazing! 🪽

-yourusername i love you!

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-yourusername I love you 

lilyzneimer you looked so pretty! 🪽

-yourusername I can’t believe you flew out just to see me, I love you

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-yourusername like I said, just to see me

kellypiquet So proud of you! 💖 P wore her wings from home

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francisca.cgomez Watching you walk was pure magic! Those wings were everything! 😍✨

-yourusername you are everything!

pietra.pilao Still can’t believe we got to see you shine like that! You’re an angel! 🪽

-yourusername I hadn’t seen you in forever! I’m so glad you came

leahkateb you were breathtaking! 💕

-yourusername 🩵🩵🩵 i love you!

-username4 Ariana?? What are you doing here?

serenapage The energy you brought to the runway was unreal!

-yourusername channelled my inner Serena 🤎

janacraig_  I can’t stop replaying your walk! You looked so confident and gorgeous! 😍

-yourusername from the Barbie herself 💗

gigihadid So glad we got to share the runway, gorgeuos! 

-yourusername omg!! thank you!

bellahadid You looked stunning! Can’t wait to walk with you again! 

-yourusername that would be a dream

alexcosani That walk was everything! So proud to call you a friend! 💞

-yourusername I’m so proud of us, love you bestie

jastookes You were meant to shine!

-yourusername learned it from you

realbarbarapalvin true VS angel! 

-yourusername omg! This is everything

adrianalima Loved walking with you! You inspired all of us! Keep being fabulous! Passing the crown to you

-landonorris she threw her phone across the room, please give her 5 minutes

-yourusername I love you! Thank you! You are an inspiration to everyone!

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-yourusername permision very much granted!

username7 Y/N for model of the year anyone?

-landonorris i agree

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landonorris my forever angel 🪽

I am so proud of you baby. Thank you for choosing me to spend life with. To many more runways, I love you- Lan

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username2 oh he loves her, loves her

yourusername I love you baby, thank you for always supporting me even when you have better things to do.

-carlossainz he almost turned the plane around when I told him we would have no time for golfing

-landonorris you will always be more important than golfing, shut up Carlos

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-yourusername love you max!

maxverstappen honoured to be there!

-yourusername did you get a pink g&t?

-maxvertsappen i sure did

lewishamilton An honour watching you walk the stage. Can’t wait to see how far you go! 🤎

-yourusername Thank you so much for always supporting me!🤎

charles_leclrec enjoyed watching you walk!

-yourusername still upset you didn’t bring Leo😒

georgerussell63 everyone say thank you Lewis. Proud of you Y/N!

-alex_albon thank you Lewis

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-landonorris 🙄

-yourusername thank you Lewis and thank you George!

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-yourusername the emoji shows you mean it 😊

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-landonorris are you trying to flirt with MY girlfriend

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-username9 lando is fighting for his life

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hope you all enjoyed!!! my request are open if you want to see anything for any of the drivers on my master list!

[gotta-winwin]

⭐ starring: jeonghan

💌 genre/wc: angst, fluff / 1.5k

💬 preview: jeonghan held your heart in the palm of his hands, his fingertips connected to the heartstrings that led to your chest.

tw/cw: fwb!jeonghan x reader, timeskips, abstract sex, messy love, mentions of grief and depression, growing old together

🪽fic rating: 18+

☁️ masterlist & a/n: based on the song black friday by tom odell, i've always loved the idea of finding the right person yet always having to wait for the right time. this is a part of my 500 followers celebration event -- our last instalment before february!

p.s thank you so much to @lovetaroandtaemin and @diamonddaze01 for beta reading ! my lovely wife tara also made the banner <33

Breathe in. 

It was the middle of the night but you were still awake, hovering by your phone as you waited, humming some nonsensical tune as you eyed your phone. 

Tonight was Black Friday, and Jeonghan might’ve been able to scrape by the afternoon, but you knew he wouldn’t survive the night. Not without you. 

The phone rang. Two sharp notes. Just like you expected it would. 

“Hello?” You raised the phone to your ear, listening carefully to the other end. Harsh pants and deep breaths reached you, as distant music echoed through the phone. 

“Y/N.” Jeonghan’s voice was scratchy and harmed, not at all like his usual angelic tone. “I-” 

“Send me your location.” You knew what he was here for. 

>

Breathe out. 

Jeonghan encroached on your territory like old companions would, chucking his shoes off in a lonely corner before enveloping you, arms closing around your waist as he buried himself close. And as much as you knew he did not belong to you, you couldn’t help but relax. It was neither your fault or his that the embrace always felt similarly shaped to home. 

“Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips in a breathless whisper. 

The skin around his eyes were colored the shade of red. 

“Hannie.” Pulling him into your living room, you gently pushed him down onto the couch, moving into the kitchen to make him a cup of tea. Green tea. A splash of sugar. No lemon. Just the way he preferred it to be. 

Silence was a precious commodity in your time with Jeonghan, as the two of you fed off each other's silences alone. Jeonghan would feel his mind slow, his tears fade, his lungs unruffle and breathe once again. You would feel waves of heartache and lingering pain. 

Jeonghan was that vice of yours, something unattainable and unjustified. Jeonghan came to you in moments of grief -- and you knew it wasn’t right to take advantage of that vulnerability. 

You told yourself again and again, maybe next time. Maybe next time you’d see each other in a better setting, one where you could approach him and tell him how you felt. 

The time never came. 

And so, you loved Jeonghan from afar, gentle hands tending to invisible wounds as your heart laid out on the table, bruised and fresh for the picking. 

>

Breathe in. 

Jeonghan worshiped you like he was trying to forget himself. Fervently, desperately, hips thrusting in time with your shared moans, his eyes trained on you like it was only the two of you in the world. Grief would be washed away with mind blowing pleasure and the first spark of love, if only momentarily. 

When all was finished, he’d collapse beside you, sweaty skin pressing against your back as he whispered his quiet thanks, the well meant praises he promised were only for your ears to hear. He’d run his slender fingers through your hair, basking in the light your happiness gave him.

But like many good things, you and Jeonghan were always momentary. 

>

Breathe out. 

Your breath hits the cold bitter air as you watch his back profile, overnight bag slung over his shoulder as he hailed down a cab. His smile is taunt and weak as he waves, the nostalgia of your face already sinking deep into his bones. 

He’ll miss you. Just never enough to call.

>

Breathe, again. 

By the time the next Black Friday rolls around, you’ve moved apartments. No longer being in the same city as Jeonghan irks you, the feeling is strange and unsettling. You worry about him more than you’d care to admit. How he’s doing, what life currently looks like for him. Jeonghan lives in your mind far more than someone who’s just a friend should. 

The phone rings. Once. Twice. While you’ve changed everything about your life ten times over since you’ve left highschool, your number is the only thing that stays constant. 

Your finger hovers over the green. You hesitate. You know who’s on the other end of the line. Your sleep paralysis demon. Your ghost. The boy who’s been haunting you all your life. 

“Jeonghan?” You speak into your phone. 

You pick up. You always do. 

“Y/N.” He breathes out. “I’m in your city.” A pause, and you hear the sound of partygoers behind him. “Can I come over?”

The cycle repeats. 

>

Breathe, for the last time. 

Jeonghan asks to fly you over. There’s a slight shift in the way he frames his words, a bit more bashful than you were used to him being. 

“Can you come over, baby? I’ll fly you to my city.” 

Jeonghan had never once crossed the line of calling you baby. 

But of course you had said yes. You always, fucking, did. 

“Of course.” You had replied, already looking at how many shifts you could cancel for the weekend. “I’d love to come see you.” 

>

Breathe, bitch. 

“I think I fell in love with you.” He admits, halfway through a bottle of red wine. “A little bit. Somewhere along the way of-” He gestures at the air between the two of you. “-this.” 

“What?” Your heart beats, so loud you swear he could hear it. 

“I’m in love with you.” A cheeky smile graces across his face and his eyes twinkle under the dim kitchen lights of his high rise apartment. The moon is full tonight. 

“You’re-” You choke on your words. “You’re in love with me? Since when?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It just sort of, happened.” 

And although you’ve played out this moment in time a hundred times in your head, what you feel next surprises you. You don’t feel love, no. You feel red, hot, anger. 

“You’re in love with me?” The words come out loud, unrestrained and full of disbelief. “Oh, why? Because it’s now convenient for you?”

Jeonghan stares at you with his mouth parted. 

“I know you were grieving- but I don’t know- it didn’t hit you that maybe it was wrong to keep me on your every beck and call for these past ten years? Showing up whenever you need a woman’s comfort and touch to help you forget?” 

“You didn’t have to pick up.” 

A rippling laugh escapes you, along with a scoff. “I love you, Yoon Jeonghan. Of course I always picked up.” 

“You love me?” Because of course, that was the only thing he heard. 

You blink, taken aback by how soft his voice suddenly is. “I do.” It wasn’t hard to admit it anymore, not when it had been the one thing defining you for so long. 

Worlds collide when your lips touch, his chapped ones clinging onto every inch he could taste. It felt different -- entirely whole and innocent. Like playground lovers learning what intimacy felt like for the first time. 

“I wanted to wait before I could let myself love you.” Jeonghan tells you after, lying in bed as he once again, threads his slender fingers through your hair. “To pull myself into some semblance of a man, a man that deserved to love you. Who could.” 

You stared into his eyes, knowing he wasn’t finished talking. 

“Tell me.” You whispered. “Let me in your head.” 

But the grace period his grief had given him was gone. 

“I love you.” Is all he says, turning over to pull the sheets closer around him. “Remember that.” 

You would look back, and recall how it felt as if he was trying to remember it himself.

>

Breathe deep. 

It was only decades later did Jeonghan finish his thoughts, the same ones he had begun when the two of you were still bumbling adults, stumbling through life with your hands outstretched. 

“I was jealous.” He voices out one day, a seemingly unimportant wednesday evening. He sits on the rocking chair with his cup of tea, an old woolen blanket tucked over his lap. His reading glasses lie delicately on his nose as he looks at you. 

At first you don’t understand. “What?” Perhaps you hadn’t heard him correctly, your hearing had been worsening with age. 

“Back then,” Jeonghan continues. “When we were still in our twenties. I was jealous of how brightly you shined. You could walk into a room and light it up like a beacon.” He laughed, his body shaking with energy. “You woke me up better than any medicine could. I was this- dark ball of hatred and grief and uncertainty towards the world-”

Jeonghan had changed over the years since then. Marriage, kids, and growing old had changed him. Falling in love with you had changed him entirely. 

“You were my buoy.” He says definitively. “And I’m sorry that it took me nearly ten years to realize that I needed you. Loved you.” 

It felt like another lifetime. 

Reaching over from your own chair, you took his hand in yours -- his fingers no longer perfect but still just as slender. “That was eons ago, my love. And we have spent much more than ten years together.” 

Breathe.

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ʚིᵋ ⋆ INSTAGRAM UPDATE ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── 241224: This Christmas, With Love

happy Christmas Eve, my loves!! happy holidays to you and your families! i hope you all have a great day/night with your loved ones. keep warm, eat a lot of delicious food, and i hope you all have gotten all you have wished for this holidays!! this is a long ig update for you lovelies and this is the first of many which are coming soon!! happy holidays once again and all the love, my lovelies 🎄🎉🤍

p.s. one-shot based on the events behind these instagram post, aka JeongNa’s Christmas Eve will be posted soon 👀💞

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lunabae not all gifts come wrapped, some are sung. here’s my gift wrapped in melodies! a little something for the holidays. five songs for someone who makes my world brighter. maybe they’ll make yours a little warmer too! for the one who inspired it and for all of you 🎄🤍

Santa’s biggest secret this year? is that i made this about you, thinking of you, inspired by you, just for you @/jeonghaniyoo_n because Santa doesn’t know you like i do, my angel boy 🪽🤍

this Christmas, with love… out now!!

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jeongnadaily nobody fucking speak to me. i am being so serious rn.

nana-lulu-ya MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS INDEED!! YOON JEONGHAN IS ONE LUCKY SON OF A BITCH 😫

↳ napipopeta17 HOW TF DOES ONE BECOME YOON JEONGHAN?!?

jiyeoniedaily FIVE NEW SONGS?! FIVE NEW FREE SONGS?!? FREE!!!?! BAE JIYEON?! NO, CALL HER SANTA CAUSE SHE JUST ENDED HIM!!

svt_angelcarat LUNA HOW DARE YOU BE THIS THOUGHTFUL I’M LITERALLY CRYING RN. I MEAN, IK ITS FOR JEONGHAN BUT STILL😭😭

↳ jxjforever not us losing our minds as if this was for us… this is for Jeonghan… JUST IMAGINE HOW HE IS FEELING?!??

↳ hanniehaeyo twirling his hair, kicking his feet, and giggling as he writes on his diary.

jeonghan_simp14 ‘Santa doesn’t know you like I do, my angel boy’— IM SCREAMINGGGG THIS WOMAN KNOWS HOW TO WRITE A LOVE LETTER AND TURN IT INTO AN ALBUM???

whitelight_luna THE WAY SHE CALLED HIM ANGEL BOY AND SAID SHE KNOWS HIM BETTER THAN SANTA… she really said “watch this” and gave him the most meaningful Christmas gift ever

↳ ashonash SHE WON. BAE JIYEON WON. PERIOD. THE BEST GIFT. HANDS DOWN. NO ONE IS TOPPING THIS I’M AFRAID.

ohmysvt Yoon Jeonghan. Listen to me. You’re so lucky. YOU ARE SO LUCKY. SHE WROTE YOU SONGS???! A WHOLE ASS ALBUM INSPIRED BY YOU??? JEONGNA WON CHRISTMAS.

caratville_luv GUYS PLS THE LYRICS TO ‘Santa Doesn’t Know You Like I Do’ 💀 ‘He won’t bring you somebody that loves you more than me’— HELLOOO SHE— IS CORRECT.

↳ missbitch ‘so why can't I be the one to give you everything you want?’ GOODBYE I—

moonchild.97 She really out here saying, ‘Santa could NEVER. I KNOW MY MAN BETTER.’ THE WAY SHE LIVES AND BREATHES FOR JEONGHAN 😭😭😭.

seoksoonyoungdazed NOT ME GIGGLING LIKE A FOOL LISTENING TO ‘Winter Things’ 😭 it’s so soft and sweet like… who writes this???! LUNA DOES. BECAUSE SHE LOVES HER MAN THE MOST.

meaniescorner How do I find someone who loves me like Luna loves Jeonghan bc I’m officially unwell over this album.

↳ user17righthere Asked google the same exact question just now 😳

hannie_xoxo She just told the entire world that Jeonghan is her angel boy, gave us five love songs, and changed Christmas forever. I can’t do this rn 😭

luvmoonx LUNA STOP MAKING ME WANT TO BE YOU PLS.

ohhlujeong MISS THING SAID SANTA HAS NOTHING ON HER AND SHE IS RIGHT CAUSE THIS IS A MASTERPIECE 🙌

svt4lifeu SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO?!? TRUE LOVE??! WINTER THINGS!!? WHITE XMAS!!? A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS???? Bae Jiyeon really is that bitch and I’m eating it up. This is love, ppl. THIS IS LOVE. ROMEO AND JULIET COULD NEVER.

hanlu.couple WHO EVEN NEEDS SANTA WHEN YOU HAVE LUNA?!?! I HOPE JEONGHAN IS SOBBING RN. IF HE ISN’T I WILL SOB FOR HIM 😭

↳ gyugyushadow HE PROBABLY IS. I MEAN I WOULD 😭

the14together Santa doesn’t know Jeonghan like Luna does BUT I WISH SHE’D LET SANTA KNOW HOW I FEEL BC I WANT LOVE LIKE THIS TOO 🤩🤩

↳ luv4luna97 HAHSHYAEGWGH THIS CRACKED ME UP 😂 (it’s funny cause it’s true and i relate.)

moonstruckhannie FIVE SONGS JUST FOR HIM? YOU CANNOT TELL ME SHE DOESN’T LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD.

svt_ot14fam How do we compete with Luna? Like Jeonghan stans… pack it up. THIS IS OUR CHRISTMAS ELIMINATION.

moonjestic97 The ‘Santa doesn’t know Jeonghan like I do’ is ICONIC, but ‘thinking of you, inspired by you, just for you’— my Jeongna heart is sobbing AND SCREAMING.

angelsong97 She’s in love. He’s in love. We’re all in love with their love. This is the most Christmas thing that’s ever Christmassed. MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎉❤️

moonchildsvt This album proves what we’ve been saying all along: LUNA LOVES JEONGHAN THE MOST. PERIOD.

frostedmoons97 Jiyeonie really said “Santa could never” and literally changed the trajectory of Jeonghan’s Christmas and my life. WHAT A WOMAN.

diamondmoonnight This is my official application to be reincarnated as Jeonghan next lifetime bc I NEED LUNA TO LOVE ME THIS MUCH.

↳ iceprincess_luna I hate to burst your bubble but with THIS kind of love… it’s obvious that they’ll find each other again on every lifetime and universe.

↳ hannielover-96 don’t make me cry this is adorable and so true 🥹🤍

warmmoon_hannie Luna gave us five songs but ruined my life because I will never experience this kind of love. Thanks, queen!

caratunit14 This album is the definition of moonstruck and I’M OBSESSED. Jeonghan, she really said, “Only I know you the best.”

noona-luna97 GUYS!!! JEONGHAN’S POST!!! WTF?!? MOM AND DAD 🥹💖💖💖

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jeongnadaily i just came from Jiyeonie’s post. Please, guys… I’m unwell. Give me a break to catch my breath, mom, dad 🫠

moonsandcarats NOT HIM SPINNING HER ALBUM TITLE INTO ‘this Christmas, with my love, my moon’— STOPPPPP I’M ACTUALLY SCREAMING 😭😭😭

lulunova17 Han. I just managed to stop screaming from Jiyeonie’s post for you… don’t do this to me rn.

jeonghaluvr95 JEONGHAN SAID YOU WROTE ME AN ALBUM, I’LL GIVE YOU YOUR CHILDHOOD DREAM PET. WHAT IS THIS LEVEL OF LOVE????

bunnymoon_97 A BUNNY. HE GOT HER A BUNNY. THE WAY SHE’S BEEN DREAMING OF HAVING ONE SINCE SHE WAS A KID I CANNOT BREATHE.

↳ jxjforever I AM HYPERVENTILATING WITH YOU GIRL!!!

hannieluna_otp The creative genius of taking her album title and turning it into the caption for his post… JEONGHAN REALLY IS IN LOVE LOVE AND SO IS JIYEON 🫵💞💞💞

caratluvangel Luna: gifts Jeonghan a whole ass Christmas album she wrote for him and writes the most romantic caption ever. Jeonghan: gifts Luna her childhood dream pet and writes the most romantic caption ever Me: rocking back and forth, ugly crying in the corner, single as fuck 😭

svtchaosclub A BUNNY!!?! A BUNNY 😭 IYKYK

moonlitangel97 Y’all this isn’t JUST a bunny; it’s YEARS of her wanting one and Jeonghan making it happen. I’M DONE. THEY’RE TOO MUCH.

↳ user7782652 Same 🥹 they are not good for my well being. My heart can’t take it anymore.

lunaticshannie LUNA WROTE JEONGHAN SONGS ABOUT KNOWING HIM BETTER THAN SANTA, AND HE SAID “OK HERE’S THE DREAM YOU NEVER GOT AS A KID. CHECKMATE.”— THEY’RE INSANE.

forevercarat14 His caption. THE CAPTION. ‘This Christmas, with my love, my moon.’ JEONGHAN YOU ARE THE MOST ROMANTIC MAN ALIVE.

moonstruckinlove The bunny isn’t just a pet; it’s a promise. A ‘I see you, I know you, I love you’ moment. I’M MELTING.

the14angels HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LOVED BY JEONGHAN???? LUNA, SHARE YOUR SECRETS PLS. I’M BEGGING.

↳ sooniesoonsoon THE FACT THAT THIS COULD BE ASKED THE OTHER WAY AROUND IS INSANE 🥹

lunahope_97 She waited her whole life for a bunny but never got one bc her mom is allergic and her schedule has gotten busier as she got older AND JEONGHAN MADE IT HAPPEN. 🥹

↳ lunanovalover I just know she cried. I just KNOW it. I bet all that I have that Jiyeonie BALLED her eyes out.

jeonghanmoon93 HANNIE KNEW SHE WANTED THIS FOR SO LONG. THEY’RE IN LOVE AND HATERS JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.

whitechristmaslove The caption??! HER ALBUM TITLE BUT ABOUT HER BEING HIS MOON???? SIR PLEASE YOU’RE KILLING US.

↳ channieenie99 his moon and her angel boy 🥹🤍

angelhannie-95 They’re not just soulmates; they’re DESTINED. He knows her heart, her dreams, EVERYTHING. AND VICE VERSA. I’M OBSESSED 💖

bunnysvtlover No bc Luna is holding the bunny like it’s her whole world, and JEONGHAN KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WOULD MAKE HER THIS HAPPY 😭

hannieangelmoon It couple behavior 🤭🩷

jeonglunaluv Jeonghan’s love language is just MAKING SURE LUNA’S THE HAPPIEST WOMAN ALIVE, AND I LOVE THAT FOR HER ❤️‍🩹🥹

angelsandmoons Jeonghan really took ‘this Christmas, with love’ and made it ‘with my love, my moon.’ THIS IS LITERARY GENIUS 🤌💋

lunababejeonghan i CANNOT deal with them anymore!! first Luna’s Christmas ep dedicated to Han and now his gift for her being a fucking BUNNY!! Her DREAM BUNNY!! BYE—

moonstruckcarats Jiyeonie’s album is proof that Jiyeon listens, loves, and knows Jeonghan better than anyone else. This bunny is proof that Jeonghan listens, loves, and knows her better than anyone else. WE’RE ALL JEALOUS, RIGHT?!

jeonghanislove Jeonghannie and Jiyeonie are single-handedly rewriting what it means to be a thoughtful partner. A WHOLE ALBUM AND A WHOLE CHILDHOOD DREAM. ARE YOU KIDDING?

bunnymooncarat Every Christmas gift ever has been CANCELLED. THIS is the new gold standard. JEONGHAN DID THAT. LUNA DID THAT. THEY DID THAT. JEONGNA DID THAT.

↳ hanhanhannie-hae THEY WON CHRISTMAS!! JEONGNA WON CHRISTMAS 😫🙌💖

↳ svt-luna MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎄❤️❤️❤️ THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST CHRISTMAS!!!

lunaversion_ CALL THEM MR. AND MRS. CLAUS

↳ jeongnlover Mr. and Mrs. Yoon soon.. 👀🤍

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40 DAY AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER FIVE

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

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June 2025 — Atlanta, Georgia 

It’s a couple hours after my show. I sat with my back against the counter of whatever bar Julian and a few of his friends dragged me out to.

The concert tonight was something I still haven’t fully processed. Even after having shows all over the country, performing in my hometown just hours ago was unreal.

The energy was indescribable. Loud would be the closest thing to label it. But after the event, a meet and greet, and an outfit change, I find myself under flashing lights and bass booming music.

I’m all by my lonesome at the bar, a lemon drop in my hands as my head slowly bops along with the trap music that fills my ears. Julian is somewhere across the floor with some friends from college, giving me a much needed break from him for the rest of the night.

He’s a different beast when he’s drunk. Not in a bad way, but just very loud or clingy, or touchy and after the long day I had, having his tall sweaty body over mine was only going to make me overstimulated.

I finish my drink and place the glass down on the counter, switching it out for ice cold water. It’s smooth and refreshing down my throat, a contrast to the warm atmosphere I’m seated in. 

The sound of another drink hitting the bar grabs my attention, I turn around and the nice bartender in front of me pushes a drink closer to me. She doesn’t speak, only tossing her head to the side. When I look over, there’s a certain blonde delivering a wide smile.

I nod in response before taking a sip of the drink. A Dirty Shirley, of course.

“Good to see you’re alive.” Paige jokes when I approach her. She wears black light wash jeans and a black graphic tee. Her stomach is tight, abs on display, arms tanned and wildly muscular, and it takes everything in me to not gawk over her body. 

She pats the stool to her left, signaling me to take a seat beside her. I fix my mini skirt before sitting on the stool, scooting it closer towards her. 

“Hey, P.” My voice fits together. It’s a weird feeling. I spent all week thinking about what I would do when I saw her again. Maybe give her a hug, or tell her that I did indeed miss her. But instead, I’m silent. My voice is scratchy and I feel so little under her gaze.

“It’s good to see you, angel.” Paige smiles at me, her fingers tapping along the spine of the beer bottle she drinks from. “See you got my drink.”

“I did.” I responded. “I’m not sure why you like this shit tho’. Too much vodka.” I grimace.

“What?”

“It’s strong as hell!”

“Oh please, I’ve seen you take casa straight.” She points out with a roll of her eyes. I don’t fight the grin that spreads onto my face mid conversation. It was things like this that I think I missed more than her look. The childish bickering that led to belly aching laughter. 

I’m about to speak up again, send a playful shot her way that shuts her up, when Julian saunters over. I don’t miss the slight tumble in his walk. He drapes an arm over my shoulder, standing right between Paige and myself as he tells the bartender to close out our tab.

His eyes travel to me first, but when he sees that I’m still attempting to look at Paige, he turns to face her too.

Julian gives her a nod. “You’re uh,” he takes a breath to search his brain cockily, I shoot him an unamused glance. “Paige right? Play for the Sparks?”

“That’s me.” She nods.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. This one doesn’t seem to shut up about you.”

Paige fights a smirk, and the only reason I can tell is because her eyes bounce from Julian, to the floor, then to myself, and then back to Julian. “Oh for real? Could say the same about you, man.” 

Just like that their exchange is over. Paige looks away and Julian looks down at me.

“The guys and I are heading to a different club. You comin’?”

I shake my head. “I was jus’ gonna get some food. I’m not really feelin’ it.” I tell him.

He shrugs passively, reaching over me to take his receipt from the bartender. “Sounds good to me.” Julian leans over, kissing my forehead quickly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I can’t even fight the roll of my eyes this time. In the morning is crazy , I think to myself. 

“Uh oh. Trouble in Paradise?” Paige asks. Her face is genuine, but her tone of voice makes it obvious to me that she’s prodding. I want to smack that stupidly sexy smirk off her face.

“Shut up.”

“And you cringin’ when he kiss y—”

“Paige. Shut up.”

She does, throwing her hands up in defense. I watch intently as her lips wrap around the spout of the bottle, the way her head tosses back when she takes a swig and how her throat bobs as she swallows. I’m so fucked. 

“What are you doing in Atlanta anyways?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Game tomorrow. You comin?”

“You want me to?”

“I mean, I need you there. I went off last time you came.” Paige says. The manner with which she looks at me when we have a conversation is distracting. Her eyes glued on mine, a slight tilt of her head, and the occasional lick or bit of her lips. I’m trying really hard to keep my composure but it’s hard.

What am I even thinking? I have a boyfriend, whom I care for very much.

“You went off the other night in Chicago. Didn’t you have 30 or sum?” My hand fiddles with the straw in my nearly empty Shirley. For someone who thought it wasn’t all that good, I was definitely drowning it.

Paige laughs. “Aneesah and Angel blocked my shot like 5 times that game. And 7 kept picking my pocket.”

“You still played good, no?” I ask with a smile.

“Do you wanna come or not, angel?”

“Okay! I’ll go, I’ll go! I’m just sayin’ you don’t need me there. You’re on a tear this season anyway.” I turn away to fight the blush on my face. She’s such a flirt it’s unbelievable.

“Yeah? You been watching lil old me?”

“Oh fuck off.”

—

The coldness of the seat sent shivers through my spine, my short sleeve top not providing any type of warmth in the establishment. I can only imagine that Maraye’s skirt and tube top combo wasn’t helpful for her either. I toss her my gray zip up from my seat across from her.

After leaving the club, I made my way out to Waffle House, with Maraye obviously. It’s early in the morning, the clock on the wall reads 1:38am.

“Thanks.” She mumbles with a mouth full of hash browns as she takes my jacket.

“Mouth full is crazy.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Y’sure you won’t be cold?” I find it funny, because even as she asks, she’s throwing on the hoodie and zipping it up gratefully. I brush her off, ignoring the very obvious goosebumps on my skin and stabbing into my peanut butter waffle.

We were talking about her shows over the last few weeks. I always found the lifestyle she lived so interesting. Honestly, I thought of it as being much similar to my career, but playing in a court and performing her most vulnerable moments for people is not the same.

“I mean seeing people in the audience cry over the songs I sing is so surreal. Like tonight, I closed with Different Pages, and as soon as the instrumental cut on, I could see girls in the front just start crying and I’m like, they really fuck with me. Y’know?” Her eyes glaze over and I don’t miss it. I wouldn’t even dare tear my eyes away from her right now.

She looks gorgeous. Which is simply unbelievable because her hair is a bit tousled and her eyes dark with exhaustion. Yet, she’s the prettiest girl in the world to me right now. 

This entire situation is messy. For a multitude of reasons but the most obvious one being the six-foot-something curly headed boundary that is between us. I know better. I know that all me and Maraye have going for us is a friendship, that when she looks at me it’s just because she looks at all of her friends with that sort of eye contact. Or that when she begs me to come out to Waffle House with her at nearly two in the morning, it’s because we were already hanging out, and not because she wanted to have alone time with me. 

I know better.

Even then, all my better judgment is thrown out the window with her. She’s everything. The personality I’ve gotten to know belongs to someone that I so desperately need. 

I don’t even care about hurting Julian, oddly enough.

I drink from my glass of water before drawing myself back into conversation, I’d been quiet for a bit too long.

“You’re an amazing performer from what I saw. And the music connects to people. You shouldn’t be surprised.” I complement.

Her face contorts.

“You were at the show tonight? Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice raises as she drops her fork on her plate.

“You been ignoring me all week, Raye!” I laugh. I probably should’ve told her that I was coming, but after my calls and texts went unanswered I just stopped trying. “I called you tonight too. Shit when straight to voicemail.”

Maraye frowns at me, looking down at her plate before back up at me. “I’m sorry.” She apologizes, but what follows I don’t even expect. “I’ve been thinking so much about you and ju’ and— regardless, I shouldn’t have cut you out.”

“I missed you.” It falls from my lips before I can even register it. 

Maraye smiles that beautiful angelic smile of hers. She presses her elbows to the table, looking over at me with that goddess-like head tilt that turns my brain to mush.

“I missed you too, blondie.” 

It’s different. I’ve heard it from her over the phone, or from past girlfriends, old teammates, friends. But the way those three words— I missed you— hit my ears has me falling apart into a puddle of skin and bones in my seat. 

Her accent drives me crazy. It wraps her words in a certain comfort and familiarity that I could only ever feel from Maraye. It carries a gentle, melodic lilt that draws me into her, I’m damn near all up in her personal space from how deep she’s drawn me into her without even touching me.

Every simple phrase she says to me sounds like sweet poetry, and suddenly I’m understanding even more why her music makes people so emotional. Because the way she’s talking to me right now is making me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever felt for any girl in my whole life.

It’s fucking terrifying.

—

The end of the night approached much faster than I’d like to admit. Mostly because I had a great time with Paige and it was coming to an end. We made a quick detour to the 7/11 for slushee’s before getting in the uber again. We exited the car pretty quickly, arriving at The Westin Peachtree where we both, coincidentally, were staying at. 

Paige walks me all the way to my suite. It’s a little past 3am when I stand outside my door. 

I turn around to look up at her. Her hair is pulled out of her face now, a messy bun at the nape of her neck that gives me a perfect view of her clear and tanned skin.

“Thanks for keeping me company tonight.” I told her. My hands travel to the zipper of her hoodie, peeling it from my body. I don’t mean for it to look as sultry as it does, but that’s the message that it gives off because Paige’s eyes follow the whole way down.

“Y-yeah of course. I had a good time wit’ you, Raye.” She speaks. The stutter I pick up on is so slight, barely even there, but it’s enough to make me feel like I’m about to pass out.

I hand her the thick hoodie, thankful for the warmth it brought me for the last few hours. 

I find it so crazy that I could have so much fun doing nothing with a person I’ve known for barely even a month. We walked around for what felt like forever, just talking and picking each other’s brains apart. It was a feeling truly like no other. 

“So tomorrow right? I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask. My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth as I nibble on it nervously. My stomach practically sits in my ass and I can’t pinpoint why, but suddenly I’m anxious. As hell. And it’s her, she makes me nervous in a way I’ve never experienced before— and I’ve been on stage in stadiums full of thousands of people.

There’s a sort of tension between the two of us. I’m grateful that the hallway is empty, because if people were walking around and saw us they would’ve for sure gotten the wrong idea.

Shockingly, I don’t even know if it would be the wrong idea. Because I want her.

Paige, the blonde woman that has maybe 4 inches over me, the blonde that I find myself looking for in every place I travel to, the blonde who looks at me right now with a different type of look in her eye that I can’t yet figure out. I want her.

“Yeah, angel. Of course.” She nods slowly at my question while taking a step closer to me. Her arms find a home around my waist and it is then when I’m hugging her that I realize it’s my first time feeling her touch all night.

Her body is so warm against me, her neck practically setting my forearms on fire.

She smells like strawberries, which I wouldn’t have expected from just looking at her tonight. I can feel every ridge of her muscles, I spread my palm over the ones on her back and her biceps press into my side from how she hugs me. I don’t pay too much attention to how her hand travels just a bit lower, inches away from the swell of my ass and I know I should push her further. Say that we’re toeing the line, that this is too much to just be a friendly hug, that it feels so damn intimate.

I don’t want to though.

That’s when I know I’m in too deep.

I pull back from her gently, but her hands still remain in their position. I place my hands on her shoulders, looking back into her eyes. The blue reminds me of fresh blueberries, they make me feel like I’m at home. The rims are a bit reddened, expected from how long we’ve been awake. Yet, I could stand like this for hours, just looking at her and those eyes. I swear I see the pupils get just a bit bigger, and I tear my eyes away from Paige before mine do the same.

I can feel that gaze still on me, but when I look back she’s dead set on my lips. 

In return I look at hers. They’re a perfect soft pink. Plump and nicely moisturized from the chapstick I caught her using earlier. I wonder what they taste like. If they mimic her strawberry scent or if they taste like the blue raspberry slurpee she downed. They could taste like nothing too, and I wouldn’t mind it. 

She’s suddenly pulling away from me with a step back, her arms falling from my hips. Paige clears her throat before digging her hands into the pockets of her jeans. 

“Tomorrow.” She confirms. “Get some sleep, aight?” The drawl of her voice is addicting, I could spend hours listening to her talk to me just so I could know how different words sound when they fall from her lips.

“Yeah you too, P.” I responded, turning my back to her to unlock the door to my hotel. I hear her footsteps retreating from me so I turn my head back. It was supposed to be brief, I swear it was. 

But then she’s looking back at me and I want to last forever. 

Just me and Paige looking at each other for as long as the universe allows us to.

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divine temptations | 222

you're such an angel, and i'm gonna hurt you

fallenangel!anakin x nun!reader | lore 🪽 | playlist

synopsis: after the meeting with the high council, anakin is imprisoned publicly to shame him. in his hatred for your guardian angels, he destroys them, causing chaos to overcome both heaven and earth.

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highlights: {minors dni} dark content, heavy religious themes and imagery, inspiration taken from catholicism primarily, sexual themes, corruption kink, light sexualization of the reader as a nun, fem!reader & use of she/her pronouns, attempted sexual assault {mentioned}, rape {mentioned}

table of contents | 333 {coming soon}

The memories of his assault of your vessel were visceral and disturbing weeks after the event. Your neck was left bruised, and it ached for several days. Sometimes, you couldn’t sleep because every time you closed your eyes you were sent back to that moment where you were at your weakest, helpless against that tree. Almost raped. Almost.

Almost is a taunting thought

You believed that, since you hadn’t been defiled, you shouldn’t be bothered by the occurrence for long. You shouldn’t have these nightmares of being raped over and over again. You shouldn’t feel vulnerable. You would simply return to your beautiful life here at the convent, your sanctuary. A place where you never have felt unsafe or threatened in any way. You loved the women here, and they loved you.

The last time you were vulnerable like this was your past life when you were a part of the world, before you had found the monastic way of life. Never did you believe you would have to feel pain like this again.

Hatred lights the path of the fallen. But you hate that man for what he wanted to do to you. How could someone be so wicked?

And every time you thought of his face, you cried and sometimes wished for death. These were thoughts that haven’t scathed your mind since you entered the convent. But perhaps contact with that despicable man left you tainted. Maybe you needed to be cleansed and prayed over, bathed in the holy waters.

What other recourse did you have?

When you explained to your sisters why you required the service, they were more than happy to pray over you. They prepared the bath for you too. Sister Agnes remained with you the entire time to help guide your prayers. The water must have risen an inch from your tears. After the bath, Sister Agnes walked you back to your private chamber.

She broke into a sob. “Oh, my dear,” the elderly woman wiped her tears, “We shouldn’t have allowed you to go near the road alone.”

You drew her into a hug. Of course, they should have sent you with another. But all you could say to the heartbroken woman was, “Don’t worry about it. I feel much better now. Our Lord protected me.”

Sister Agnes cried harder when you said that. The new expression upon her wrinkled face was one of relief. She truly believed you. And you were happy that she would not share your pain.

You bid her goodnight and went inside your room to pray. When you wanted to feel closer to the Creator, you opened your window to let the moonlight in and knelt before your window seat, setting a pillow under your knees, a makeshift prayer bench. While it was not the proper way in which to address Him, you were not so sure He minded.

For the first few minutes, you sobbed, thanking Him for the lightning that only struck your assailant and not you. The electricity only touched your skin momentarily. It was as if there had been a barrier between you and Death. You should have both died from the lightning, but only that man did. The miraculous occurrence saved you from an even greater pain.

But the thought did little to comfort you. Why you? What made you so special that you deserved a supernatural rescue and so many others didn’t? The thing that should have brought you to your knees in gratitude and praise of your savior made you... question everything, including how heavenly justice worked?

Although, the whole incident could have been some cosmic joke.

And despite spending the whole day in prayer with your sisters, you felt the same. You were still terrified about what happened. So much so that sleep was an impossible feat. During all your time at the convent prior to the horrific event, you embraced solitude and found contentment. But this night, you wouldn’t have hated companionship, someone to hold you tight and tell you that you were safe here.

“You can’t say that, Anakin! Do you understand the gravity of this situation? Do you?” Obi-Wan had never shown his anger so outwardly before. Anger marked his brow, his furious stare, his clenched jaw, and his haunting tone.

Anakin could sense his fear, despite the rage his friend used to hide it. They both understood that what Anakin had done was enough to have him sent to hell for all eternity. Their father was not so lenient of the angelic hosts as he was of humans. The humans were free to sin, and forgiveness was offered to them at every turn. And yet somehow, they still missed the chance to ascend to the heavenly realms. Most chose to trade their vaporous lives for eternity. And the Creator allowed it because of free will.

“But it’s true, Obi-Wan. There’s nothing you can do,” Anakin said emotionlessly. The chains of light were clamped tightly round his ankles, keeping him grounded. Nothing can break them except for the Creator’s Will.

He was chained to the platform right outside the chambers of the High Council, like he was an animal on display. And to the rest of the heavenly host, Anakin was a creature of anomaly. Seraphim were respected for their unbreakable devotion to Him above all else, yet Anakin wished for nothing more than to leave his place of honor. He wanted to be able to visit the Earth realms. He wanted to seduce you.

“I will try to change his mind,” Obi-Wan said to him with all hope. “He is more understanding than you give him credit for.”

With that, Obi-Wan disappeared. His wings were so quick that he moved almost at light’s speed. And Anakin was alone again in his humiliation. But he didn’t mind because now he could give you all his attention. He watched you as he always did. But this time he was not pleased by what he saw.

Never had he seen you so unhappy. He’d never witnessed you cry for anything but joy. The visions you saw in your sleep. You believed they were nightmares, but he saw the demons torturing your mind as clearly as he could see you below. Your good-for-nothing guardians were evidently too busy to cast them away. Anakin would do that for you, but he was in a bad place as it was. Interfering with your life again wouldn’t be prudent. If the Creator did not eliminate him, Obi-Wan certainly would. So, this time, he did as he should, and he merely observed from a distance, watching you cry your eyes out and writhe in pain only felt by your spirit.

The more he watched the heavier his own spirit weighed. If your guardians had served you faithfully, then you wouldn’t be left understandably traumatized from the event. It was almost too hard for him to watch you this way. But he couldn’t leave you alone like this. Even if you didn’t know he was there. He couldn’t let you out of his sight.

And as your pain grew deeper, so did his hate for those who failed in their calling to protect you. Unlike the other angels, Anakin struggled to contain his hate. No one who harmed you was free of his wrath. Certainly not your guardian angels.

The heavens erupted into chaos. Anakin had lost himself to his own wrath. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had been punished for saving you from being violated, and those who failed in their duty to protect you were left completely unscathed. And for someone who already, secretly despised the entire heavenly host and whose hatred was like a forgotten thorn in one’s side festering for ages, obliterating your five guardians in one hailstorm of fiery rage was as simple as taking a breath for him.

Instantly, he was reprimanded by the Creator directly. In a single moment, ejected from the heavenly realms, banished to dwell upon Earth until the end of time. Hell, where he would now spend eternity, was his final destination. The mercy of the Creator saved him from being sent there first. Earth was to be his Sheol, a temporary hell.

But did they forget that his interests lie only with you. Did they fail to notice that this might be what he wanted all along? Even if he only had until the end of time with you, he knew that it would be worth it. Though you were unaware at this time, nothing would keep him from you. The laws of heaven no longer applied to him. He was free to torment the earthly beings, though that wasn’t nearly as alluring as possessing you.

 Banished from Heaven and sent to Earth, he lost his heavenly title, and his name was written among the fallen. He kept his beauty in full, but now as an angel of light. And despite having wanted this to happen, being reprimanded so heavily over what he saw as the right thing to do irked him. And the pain that he felt you living through as a result of your guardians’ inadequacy ignited his fury in ways devastating to the Earth. 

His rage awoke nature’s spirits. Thunder, Lightning, Rain, and Hail terrorized the inland villages. He disrupted the seas, wreaking havoc on coastal cities, leaving them destroyed in his wake. And nothing was put in place to stop him.

The voices of the High Council rang in his ears as they pleaded with him to end his madness. But Anakin was drunk on power, the lack of restraint he now possessed, for the fallen were given domain over the Earth for a time of unknown length. He didn’t believe in redemption. His thought was why not enjoy it here. The earthly realms were to be his last Heaven.

For weeks, the destruction by Anakin’s fury continued.

Obi-Wan was sent to stop and contain him. But Obi-Wan believed, perhaps foolishly, that Anakin’s heart could be changed.

The cherub appeared before him, glory to glory, withholding nothing. And yet the majesty of the fallen one was still unmatched.

“You know why I am here,” Obi-Wan announced, wielding his fiery blade, directing its point to the enemy.

Anakin could not cower in the presence of the threatening blade. That was beneath him. “Do I?”

“Given more time, Earth and its surrounding realms will be destroyed. This lust for power has consumed you.”

He was not blind to his own faults. But under his own authority, he could do as he pleased. Destroying this realm would be good. Nothing good has come from mankind. Not in his eyes. From his view, he could see the suffering humans enacted upon each other and upon the Earth, the very thing which provides them life. The only good in this world was you. And he had plans to sweep you away. Far away.

“The one that you love. You’re going to kill her. She will hate you.”

Anakin gave him a biting glare. If Obi-Wan knew... then that meant so did He. And the rest of Heaven. “I’d never hurt her. I can see her now. She’s sleeping. She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

“What do you think will happen when you destroy her life? Everything and everyone she cares for? You don’t think that would hurt her?”

“Obi-Wan, you have no idea! Did you see what happened to her? What almost happened? I live through her pain. I want to save her from evil. Can you not understand?”

The cherub refused to back down. His blade was still held high. “This is not up for debate. I have been sent to put an end to your insanity one way or another.”

Anakin smiled wickedly. “Oh... by killing me?”

“That depends on you, my friend.”

Anakin did not understand.

“Our Father wishes to offer you a deal. He has changed his mind on your punishment. But...” Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head, “only if you put an end to your anger now. It is not the Creator’s Will for the Earth to be done away with yet.”

In order to declare his interest, Anakin immediately paused his merciless pillaging of the surface. “I am listening.”

In return, Obi-Wan sheathed his blade of fire. “He knows how strongly you care for this human.” His voice was coated with disgust for the lesser being. “He knows exactly what she means to you and what you’re willing to give up for her. In his divine grace, He is willing to make an exchange with you. Give up your dominion over this realm, and he’ll allow you to be her guardian, though not an angel. But your eternal status, depends on how well you serve her.”

This offer was... merciful.

Beyond what Anakin knew he deserved. Not only was he being offered a chance for redemption, but he was being offered the one thing he craved most in the entire universe. As your guardian, he would have unbridled access to you and your beautiful mind. At his discretion, he could even appear to you, making his existence known to you.

Being known by you...

The thought of that was more than even he could process in all of his great understanding.

He was used to being veiled from you completely. Contact had been forbidden. But with this offer, you would be in his grasp. He could travel between dimensions and allow his glory to be witnessed by your perfect gaze. Anakin could not stop his curiosity at what it might feel like to be seen by you. Would he prefer it? Or would he dislike the contact? His intuition whispered that he would like it very much and that he might even find it addicting.

How could he say no?

“I... accept.”

Obi-Wan did seem surprised in the slightest. “I see. I will inform Him of your decision. You will feel weakened very soon. I understand that... you wanted this. But I don’t understand why. You-you, Anakin, held the position of the highest honor. Why would—”

“I never wanted any of it. I wanted to be free to pursue my singular interest.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I would be cautious in your new role, Anakin. More than ever before. Because this is a test. Did you believe that you were truly going to get everything you wanted without a cost? If you serve her faithfully all her life, an eternity with us is yours. But the temptations you will face as her guardian, I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“What?” Anakin spat. “Protecting a human is practically a mindless affair. That’s why it’s given to the lowest of all angels.”

“Realize that even that group is superior to where you stand currently,” he added humorously.

“I won’t be able to physically harm humans in this form. So, don’t worry. I won’t kill anyone.”

“That was not the temptation I was referring to.”

Anakin realized what his friend meant. So he quipped, “Lust is a human feeling.”

“Is it?”

“What do you mean, is it?” Anakin said mockingly.

“Do not be quick to assume anything. You’ve never been in the earthly realms before. It’s much different. You may find yourself desiring things that seemed unnatural to you before.” Obi-Wan turned, signaling his departure. “Remember the laws of Heaven. Despite your fallen state, if you wish for eternity in Heaven, where she will most certainly end up, you must abide by our laws.”

Eternity in Heaven with the one he craves. There was hardly a better fate in mind even if he never ascended to the honor he once claimed.

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[kurishiri]

Darius🪽’ birthday —2nd season—: summary and card quote

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

“With the thunder, the cruel angel wants the little robin” summary

It is the first birthday with the cruel angel.

You end up seeing a side to him you have never seen before, and the distance between you two grows closer.

But then the pure white angel whispers to you in a teasing voice, with the sound of thunder in the background——

“ Do celebrate, always and forever, until I draw my veeery last breath. ”

4☆ birthday card quote

“ What do I like about you? Hmm… everything about you… or do you not believe me? ”

After reaching level 45 in the event, you can obtain this Darius 4☆ card and stack it up to +99.

i do have plans to translate this story!

[sweetestpoetic]

hiiii angel cakes, what’s model!sweetheart!reader up to rn 🪽🤍 ??

oh i am so glad you asked <3 this is my first inbox msg about model!sweetheart!reader ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა this is a bit long but i’m excited to finally write about her!

what is model!sweetheart!reader up to?

it is currently 3:34 p.m. (est) and model!sweetheart!reader was at an event with sabrina on saturday for w magazine’s annual best performances party. they had a glamorous night filled with chatting, photos, and wine. model!sweetheart!reader even got to meet ayo edebiri who she has been fangirling over recently. ayo even said to model!sweetheart!reader, “you are such a sweetheart!”

model!sweetheart!reader had to head home early from los angeles to atlanta, georgia, sunday morning because she had a family get together planned (she wasn’t able to see them christmas day or new years and it broke her heart). now, she is sitting around the fireplace with her family as they watch a slideshow of photos model!sweetheart!reader took while she was away and doing photo shoots, etc, and she is telling the backstory behind each one. (she’s also facetiming sabrina at the same time as the slideshow so her family can say hi.)

[lu-dao-writes]

𑁍 (𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏), ♱ (𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝), ཐིཋྀ (𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠), ꕤ (𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔)

𐙚 Mhin 🪶⊱⋅•⋅

Watch That Mouth (Mhin x Reader) ཐིཋྀ

Omega Mhin Headcanons 𑁍 ♱ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

To Trust (Mhin x Kuras) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

A Forgotten Song (Leander & Mhin)♱

Benefits (Mhin x Wei)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

Mhin the Cuddler (Mhin x Wei) (Available on Ao3) ཐིཋྀ 𑁍

𐙚 Kuras 🪽⊱⋅•⋅

We’re Even (Kuras x Reader + Vere) ♱

Omega Kuras Headcanons 𑁍 ♱ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

To Trust (Mhin x Kuras) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

The Doctor & His Trusted Assistant (Kuras x Ais) (TSBW24 Event) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

Hate You to Death (Kuras x Vere)(TSBW24 Event) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Vere 🦊 ⊱⋅•⋅

We’re Even (Kuras x Reader + Vere) ♱

Omega Vere Headcanons 𑁍 ཐིཋྀ ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

Complicated (Ais x Reader x Vere) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

Beggin’ (Vere x Xiao)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

An Angel, A Fox, & A Hunter (Kuras x Vere x Mhin) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

Hate You to Death (Kuras x Vere)(TSBW24 Event) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Ais 👹 ⊱⋅•⋅

Flowers of Lust (Ais x Reader x Leander) ཐིཋྀ ꕤ

Omega Ais Headcanons 𑁍 ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

Complicated (Ais x Reader x Vere) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

The Demon & The Mage (Ais x Leander)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

The Doctor & His Trusted Assistant (Kuras x Ais)(TSBW24 Event) 𑁍 ♱ ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Leander 🎭 ⊱⋅•⋅

Flowers of Lust (Ais x Reader x Leander) ཐིཋྀ

Omega Leander Headcanons 𑁍 ꕤ

Passage of The Sun (Songkran 2024) 𑁍

A Forgotten Song (Leander & Mhin)♱

Touch Me (Leander x Reader) ♱ ཐིཋྀ

The Demon & The Mage (Ais x Leander) (TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Elyon🪻 ⊱⋅•⋅

Him, My Muse (Elyon x Reader)(TSBW24 Event) ཐིཋྀ

𐙚 Extra 🥀 ⊱⋅•⋅

The Cursed Oracle (Self-Insert Lore) (Susceptible to change) ♱

Birthday Artwork (Featuring Kuras and Fox!Vere) 𑁍

Survival Instincts (Oc fic)

Touchstarved Kinktober 2024 ཐིཋྀ

[creepsterdreams]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(Vere x Kuras)

Summary: Imagine where the reason for their mutual dislike for each other comes from a messy breakup

Cw: a lot of angst, death, killing, angelic stuff, could be ooc possibly?, cults, mentions of throwing up, mentions of sex, I promise I am not trying to make this sound deep I just wrote whatever my brain came up with, set before the canon story

Word count: 1.9k

To love someone means to cherish them unconditionally, to look past the flaws that would make most turn their heads.

But how much can you really sacrifice for someone you claim to adore?

It was many centuries ago when they had first met, fogfall had long taken over the world that they knew, opening doors to monsters beyond their realm.

Monsters like them.

A difference in personalities never stopped Vere from using his flirting skills to the best of his abilities, even if his selfishness would sometimes shine through, causing even the soulless to turn their backs on him. But rarely was he ever corrected, because other than the occasional monster, he was mostly surrounded by his followers, the ones who worshipped him as the deity he was believed to be. 

Kuras on the other hand was quiet, preferring to observe the events around him than involve himself. He was more of a teacher, most of his words were used to give knowledge to others, to give humans some way to provide more for themselves.

That was his duty.

But their paths didn't cross until Vere heard news of the mysterious man who had arrived and was just "donating" large amounts of information to anyone. How idiotic, right?

But maybe he can look past the foolishness of it all when that is possibly the most beautiful being he's laid his eyes on.

At first, Kuras thought he had no room for personal relations, that his livelihood should be dedicated to his teachings, but as time went on, it was getting harder to resist the charms of the fox spirit.

Maybe one night wouldn't hurt? He told himself.

One night filled with bruising grips and desperate groans echoing through the room. Clawing at each other, almost ripping the lavish silks to shreds in the moment of heat. And although Kuras kept repeating the words "just one night" in his head, the sight of Vere's disheveled yet enticing appearance, heavily breathing covered in marks caused by him and him alone, was just enough to make him rethink.

And before he knew it, for the next few centuries, there was no one else he truly had felt as connected to.

༻🪽༺

Relaxing on a heavy pile of pillows and furs, Kuras was reading papers that had been brought to him some time ago. In all honesty, he was too caught up to consider how much time had passed, being engrossed in his own world as his eyes stretched across pages.

Light footsteps made their way towards him, a soft chuckle reverberating through the empty room. Soon after, the footsteps stopped, but now directly in front of him.

“I was wondering where you ran off too. I was starting to think something swallowed you up.”

A tiny smile inches its way onto Kuras’s lips, if it were anyone else he would have remained dry and almost dismissive considering he gets annoyed when his reading is interrupted, this was unless you were seeking something of course.

But then again, Vere always had an odd way of putting even the smallest of joy on his face.

Setting the papers to the side, he leans his head back and holds up a hand, gesturing for Vere to join him. “If that had happened you would be causing havoc by now my dear.”

Vere snickers and takes his hand to sit down, laying his head against the man’s chest, fixing his tail so it is spread across his lap. “You know me so well.”

The two remained in comfortable silence for some time, the occasional teasing gesture from the fox spirit causing Kuras to let out a gentle laugh. Nowadays it felt as if time was passing by faster than usual, even if they were both beings with lifespans that far surpassed that of a human, it was hard to tell truly how long it had been since they declared their love for each other. It felt like it was only yesterday that they kissed for the first time.

“Kuras.” Vere suddenly breaks the silence, sitting up so his hair was now cutting off Kuras’s view of the side.

The darker skinned man opened his eyes, gaze filled with curiosity.

They stared at each other for some time, Vere eventually reaching his hand up to caress Kuras’s cheek, gently swiping his thumb underneath his eyes.

A mischievous grin then appeared on his face. “Seems I have forgotten what I needed. My apologies.”

Kuras’s expression drops, and he furrows his brows.

“Oh you little-“

Vere is suddenly flipped over as Kuras crawls on top of him, pinning his arms on each side.

To many, Kuras didn't seem like the kind of man to have a playful side, his life offering nothing except seriousness with no room left for anything remotely fun. But Vere found a way to bring out that side of him, the part of him that craved for something thrilling and unique.

There truly was no better pair in the world.

༻🪽༺

The followers were beginning to become uncomfortable as their prayers were interrupted yet again by the aggravated yelling of Vere. Him and Kuras had been going back and forth for hours now, both too stubborn to admit defeat.

What event sparked the argument in the first place was Kuras's reading being interrupted by Vere's reckless habit of killing yet again. This time it was a young man that had claimed to be from somewhere far and wanted to know if Vere was the almighty "god" so many professed him to be. This greatly irritated the monster as a result, and so he ended up spraying the man's blood across his steps, reveling in the sound of his anguished screams. And Kuras, annoyed and confused, came out requesting to know what had disturbed him.

As time went on, it became more clear to the followers that their beloved deities were beginning to fall apart.

Kuras, tired of the constant meaningless destruction.

Vere, tired of the lack of a will to enjoy life.

But neither had the gall the utter anything sort of a potential separation. At this time, even as they argued from when the sun rose to when it set, they still believed they needed each other.

And no matter how many nights had to end alone in different rooms, they couldn’t bear to leave the other.

༻🪽༺

Vere stood still, his tail behind him as stiff as stone, ears pulled back in obvious confusion, and his eyes as wide as saucers.

“…..excuse me?”

Kuras sighed, for probably the fifth time that day. He knew the conversation would be hard and suffocating, but he could not keep this a secret any longer.

“I believe that we should part ways, Vere.”

Vere sent him a tight smile, his sharp nails digging further into his arms that were crossed.

Surely he didn’t mean it?

I mean, yes maybe they have been getting into more conflict lately, some nights escalating into anger filled yelling and the sound of things being broken, but it was easily fixed with a passion filled hate-fuck.

Right?

That wasn’t how all issues were resolved between them, but it was just enough that they returned to the usual harmony the next day.

So why, why was Kuras standing across from him saying he wanted to leave. Why?!

“Surely this is some kind of sick joke? You're finally letting loose again and messing around a bit?”

Kuras stared down at the pristine white floor, a part of him wanting to get lost in the blurriness of his reflection, just maybe if he stopped responding Vere would get the idea and walk away. But no, a sharp clear of his throat brought him right back to where he was.

“There is a clearing that I found somewhere nearby, I wish to build on top of it.”

Vere scoffed, his ears now pointing straight up as he processed the man’s words more clearly. “Build what? A little man-cave you can run off to whenever I’m busy with those halfwits?”

This is exactly what Kuras was trying to avoid, Vere getting aggravated by the second and it only sparking up yet another fight.

“No, I want to build a city. Somewhere where those who are lost can go when they feel trapped in the endlessness of the fog.”

And just as he was expecting, the fox let out an almost barking laugh.

“You really want to help those foolish humans? They offer us absolutely nothing and you’re standing here dreaming about giving them a place to sleep?”

Kuras half-glared at him, his irritation growing. “Is that an issue to you?”

“No, it isn’t, I’m saying you have the sympathy of someone who found a beaten-up mutt on the streets.”

Those words created a tense silence between the two. Kuras had his hands behind his back, fist clenching. Vere stood there with his arms crossed, still, as a nearly smug smile sat on his lips.

A part of Kuras told him to kiss that smile off his face, but he held back.

Vere then walked over to the bed that was centered in the middle of the room and sat down, making a point to dramatically sigh and fan his face.

Kuras could tell this was going nowhere, and was left with just one more decision.

He walked over to the entrance of the bedroom, stopping before turning halfway.

“We appear to have different ideals and wants, desires that are leading us on separate paths and doing nothing but causing more trouble. You may keep recklessly clawing for any inch of power you can gain, but do not be surprised when it comes back to torment you.”

This made Vere pause for a moment, taking a second to look at the angelic man in the reflection of his mirror. But even then, he did not turn to face him.

His pride wouldn’t allow him.

Kuras closed his eyes before turning back to look straight ahead once more. The sound of his shoes now beginning to echo through the halls.

Vere never turned around, keeping his eyes focused on the mirror in front of him, slowly combing through the strands of his hair.

He had nothing to worry about; this was just another argument. As soon as he settled down, Kuras would come back, and they’d return to being just as they were before.

Right?

༻🪽༺

Kuras weaved through the crowd effortlessly, people stepping aside only making it easier for him.

This time around he was a bit irritated, as there was a mishap with one of his patients resulting in him having to use his abilities to properly heal them. Much to his displeasure. But because of that Kuras was now down to one less ingredient he needed for medicine.

So that’s how he ended up in his current position, scaling the entire market to find what he was looking for.

But in the midst of his search, his eyes catch maroon hair in the corner of his vision. Turning slightly, he accidentally makes eye contact with the exact person whom he was trying to avoid.

They both locked into a hard stare, neither wanting to avert their gaze even for a moment.

Was it annoyance? Anger? Bitterness? Or a strange thing some would dare to call suppressed affection?

Whatever it was, soon after Vere was pulled away by a mage latching their hand onto his collar, causing him to wince but quickly hide the pain as the usual smugness took over his face again.

Kuras was left to watch as they disappeared into the ever-growing crowd, clenching his fist as he ignored the voice telling him to follow and make that mage beg for mercy.

[untameablebrat]

Good morning Princess!! How was your night, hope you got some rest, how is your day going so far? 50

i’m being a functional girl today!!!!

i haven’t taken my meds yet but i’m going to when i stop and get a drink!!!

somehow McDonalds went from my fear food like “i will die before i even make eye contact with the sign” type shit, to it being a guilty pleasure/comfort food ?? and i don’t even really like meat all that much. but just a plain mcchicken or smth reminds me of being at my batshit babysitters when i was a kid. specifically it makes me think of narnia, i think they had narnia toys during a traumatic event of mine or something idk

loll but i’m gonna be out of town for a few hours and then will be homeee <3 if my brain decides to be nice to me i have an angel themed shoot planned ;-) 🪽

how are you today? 😊

;-)💋💝

[wchswift]

✧⁠*⁠。FOLLOWERS EVENT

hiii, thank you guys sm for the 125 followers!! It means a lot to me to see that you appreciate my writing <3 cause of this I wanted to do some small celebration 🥳

the celebration is open to anyone who wants to join! ☺️

￫ 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒃 𝟏𝟕𝒕𝒉, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

⛥ the events!!

🦇 bat - send me this emoji + a headcanon for a character and i'll write a short blurb/scenario about it! ⋆⸻ 🪽 fallen angels - send me this emoji + a character/fandom and tags and I will give you fics/authors recs! ⋆⸻ 🌺 sweet flower - send me this emoji + a song, scenario or a prompt from this list or this + a character and i'll write you a short one-shot! ↳ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒎! ����𝒓 𝒈𝒏! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋆⸻ 🖼️ aesthetics - send me this emoji + a character/fandom/group + a dynamic, vibe/aesthetic, or something like that and i’ll create a moodboard base on what you send in! ⋆⸻ ✨ yap time - send me this emoji + any question you want, something you wanna know about me or anything you wanna share!

⛥ characters that I will write for!!

─ supernatural

⦁ dean winchester ⦁ sam winchester (I don't usually write for him but I will for the celebration)

─ marvel

⦁ logan howlett ⦁ loki laufeyson ⦁ valkyrie

─ others

⦁ steve harrington ⦁ soldier boy ⦁ eddie alden ⦁ leopold mountbatten ⦁ beau arlen

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[littlebookishblog]

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas ❤️‍🔥🐺🧚🪽

Synopsis: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/199149867-house-of-earth-and-blood-part-1-of-2-dramatized-adaptation

Genres: Romantasy, Fae, Magic, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Tropes: Forced proximity, One bed, Alpha male, Take charge heroine, Banter, Tortured hero, Slowburn

Warnings: loss of a loved one, excessive alcohol use, drugs, murder, violence, depression, grief, suicidal ideation, gore, eugenics (mentioned), discrimination, blood

SE Purchased: Haven't found one I love enough to lock down and purchase

Dates Read: December 22, 2024 - January 15, 2025 / 1440 minutes [part 1&2 12hrs each] / Graphic Audio Book Spice: 🌶️.5 Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Review: I've made three attempts to start the Crescent City series since its release, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get into it. Throne of Glass rekindled my love for reading and pulled me out of a multi-year slump, while A Court of Thorns and Roses fueled my obsession with romantasy. Naturally, I had high hopes for House of Earth and Blood--after all, it’s written by Sarah J. Maas, one of my favorite authors. However, it didn’t quite live up to the expectations I had built up upon my first attempts at starting it.

My biggest struggle with the series was adjusting to the urban setting. While Crescent City has an intricate hierarchy and rich history, the modern feel caught me completely off guard. The pacing also felt sluggish in the beginning, which made it harder to fully invest in the story. But after pushing past the first 100 pages, things began to pick up, and I found myself more immersed in the plot. That slow start was necessary, though, to build the world, delve into the politics, and introduce the complex history that underpins the narrative.

On my fourth attempt, I finally finished--and devoured--the first book, and it was all thanks to Graphic Audio. It made all the difference and helped me really dive into the story. I’ve realized that it’s important to approach this series with fresh expectations. Crescent City is not comparable to Throne of Glass or ACOTAR--Sarah J. Maas has created a completely different world here. It’s more modern in tone, where the main character uses a cell phone, lives in an apartment, and parties with her friends in clubs on the weekends. Despite the contemporary setting, however, the story still features all the beloved fantasy elements we crave: fae, shifters, magic wielders, angels, and demons.

The twists and turns in the final quarter of the book were absolutely wild. While I could predict some of the events, many of them caught me off guard and had me in tears. Although the first half of the book felt slow, the pace in the final quarter was so intense that it was almost overwhelming to keep up with everything coming to light. There were moments that truly left me breathless.

I’ve also noticed hints that Crescent City plays a significant role in the larger universe Sarah J. Maas is crafting, and that has me even more excited for the next book. Special thanks to Graphic Audio for making it so much easier to dive into this series and enjoy the experience fully! All in all, this is truly a next-level story, and I can't wait to continue the series.

[mxltifxnd0m]

⟡ daisy's 500+ followers celebration ⟡

thank you thank you guys for getting me to 500+ followers!! im so grateful and happy that you guys are here and getting me to this milestone! im so thankful for the friends i've made along the way and for all of the love on my writings!!

this celebration is open to mutuals, anons, and strangers! everyone is invited :D

celebration will close on aug 15th, 2024

[OFFICIALLY CLOSED]

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events:

🪼: the aquarium! send in a fandom, a short description of yourself, and dynamic and i'll ship you with a character

🪽: my angels! send in a headcanon for a character and i'll write a short blurb/scenario about it! [be warned it might take a sec to get to these]

🍵: tea time! send in any 3 characters from any fandom listed below and i'll tell you if i'd kiss, marry, or kill them

💌: love letters! send in a character, a dynamic, vibe/aesthetic/keywords, and i'll create a moodboard base on what you send in. [example here]

🗡️: thy enemy. send in some random facts about yourself, fandom, and ill tell you who would be your best friend, lover, and enemy/rival

🎥: interviews! send me any questions you have and i'll answer them with brutal honesty

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fandoms included in this celebration:

⟡ supernatural ⟡ teen wolf ⟡ percy jackson ⟡ star wars ⟡ spiderverse ⟡ marvel

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rules for the celebration:

⟡ this celebration is SFW only ⟡ please specify if you want platonic or romantic in your request or the default will be romantic ↳ if you request platonic, specify the type: familial, friendship, or sibling relationship ⟡ for anon requests, it'll be helpful if you include a nickname or an emoji if i need to differentiate similar requests if i get any ⟡ for the moodboards and blurb requests, please only send in one request! ⟡ for any other rules, go and check out my rules + requests page ⟡ and as always, please be patient and kind!

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[morningstarsys]

Hey…it’s Adam. I fronted for the first time last night and made a post but it’s probably going to be deleted from drafts as it’s cringe and also angry.

I think now that it’s the morning I can realize that I was pretty insecure that our other sys members might be disappointed it’s me and not someone else. I am the enemy, a villain, an Angel. I cant really tell if the events in canon happened or not. Especially since I died at the end maybe? We can’t remember how it ended.

I am Adam, I am a bad person, but I have a lot of remorse and I think in my canon I might’ve been forgiven. Or else why would I share a head with the people who fought against me?

- Adam 🪽

[aricat7]

Ineffable Intimacy Ch.2

Link to chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/aricat7/759590726338265088/ineffable-intimacy?source=share

Warning: This is a smutty fic of the ineffable husbands 🐍🪽

Chapter 2:

Though late at night, Aziraphale’s mind buzzed with the day's earlier events and refused to process them. He tried distracting himself by reading a book. That normally does the trick to keep rampant thoughts at bay.

"My type...is a being that's the complete opposite of me..."

"You think that's...okay?"

"To think of someone like that while I rub one off?"

Aziraphale almost curses, expecting this night to be a long one. He tries again at concentrating on the text staring up at him, but the page remains unturned. He closes the old book defeatedly - he would have slammed it shut if not for its old and feeble state.

Why, Aziraphale thought, rubbing his brow. Why did Crowley have to start that kind of conversation? It's wrong. It's unnecessary.

Unnecessary. Just as an angel engorges himself with the delectability of savory and sweet foods. Or how a demon sleeps almost every night and did mostly sleep through a whole century.

Unnecessary - those human activities were, yes. But oh how wonderfully satisfied they make you feel.

An angel being gluttonous was one thing, but for him to tap into lust? Well, surely there’s no difference, Aziraphale concluded wearily.

Just within arm’s reach was the telephone; Crowley was a phone call away.

"Oh temptation...you win. Just for tonight."

Without allowing any other thoughts to surface, without any regard for whatever consequences there could possibly be, Aziraphale takes the phone in hand and quickly dials. His head spins, his eyes wide and alert. The call reaches a third ring-

"Hey."

A simple greeting, yet it was drawn out and husky. Aziraphale stood no chance at stopping the inevitable flutter it gave his heart, no matter how much he tried to repel its effect. "Oh, sounds like you must've been sleeping?"

"Yeah. Been doing it almost every night as of recently. You try it yet?"

"I did. Unfortunately, I ended up sleeping for almost a full week! The shop's regulars weren't very fond of that.”

"That's why you've got to set an alarm, Aziraphale. You know? The type of clock that goes beep beep beep and it wakes you up? That."

"I did! I slept through it..."

Aziraphale could hear the faintest chortle. "Deep sleeper. Got it. What woke you up, then?"

"Not sure. Just sort of woke up- oh! No, wait, I remember! I was starting to get hungry. That's what it was."

"Right."

The conversation paused and within the silence, Aziraphale’s anxiety gave way. "Well, I should let you go back to sleep then."

"No, no. Why'd you call?"

Aziraphale took a deep, shaky breath. “I've been...I...can't get out of my head. Something's been plaguing my mind all day."

Crowley changed from lying down in bed to sitting upright. "Does it have anything to do with what we discussed earlier?"

"You know me too well, Crowley."

"Well, I mean, I think I do. I’m..sorta trying to learn more...if you couldn't take that hint earlier. Look, just, tell me what's tinkering around in that mind of yours, would you?"

"I called to...finish explaining myself about...the Ritz."

"You mean how you-"

"Yes,” Aziraphale interrupts, his grip on the telephone tightening.

"Ah. Then I'm all ears. Go on."

"I was imagining what our beach day would look like. The sun high in the sky, making the ocean below shimmer in its wake. The sound of laughter filling the air, everyone having a splendid time. Umbrellas scattered across the golden sand; underneath one of those umbrellas I picture you lounging comfortably. Your wings draped intricately down the sides of the chair-”

"My wings are out? In public? That's highly unlikely."

"Do you wish to hear my fantasy or not?"

"Sorry, yes.”

Very much, Crowley’s thoughts added.

Aziraphale closed his eyes and delved into the vivid scene his imagination was painting. “You were relaxing from a quick swim, letting the heat of the day dry you off. A drop of water trickles down from your auburn hair and follows your jawline down to your neck…to your chest…”

Crowley listens intently, ready to scream at Aziraphale if he stops now.

“All the way down…till it lands on your…what the humans call a ‘happy trail’...”

Crowley lets out a short, breathless laugh. Finally. Him and Aziraphale were finally exploring this new territory together that’s been begging to be explored.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"Of you? Definitely. I mean, you really imagined that? Are you currently imagining that?"

"Should I...not?"

"No. Keep going."

"I'm sorry?"

"Does anything else happen in this fantasy of yours or does it stop there?"

"Uh. Um…"

"You little…” Crowley’s jaw clenched, desperate for more. “You're gonna leave me hanging, aren't you?"

"It's... hard for someone of my kind to give such mildly graphic descriptions."

"Mildly?"

"Utmost,” Aziraphale corrected bashfully.

"Yeah, that sounds more like it."

Aziraphale toys with the telephone cord. "So, Crowley, you're not appalled by everything I've been telling you?"

"You having lustful thoughts about me? How could that turn me away? Hm?"

"Well, you and I...you know. It’s not that I don't feel comfortable telling you personal things but... if this is too much we can gladly forget about all this!"

Crowley’s desire ignited. There was no turning back from this, he wouldn't allow neither of them to let that happen. Aziraphale’s flustered little voice, the way he imagined Crowley, the vulnerability and tenderness that showed through it all - it harvested a warmth that spread throughout Crowley’s body.

Another effect had also taken place, one that happens often when Crowley lies in bed thinking about Aziraphale.

“Is that what you would want?"

"No."

"What do you want, angel? Tell me."

The words were there in plain sight, but Aziraphale lost the ability to read at that moment. He could hear the rustling of a bedsheet, and Crowley’s voice dropped a level as he continued to speak, “Come onnn! Your lips have already been tainted with a raunchy and dirty story about me, all coming from that marvelous brain of yours.” The sound of Crowley’s breath filled the receiver. “Let me hear a little more..."

"Crowley...you sound...very different."

"I’m sure. This miracle you gave me and all..."

"Miracle?"

"Yeah...not a small one either."

Aziraphale blushed incredulously. "I see. Oh Crowley, this isn't natural. An angel and a demon talking like this...thinking like this..."

“Don’t go spiraling into doubt now, angel. Don’t do this to yourself…to us.” Crowley’s pants were getting tighter by the second. His hand drifts down and palms the bulging fabric of his pants. “We’ve already made efforts, why not put them to good use, yeah?”

"I suppose there's nothing wrong with…experimenting with each other. I just… I don't want it to ruin what we have."

"And what's that? What is it that we have, Aziraphale? What are we?"

Aziraphale opened his mouth to say something, but found himself lost in the sound of Crowley’s breaths gradually laboring.

"How about we figure that out later, okay?” Crowley answers for him hastily. “If you're not going to finish talking about your fantasy, then allow me to continue it."

"By all means, my dear."

"Great. Set the phone aside. I'm coming."

"Oh, do I have to? I think I'd much rather prefer hearing you-"

"Over. I'm coming over. Through the phone.”

"Oh. Uh, very well then."

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