#( 889 wc )

[bexstevie]

NEXT GEN SEASON 2: EPISODE 3

( STEVIE PARK performing a.maze don’t call me, with team b: feat. @hangyeolbe, @lucielxbe, @benayoung - line distribution / stage performance ver. w piano break [3:00 - 3:29] dance break inspiration /— outfits: zhixin, hair styling visual. )

judgement day.

that’s what stevie’s been calling it at least these past few days. it sounds more scary than it feels though. the nerves from last week are still there– but he thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at hiding it. instead, it translates to rambling at his teammates, and greeting other contestant during the waiting times. it helps get the nervous energy out. if stevie socially drains himself, he can focus on just performing. he won’t think about what’s on the line, won’t think about how high the expectations are. he’ll let the music take him into the story and let his body tell the rest of it. 

it’s okay, either way. stevie’s tried a lot this time around, way more than he did last season, that’s for sure. he’s learned a lot too, especially with this group mission. contemporary has been something he’s been interested in, looked up and thought about. never had any time to really try– but he sure has been trying it a lot this time around. 

he’s found a blooming love for it, though. when he got over the worry about how he looks to other people during it, and just focused on feeling it– it was easy. it was nice, the fluidity of the movement and how much the style of music is nice to dance to. refreshing, in a sense. and plus the team that he has with him– they’ve been great. stevie doesn’t know as many people this season as he did the last (which, in hindset, might be a good thing), so it’s been fun getting to know new people. he lucked out with nayoung too, already familiar so it was easy to be comfortable, but also have that stern direction to improve himself. 

when it’s their turn, stevie murmurs words of encouragement to his teammates, patting each of their shoulders and bouncing on his heels the entire way up. as they settle into position, he retracts a bit of his excitement, eyes glancing over everyone with a small smile. he fixes his clothing, adjusts his color– their chosen attire to match their added dance break. it’s nice visually, stevie finds. it adds along to the feel of the vibe they’re going for. 

coming up here doesn’t seem as scary as last time, stevie can tell already. there’s a thrum in his body that stevie can attest to his nerves, but he doesn’t shake this time. short introductions made, stevie settles into this persona he’s learned to fall into once the music begins. 

“check this out, yo.” stevie starts, stepping forward. his confidence flows with ease, going right into the next line. “i don’t want you back, don’t call me.” 

the choreography for don’t call me is something he could do with his eyes closed. he’s heard this song so many times both on his own accord and on top of the continuous practice this last week. he likes a.maze, likes their style– it’s fun and it always looks so cool done. the choreography is always incredible, and stevie loses himself in the midst of doing it. “you just search my name all day long,” stevie comes in after luciel easily. “you find my traces and lick them,” tacks on the other line, armed with the motion of going to lick his thumb. 

he thinks he’s lucked out a bit. the rapping comes easier than singing; they don’t feel hard, at least. stevie can imitate, and he can try to emulate– but he knows that he’ll never be on the level of a.maze. stevie does his best, and at least it sounds good to his ears; he doesn’t strain, doesn’t try and push for a note that he can’t reach, but tacks on inflection that matches the core concept of the song. keeps his flow smooth

“sorry– the number you have called has been disconnected,” then comes the dance break. it’s like muscle memory, when nayoung steps back and the rest of them take a step forward. their puppet strings being cut, and seamlessly, they fall to the ground, before quickly easing into the dance break. the piano sounds eerie, somber and despaired as it begins– so stevie replicates the expressions as well as he can. longing, pain– his body moves with practiced ease, letting the instrumental take him through an illusion and down to the ground. despair, hope. how he knows the bridge is going to sound and what kind of feeling it instills; he replicates it his body language, in the twists and crinkles of his features. 

a seamless transition back into the main choreography, the added flair of sensuality easing into it. stevie adds the slightest bit more of despair into his voice, each part of his lined delivered in succession after luciel’s verses. and as they close up, the last few seconds of the song as hangyeol closes– all of them staring forward, stevie’s eyes moving to land on ceo yoon’s, keeping in mind the ending fairy note in his head, expression set in that determined expression the ending calls for, before he easily follows the rest of the group and turns to walk their last few paces.

and with his back turned, his chest heaving, stevie can say for sure that he’s pretty proud of that performance. no matter what happens.

[lgcjungmo]

trainee mission 011 | journal entry 

dear journal what’s up party people! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ,

it’s your amazing, funny, talented, beautiful, handsome, pretty boy jungmo here with a brand new thrilling installment of jungmo’s journal! i want to reiterate that everything i say now is the whole truth and that nothing is exaggerated whatsoever. it’s one hundred percent me being park jungmo, the best trainee to ever grace legacy’s doors, detailing my life and experiences as usual. well anyways just to recap the last month or so, we were forced to attend several image maintenance workshops. as if i needed them. i’m the cool, charming jungmo. whoever is reading this, please don’t laugh, i’ll be mad. real mad.

... anyways. to catch you up on what’s happening now - we, as in just the male trainees, are supposed to be helping the kitchen by preparing the ingredients for the cafe. you see, i wouldn’t have a big problem with this if i wanted to be a chef or something. i didn’t realize that being a trainee meant i had to dip my toes into other careers too. i can’t be a cook though. i literally have never used a knife to cut my own ingredients before. it’s way different from using a knife to cut a nice, juicy steak, of course! i’ve done that a million times at least. but cutting raw vegetables and stuff like that? kinda gross. hmm, yeah, i’m not sure that’s gonna be a good fit for me. not my style. if i injure myself, i’m expecting at least a week or two off from training. just kidding! haha. 

oh ho, but that’s not all folks! we’re also being forced... i mean tasked to carry these things called briquettes to families of low-income? apparently, it’s made out of coal? coal as in like what santa gives to naughty children or whatever. and these people use it to heat up their homes for the upcoming cold season? interesting but so so unfortunate. usually, when it’s cold, i just ask our housekeeper to turn up the heat on the thermostat. i’m just putting it out there that i am not santa so why should i be the one to deliver these poor families some coal? being given coal is because you’re naughty and you’re on santa’s naughty list! that’s all i’m going to be thinking about when we go volunteer. i don’t think we should have to bring coal to them. i think they’d feel bad for being on the naughty list but that’s just me. what about giving them heated blankets instead? plug it in and boom, nice and toasty. 

also, since we’re on the topic. why am i being forced to volunteer when the act of volunteer work should be done through one’s own personal choice? this was certainly not my choice. in fact, it might as well be my last choice. hmm. for me, i think i’d prefer to spend my time doing something in the arts, like maybe moving art supplies for kids that don’t have access to them. or anything involving music instruments. or better yet, maybe if legacy gave us a list of different volunteer work, i’d be more inclined to have a happier time enjoying this kind of thing. hello coaches, if you see this, please let me do volunteer work for something else that’s more my speed! thank you! 

well, whatever, volunteering is definitely gonna be ten times better than image maintenance and learning about the legacy groups by a long run. i don’t know if it’s obvious but i have never been interested in all these music groups or the music industry in the first place. i never followed those kinds of trends before i became a trainee but now here i am. a real trainee. at legacy. it feels ironic, yes. but i just want to be famous. that’s my end goal. which path i choose is just whatever’s available to me and hopefully the easiest i can achieve. but hi, hello, i’m jungmo, i’m 21 years old and i’m ready to be a superstar! just putting it out there.

but please don’t get me started on maintaining one’s image and learning how we should act so we can avoid scandals. the thing is - you can do whatever you want - just don’t get caught. i feel like that’s common sense but then again common sense isn’t so common. either way, couldn’t be me! i wouldn’t ever get caught. at the very least, people should’ve just kept secret rendezvous under legacy walls. oh well, can’t turn back time now. we can only look back on this and learn from past mistakes or whatever. that sounds like a good life lesson to me.

that’s about it for my thoughts. whelp, thanks for nothing! i hope you enjoyed reading this week’s exciting installment of jungmo’s journal! check back again next week and i’ll gladly tell you all of my thoughts again. we’ll see if the rest of the month turns out as bad as i’m thinking it will. i’m practically an open book at this point anyways so you’ll know exactly what’s up. 

to whoever's reading this sentence, i hope this journal finds you well and if not, that’s not my problem. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

sincerely,

park jungmo (future star and the most handsome and talented trainee)

[calicoheartz]

Caitlin x fem!reader fic based on:

jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo 👀

The reader is jealous because Caitlin and her teammates get along really well, and people start shipping CC and Kate Martin. But then people also start claiming that they've seen CC and Kate kiss after a game. Angst and fluff, please?🥹

-🦢

Jealousy, Jealousy ; Caitlin Clark

꣑୧ — summary | basically the prompt !

wc ; 889

— warnings | angst (lots of it) mature themes , jealousy , reader is fem!

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : I absolutely love writing fics based on songs! Thank u so much anon 🎀 enjoy besties! ◡̈

The gymnasium buzzed with energy, the familiar sound of basketball shoes squeaking against the polished floor mingling with the cheers of the crowd. Cait, with her fiery determination and lightning-fast moves, commanded the court, effortlessly leading her team to victory. But amidst the celebration, an uneasy feeling gnawed at the back of your mind.

As you watched Caitlin interact with her teammates, laughter flowing freely between them, you couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity creeping into your heart. They seemed so close, so comfortable with each other, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of anyone else sharing Caitlin's attention.

Caitlin's easy and close friendship with her teammates grated against your insecurities like sandpaper on skin, not because you didn’t specifically like it, but you felt like there was something more going on. They shared inside jokes, traded playful banter, and seemed to have an unspoken bond that left you feeling like an outsider looking in. You tried to brush off the feeling, to convince yourself that it was just your own jealousy interfering, but the doubt lingered and followed you like a shadow.

Every photo you saw, ever headline you read, only reiterated the intense thoughts harboring in the back of your mind, that you would and will never be enough for Caitlin.

❝ Got a pretty face, a pretty ‘girlfriend’ too

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you ❞

As the whispers grew louder, fueled by the relentless speculation of the media, your anxiety reached a breaking point. People started shipping Caitlin with Kate Martin, her fellow star player, and the rumors only escalated from there. It seemed like every headline painted a picture of their supposed romance, their chemistry on and off the court sparking a wildfire of speculation.

You tried to ignore it, to bury your doubts beneath a facade of indifference, but the cracks were starting to show. And then came the final blow – whispers of a kiss shared between Caitlin and Kate after a game, a betrayal etched in the shadows of the locker room.

The news hit you like a sucker punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs and leaving you reeling in its wake. You wanted to believe that it was all a misunderstanding, that there was a logical explanation for what people claimed to have seen, but the doubt festered like an open wound.

Confrontation became inevitable, a storm gathering on the horizon with no hope of reprieve. You found Caitlin in the locker room, her laughter ringing hollow in your ears as you approached, the weight of your words heavy on your tongue.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched into every line of her face.

You tried to speak, to voice the turmoil raging inside you, but the words caught in your throat like shards of glass. Caitlin's brow furrowed in confusion, her gaze searching yours for answers you couldn't bring yourself to give.

And then it all spilled out in a torrent of emotion, your fears and insecurities pouring forth like a flood. You accused her of betrayal, of choosing her teammates over you, of breaking your trust in the cruelest of ways. The words hung in the air, a bitter taste lingering on your tongue as you waited for her response.

Caitlin's expression shifted from confusion to shock, her eyes widening in disbelief as the weight of your accusations settled between you like a chasm too vast to bridge. For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with tension as you both grappled with the wreckage of your relationship.

And then she spoke, her voice barely a whisper against the roar of your emotions. She denied the rumors, swore on everything she held dear that there was nothing between her and Kate, that she would never betray your trust in such a way.

But the damage was done, the fracture in your relationship too deep to repair with mere words. You turned away, the weight of your doubts heavy on your shoulders as you walked away from the wreckage of what once was, the echoes of Caitlin's voice fading into the distance like a distant memory of love lost.

She chases after you, grabbing ahold of your arm before quickly saying, "Hey, look at me," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Those rumors, they're just that – rumors. Kate and I are just friends, nothing more. And as for what people claim to have seen... it's all lies, I swear."

You searched her eyes, seeking the truth in their depths, and found nothing but sincerity staring back at you. A weight lifted from your shoulders, the knot of tension in your chest slowly unraveling as you allowed yourself to believe her.

Your eyes glued to the floor as you try to resonate with her, to try and find it in you to move past these allegations, to allow yourself to freely love your girlfriend with the pressures from the media or society seemingly trying to tear you apart.

Your eyes glaze as you mumble out a simple, “thank you, for that- I believe you.”, after hearing this, the brunette wrapped her strong arms around you, intertwining her hands with yours as you exit the arena, making sure to prioritize communication in the future.

i feel like it’s been forever since I’ve written angst so this was very much needed !! tysm for reading 💌

[cyborg-franky]

Hi! I recently discovered this and i took me a while read everything but i just couldn't stop it, I love it! Can you someday write something about F reader and Ace like childhood friends to lovers?

Aaaah I am glad you like! And I hope you like this, I don't do gendered readers I'm afaird <3 I hope thats okay.

Ace x GN Reader SFW WC: 889

You’d known Ace since you were both kids, when he wasn’t roughhousing and causing trouble with his brothers he was with you. You’d lay on the grass together and stare at the sky, watching the clouds. You could tell he enjoyed these moments as much as you, tired from a day of rolling around and screaming at Sabo and Luffy he just took the time to breathe in your company. 

“That cloud looks like a goat,” You pointed and Ace followed your finger, narrowing his eyes at the white fluffy shape before scoffing. “More like a sabertooth tiger,” He replied as if that was a simple fact and you were wrong. You huffed back at him. “But the horns look!” You nudged him with your elbow and waved your finger, trying desperately to paint the picture for him.

“You're blind!” He nudged back. “What?” You sat up and frowned at him, he sat up with you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as he nodded to the shape. “No, no, look at it this way!” You rolled your eyes knowing you were right.

Despite the occasional disagreement, he was your best friend, and every moment you spent with him you were at your happiest.

-

“What?” You asked, loudly as you almost dropped your drink and stared at him. “Yeah! I got a boat and a crew, I’m finally ready to set sail as a pirate!” you shook your head, thinking about the long months he’d vanished, you’d been worried sick about him and now he came back with all these wild promises of adventure and claims he was ready to set sail and make something of himself.

Sure, he’d grown up, filled out, and come back with a devil fruit power, he still hadn’t gone into the details about that, but still. Ace was happier, confident and you were happy for him but the way he was coming back into your life just to leave again? 

You were both teenagers and despite the time and space that was ever between you over the years you remained best friends. You felt your heart ache as he carried on talking about how he was going to leave today, how the world was waiting for him. You’d always known he was desperate to be heard, to be seen, to pave his own way, and to avoid the looming shadow of his father's legacy, you’d just always hoped you could be at his side for it. To see him shine like the star he was.

“So,” You started and he watched you “You came back after all this time just to leave again?” to leave ME again.

“I- what? No!” He slammed his hands on the table, making the cups wobble and spill. “I was coming to ask you to join me! I don’t think I could do this without you.” He said with determination to get you on his side again before he reached over the table to grab your hands. “Come on, like we always talked about!”

–

Despite your better judgment you joined his crew, and became a Spade pirate. You hadn’t been serious when you were kids, how you’d both talk about the possible future but you couldn’t be without him again and you had a feeling he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. Ace was as stubborn as he was cute.

You even stayed by his side when the Whitebeard Pirates had assimilated you all to their ranks, you’d cleaned Ace’s cuts, bandaged his wounds, and tried to talk him out of killing Whitebeard, though you knew that was never going to happen. 

It had been years now, the way you carried on growing up side by side. You’d held his hand when he’d taken the leap and gotten the huge tattoo on his back, you had a matching one, just much smaller than the one that marked his pride in his new life and role as the second division commander.

You’d gotten closer and spent all your free time with him. He was lying on your bed as you finished washing up for the night, ready for bed, and watching as Ace was dozing off on the bed. This was how it always happened, he had his own room but more times than not he would fall asleep on your bed and you’d wake up bing spooned by him. His strong arms around your waist and his lips against your neck as he snored.

“Marco asked how long we’d been dating today,” you started and he snapped awake, looking at you from under his hat. “And what did you tell him?” you laughed at his reaction, he must have been asked the same question by other whitebeards. “I said since we were young.”

You got into bed next to him, taking his hat and setting it on the nightstand, gently brushing back his hair and seeing his brows furrow as he wrinkled his nose. “Are we dating?”  you shrugged and got comfy, feeling him latch onto you almost instantly, 

“I think we crossed the line of what is acceptable for friends a while ago.” You said, closing your eyes as you felt the breath from his chuckle tickle your neck from how close he was nuzzling you.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

[jaylver]

GOLDEN HOUR — S.JY

synopsis: a lovesick jake wasn’t going to stop himself from being impulsive and say those three words that he has been saving for another time. seeing you during the golden hour, sun beaming on your skin, looking ever so perfect, he couldn’t hold himself back. how could you blame the poor guy anyway?

pairings: non-idol!jake x afab!reader

genre: undertone of friends to lovers, fluff, cheesy confessions, romance

warning(s): profanities

wc: 889

a/n: a little self indulgent fic hehe. hope you'll enjoy this! please leave some feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah <3

masterlist | © jaylver all rights reserved.

Jake was in love. 

It wasn’t those typical teen romances where people dated just for the sake of experience, no, it was something more than that. A connection deep enough to etch into the skins of one another, pulling you to him and him to you, there was an undying spark that continuously lingered without extinguishing.

Jake was the embodiment of love. He was love itself. 

It was one of those days where it was only you and him, alone in his car right after he had picked you up and drove you home. But instead of leaving right away, the car was parked a few blocks down from yours, Frank Ocean’s ‘Blonde’ playing on shuffle in the background. The sky was a hue of pink and orange, telling you that it was time to head home, yet you weren’t willing to.

“Thanks for driving me home … again,” you laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed for having inconvenienced Jake, but he was thinking the complete opposite of being inconvenienced.

“It’s no problem,” Jake smiled, and no matter how hard he tried, he was still nervous around you. Maybe because he was dying to profess his love for you, confess and get you to be his, but he was holding himself back. “It’s along the way back to my house anyway,” it wasn’t.

Jake could already imagine the missed calls from his mother, text messages asking about his whereabouts, making it a routine for him to be home a little later than usual. 

“Still, I feel bad sometimes,” you shrugged out of earnest. “But I’m really grateful, though,”

“I want to do this, Y/N, don’t feel bad,” his hold on the steering wheel tightened, watching the sun hitting your skin, making it almost glitter-like. You were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

You nodded, biting on your lips thoughtfully. “I don’t really want to leave,”

Jake swore he felt his heart stop and revive, then proceeding to beat at ten times speed. The effect of your words surely made him light headed. “Then don’t,” he joked lightly, highkey dying internally. “‘Blonde’s’ still playing! Plus, ivy is next, isn’t it your favourite song?”

“You remembered!”

Of course he did. He remembered everything about you like second nature.

“It's nothing,” he laughed, waving you off, but internally feeling giddy when he saw your beaming face. You were so, so pretty.

“It is something to me,” you said softly and truthfully, staring into those puppy eyes of his.

“I like you,” Jake blurted out, as if the words were poured out before it even went through his mind. He did not expect himself to do this at all. Fuck. 

Your wide eyes and gaped mouth only made him anxious, short silence filling the space between you two. Say something! Say something!

“I like you too, Jake,”

There it was.

“W–what?”

“Hm?” you tilted your head, looking back at Jake’s shock expression. “Did you expect a rejection instead?”

“Well—kinda—no—uh—” he was stuttering. The famous charmer Jake Sim was actually stuttering and losing his composure. 

“I like you, very very much,” you said it again, each time making Jake’s heart flutter insanely. 

“God, Y/N, you’re—” he exhaled, in disbelief that he had bagged his crush, “—everything, absolutely everything to me,”

Jake reached over for you and pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tight. The moment he let go, his eyes wouldn’t leave your face. He was taking every part of you in, gaze wandering every inch of your features as if he was memorising them.

“I—uhm—should leave, shouldn’t I?” you broke the momentary silence, noticing the time gradually slipping by. “As much as I want to stay, I don’t think my mum would approve,”

“O–oh, yeah! Sorry, I forgot,” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, managing a lopsided smile for you. 

“It’s okay. Text me when you reach home safely, will you?”

“I will,” he squeezed your hand in reassurance. “You should get going now,”

“I probably should,” you nodded, holding onto your things tightly. “Bye, Jakey,”

“Bye,” he breathed out, staring at you with so much love that no one else could amount to. But then, he remembered something.

“Hey—” he went to stop you before you could exit his car, “so, summer’s coming up and I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere with me,”

“Something like a date?”

“Very much so,”

“I’d love to,”

“Cool,”

“Cool,” you repeated, snickering a little at Jake’s reddening ears. “Make sure to tell me about your plans. Bye!” you snuck a quick peck on his cheek before exiting the car and slamming the door shut, turning around to wave him goodbye before disappearing behind your front door, all while the only thing Jake could do was stay in shock.

His fingers lingered on the spot your lips had made contact with, giddiness welled up in Jake’s stomach, butterflies swarming and heart going crazy. You just had that effect on him, always, undoubtedly.

It was just two lovers, sitting in the car, listening to ‘Blonde’ and falling for each other. Tension finally broken and true feelings revealed, Jake could die a happy man right there and then. You were his golden hour, his radiant beam in the night, the love of his life, and he wouldn’t trade anything for it.

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[supernovafics]

waiting for steve harrington to show up to your party

wc: 889

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you weren’t waiting for him. 

after thirty minutes of actually waiting for him, you decided to convince yourself that you weren’t waiting for him to show up to the party anymore. in fact, you told yourself that you couldn’t care less if steve showed up or not, and you definitely didn’t want to think about how much of a lie that was. 

instead of thinking about him and wondering if he would ever come, you allowed your friends to pull you into the kitchen to take a shot and then you watched from the sidelines as a few of them got involved in a very heated game of beer pong.  

you hated how your eyes kept traveling back to the front door every so often— waiting, expecting— but you truly couldn’t help it.  

“it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t come,” one of your friends told you, her voice loud enough so you could hear her over the music. “there are other hot guys here. and no offense but probably better than steve.”

you rolled your eyes at her statement. yes, there were guys there, some of whom were in a few of your college classes and were very attractive. but, there was something that you really liked about steve, and it made you not want to give any other guy the time of day. it had been like that since the moment you first bumped into him outside of family video— his shift had ended and you were going inside to find a comedy to rent. it was a short interaction that somehow managed to affect you so much. you felt like you were back in middle school with this crush that at times felt hopeless. 

steve was either completely oblivious to the fact that you liked him— which you thought you made quite clear with how much you frequented family video after that first encounter, and how you excitedly invited him to this party that you and your friends were having at the house you all rented together for school— or he just didn’t have the same feelings.

you’d rather think that he didn’t see your obvious flirting cues than the latter.

your friend could practically see how fast your mind was moving, thoughts fully consumed by steve. 

“let’s get another drink,” she said and you didn’t protest as she led you to the kitchen. 

you grabbed a cup and filled it with the punch you helped make earlier that was almost completely alcohol but still a little bit sweet. 

when your friend got pulled into a conversation with a guy that you recognized from your early morning statistics class, your eyes couldn’t help but travel back to the front door. 

and finally, there he was. walking into your home and closing the door behind him. 

you quickly drank the rest of your drink and discarded the cup before going over to him. 

“you actually came.”

steve gave you a small smile. “yeah, of course, you invited me.” 

you wanted to play it cool and act like his words did nothing to you, but it was really hard not to smile at that. 

“wanna see my room?” you asked. your slightly inebriated brain couldn’t see how much of an innuendo that question was until you said it and you quickly tried to recover. “i didn’t mean it like… that. it’s just really loud out here.”

steve nodded and let out a small laugh. “yeah, let’s go to your room.”

you grabbed his hand and started walking in the direction of your bedroom.

“my humble abode,” you said when you walked in and flicked on the lamp that barely gave any light to the space. 

“it’s nice,” he responded as he started looking at the random trinkets you had sitting on top of your dresser. 

you smiled at him. “thanks.” 

it was then that you realized that you two were still holding hands. you gave his hand a light squeeze and he did the same to you, a small smile on his face. 

if the circumstances were a bit different and your mind wasn’t a bit fuzzy, you don’t think you would’ve taken the plunge, but you did. instead of overthinking everything, you leaned in close to him and pressed your lips against his, but he almost immediately pulled away.

“you’re drunk right now,” he said softly. “i wanna do this when you’re not.”

in that moment, you felt offended that he was kind of rejecting you, but later you would think about this moment and feel glad that he didn’t kiss you right then. 

because it would make the first time you actually kissed each other a thousand times better. 

“i really like you,” he said. 

you smiled at him. “i really like you too.”

steve smiled back at you. “cool, great. glad to know we’re on the same page about that.”

maybe it was your slight inebriation, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was a little nervous right then.

“you really didn’t know this whole time?” you asked. “that i have a crush on you?”

in your mind, it always seemed so obvious to you that you liked him.

steve shook his head. “sometimes i’m an idiot about this stuff.”

“yeah, me too,” you whispered.

“you wanna get some food? i know a great diner that probably serves the best pancakes.”

you smiled and nodded. “pancakes sound amazing right now.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Thunder shield, that’s it that’s the request. You can do it/ have it anyway you want haha 💗

.⋆｡Just A Warm-Up｡⋆.

Thundershield x plus size reader

Steve wants to play while Thor’s away and you’re just along for the ride

Warnings: this isn’t full on smut but it’s still smut, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, switch!steve (he’s also a bit of a brat), dom!thor, little degradation, implied m/m smut

WC: 889

Minors DNI

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When Steve raised a single dark blond eyebrow at you an hour ago, you knew that your simple afternoon of doing laundry and watching your favourite trashy reality show was going to be thrown out the window in favour of his devious idea.

“You know we’re gonna get in trouble right?” You had told him as his thick fingers pulled at the waistband of your sweatpants after he made himself comfortable on your couch.

He looked up at you with a smirk. “Not if you listen to what I tell you to do.”

So now here you were, on one of your boyfriends’ lap, trying as hard as you could to watch the documentary he had put on but with your mind already going fuzzy around the edges, it was incredibly hard. 

You shifted on his lap but suddenly, Steve’s large hands were on your hips, keeping you completely still. “I told you not to fidget.” He chastised you. A shameful heat crawled up your neck and you could only whine.

“Sorry Captain.” He smiled at you and granted a single kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. Now, Thor should be home soon and I don’t think he would appreciate that we’re playing without him so stay still.” You nodded and forced your body to relax back into his strong chest, laying your head on his shoulder where the smell of his cologne was most prominent.

Steve readjusted the blanket that was draped over both your legs, pulling it up so it now lay across your waist, completely concealing your lower half. 

And right on time, the front door opened and a booming voice called out- “My loves! I have returned!”

Steve gave you another firm warning in the form of a pinch to your naked thigh before he called back. “We’re in the living room!” 

Thundering footsteps echoed through the house as Thor hurried to get to you. “You would not believe the day that I have had, first Loki tricked me… again! But do not fret, my wound shall heal soon- what are you doing?”

His massive body easily filled the doorframe, his blue eyes squinting at the pair of you. While you were scrambling to find some excuse as to why you were in this situation, Steve threw his arm over the back of the couch, a smirk still painted on his face. 

“We’re just having a cuddle and watching a movie, isn’t that right doll.” You nodded eagerly in response, letting out a sigh of relief as Thor’s eyes brightened once more, seemingly content with his answer.

“Well, then the Spider boy showed me this new trick he learned and I-“ But his words went in one ear and out the other as Steve readjusted below you, forcing his thick cock even deeper inside you and it took all of your willpower not to moan.

He hissed through his teeth as you clamped down on him. Your fingers curled into your palm in some desperate attempt to keep yourself from moving or moaning or even breathing wrong but evidently, it wasn’t enough.

Before you could stop it, a whine escaped your lips, immediately silencing your godly boyfriend and making the man beneath you inhale sharply. The game was up.

The blanket easily slid away from your laps, exposing exactly what was happening to your shared boyfriend. Your soft legs were spread apart by Steve’s thick thighs, keeping you open enough for his cock to be comfortably nestled in your dripping cunt to keep him warm. Already, his blue jeans were stained almost black from your wetness and a ring of creamy white gathered at the base of his cock.

Neither of you moved, the gravity of the situation now making itself apparent as Thor’s expression darkened and his own jeans grew considerably tighter as his cock came to life.

“I will give you both one chance to explain yourselves before I start to think of ways to punish you for playing without my permission.” Steve’s cock throbbed inside of you and you shot him a glare.

“Masochist.” You hissed under your breath but evidently, both men heard you.

Thor’s eyes locked onto you. “How about you start princess- tell me the truth.”

But before you could answer, Steve had decided that he wanted to play even more. “She’s just warming me up so that I could fuck you when you got home. I mean, that is what she’s here for.” You curled into yourself, not because you were hurt by what he said but because you knew what was coming next.

Moving too quick to comprehend, you were suddenly suspended in the air and then tucked into the chest of your god. And with barely any time to wince at the emptiness you now felt, Thor’s fly was open and his own cock prodded at your entrance. 

“Yes you did have a warm-up, but not for you.” You cried out as he sank you down onto him, easily taking him to the hilt even with his massive size considering how Steve had already stretched you enough to take him. “She’s going to get the fucking of a lifetime while you just watch. And then-“

Steve swallowed thickly, his hand now inching towards his own aching length. “Then, I’ll be warmed up enough to take you.” 

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♥︎ you were a fool to think he were any different than the rumors spoken. - sukuna x fem!reader ♥︎ PT.3 (last part)

➡︎ pt.1 , pt.2 //

warnings // !MDNI! mentions of abuse, bruises, hitting, degrading, objectifying, nicknames (slut, whore, useless, brat, ect.), one-sided love, yelling, tying up, masochist, not proofread, dark fanfic

notes // hii so this is the last part of this series! i genuinely did enjoy writing this for you guys and i hope you like it! wc: 889

synopsis: as much as sukuna hates you, he loves the pleasure you bring him.

a monster is what he is, you thought. he didnt know love, he didnt know fear, he didnt know anything of the human emotion, or what makes anuthing human for that matter.

as he surprised you with a knife at hand, your eyes darted towards sukuna, gritting your teeth as your hands shook, the sharp tip of the knife pointed towards sukuna. your body shook as he stood unsurprised, disappointed even. though some part loved him, your whole body and soul said other wise. your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach as the sharp object in your hand kept flying at sukuna.

he looked unbothered and unphased, gripping on your wrist so so tightly to the point you felt as if it were to snap off.

in the early stages of humans, this is what you were. bare naked and vicious, thats what he built you to be. he reduced you down to what this whole world was centuries ago.

as the womans muffled screams and cries broke you from your sudden trance of immense pain, you noticed you had just dropped tnhe knife from your hands due to his sheer strength. you clenched your teeth, turning around your whole arm just for that knife. it would be your last chance before you killed him. your last chance of seeing the light of day and you had to take that to your advantage. you just didnt know that this world was consumed with evil and cursed spirits.

as you twisted your arm and now had the grasp of the knife in your hands, you quickly aimed for his feet, anything with the most pain and the most veins.

your vision almost went black, splotches of black and white filled your vision as you tried to realize what had happened. your eyes were double visioned, trying to look up at the figure walking towards you. as you realized what had happened, your head was bleeding, gushing out whatever it could and all that it could.

you held your heads wound, sukuna laughing historically at your attempt to scar him. he kicked the blade towards you, holding your shoulders as he shook you like a bag of bones. “c’mon dont tell me thats all you got. get up.” he said, practically slappinng your face back and forth, too exhilarated by the sudden change in mind.

you let out a shriek, grabbing the blade once more. this time, he stayed still. he let you stabbed him and you knew it by the way he was smiling. by the way that devilish grin was plastered on his face, known to do something so unbelievable, so evil, so mad, so insane.

his rough claw-like hand gripped your chin, blood seeping his clothes as his side got slashed. sukuna was making a mockery of your attempt to kill him and you known that all too well.

as tears had filled your eyes, your head throbbing as the womans whines had stopped from the sudden bang, you felt helpless and worthless, like there was no meaning and nothing for you here.

your eyes followed his tall figure, grasping at the womans waist just before his hand went straight through her. her body was now stained with a dark but bright red, it filled the room with such a metal like smell. sukuna’s hands was probably already stained with blood and the deaths of many. but why did this one make you the angriest? she didnt deserve that and you knew it. sure she was a bit frustrating, but you knew deep down, if that was you, getting fucked so so gently by him.. you would’ve acted the same way.

the womans cries and groans grew silent, the rope that kept her body dangling was now cut. your eyes were struggling keeping you awake. tears streamed down your face, your expression unchanged. sukuna smiled, cooing at your defeated face filled him with pleasure. he lifted you into his arms, his second pair of eyes looking at you while his first pair looked forward, heading to some sort of bathroom. it wasn’t the brightest, still dirty, but better than that hell you saw each passing day.

your head was still bleeding, your cells working its best to close it, but to no avail. there was a pounding in your head along witht he sudden sound of running water and him leaving you there. he left the room in such a quiet manner.

maybe this is what he brought you here for. to die silently though that was the total opposite of his purpose. he was supposed to clean you up to do the same that he had done to that woman and the woman before.

the tub filled just enough for you to sink down into your worries, small bubbles of hair had left your mouth as a smile was plastered onto your lips. you thought about your times living, every moment that you’d like to remember. the shapes of the clouds, the weather of the sky, the stars burning bright to guide you when you couldnt find your way. your eyes shut, a final air bubble rised to the surface as you were knocked unconscious.

what you hated the most, is the fact you cursed eachother. and now, it made it impossible to leave.

a/n: please consider reblogging, liking, and leaving recommendations ♡ ! @frogzxch

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[vinnie-w]

【 Alhaitham x Single Mom! Reader 】

➥ AU: Genshin Impact (Post-Sumeru Archon Quest)

➥ SYNOPSIS: Your warm morning is interrupted by an unexpected but welcomed surprise.

➥ AU: Canon Genshin (Post-Sumeru Archon Quest)

➥ WC: 889

➥ A MOTHER'S LOVE ( MASTERLIST)

You could tell how big a toll the work of a Grand Sage had been affecting your boyfriend as, usually, it would've been him that'd be awake but instead you wake to see Alhaitham with his eyes shut as he breathed slowly.

You smile softly as you reach to brush Alhaitham's hair back slowly, and how you wish you didn't as his brows furrow slightly and his arm on your waist pulls you closer to himself.

"Good morning." You giggled, Alhaitham hums in response as he buried his face in your hair. "Mrn'n .." He mumbled into your hair.

You look outside the window and see that the sun was higher than it usually was when you woke up. You attempt to stand up but you forget your boyfriend's tight grip on your waist.

"Haitham, hon. It's past 8." You said, trying to shake Alhaitham awake.

"So?" He replied, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. "It's a weekend, dear. We'll be fine."

"What about Farah?"

"I'm sure Kaveh can handle her."

You shake your head with a laugh, "Archons, Haitham. We can't make our friend do everything y'know?"

"It's reasonable payment for his debt." Alhaitham added, smirking slightly as you laugh at his statement, burying your face in his chest.

"Mm.. I guess I can spend a few more minutes.." You mumble, already feeling the sleepiness return once you allowed yourself to melt into Alhaitham's arms.

"Good." Said Alhaitham, smugly. You both hold each other close as sleep began to overtake you, the warmth of Alhaitham and the blanket and the cool wind from your slightly open window was enough to make you fall asleep.

Unfortunately for you two, because of your drowsiness you failed to notice the door open slowly.

Alhaitham looked up from admiring you and raised a brow at the open door. "Hm? Kaveh?" He called out, rubbing his eye.

"Kaveh?" You mumble, drowsily.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

Alhaitham and you yelp as the small figure jumped into your bed head first with a scream before she fell into a fit of giggles.

"Mowing! It's mowing!!" Farah beamed, cuddling into your chest.

Alhaitham and you sigh, it was just Farah, your little 5 year old girl. "Morning. It's morning, Farah." Said Alhaitham, turning on his side as he watched you and Farah cuddle.

"Hehe, no it's not!" Farah giggles, turning to face her dad. Alhaitham could feel his heart melt a bit as you pulled Farah closer and kissing her cheek.

"What do you mean it's not, baby?" Alhaitham asked.

"Cause that's how uncle Kaveh says it!" Said Farah, sitting up. "He goes, 'good mowingg!'" She then proceeds to exaggerate Kaveh's yawn, throwing her arms up in the air and falling back onto your chest, laughing.

"Of course, he'd say it wrong. He's an idiot."

"Haitham!" You yell, playfully slapping his bicep with a laugh. Alhaitham chuckles, propping himself up on his arm as he admired you.

The way the sun perfectly captured your features, your laugh like music to his ears always had his heart skipping a few beats.

Alhaitham was no believer of fate, choosing to believe in facts instead, but he would get down on his knees and thank whichever god or archon of Celestia had given him the chance to meet you and your daughter and giving him the small family he has now.

Alhaitham smiled softly once you'd calm from your laughing as you looked up at him with your (e/c) eyes. He slowly leaned in, about to give you a kiss when he was immediately smacked away.

"Farah!"

Alhaitham sat up in shock as he rubbed his nose, while Farah blew a raspberry at him. The two glared at one another before Farah smugly kissed your cheek and cuddled you.

"Oh?" Said Alhaitham. "That's how you want it too be, hm?"

Farah screeched as Alhaitham pulled her off of you. She was kicking her legs and squealing as he tickled her sides, blowing a raspberry into her neck that had Farah laughing and squirming.

"PAPA LET ME GOOO!!" She laughed, trying to tickle her papa back but Alhaitham held her arms down as he continued the tickling.

You laid back as you watched the two play fight. You can't help but thank the archons for blessing you with a man as loving accepting as Alhaitham for accepting you AND Farah when most men you've met have insisted for you to leave her behind

But not Alhaitham, he saw your fears and made a promise to love and protect you both. You smile fondly as Farah finally escaped Alhaitham's grasp and run out of the room, calling for Kaveh.

"Now, where was I-" You cut him off by sneaking your arm around his neck and kissing him. Alhaitham immediately reacts by wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pull away, muttering "Love you." Smiling up at him. Alhaitham smiles back, but just as he was about to lean down for one more kiss, another voice startles the two.

"Oh- OH! Not in front of your own child, you two!"

A/N: Shdjhahs you guys have no idea how happy I am to vomit a fic about him jaklsjdlkadj I love him so he's so mean and rude.

I'm ngl, I wish I was built like all the genshin tumblr writers here with their cool aesthetice but I am simply a wattpader 😭

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hi hii!! could you do prompt 1 & 6 with jouno? thank you!

1 (“you know i wasn't lying when i said i'd kill for you”) + 6 (“I love it when you scream and it's all because of me!”)

jouno my beloved but i struggled a little bit, still had a bunch of fun though!

-WC 889 // valentines event open!! tws: getting kidnapped, Jouno degrades reader a little

You lived in a quiet little down, nothing went down, nothing unusual happened. The morning birds chirped blissfully while they watched from above. Sitting down near a pond while nature flutters around you, just admiring the gente ripples going to and across the water. As of late, there was an investigation of a possible rogue wanted ability user resting up in your down, having sent the best military dogs to find them. That's how you met Jouno Saigiku, full of pride and always with a smile. You were one of the people he questioned, however you took note your questioning took longer than the other people in your town. You shrugged it off as maybe they were just faster in their answers but some of those questions did get a little personal. Even his wording was a bit off, “you’re one of the people who I would kill to protect.”

Again, you didn't want to say anything. You shook off the thought, they’re only gonna be here for a limited time and most likely never again so you didnt concern yourself too much. The day went on as usual, nothing really standing out. Everyother breath and step felt like you were being monitored even if it was in direct sunlight. Sometimes you’d even bump into that man again, Jouno, his tone was kindly spoken, however the words not really. Quick to turn to something dark humored but you gave a little laugh. You still respected him because he was here for a reason.

You did notice weird shifting while trailing to go home, a hand quickly reached out to grab you and pull you away from your destination. You failed to scream out in time and everything else fell in darkness. 

You woke up dizzy, as you were in an unfamiliar place, the light was awful on your eyes, closing them up and squinting. The person who kidnapped you gave an awful smile as he told you, you weren’t gonna live long. Your eyes were watering, heart pouring out fear with every beat. Not a lot of details were spared to you, the guy simply going off while you’re stuck to a chair in an unfamiliar place. You tried to calm down and eventually started to lightly sleep, there's really nothing else you could do. However, before you could fully fall asleep you heard shouting and banging, it jolted you up, staring at the door where the noise was coming from. In all honesty you couldn't help but let out a small scream. You swallowed nervously, looking down at the floor and gaining some sense of calm. Trying to breathe in and out slowly despite the tremble in your breathing. Finally the door opened, you could hear faint drops of something hitting the floor while footsteps were walking towards you. “What a shame we meet like this again.” that voice, it was gentle. 

You look up and see Jouno, gasping seeing the state his clothes are in, while the red of the uniform was able to hide it well, the blood on his face was clear on what happened. He chuckled as he closed in, freeing you from your binds. “If it's not clear already, I wasn't lying about what I said earlier, I did say I would kill for someone like you.”

You were confused but chose to stay silent while he helped you up, the smile on his face never shifting while you were gathering your thoughts. “Maybe it seems you deserve to be more secluded so this doesn't happen again hm?” 

Nothing was making sense on what he was saying but you still were stunned to speak, the exhaustion of everything was getting to you and it was impacting your will to think properly.

Jouno obviously notices and sits you down, while you lean on his shoulder and close your eyes while your breathing gets calmer. 

The next place you wake up, it wasn't your house again, Jouno was by your side, holding his head up with his hand. You were even more confused about what was going on. Yet Jouno only gave a smile and straightened his posture. “From now on, you’ll be staying here, it's just a precaution.”

This didn't help your confusion, you knew something was being hidden but you didn't want to push anything. “Afterall, I am just worried since you walked off and got yourself caught by the person we were looking for, just a magnet for trouble.” 

You were getting overwhelmed again and you started bumbling questions on when you would get to go home, Jouno got a little closer and started to whisper, ” you’re never leaving here, you’ll be under my surveillance. After all, don't you prefer something else over the sorry mess you called a home back there?, you almost got killed, I don't want that happening again, you were defenseless in there.” 

You started to raise your voice in disbelief, tears building up as the stress was becoming too much for you to handle. Yet all Jouno could give back in response was just a few simple words, "I love it when you scream and it's all because of me." making you silent before continuing. “I couldn't help myself the first time I heard your scream, shame it behind that door, it was lovely to listen to.”

[swftpoet]

THE CURSED DRAGON CHP 1.

warnings: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I apologize for any errors that appear in grammar or writing. + violence typical of the canon

WC: 889

❝𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ��𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬

prologue

She looked a lot like her mother.

It was the first thing King Viserys said upon seeing the baby his eldest daughter had brought into the world on the sixth day of the eighth moon in the year 112 AD. That comparison was always the first thing Alysanne heard, and even though she loved and admired her mother excessively, at the age of 12 that comparison became excessive and caused her anger; So when her mother and brothers flew to Dragonstone away from Alicent's lies, the eldest princess remained for another year in Kingsland. Alicent tried to seduce the princess with sweet promises and poison her against her family, but the young Targaryen was very clever and soon moved away from the queen consort, maintaining a good relationship only with her aunt, Helaena, which many did not understand, after all if If they saw them they would see nothing more than two girls embroidering or reading, their silent relationship was a mystery, but it ensured that Alicent had no reason to push the two away. That year, Viserys promised her a beautiful crown and a great husband, the mention of the jewel made the princess's eyes, large orbs with the most violet irises in the seven kingdoms, shine but, the mention of a husband had made her grimace. in disgust. Whether or not it was her desire, from that year onwards every man who expressed a desire to marry Alysanne perished, which, fermented by Alicent, was called 'the curse of the little dragon'.

In Dragonstone, things became familiar, there were many Targaryens and dragons on the island and this made the children there become fearless, but none came close to Alysanne, she was the one who flew to Driftmark and discovered that the lady Laena was in labor, taking the opposite route to bring the news to her mother and father; Ser Leanor arrived at his home headquarters first but was unable to see his sister's situation; Rhaenyra flew away a few hours later, leaving her eldest daughter and eldest son Jacaerys in charge of the castle. It was the first glimpse of real power in the girl's hands, and it filled her ego. It was also on this occasion that Alysanne chose her champion, her most faithful guard, Harren Strong, the third son of the Strong house, who before being sent to the Citadel, became a knight of the white cloak, very similar to his older brother, Sor. Harwin who had been the captain of the gold cloaks.

When Rhaenyra learned of her stepmother's venomous words against her daughter, she ordered the princess to go to Dragonstone, not a mother's request, but the order of the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, and so Alysanne did, but not before return Alicent's lies with glory.

The tongue of one of the queen's maids was sent to her at her breakfast, at the same time that Vermithor and Alysanne were flying to dragonstone, the maid whose tongue had been ripped out was never found, no one ever looked into the intestines of the great dragon. bronze that Alysanne had bravely claimed at the age of six; Alicent remained silent for a while, she would never admit that she was afraid of what the girl could do to her, but she had understood the message.

The days that passed after Rhaenyra and Laenor's departure were enough to make many nobles believe that Jacaerys and Alysanne would marry and rule the seven kingdoms in union, which caused a certain relief, none would dare say, but there was a certain fear among The nobles in Rhaenyra named their daughter as heir, at thirteen she had already proven herself brutal, and even if Viserys turned a blind eye, it could not be denied that her blood burned like dragonfire. Often being cited as someone incapable of making rational decisions.

That's what they said, however, regardless of Rhaenyra's choice about her succession, her three eldest sons were taking classes that prepared them to take over the kingdom. That made Alicent angry; how audacious the princess was being in placing "those wild children" as pretenders to the throne.

Despite all the disagreements between Rhaenyra and Alicent, Alicent and Alysanne, Helaena and Aly's friendship remained strong, they would meet sometimes and fly over Blackwater Bay, or on the beaches of Driftmark, not even Alicent's daughter would leave a stone behind. of the dragon, not even Rhaenyra's daughter went to King's Landing anymore, even though it took her away from her beloved grandfather, King Viserys, when his illness worsened, Alysanne begged her mother to let her visit him, but Rhaenyra went irreducible, forbidding his daughter for fear of the Greens' plots; especially given the king's fragile health, knowing that his daughter would be exposed to a very great risk and without adequate protection, even if she took her most faithful squire and protector.

[qiangweirosa]

elegant

" Noel invites Claire to his college's prom event.

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noelclaire week day 2: elegant + prom + suit/dress "

relationships: noel/claire, claire & zizel, claire & lime & charlotte, claire & lime, claire & charlotte tws: none wc: 889 extra: set in my modern au, can be read as a standalone + collab with @mfychl !

read on ao3!

“They’re hosting a prom event at college. I’m pretty sure they’re allowing us to bring external people. Don’t ask me about the details though, I skimmed through it.”

Wilardo had told her the other day, when he came to get his drink at the shop. So when Claire received a text from Noel inviting her to said prom event, she wasn’t surprised - flattered, and happy, but not surprised -, and immediately accepted. 

However, going to an event like that had one major hurdle that she needed to overcome: her outfit. 

Claire had a lot of beautiful outfits, but none of them qualified as something prom-worthy. So here she was, on her bed, sighing and pouting as she tried to figure out what to wear. 

As she was still moping over her troubles, Zizel sighed beside her and put down her cup of tea, bringing her attention to Claire. 

“If it’s troubling you that much, why not just go shopping for new dresses? That way you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Claire pouted more, her gaze now turned to Zizel. She pondered silently for a moment before protesting. 

“Going shopping on my own is boring…”

And Claire swore that if looks could kill, she would be dead by now from the way Zizel deadpanned at her. She gave a nervous chuckle, trying to ease the tension. 

Zizel sighed once more. 

“I don’t think Lime or Charlotte would ever turn down an opportunity to go shopping. Ask one of them. Or both of them, if you’re willing to do that.”

Claire sat up in a flash, her face suddenly brighter. Why hadn’t she thought of that!

And so here she was, on a Wednesday afternoon, walking between shops and gawking at every pretty outfit she saw, with Lime and Charlotte trailing beside her. The three of them went through countless shops, trying on all kinds of dresses and other clothes, trying to see which one looked the best. While her two friends each had a few bags already, Claire still hadn’t found the perfect dress her mind was envisioning for her prom evening with Noel. 

The sun was already setting by the time they walked into yet another shop, and Claire’s eyes settled on a dress that looked exactly how she imagined it. Her eyes sparkled; she immediately grabbed it to try it on. 

A few hours later and Claire was back in her room, admiring her newly acquired dress; a beautiful light pink shade, short sleeves and the matching gloves that reached up to her elbows. The dress came with matching hair ribbons; she made sure to keep them somewhere she wouldn’t forget about them. 

The prom was set to be two days later, on Friday evening. Claire put on her dress and fixed up her appearance, wanting to look as good as possible for the event - and Noel. She was then dropped off at the college by Lady Dorothy. 

She felt a little lost through the large buildings, but thankfully the way to the venue was well indicated. She walked into the large room; probably the gymnasium, she assumed, but it was heavily decorated for the occasion and definitely looked fitting. 

Her hands gripped the gown of her dress to avoid tripping, and she walked through the crowd of unfamiliar people, looking around for her date.

Suddenly, it felt as if the world had come to a stop as her eyes locked onto a green one. Noel looked stunning - a mostly white outfit, with a tall collar and a row of buttons. His hands were hidden beneath white gloves, and his outfit greatly highlighted his natural beauty. He looked as if he was glowing, and Claire wouldn’t have minded if this was the last thing she saw in her life. 

She watched his face light up as he saw her, a seemingly similar feeling swirling through his mind, and he rushed towards her. She walked towards him too, and they stopped once they were standing right in front of each other, closer enough for Claire to be able to see every single detail of Noel’s face. 

“You look beautiful.”

She smiled. 

“So do you! That outfit looks amazing on you!”

He smiled back. 

They stood there for a few moments, Claire finding herself unable to move or to speak, entranced by Noel, until he reached a hand out towards her, the other one folded behind his back and lightly bowing towards her. A blush tinted his cheeks. 

“Would you care for a dance, Claire?”

She felt her heartbeat quicken, placing her hand in Noel’s and pulling him up and towards her. Their hands naturally found their places; hers on his shoulder, his on her waist, and they stood chest to chest as they started moving to the music. 

“I would love to.”

Their eyes never left each other as they danced, even as Noel twirled Claire around and dipped her down. On one such occasion, when he pulled her back up, she leant up and kissed him, a simple peck on his lips that left her grinning with joy, but broke their momentum. Noel froze in place, his face quickly turning red, and she giggled upon seeing his reaction. He cleared his throat and looked away, stammering, and tried to regain his composure. 

How cute. Her Noel really was adorable. 

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🌟 Revisiting memories: Christmas Lights | Gen | WC 1671 | Canon compliant For James' first Christmas, Harry thinks back on his own Christmases growing up.

🌟 Picking out presents: Found Family | Gen | WC 3817 | Wolfstar Harry wants to get Sirius a Christmas gift, but what do you give a godfather that you don't even know? He asks Remus for help. Set during Order of the Phoenix, Christmas at Grimmauld Place.

🌟 Alternate house sorting: Mince pie | Teen and up | WC 817 | Wolfstar with Slytherin!Sirius and Ravenclaw!Remus “That’s my seat,” Sirius says, scowling at the boy sitting at his favourite spot in the library. As if it wasn’t enough that he was stuck at Hogwarts for the Holidays, now he couldn’t even make progress on his OWL-studies just because someone had taken over his table in the library. Everyone knew that this was his spot so it could hardly be an accident, but the boy who is sitting there has still got his eyes on the book he’s reading, and he hasn’t even looked up.

🌟 Snowed in: Snowed in | M | WC 1500 | Grandparents Wolfstar with Harry and the kids Sirius and Remus find themselves snowed in.

🌟 Getting back togehter: New Year’s Magic | Teen and up | WC 889 | Jegulus muggle AU 981 days, James thought numbly. It had been 981 days since Regulus had left. 981 days since the row they had, when Regulus chose to leave with his parents rather than stay with him. 981 days without a note or a phone call. The only news he had received during that time had come from Sirius. 981 days of trying to forget something that was a part of him, so deeply engrained into his being that he would have had a better chance trying to forget his own name. 981 days and here he was, standing barely a feet away, dressed immaculately in a dark suit.

[exorcqism]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❛ SPEED DEMON—スピード狂, CHOSO KAMO

·.⌇ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. choso loves nothing more than racing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and high speed…and his brother of course. he’s been champion for the past three years of street racing. wc, 889. dark mode recommended.

note. i need somebody to draw choso in a racer outfit and send it to me PLEASE. anyway hope ya enjoy :D reblog to support meeee

tags. street racer!choso, mean!choso, modern AU, female anatomy, smoking, no nsfw. lmk if i missed anything.

misc. masterlist AO3

″𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄. 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝟑, 𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓. ″ ㅤ⏤ㅤ XAVIER WULF

you were never into the concept of street racing. let alone a fan of it. there was no room for something like this in your world. the most experience you had with street racing was those tokyo drift games at the arcade.

a close friend of yours, yuji itadori, had invited you to a street racing event that was going on friday night. you wanted to say no but yuji probably would’ve been begging you to come along, so you agreed.

screeching tires coming from a shiny black toyota supra alert the crowd as everyone cheers, chanting a name but it was so loud that you could hardly hear. the smell of burnt tires and gas clogged your nostrils.

a man with black stringy hair, tied back into a low ponytail. you suppress a groan when you hear the women in the crowd screaming as they fawned over the pale looking male as he removed the ponytail, letting the strands fall down onto his shoulders.

his expression is stoic and bland. the only thing interesting about his face was that black mark running across the bridge of his nose and his violet irises that sparkled under the moonlight and the accompanying street lights. the smoke from the exhausts giving him a slightly more intimidating look. he was tall and lean. you could easily tell he was pretty fit under that simple outfit he was wearing.

“you look like you don’t belong here,” the man rasped. his low adverb voice caught you off guard. for some reason, you were expecting his voice to sound a bit lighter than that. like yuji’s voice but slightly deeper. not like that. but speaking of yuji, he never mentioned he had an older brother.

you noticed those piercing violet irises were in your direction. he seemed to be waiting for you to answer him. you clear your throat.

“i’m just here because he invited me.” you point in yuji’s direction. the racer smiles when you mention the pink haired boy. choso looks you up and down with a smirk, seemingly judging and examining you.

“oh, so you’re the one he’s been hanging around?”

the comment made you raise an eyebrow. in someway it sounded offensive but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions about a guy you don’t even know. you lightly bob your head up and down, quietly adding a ‘mhm’ to your response.

“you got a name?” he reaches into his pocket and sticks a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. as you answer, he takes a drag from the tobacco stick and releases the smoke into the air.

choso's expression remained unchanging as you spoke, his eyes were still on you. he was in thought, still assessing her. he repeats your name under his breath as if trying to remember it before he spoke again. “choso. what's your relationship with yuji?”

“he’s my friend.” you spoke up.

choso's eyes narrowed slightly in interest when she said that. “and you've been hanging out with that idiot recently?" he asked, sounding amused. the man leans in closer, letting you see his heavily pierced ears under his hair and the tongue piercing as he spoke.

“i don’t know why you even bother with him. you wanna take a ride with me? me and you can get acquainted.”

your eyes travel to yuji, who seemed like he didn’t care much about the comments his brother was making on him being dumb—but all three of you knew he wasn’t the brightest of the bunch. he smiles and waves his hand as if he wants you to hang out with choso.

sighing, you agree.

you found yourself sitting in the front seat of the toyota supra with choso, speeding through the streets of tokyo. even in the inside of the car, you could hear the engine roaring. it almost sounded as if you were in the presence of a dragon.

it was obvious that choso was in love with the risk of crashing the car or the thrill of being hunted by the police. you held onto the handle just above the window with each sharp turn choso took, making your body slam against the door almost.

“stop being so scared and enjoy it.” choso was grinning while music thumped from the speakers, which was eventually turned down so he could fawn over the growling sounds of his engine, that had been moded to perfection along with the rest of the car.

the car stops at a 7-eleven parking lot. it’s pretty secluded though. the male looks as you, unbuckling both his and your seatbelt. he leans back in his seat. he had an attractive smile on his face as he looked you.

“you ever been kissed before?” he asks. once again, he surprises you with his question. you took a moment to think about if you’ve already had your first kiss or not but maybe you were taking a bit too long for choso’s liking.

smashing his lips onto yours, the two of you made out for a short moment. you couldn’t deny, choso was definitely attractive aside from his rude comments and bored expression. your arms slide up over his shoulder and his hands squeeze your waist a bit. soon enough he pulled away from you, smiling at your dazed expression.

“there you go.”

ending notes. i was kicking my feet and giggling btw.

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[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“Spinel from steven universe is what Selina from the Winx club should have been like. Given the relationship, she was implied to have with Bloom, and how she was a character brought out of nowhere, that Bloom never mentioned to the others.”

[rkwon]

goodbye.

AUGUST 12TH — 16TH, 2019: DREAM KNIGHT FILMING, WEEK FOUR EPISODES 10 - 12 STARRING JEON WON AS MARK WONWOO 

( tw !! discussions of parental death, dream knight spoilers )

it’s finally the last week ( and a shorter one at that ) and won feels energised each morning counting down the days to completion — to being one step closer to seeing the end product when it airs, and of course, being back to normality and his loving boyfriend. 

understandably, as the web drama reaches its climax, the supporting boys shift back to the reserve bench as kangjoon and jaehyun cover important scenes and vital plot progressions. as always, won doesn’t really mind. having a majority lighter role means less pressure on his slowly developing acting skills, anyway, and also less time repeating lines over and over for the camera until his brain turns to mush. 

in these episodes, it’s clear that the knights have accepted their fate never to become human and wish to enjoy their remaining days on earth with their ‘owner’ and newfound friends. whilst the message is touching — live without regrets! — and the build up to it present, won still feels like the tone is a little too sombre for the overall silliness of the concept, but he supposes that’s why he is the actor and not the writer. maybe it’s not so out of place if you know everything, follow the plot the way its intended in its final state, but won doesn’t think he can bear to watch himself when it airs. surely, he’ll just be too embarrassing, right? his acting noticeably sub par? however, won’t mingyu likely want to see it? he hadn’t thought of any of that. 

willing his cheeks to cool, he watches as the staff film hayoon’s scene with her character’s late mother. she lies on the bed, her mother beside her. inhyung rolls over to face her mother, whose appearance is identical to that in the flashback scenes earlier in the series. though won knows it’ll be edited down, filtered through with the younger actress from said flashbacks, alone, the scene is emotional enough. it reminds him of sujin, of the times he’s spent with the woman who chose to be a mother to him when no one else would. he makes a note to call her later that evening, no matter how tired he is. 

the eleventh episode is his favourite of this week. though it’s their last day ‘alive’, each of the knights spend it with their new friend — in his case, minseok. the scene itself is simple, sweet, and won genuinely laughs softly as minseok teases him for the characters he’d drawn on the bottom of his skateboard. “it’s inhyung,” he insists. what’s worse, is that he hadn’t even needed to purposefully draw badly or have anyone else sketch them for him. between them, mingyu is the artist. won is... definitely not. perhaps he’s the writer; the perfect complement. 

the final episode makes him emotional — if not because of the content itself, then because it marks the end of a long month full of unbelievable opportunities. the lack of sleep is rough and his confidence in his acting abilities not very high most of the time and god does he miss his boyfriend, but won has had fun these last four weeks. getting to experience something new, not to mention spend time with fellow trainees he doesn’t get to see that often ( he’s seen more of ella these last few weeks between this and the mgas than he thinks he’s ever seen of her, even including on television and pictures online ), is so honouring. it’s still almost surreal to him that he was even chosen. 

the last episode means a lot to him and that’s why he’s determined to end everything on a high note for himself and the other boys. finally, they reach the dance competition they’d been practising for, but as the camera shows them in the waiting room, the viewer will realise that after the opening revelation from jaehyun, inhyung hasn’t arrived yet. kangjoon looks for her, but unsuccessful, he returns just in time for her to appear and thus begins the montage of dance performances. a cute ( though cliche ) way to showcase royal’s talents, won watches as each of the groups, and of course, ella and her partner, dance, patiently waiting for his own turn. 

when their original ( and expected ) performance ends, jsm join them on stage for a special stage with inhyung to celebrate their last day and as they stand in their ending positions, the camera zooms to a well-timed tear of joy rolling down inhyung’s cheek. 

it’s their time to go. 

the dramatic parting scene is one that won isn’t wholly prepared for and certainly doesn’t feel confident portraying at first, but as they repeat takes, read lines behind the cameras, he finds himself relaxing a little with each passing moment. this is his final appearance in the drama. this is the scene viewers will have clearest in their mind for him. though the pressure is high, the relief is also so, so close. 

he only has three lines and they’re all pretty much just her name, but facing inhyung, saying goodbye, won sucks in a deep breath, thinks about everything this means, everything he’s been through, everything his character has been through, and with his whole heart, smiles with a hint of sadness as he fades away. 

“thank you, inhyung.” 

thank you, dream knight.