#I love it when they twirl really majestically too!

[aioliravioli-69]

Here you go!!

Silver in a pretty dress, that ISN'T her usual one!

Some of you may already know this, but I LOVE drawing frilly and poofy dresses! ESPECIALLY when they're moving!!!

I love the ways the folds rearrange themselves!!!

This first dress wasn't really inspired by some barbie doll dress, just a random redesign I guess??

I feel like the lineart isn't that visible though, but I'm too lazy to fix it lol

Aight, up next is a request!!

This dress was requested by @tea-132 and I thank them!!!

It's REALLY pretty and I would've missed out on it otherwise aqnd it was extremely fun to draw so thanks a lot :DD

here it is!!

And yes, before you ask, she will come in more poses I just need to figure them out and nothing seemed more fitting for this dress than the 'joyful-walk-with-a-new-skirt' pose!!

I will say that I totally put no effort into the design on the outer lace and ibis Paint was a giant help with the stars (I love you ibis, marry me <333)

I'm happy with how it turned out and be prepared to expect more dresses soon

I will draw them until y'all are drowning in them

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[jjoongstar]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

this can also be read as a stand alone! (prefer read the other parts too to feel more of the grief)

pairing: king!hongjoong x queen!reader (royalty au)

wc: 2.9k

genre: fluff, angst (like super angst)

a/n: i kinda went overboard with the wc, but please take note that this is the QUEEN'S POV. i don't want you guys to misunderstood the story, ok then, enjoy! sorry in advanced if there are any errors in it. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

"do you want to be queen, y/n?"

"what?! you want me to marry your father?"

"NO!! Its not that,"

"then what is it, crown prince kim hongjoong?"

"I'm asking you to marry me and be my queen,"

"your proposal sounds like you're asking me out to play in the garden," you raised your eyebrow at him amusingly.

you both looked at each other and laughed whole heartedly under the shade provided by an oak tree on top of a hill.

the two of you have known each other since you were kids. as the daughter of the king's personal assistant, you two spent most of your lives running around playing with each other in the palace. you were always each other's company.

"CROWN PRINCE HONGJOONG!!!" the yelling of the maids and royal guards. looking for the young teenager.

behind the gate walls, you stood there with hongjoong, hand in hand, and your backs closely against the wall. he looks at you and shushed you to be quiet as he started running towards a direction pulling you with him by your entangled hands, forcing you to run with him.

passing through the village, over a small river, and a few trees not enough to be called a forest but enough to hid what was behind it. hongjoong closed your eyes with both of his hands, and carefully guided you. you gasp in amazement when he showed you the view. a wide meadow filled with tall bright golden petaled flowers. sunflowers.

"i know how much you really love sunflowers, so i planted them here myself, hidden and far away from everyone's sight," he said proudly to you. the only person who knew this meadow is just the two of you. you were left speechless, not knowing how to respond to him. it truly warms your heart to one of his love languages. his efforts showed his love for you.

"this shall be our secret place, my love," he pulls you into his embrace and you held him back tightly. feeling each other's heartbeat. he felt so pleasant and comfy.

"my future queen." he added and kisses the crown of your head.

after being officially engaged, hongjoong would always accompany you to all of your dress fittings. he loves the way every piece of clothing fits perfectly on you, and how it made you shine brighter.

"oh my god! you look so majestic in that color!!" he complimented you with doe eyes, adoring your figure.

you did a little twirl showing it off more to him and he squealed at how lovely you looked. it made his heart beats so fast and his face flushed red, he hid his face in his hands, too shy to show you his honest reaction. you can't help but laughed at him and took his hand away and lands a soft kiss on his cheeks. he felt so flustered with your bold reaction and not wanting to lose, he kisses your lips softly. he dragged you onto his lap and you both enjoyed kissing lovingly at each other and giggling in between.

it was the most grand and eventful wedding to ever be held. he was way more excited and thrilled than you were. he wanted the best for you, and he did. inviting guests from all affiliates, everyone in the country, every living being, he wanted the whole world to know that you're officially his. he had royal professional dressmakers custom you the most beautiful piece of wedding attire. gifting you rare and luxurious jewelleries. ordering royal cooks to prepare thousands of your favourite delicacies. he wanted everyone to know that its your signature dish. banners and posters of you two hung all over the country to celebrate.

he hired the most talented musicians to specifically play your favourite tune. fresh flowers decorated the entire palace walls. he ordered well know artistic painters to create the most magnificent portraits of you and so he hung them in his office. he loved you so dearly with all of his heart. though his words were not enough, he expressed them by showing you. tears of heartfelt stream down his face during the ceremony. you are his friend, his lover, his wife, his queen.

the people knowing their rulers were deeply in love with each other, they had hope for a very bright future for their country.

he had the maids prepared his quarters as to fit the two of you. he opposed the tradition of you having your own quarters. he wanted to be close to you at all times. sleeping next to you. waking up with you in his arms. spending night and day with you. share all those intimate times together. you had always have each other.

hongjoong appointed personal maids and servants to always accompany you and take care of your needs when he's not there beside you.

after years of reign, hongjoong was suggested by his royal advisor to have a concubine. it has always been a tradition passed down by generations. but he banished all of his father's concubine after the former king died and closed down the harem. knowing that only you holds his heart, he shall not need other women. but a dark hidden part of him wanted to agree with the advisor.

it took him months trying to figure out the words to you, but no words were needed. his actions spoke louder. he grew distant. he was less affectionate. and his mind wonders around whenever you talk to him. he didn't noticed he had neglected you until you finally spoke up when you knew about his plans during dinner.

"you want to bring back the harem?"

he choked on his food and you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction first then helped him before he suffocates himself to death.

"i understand with our current situation, i shall give you my permission, under one condition," you added.

the man didn't have time to explain it to you. but you were so understandable with the 'current situation'. he wanted, needed a successor. a child. a continuation of his bloodline. he looks at you attentively. his heart felt sorrow that you agreed to this idea.

"let me have my own quarters-"

"i object your request, my queen," he cuts you off. he denied your suggestion to be places further away from him.

"then do you want me to sit and watch in your room while you and your concubines bang and do your things??" a hint of amusement in your tone and a smirk on your face.

realisation hits the man in front of you and he averts his gaze away from you. he had never felt so embarrassed and stupid.

"its called giving privacy, you foolish king," flicking you fingers softly on hongjoong's forehead. he replied nothing but an amusing laugh at your humor. you called out for your head maid.

"prepare the empty quarters, move out all of my belongings from his majesty's quarters to there. it shall be mine from now on." the head maid was beyond shock when you gave her the orders. she kept on asking the reasons and you told her everything. she was one of the closest people you have in this palace.

even after the opening of the harem, and king's night was full of lust with his new concubines. every after intimate night he would head over your quarters, knocking softly on your door, begging you to let him in.

it surprised you at first but day by day it became a normal routine.

"it just doesn't feel the same without you. it felt so wrong," hearing out hongjoong's rants while having him laying down on your chest, his face snuggled in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. you ran down your fingers softly tracing indescribable patterns, comforting him.

but those nights and regime slowly vanish after he spent most of his nights with the same concubine.

during your usual stroll, you stumbled upon a young woman crouching at the bank of the small stream in the palace grounds. you approached her slowly not wanting to startled her but your shadow caught her attention. she stood up and bowed at you respectfully. glancing at her outfit, she must be the one.

"you must be his favourite," you stated and she looked up at you with a confused look.

'she does look adorable, i understand him now.' you thought to yourself.

"its nice meeting you my dear. be careful not to hurt yourself, okay." you smiled, patting her head and left her alone while you continue on your evening stroll.

you stumbled upon the same concubine again from a far on a lovely evening. she noticed your figure and came running down at you with something in her grasp. stopping in front of you, she squealed in excitement and bowed as usual.

"what's gotten you so excited?" you chuckled merrily at her behavior.

"i plucked these out for you, it reminded me of your beauty." she handed out a small bouquet of mix flowers to you and you took them wholeheartedly while your head maid looks at them in disbelieve.

"its so nice of you plucking out flowers in my own garden and gifting them back to me like this."

the woman in front of you gasped in shock. repeatedly muttering apologies. she wasn't informed of your garden. you were furious but it all faded away because they're flowers. and its because it reminded her of yourself.

flowers reminded you of someone too. someone who used to gift you endless fresh flowers everyday. it made you smile to yourself like a fool. you accepted her pleas and pats her head as usual and made your way.

"put these in a vase and place them in his majesty's office." you handed out the flowers to your head maid walking beside you.

your time spent with hongjoong was getting less day by day. some days you didn't even see him in your sight. you've miss him. his laugh. his smile. his voice. his touch. his kiss. his mere presence.

"hongjoong, would you-"

"not now, I'm busy, tell me later." he cuts you off when you stumbled each other at the hallway.

"what?" you mutter in disbelieve.

"I'm sorry, y/n, love, we'll talk tonight." and he left. leaving you with no further explanation.

you felt your knees weaken and you dropped down on the cold floor. all these time, he had never dismissed you. no matter how important the work was, he always puts you first. even during meetings with the ministers, he dismissed them all just to give you all his utmost attention.

tears streaming down your face unknowingly. your hands clawing at your aching heart.

you asked hongjoong for his opinion on your appearance, for you had dolled up a bit for him today. trying to win his heart back.

"you looked gorgeous as always, my queen," he replied as he held your face in the palm of his hands.

"i love you, hongjoong." you spoke and leans in onto his touch. eyes straight into his. a soft smile on his gorgeous face, but his eyes betrayed the words he admitted. there was no spark as it used to. your heart starting to swell in pain.

"i love you too, sweetheart," he replied with still flutters at the nickname he called you. sweetheart.

somehow it suddenly felt wrong. it felt one sided.

the day you needed someone. someone to hear out you rants. someone to hold you close. consoling you with sweet words. someone who understands you. a person? a friend?

your lover, you yearn for him.

making your way to his office asking his assistant for his presence but was denied as it was said he was busy. again. he's busy. turning around in defeat, but you did not take any steps away from the door. your ears perked upwards at the loud laughter emitted from behind the door. loud giggles of a woman. a very familiar woman.

you looked over at the servant and he bowed to you, understanding your feelings, he apologise in the king's behalf.

you gave him a bitter smile and made your way to your awaiting quarters. every step you take, the more you weep in silent.

every morning the king greeted you at breakfast but it doesn't sound sincere anymore.

every afternoon the king spent his time in his office. laughing away with another woman.

every evening the king enjoys his time strolling around the palace hand in hand with that other woman.

and every night the king made love with his woman. his dearest concubine.

your usual evening routine was disturbed and it felt like your world stopped moving when you laid your eyes on the king and his concubine walking side by side towards your direction.

you gasped in shock when you saw the flower in the concubine's hands. a bright golden petaled flower. a sunflower.

"y-you took her to our meadow?" you voice laced with hurt.

you clutched your heart filled with sorrow and ran away as fast as you could without looking back. not bothering the call of your name by the king and your maid. not minding either the tears gushing out of your eyes as you kept on running aimlessly. somewhere in the forest, you sat down leaning back against a random tree and wailed your heart out.

hongjoong looked for you everywhere. your quarters. the meadow. the oak tree. the palace grounds. the whole village. before the search order was executed, you made your presence in front of the gate.

all eyes were on you, especially his. your maid slowly approach before you stopped her and everyone else's movements and words with a simple raise of your hand.

"don't."

a simple word you uttered, but your tone holds more power to it. with an numb expression. your eyes bore into the king's eyes in nothing but emptiness. he felt hurt for once. but it wasn't even the slightest near as much as how you felt. he gave you space and dismissed everyone, including your loyal head maid. even the maid was more loyal than your own lover.

you waited for hours in your room, on your bed. waiting for hongjoong. you still had some faith in him and hoped that he would come knocking on your door. a part of you still wants him. then there it was, a knock.

"hongjoong!?" you sat up abruptly, eyes gleaming at the door in hope, but it died down in an instant when you saw the person.

"sorry I'm not the person you hoped for, your majesty," your maid.

"the sun has already risen." she added. you looked over the window. she's right. how could you not notice the light? maybe its because the light in you died.

you never expected to find the other woman in the throne room. your throne room.

"what's a whore lurking around in my throne room," you looked at her with arms crossed over your chest.

"sorry to disappoint you, but your king isn't here," you added with a sneer and you kept on insulting and hurting her feelings with nothing but the truth of her service to the king. it was until you were interrupted by the king's voice himself.

"Y/N!! i have never heard you speak with such obnoxious words. mind your language," you responded him with a simple scoff. rolling your eyes at him.

"you are to never speak ill of her ever again," he added while wrapping his arms around the woman's waist as she clings herself onto your man.

"you're joking..." you utter in disbelieve.

"my queen-"

"no, to make things clear. i am the queen of this country, the ruler of my people, and most of all, i am no longer the queen of your heart."

"don't say that, my love. you know how much i love you," his nickname of you still made your heart skip a beat. but his body was still attached to the other woman.

"your actions speaks louder than your words, your majesty."

his felt pain in his heart. for once you addressed him by his tittle. you had never done that. you said it would made you feel so distant from him. you both dropped all formalities between you two. never was a day was those nonsense tittles was used in your conversations, until today.

and the days after.

to my beloved,

the man who stood tall and proud,

the man who ruled my heart.

never have i regretted spending most of my life with you,

growing up with you,

enjoying my childhood with you,

going through my teenage years with you,

living my life with you by my side.

the oak tree that witnessed our bond,

the same tree you confessed your love to me,

the same tree that heard my pleas of missing you,

the same tree that witnessed your betrayal.

for the sunflower meadows we grew up with,

running chasing each other till our hearts content,

for we always awaited every year for them to bloom,

and every season they enjoyed our laughter,

until you had her,

leaving me to wither away.

your mere presence next to me,

you're so close yet so far,

my heart still yearns for you,

but does your heart yearns for me too?

your kisses felt nothing,

your embrace felt numb,

you've lost your spark,

what have i done?

what have you done to me.

you may have deceived my heart,

and i pray for you to not taint hers,

as you did with mine.

my king,

my husband,

my lover,

my friend,

whoever you are,

whoever you'll be,

I will endlessly love you till my last breath.

from yours beloved,

once ruler of your heart.

dividers

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[arxxq]

• 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘...🌷•

୨⎯ "eyes don't lie, say you're mine?"⎯୧

My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)

Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?

"I hate you..."

Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.

Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.

But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.

But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.

She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.

"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.

"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.

The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."

Now realising it she cursed in her head...

"I love him..."

"shit I fucking love him..."

"Your eyes are pretty.."

Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?

"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.

He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.

"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.

"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.

"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"

That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.

Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.

"your eyes are pretty..."

Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.

To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.

He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.

It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.

But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.

It was devastating indeed.

"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."

[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.

To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...

"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."

She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.

The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.

"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."

As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.

She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love

In each of their minds they made a choice...

"maybe just this once..."

"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."

"Just this once..."

"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."

There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.

For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?

do not plagiarize my works to any other platform or so...

reblogs and likes are highly appreciated

(feel free to comment and criticise my work nicely so I can improve!!)

a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.

I have 106 pulls saved up wish me luck !

And all the best from me.

Have a great day or night <3

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

I absolutely adore your writing! would you please do Mu Qing(Heaven Official’s Blessing) with the prompt “You look really good in my clothes” but in a fluffy way not spicy at all, also i’m not sure if it’ll work better with modern AU but you’re the expert so i’m sure you know best! thank you love! ❤️

Stealing Clothes {Mu Qing}

A/n: sorry this took so long but I hope you like it nonetheless. I don't write AUs in general so I took the liberty of writing this in the traditional tgcf timeline instead of ignoring it. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting. Also since you didn't specify the genre, I made the reader gn but feel free to tell me to change it.

Pairing: Mu Qing x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: none

The day was not really going as well as it should be. You woke up late, had to attend at least four of those meetings for the heavenly officials and then a feast, attend to your devotees prayers. Between the prayers and the next thing on our schedule, you actually had a ten minute break just to remind you that heavenly officials didn't just sit around all day.

Naturally, you decided to head out for a walk alone. Alone time was so needed right at that very moment, especially when your head was filled with all the things that you still had to do.

Whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most perfect place in the world wasn't lying. From the flowers and the trees of all kinds and rarity all the way to the small ponds, lakes, rivers, everything was majestic. But whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most flawless place in the world was definitely lying. Along with the the few officials who had told you earlier at the feast that you were one of the luckiest officials they knew.

With your ass right in the middle of a small mud puddle near Mu Qing's palace, you didn't really feel lucky right now. How did the puddle even came to be? It hadn't rained at all those past few days so there was no way there could be any mud.

The only reason you were lucky was because most of the officials were still at the feast and so, with Mu Qing's palace being the closest, you quickly stood up and practically ran inside.

You hadn't seen Mu Qing at the feast earlier but you knew that his schedule was equally full today so it wasn't surprising. If the two of you hadn't been dating you would have never stepped foot in his palace.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you here?" It was a stupid question, really, but he had described his schedule so damn full last night at your stroll that you really had thought he wasn't going to be in his palace at all today. Yet there he was, standing with his arms folded against his chest.

He wasn't angry. Mu Qing always had that stance when he was curious. At least that was what youliked to believe. "I asked first." All it took was for him to examine your dirty clothes more carefully. "Oh..."

"Yes, oh... can I borrow some of yours?" Mu Qing's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head to the side, covering half of his face with his sleeve. "Please..."

"The wardrobe is over there..." He pointed at a door on the right side of the hallway. Casting him a smile, you quickly ran to the wardrobe and got changed. If you hadn't used some spiritual power to tailor his clothes to your size they would have been way too big on you.

Once you were done, you walked out and headed to Mu Qing's room which was opposite to the wardrobe. "How do I look?" You made a twirl so he could see the entirety of your new outfit.

"You used spiritual power to tailor my clothes but not to clean your own?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Shhh..." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a big warm hug as a thank you. "Those are minor details."

A small pause followed and after Mu Qing made sure you were not looking at him, he let out a small smile and kissed the top of your head. "You look good in my clothes."

[mybreakofdawn]

Loved since the beginning

You and Michael have been friends for as long as you remember, from childhood to adulthood, with ups and downs. But will you guys eventually confess to each other that you love one another?

This begins at the beginning of thriller in the making. I'll try to go through every era, haha, but be patient with me.

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Chapter 1

The beginning of what will be

[<3rd pov>]

It is somewhere in 1981, and Y/n was on set watching her childhood best friend filming his music video. She moved her head on the rhythm and smiled as she saw him dance and sing to his own music.

“Cut! Amazing, you guys can take five, “ the director instructed. Y/n stood up, brushing her skirt of a bit when she suddenly got picked up and spun around, making her scream.

“Michael! Put me down!!” She held onto Michael for dear life while he chuckled and softly put Y/n on her feet again.

“I can’t help it, im so happy you are here Y/n it means a lot to me.” He smiled at her, brushing some hair from her face, making her blush a little.

“How can i not support my best friend Mikey?” she giggled. “You also do the same for me. Hell, you just come with me to everywhere i go, on tour, to the studio. My point is, i do it with love.” Y/n said poking his cheeks, making him blush slightly.

“Wel, i do it with as much love as you do, girl~” he grinned and looked into her (e/c) eyes. “You know.. we should make a song together, we haven’t done that before, and we know each other like forever already, “ Michael said, suddenly making Y/n giggle.

“Sure, Mikey, but i should warn you.. i am not perfectly talented like you. “ Y/n pointed at Michael. Michael looked at her with his soft brown eyes.

“Y/n, you are perfect in every way. Dont think so little of yourself, girl~” he sang while twirling her around, stopping her close to him. He tilted her head upwards, looking into her eyes. “You really are Y/n.” he smiled, taking in all her facial features. Y/n blushing by his sudden words, has a loss for words.

“Michael-“ she tried to say his name but got cut off by the director. “Alright, guys! Let’s continue!” Michael looked at me and smiled.

“Well, it looks like i need to let you go, girl~” he sang and gave her a hug and before letting go, giving a kiss on her cheek before spinning around and ran to his spot again. Y/n was speechless and blushed, remembering his lips on her cheek. She slowly sat down and smiled to herself. The music began blasting again from the speakers as she saw Michael go into his role again. She moved her body slightly on the beat of the song being played and looked at Michael, who was dancing. He was so majestic with his moves that he was almost hypnotic, without knowing Y/n bite her lip while she kept staring at Michael, who also noticed her looking at him seeing a slight blush creeping onto her face. Michael smirked slightly and spinned around, full of excitement, a bit too excited as he lost balance. “Woops hehe sorry” he said with a chuckle, smiling innocently and slight embarrassment that took over him, but that soon went away when he heard Y/n laughing her ass off behind the scenes.

“Let’s do that one more time, and Michael, don’t lose your balance.” The producer said, Michael nodded apologetic and dusted himself off before standing on the mark again.

The rest of the filming went smoothly with a few laughs. Eventually, Michael was done, and Y/n decided to wait for Michael in his dressing room. She walked into his dressing room and looked around.

“So messy~, even after all these years.” She chuckled to herself and walked further into the room, looking at every jacket and every photo that was hanging in this room. Suddenly, she lay her eyes onto a photo of her and Michael together when they were younger. She smiled and walked to the picture, grabbing it and looking at it with admiration. In the picture, they were in front of the Hayvenhurst house, their arms around each other’s neck and smiling from ear to ear. She smiled at the memory. “We were young and innocent then.” She said, not noticing that Michael entered the room and was standing behind her.

“That is a very good lyric girl~ Let me write that down before I forget.” He chuckled and grabbed his notebook and wrote the lyric down. Y/n blushed by his sudden appearance and immediately placed the picture down, not turning to him yet. She heard him mouthing the words while he wrote it down. “There, now I won’t forget that.” He looked at it and smiled before placing his notebook back onto the table and wrapping his arms around Y/n, hugging her from the back. Y/n, stil blushing, tried to get herself calm.

“You smell like hard work and dancing sweat.” She chuckled and slowly turned around and hugged him back, taking in his perfect mixed scent of his sweat and perfume. This scent was really something out of this world. After a few minutes, Michael broke the hug and smiled.

“Should we get out of here? It reminds me of work.” He chuckled while still holding each of her arms and looking into her eyes. Y/n blushed ever so slightly and nodded, looking at the clock in his dressing room, for the time.

“Well it is night?” She said while looking back at Michael. “So let’s get dinner.” She moved his arms away and grabbed her bag, searching for her car keys and fishing them out. “It is my treat~. Now come on.” She winked his way, making Michael blush a bit while releasing a chuckle from his lips.

“Wel, I can’t say no to that.” He grabbed his jacket and his bag while walking to the door, opening it. “My lady~” he bowed slightly, reaching his hand out to Y/n. Y/n giggles and gently took his hand, walking through the door.

“Such a gentleman you are~” she giggled, dragging him out of the room. Eventually, walking through the doors of the building, they went outside. Y/n grabbed her car keys and walked to her car, a Black Raven coloured Ford Mustang convertible from the year 65. “There is my baby~” she said while tapping the hood softly before unlocking her car. Michael chuckled at her.

“You really love your car, don’t you, Y/n?” Michael said, walking to the other side, opening his door. Y/n gasped fakely and held her hand in front of her chest to make it more dramatic.

“Yes! I worked my ass off for this beauty~.” She laughed and opened her door, went in, and turned the car on. “Let me bless your ears, Mikey.” She put on the handbrake and set her foot on the gas, making it roar like a beast. Michael smiled, seeing her so enthusiastic and went into the car, closing the door. Y/n looked at him and smiled. “Now that, dear Michael, is the sound a car should make,” she beamed and closed her door also. She turned her head to the front and checked all her mirrors.

“Wel, in my opinion, it just makes a lot of noise~” he teased while putting on his seat belt. Y/n also put her seat belt on and softly chuckled at him.

“Oh shut it, I know you love it.” She said and turned on her radio. Instantly, her cassette player began to play her Destiny cassette from The Jacksons with the song ‘Things I do for you’. Michael immediately turned his head to Y/n and smirked.

“So you do listen!!” He yelled and playfully punched her arm, in disablief but secretly he knew, but she would never tell.

“Hey! I never said I didn’t?!” She laughed and drove off, keeping her eyes on the road but also grooving a little. Michael saw this, and his eyes began to sparkle, Y/n looked at him for a second and smirked, beginning to sing his lines from the song.

“People all over the world~.”

“Are the same everywhere I go ah.”

“I give in this ah,”

“I give in to that ah.”

“Every day, it bothers me so~”

Michael looks at her, his eyes as wide as can be. He never knew she loved one of his own made songs, especially knowing the lyrics to his own song word by word. Michael blushed and smiled his wonderful and gentle smile.

"Am i in a bad situation?”

“People taking me to the extreme ah,”

“Am I being used da”

“I just need a clue, ah,

“I don’t know which way to go~”

Michael loved the way she groved, moved while singing, and still kept focus on the road ahead of her. He found that extremely hot and couldn’t look away from her. It made him feel good in a way.

“So I took my problems to a doctor.”

“So he could check me out,”

Michael jumped in with his voice, what was actually his brothers deep voice.

“He don’t know,”

Y/n laughed and kept on singing.

“Took it to a palm reader,”

“So she could read my hand~”

“She don’t know,”

The two of them started laughing while Michael began to cough on the second time.

“I can’t hit that low.” He laughed and held his stomach. After that, the rest of the car ride was just them enjoying the album further. After the song ended, Y/n turned the volume a bit softer and took a right turn. Michael turned his head to her again.

“I never have thought you would listen to us,” he said while looking at her with interest.

“Well~ you guys make such good fucking music, I just have to listen to it~” she giggled. “And you are singing it of course” she smirked while saying that, slightly looking over to Michael, seeing him blush. She parked in a parking space and turned the engine off. “We are hereeee~~~” she looked at Michael with the brightest smile. Michael, of course curious of where they are, looked out off the window and instantly his eyes widen but so is his smile.

“Kentucky!!” He yelled as a child of how excited he was. “That is my favorite!” He beamed with a big smile.

“Well, let’s go, Mikey.” She stepped out from her car, grabbed her bag in the process, and closed the door behind her. Michael, following Y/n, jumped out of the car and jumped up and down from excitement. Y/n walked to Michael’s side, closing his door, and smiled.

“Come on~ let’s go~~ “ he grabbed one of her hands. “Pleaseeee~~” he whined while looking into her eyes with his big brown ones. Y/n smiled even more.

“We are going~ Come on, then.” With one hand, she locked her car, and with the other, she held Michael’s hand tightly but not too tight. She knew how Mikey could react she found it.. cute.

“You are taking too long~ Come on~” Michael said while basically dragging Y/n to the KFC, making her laugh a little. As they walked into the KFC, no one noticed yet that they walked in. Michael kept holding Y/n’s hand because he is a very shy guy. They walked to the counter, and Y/n ordered for the. Also, she knew what he absolutely loved. After some time waiting, they could hear whispers around them. She felt Michael’s hand begin to tighten around hers.

“Hey Mikey, it’s okay, do not worry” she smiled at him, and he just nodded.

“113!” their order was ready, and Y/n, with Michael still holding her hand, grabbed the bags and thanked the person. They turned around and walked out of the place.

“Don’t worry about it Mikey, you can eat your chicken in the car I know you must be starving after shooting” she said heartwarming and walked to her car, unlocking it when they were there and opened the door for Michael. “After you~” she giggled and guided Mikey to his seat.

“Thank you, Y/n~” he smiled back at her and sat down, closing his door. Y/n walked to her side and opened the door, giving the bags to Michael. He took them and sat down in her seat, closing her door and also behind her. “Thank you truly, Y/n.. really” he said again after putting on his seat belt. She smiled and did the same.

“Michael, it really is no big deal, I’m to be honest already used to all that.” She started her car and drove off from the KFC.

“I hope I get used to it soon, you know how my mind can be sometimes..” he looked down into the bag with the chicken buckets sadly. Y/n softly grabbed his hand, Michael looked at her with sad eyes.

“Michael it may be rough right now, and I know how your mind can be because my mind works the same. It will get better, eventually it wil, and you know I wil be there at every step you take, I wil be there to guide you through out all the bullshit and fuckery there wil be at every of that step.” She slightly looked at him with a smile. “I will protect you.” She fully looked at him, as they were at a red light. Michael felt speechless, his mouth slightly opened, and he felt something strange in his stomach. Y/n looked away again, seeing the light turned green and took a left. It was quiet on the rest of the ride, but eventually, Michael searched for his words.

“I am truly thankful to have you as my best friend Y/n.. and i will try my hardest to do the same for you.” He blushed slightly, thinking of his future with Y/n on his side. Y/n giggled and softly ruffled his hair.

“That is what I am for Mikey.” She giggled once more while stopping the car, looking over her shoulders and the mirrors before parking her car on her porch in reverse. “Now let’s go inside and eat~.” Michael nodded in response at Y/n, and they got out of the car, Y/n grabbing her bag and Mikey's bag out of the car and locking it before going inside her house.

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That’s it for chap oneeee hope you guys loved itttt!! It took a while to make sadly but the first challenge is done!!!!

Let me know what you guys think for now heheheh.

Love you guys

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Okay, I am a little bit nervous, hope that this request won't make you uncomfortable!

Antonio, Luchino (Hunter, please) and Alva with a S/O who is engaged in equestrian sports? Like, they have their own horse, equipment and even whip!

Thank you if you'll accept, and I understand if you'll decline!

no worries nonnie!! here u go<3

antonio paganini, luchino diruse and alva lorenz with an s/o engaged in equestrian sports🎻🦎🌩

antonio paganini🎻

equestrian sports, huh?

he saw his fair share of noblemen riding their well groomed stallions and duchesses feeding their ponies sugar cubes, yet he didn't really pay much attention to it

upon mentioning it for the first time he's gonna be like 🤨 immediately associating it with the nobles and their pretentious version of the sport, only to realize it isn't as black-and-white as he made it out to be

i wouldn't really call tonio a person who's rlly good with animals tbh

like? it isn't that he hates animals, in fact it's quite the opposite, he just isn't made for taking care of them

will still bring some apples or carrots for your horse(s) okok‼️

although he mostly leaves you at peace while you do horseriding, considering it your way of relaxing and calming yourself, sometimes he'll come by the fence and watch you

will help you get on your horse if needed and assist you as much as he can with equipment and getting ready!

also thinks you look really hot attractive in your equestrian uniform ,, he's gonna discreetly whisper it into your ear as he helps you mount your horse and enjoy watching you turn red every time you two make eye contact as you ride... hehe.....

luchino diruse🦎

aight listen this man is a herpetologist. he spent minimum 4 years inspecting scaly little creatures. petite marble eyed beasts, if you will. everything but a four legged man sized mammal

not to mention horses are scared of him considering how HUGE he is (which makes him sad :c)

he has no knowledge on horses or anything horse-related but he's more than willing to drop his reptile studies for some time

he finds them cute tho c:

he's a man who's naturally brimming with curiosity, if he finds something interesting enough he's going to pull an all nighter just to research it

at this point his initially small research on equestrian sports & horses became a little hyperfix of his just bc of you <3

he would definetly sprinkle in some horse biology/anatomy facts as you two spend time near the stables

enjoys watching you ride around as he takes notes

100% would be interested in helping you feed your horse and groom it!!

alva lorenz🌩

alva is (suprisingly... or not?) a big fan of animals, and horses just happen to be one of his favourite ones

he finds them so majestic and graceful, yet most horses run away from him since his presence is quite intimidating (especially considering his body is quite literally a fully-charged electrical conductor) and throws them off guard

if you get lucky and your horse doesn't run away the second he gets near he'd gladly pet it if you let him!!!

he is NOT riding them though. no way in hell he's too tall + he'd just make the horses even more nervous

so he's just going to stay aside and enjoy watching you spend your time doing what you love :))

you'll find him visiting the stable(s) self-initiatively, bringing in snacks for them and such !!! he can't help it ok !!!

this man often has an unreal urge to baby you (not in an infantilizing way or something - he just does stuff for you which you could easily do yourself, it's kind of his love language) he's going to insist on buttoning up your blazer and helping you mount the horse, doing such mundane activities with/for you makes him feel better and more present in your life

here and there you'll find him silently inspecting your equipment, slowly twirling and folding the whip and touching the leather surface of the saddle

he never goes with you when you have training, but as you ride you'll often catch a glimpse of him watching you train from the shadows

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Fearless

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Neighbor to Lovers? (I'm so not sure)

Warning: None.

Reminder: Pov shifts between Y/n and Ni-ki's perspectives.

Summary: You've liked Nishimura Riki since the day you first saw him, he's your neighbour three blocks away. It wasn't that you wanted to be obvious around him, it's just that, you wanted him to feel how much you cared for him, but it seems like he took your feelings negatively and everything eventually became messy with the two of you. But then when you distanced yourself from him, he started longing for your presence. Does he like you? But when prom came and you didn't attend, all answers struck him like lightning. Oh, he just wanted to dance with you.

Playlist: Fearless(Taylor's version)(album), Fearless (Taylor's version)song

Not Proofread

Word count: 4453 words.

(This fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song and album Fearless (Taylor's version))

++While I was listening to this song way back 2022, I couldn't help but to picture Ni-ki and me having so much fun dancing in a storm, and I wrote this way back in May. I forgot I have this in my drafts..++

• • • • •

Nishimura Riki, my cool, handsome, tall senior whom I fell in love with last year. I can still remember his white toothy smile and the sakura was falling dramatically. My eyes were wide open, watching him carefully, as my heart skipped a beat in the cage of my chest. He looked so majestic. I thought that that day was a fairytale and that I wished to fall in love again, again and again.

"Is this yours?" he asked looking at me, that my ignorant 15-year-old self thought he also felt what I felt that day.

"Yea-" I answered, eyes lost at the sight of him in front of me as he hands my hairpin that I accidentally slipped off to the ground a second ago.

I fell in love at those very moments. I loved him at that very moment, and I love him up until now.

The sound of my mom calling me echoed from the kitchen to my room causing me to abruptly stand up and go to her.

"Yeah?" I answered looking at her as she make dinner. It was Sunday and I usually just stays at home reading or helping mom around the house.

"Someone's at the door!" Mom said, not bothering to look at me.

Once I was at the door, I grabbed the door knob and there I saw a figure that made my face light up, and immediately, I smiled and greeted him hi.

"I just came to give this to your mom, my mom said your mom ordered two Macha teas." He said suppressing a small-awkward smile.

"Really?" My smile was uncontrollable, it was as if my face was frozen in place, I could not control the smile that nearly reached my eyes.

"I really-- I mean Mom loves the teas Mrs. Nishimura makes!" I exclaimed a little too excited that I nearly jump, and he smiled another polite smile that made the pit of my stomach twirl.

"Fancy pork curry for dinner?" I offer as my tingling feeling of excitement filled my belly.

"Umm... my Mum just went to buy taiyaki, but yeah, I'll taste that curry," he answered, and I opened the door wider than ever while my smile reached my eyes.

"Good evening Miss L/n, Y/n invited me for dinner!" he called across the counter, and my mom gave him the sweetest welcome smile my mom could ever make, and I closed the door and get myself closer to them.

"Riki! You're here!" My mom called, brushing her hands on her apron as she extends her open arms for him and he accepted it dearly with a smile.

"Curry's for dinner!" Mom said as she approach the utensil drawers "Um Yeah, Y/n told me." he said as he quietly scanned the house familiarizing the place.

"Oh! And mom said you ordered this." He said, extending the tea powder he was holding, still has the smile he has since he came here.

"Oh yeah!" Mom said setting the plates and utensils down on the table.

"I'll help you," I told her as I took the things she was carrying, hoping to have a good image of Riki.

Dinner was fun and cosy as mom talked to Riki about rugby, schools, and girlfriends which Riki answered he does not have one; making me heave a sigh of relief.

After we ate, Riki insisted on washing the dishes, and of course, mom protested from making him, until his mom called and it was time for him to go home.

"You should see him off Y/n." Mom said winking at me and I gave her the brightest smile causing her to giggle.

"No, no! I can go by myself it's already dark it'll be dangerous for her!" Riki protested but I stood up from my chair so fast that I think I startled them both.

"I insist! It won't be such a long walk!" I said earning a sigh of defeat from him.

Me and my one year senior Riki live three blocks away from each other, they moved about a year ago from Japan because his sister wanted to pursue her dream here in Korea causing me to meet him and eventually fall in love with him.

The walk was awkward and silent, but I enjoyed it because it was a precious memory with him. This kind of late-night walk rarely happens even though we live in the same neighbourhood and study at the same Highschool, he's just hard to reach, he's very private and popular I can't seem to be noticed. Those thoughts filled my head making me unconsciously sigh.

"You shouldn't have walked me home," he said as we were nearing his house.

"No it's okay, I insisted!" I protested to reassure him, but he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. His expression was blank and cold, and it felt like ice run down my spine making me swallow hard.

"I don't want to walk with you. I don't want to have dinner with you. I don't like you." he said with a voice lashing so cold making me freeze in my state.

I stared at him, not blinking as my eyes widened and a lump in my throat formed. He turned his back and continued on his tracks, leaving me alone in the dark street, only a street lamp to light my sight of him getting farther away from me. I stayed for a moment, still stunned and speechless as I feel my heart, my throat going tighter and my feet gues numb, then suddenly I felt my face get wet. And then I left and walked home.

My mom asked me what happened when I got home and I told her Mrs. Nishimura said hi, and went straight to my bed.

The next morning, I got ready and went straight to school, but usually, I'd stop at the Nishimura's to ask for Riki, hoping to walk with him on the way, but every time I got there, he was already gone. Mrs Nishimura can only smile apologetically every day, but now, I've made up my mind to move on since he officially rejected me last night.

But when I walked passed his house, I heard him call my name, and for a moment I thought he had a change of mind and something familiar formed in my chest.

Then he runs towards me. My eyes stayed on his figure, I thought something was new, that something changed his mind because I never even confessed, but I won't deny that I was very obvious and desperate.

My eyes moved from his eyes to his hands as he extends the 2000 won bill he was holding.

"Your Mom's exchange," he said shortly, then he left leaving me confused and stunned with frozen feet yet again in the middle of the streets.

• • •

Three days passed, and I am slowly recovering from heartbreak, and now, Akki seat beside me in the cafeteria talking about the upcoming prom next month on Saturday.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked me, mouth still full of Spaghetti. I sighted and shake my head making her gasp.

"No way! you're not leaving me dateless alone!" she complained shaking my shoulders as she chew her lunch.

"As you said, I don't want to be dateless at the prom." I sighed watching her eat. It was the celebration of the last years in high school, and every year there's a prom.

Usually, I don't have a date, but now, I'm afraid I'll feel very lonely; and the next thing we'll know, we're already at college, and I'm not even a bit excited about that, not when I just got rejected from someone I adored so much, and probably he's at the dance studio or the rugby field getting asked out by every girl in the school. I sighed louder this time, burying my face in my arms at the table as I imagined the worst-case scenarios.

"You should just get over it and find another guy to like!" Akki said crossing her arms.

"Don't cry and mop over a guy, they don't deserve it!" She poked her spaghetti aggressively looking at me while her brows frowned, but I only answered her with a sigh. Akki is my best friend from elementary, she's the one who's with me from time to time.

"You know he's the first guy I've honestly liked so much. You know that right?" I told her as I heaved another long gloomy sigh.

Days passed without waiting at Nishimura's doorstep, without stalking him on the internet, without watching him dance at the stadium with the other girls that also liked him, without waiting for him to go home after playing rugby, without making excuses just to have a word with him, and it's all so foreign and weird to me. I wonder if he ever noticed that my presence are gone.

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Ni-ki's Pov

"Y/n's hasn't been here since last week!" Jungwon-hyung said as we change into our uniform ready to go home from rugby practice.

"Yeah? wasn't that nice, no distraction for Niki?" Jay-hyung said as a teasing smile cross his lips earning an eye roll from me.

"She doesn't distract me Jay-hyung, and yes, I'm very glad I won't see her obvious- ridiculous annoying face. Do you even know how hard it is for me to ignore her? It seems like she's everywhere!" I said almost yelling but they just chuckled at me, and I just gave them another eye roll, hoping they'll stop teasing me with that stupid girl.

"That's a lot of description. I bet you've been imagining her smile since the day she's not around." Jake-hyung said as I adjust my shirt and slammed my locker's door loudly earning another giggle from them.

"Stop pushing it as if I like her! Cuz I don't!" I said and left the dressing room and grabbed my bag and went home.

• • •

On my way home, I saw her figure at our house's doorstep standing, and immediately, I ran to her instinct and grabbed her shoulder turning her around in front of me.

"I told you to leave me alone!" I said holding her shoulder tighter, as I look at her annoyed.

"I don't like you." My voice was quite loud and I just stared at her when she didn't respond, a second later I noticed the tears at the corner of her eyes, and she holds her hands tightly, lips trembling. 

"What?" I annoyedly yelled causing her to jolt and slap my hands off of her shoulder.

"My mom said she wants another tea!" Her voice was trembling.

Then she leaned forward and punched her hand that was gripping the money in my chest then she left as tears fall from her eyes.

I stared at the money on the floor, still stunned by what happened. Then Mum opened the door, eyeing me and the money laying on the floor.

"Why are you just standing there?" She said as she crouched down to pick up the money.

"What's the commotion I was hearing? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" She said eyeing me from up to down.

"Your eyes are about to pop out." Mom lastly said she closed the door leaving me behind, still in confusion standing outside as I slowly process what just happened.

• • •

"Secondhand embarrassment!" Heeseung-hyung laughed across the table as we ate our lunch at the cafeteria.

I told them about what happened yesterday with the encounter with Y/n hoping to earn sympathy from them but they just laughed at me! And so, I gave them another eye roll.

"Shut up!" I said as I glance at the whole cafeteria until my gaze lastly landed on the entrance I noticed  Sunoo-hyung has been looking at me teasingly as his brows move up and down.

"Who're you waiting for, that you keep on glancing at the entrance?" Sunoo hyung said and I was quick to defend myself that he was wrong, but they all laughed causing everyone inside the cafeteria to look our way.

"Our Niki's still a baby!" Sunghoon hyung said. "He's denying his crush just like his Jay hyung does," Sunghoon-hyung exclaimed laughing loudly that his small fangs are visible even though we were at the last end of the table.

"Sunghoon shut up," Jay-hyung said, and annoyance was visible on his face, so, they bicker again, and my mind drifted off to somewhere.

• • •

Weekends are nearing, and prom is also nearing, and for once, I'm at the L/n's doorstep, readying myself of pressing the doorbell, when a familiar voice startled me awake from my thoughts.

"Aren't you gonna ring it?" I looked down at her, she was at the staircase holding a paper bag filled with snacks as bitterness cross her face.

"Um.." I was about to tell her a lie but she just shove past me and opened the door.

"Aren't you gonna come inside?" Hearing her voice so cold made my spine freeze into place, and I just realised I was staring and immediately entered the warmth of their house.

"Riki!" Miss L/n's voice rang all over the house, she extended her arms like usual and I gladly took it and hugged her.

"Here's your matcha powder and your exchange," I said extending her the container and the money in my hand.

"Fancy steak?"  She offered, while at the table, four plates are already prepared making me have no choice but to dine in. "Of course!" I answered.

Footsteps of two people rang as Y/n and a guy went downstairs laughing.  The sight in front somewhat makes me curious about who's the guy with her, he was quite tall, but not taller than I am, and he has a Western look and dimples on both cheeks, while I frown unconsciously, not finding the view entertaining.

We all sat down when Mrs.L/n motioned us to eat, and once I sat down, Mrs.L/n bombard me with questions like usual. After questioning me about some random stuff, her attention alters to Y/'s friend who's sitting beside her.

"So you and Y/n are classmates?" Mrs.L/n questioned and the guy nodded in answer.

"Yes, and she always impresses everyone with her Arts and Music! She's very lovely when she sings!" The guy exclaimed, then his full attention shifted to Y/n, looking at her quite lovely as if he was some love-sick boy, but for some reason, he makes me irritated, how come I never knew she can sing?

"Stop it, Maki, it's not like I'm some siren who sings like what you said." Y/n irritatedly said, then this Maki guy chuckled.

Mrs. L/n laughed "She's just embarrassed Maki, she's usually sweet!" Maki nodded and smiled at Mrs L/n. His actions make me irritated, and as they talk it made me feel out of place, I wonder what's wrong with Y/n tonight, she's not usually this cold and easily irritated.

My gaze on Y/n shifted to Mrs L/n when she started talking. "Right Riki? Usually, when you show up at the door she'll eventually smile and talk enthusiastically!" Mrs L/n exclaimed.

Looking at Y/n, she has her glare on her mom then looked at me when her mom laughed at her. Suddenly I feel so shy, and awkward that I could only smile at her. But the movement made her roll her eyes at me.

"Stop with it already," I could see her reddening ears as she play with her food, and for some reason, it made me chuckle. then I caught Maki's gaze, and surely, I saw a glint of jealousy in his eyes.

It's not like there's something between Y/n and me.

And eventually, the atmosphere between Maki and me became awkward the whole dinner.

Later on, Mom called me to go home, but this time when Mrs. L/n asked Y/n to send me home, she looked at me for a second then made her way up the stairs and Maki followed her next. But mysteriously, there's a lump formed in my throat as I watch her walk away. I was quick to swallow what was blocking my throat when Mrs L/n apologizes for her daughter's behaviour.

"She's not usually like that, did something happen at school?" Mrs L/n asked worrying, but all I could do was swallow hard, knowing I might be the reason.

"I'm afraid I don't Mrs.L/n."

Once I went home, the things that happened at dinner earlier rewound in my thoughts as I feel weird inside. I wonder why I'm feeling this way.

• • •

I was walking down the quiet hallway when I heard two people talking, it seems like a guy and a girl. I was about to ignore it and avoid eavesdropping when I heard their familiar voices.

Wasting no more seconds, I turned around and turn around the corner and saw Y/n, her face was sour- or maybe surprised. But the person was facing his back on me, I could not see his face.

"I mean..." The other guy started, "You don't have to say yes now, but please consider my offer?" The guy's voice was familiar, and I suspect that he could be Maki last night at dinner.

I saw Y/n smile at him, and then she gently held his hands, I didn't know why, or what happened. But the longer I stand there, the feeling of nausea increases in the pit of my stomach as I absent-mindedly clench my jaw.

I took one last look before turning around and making my way back to my classroom, forgetting the reason I was outside.

The cushion of my bed envelopes me as I shift and turn feeling the misery of what I heard earlier from Y/n and the guy with her in the hallway, then there's this thing I did out of impulse by asking someone I completely don't know to go to the prom with me...

I fucked up.

I don't even know her name, I didn't give her my contact nor do I have hers. I completely acted through emotions, and all I can do about it is stare at my room's ceiling.

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Me, Jake-hyung, and the others look through trousers, vests, coats, ties and shoes to wear at the upcoming prom tomorrow.  Other students also shop here.

I wonder if Y/n will also buy her dress here...

"I don't care where she'll buy though..." I frowned as I shuffle through the coats in front of me.

"What are you mumbling about?" Jake-hyung whispers close to my ear making me jump a little.

"None of your business." I shortly answered as I continue picking coats. Jake-hyung chuckled as an answer, not long after, he looks at me in the eye seriously, placing a hand on my left shoulder, making me stare at him in confusion.

"You shouldn't do things you'll regret Niki, sometimes you didn't know the things that you've always wanted are already in your palms, but if you accidentally let go, you might never have the power to bring it back anymore even if you try."

His words left me at gaze, the only thing I could reply to him was a nod.

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And then as fast as light, the prom that everyone has been waiting for came.

Dancing lights are everywhere, blinding me as I search through the crowds. I was a little confused as to whom am I searching for, really? Was it the girl I asked out...or was it Y/n all along?

I stand still in the middle of the crowds, observing, wondering, and making conclusions, frozen in my steps. And my eyes could not focus on one thing but the entrance door.

I feel like there was a big lump in my throat, there's this feeling of longing while my breath speeds up as I feel my heart skip a  beat.

Do I like her?

The thoughts made my insides weird, as if a hurricane is inside of my stomach, making me nauseous, these feelings whenever I think of her, this nervousness, wondering if she'll come, and the fear that she'll not...

I do like her.

But what will I do? Does she want to see me? She liked me before...

"Is it too late?" I looked up at the ceiling and heaved a sigh, feeling defeated as I feel my hot breath touch my lips.

"No, it's not." I suddenly jolted.

Turning around, I saw a girl that's quite familiar, I scanned her, squinting my eyes, looking at her carefully, until my eyes lit up.

"You're Y/n friend!" I said as my voice mixed with the loud music around us.

"She's at her house! You can dance with her later when the event started on time if you go there now!" She said through the music at the back, muffling her voice. Not even a second, she's already walking away mixing with the crowds.

My heart smashes in my chest louder than the music in the background. I ran through the crowds as I feel my lips curl up, I bump into other people, but I mind them not, I interrupted the ones who tried to talk to me, but I never stopped on my steps as I near the exit, because I've made my decision.

I won't let her go now.

Huffling my breath as I run through the parking lot, looking for the car I borrowed from my father, shuffling my pockets looking for the keys as my hand shake from the things I've been feeling, I wasted no second and rode the streets making my way.

As I near the neighbourhood I've been through and walked through countless times, my heart could not stop skipping a beat, I'm at the point I think I'll die, and the watch on my right arm seems so loud in my ears.

Before I could even step out of the car, the door swung wide open, and there I saw her in her messy hair, she has her eyes wide open as she huff deep breaths.

"Come with me." My voice came out, it was trembling with my fingers and then I swallowed hard and stared at her wide eyes and slightly agape mouth, then her lips slowly curled up. And I might be mistaken but, I think she just stared at me lovingly, like she always does with those familiar passionate eyes, and I just know that those stares are only for me.

Y/n turned her back and run upstairs, thirty minutes later, I saw her in a light yellow dress just below her knee, and she wear silver slippers, and her hair was in braids in a high bun.

I sigh looking at her, I had never paid attention before, but now I could say that she was the prettiest girl I'd laid my eyes on.

My heart feels like swelling from joy, excitement and anxiety are all mixed. Then she walked down the staircase, and when she was closer she halted a  stop, I can feel her hot breath and it smells minty, and not even a minute I was already captivated.

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Y/n's Pov

When I walked closer to him, joy and many other emotions were playing in my stomach, then I felt his hot breath touch my cheeks. I thought I might explode, he looks like a prince out of a fairytale.

I sighed, studying him, looking at his black orbs carefully, and it seems like they glisten beneath the dark sky.

"I'll come with you," I whispered just enough for him to hear and drag me in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent, while my cheeks burn and my insides twirled, then not long, heavy droplets touched the windows, and the car stopped.

I stayed silent waiting for him to say something, and then he runs his hands through his black hair and looked at me.

Everything seems to fade at the back when he held my hands.

"Would you like to dance with me?" His voice came out like a whisper, his hopeful eyes warms me up as I hear the small droplets of rain in the back of my mind while I hear the mixture of our silent breathing. I swallowed hard staring at him.

"On the storm?"

"On the storm." He quietly answered. Slowly his lips curved up, then the next thing I knew he was outside in the middle of the rain, running to my side and opening the door then not even a second, he dragged me to the pavement holding my hand as the loud rain drops filled both of our ears, then his warm hands held me by the waist pulling me closer and his body was against mine.

He stared deeply at my eyes until his warm lips captivated mine.

It was slow and warm, it was like a dream and I held him tightly, it lasted for minutes, and then he broke the kiss and held my left hand guiding me for a dance.

The dance was slow, I couldn't help but laugh and look at him again when I heard him giggle and my cheeks and ears burn even though we were all wet from the rain.

"I love you since a year ago..." A sigh silently left my lips.

"Up until now I still do, very, very much," I said hoping he'd hear my voice through the rain. I stayed my gaze on the pavement, and couldn't look at him, fearing I might cry.

Then I feel he let my arm go and held my chin making me catch his eyes. Then he advanced closer and hugged me tight.

"I'm sorry for not realising it early, but please, allow me to love you..." His silent trembling voice and the raindrops are the only things I can hear, and as I hear him, the words that left his mouth felt like a thousand emotions linger through.

"I love you Y/n..." His breath was warm in my ears as I heard him whisper slowly, and the beating of our hearts made harmony together with the rain, and surely the best dress I wear tonight was made to be danced in the middle of the storm, and the things all I could feel was the fearless love and longing for the guy in front of me.

I love you more Nishimura Riki.

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Ice And Snow

❆ Jill Warrick x f! reader ❆

This work is inspired by the amazing, adorable friend of mine @kianaflame23 -`♡´-

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Her hands are always freezing as hell but it never bothers you since you love the cold feeling of holding her hands into yours. Your lady is the dominant of Shiva after all. There are times where you asked her to transform into Shiva, you just love to see Jill in her beautiful, majestic eikon form. This one time where Jill in her Shiva form kissed you so passionately with such a cold cool sensation that caused your skin to get goosebumps, you got so badly ill and this led to Clive laughing his ass off at you. Joshua also found this amusing. 

Clive laughed a lot more when Jill demanded you with a very firm tone of hers to get a lot of rest and to take medicine from Tarja twice a day. Tarja couldn’t believe this when you told her about what happened with Jill in her Shiva form, earning a little bonk on the head with her book of medicine for being so silly asking Jill to prime into Shiva so you could be held in her pale white-blue cold hands as she presses down cold-sweet kisses onto your face and lips. 

It insanely took you about three weeks to get a hell lot better. Which means you can spend a lot more time with your beautiful ice queen Jill. You and your lover headed out for a lovely picnic, watching sunset rising by the massive lake as it shone brightly onto the water. 

“Hey Jill?” You called out to her after finishing the last piece of your delicious bread. Jill placed her glass of wine down and faced you with a bubbly smirk, “Let me guess…you want me to transform into Shiva so you can be held in my very cold-freezing hands as I give you my affection?” 

Amused by her assumption, you slipped out a light laugh and shook your head, “No, my lady, I was wondering if you can freeze the lake.” 

Jill cocked her eyebrow by your sudden shocking request, “Why?” 

“So we can skate together!” You stood up, taking a glance at the lake as you began to imagine dancing on the ice with Jill, “Let’s do ice skating! It will be fun!”

Jill lightened a smile across her face, standing up, “Alright, my love. Stay back.” you distanced yourself from her as she semi-primed into her Shiva form. She whipped out her glowing blue hands and blasted out a long shot of ice onto the lake, freezing the water. 

“There.” Jill decided to stay in her Shiva form, she stepped out first and set her footing onto the frozen water. She skated around and twirled gracefully, going for a few rounds of spins. (Y/n) couldn’t lay her eyes off her lover. Jill was too magnificent and elegant to look away. 

Your lady noticed you weren’t joining her so she dashed over to you and grabbed your hands dragging you into the frozen water to skate with her, feeling the shiver of coldness crawling upon your skin. “Jill, I don’t think I can skate that well..” you were a little anxious about tripping over on your bottom or worse; making Jill fall onto the ice by accident. 

“Don’t worry, my love. I will teach you. Besides, it was your idea after all.” Jill curved a smirk across her irresistible lips, causing your heart to pump up in such excitement.

You giggled innocently, “Yeah, you’re right.” 

And so the beautiful glorious day continued with Jill giving you a practice on how to ice skate. You tripped a few times, causing Jill to laugh at your clumsiness adorably. This amazing day had gotten better when you managed to skate without Jill’s help, getting the hang of it. You twirled and spun in the air beautifully, Jill watched in awe as you did that. 

Exhausted by skating so much, you and Jill took a break. Sitting down on the picnic blanket to relax for a moment. “You know, (Y/n), we should do this again when we have the chance. That was really fun.” Jill slides her hand on the picnic blanket to touch yours, her face warming. 

“The way you twirled and danced on the ice, it was beautiful to look at. You were beautiful to look at.” There were tiny little sparks gleaming through Jill’s grayish pale blue orbs that somehow reminded you of tiny snowflakes dancing in the cold air.

Jill leaned in and cupped your face, pressing down a shivering sweet kiss onto your cheek, “Do you want to go skating again or are you too tired, my love?” an icy smirk glossed over her face. 

You gave a nod, smiling with little laughter and standing up as you stuck out your hand to Jill, “Yeah! Let’s go for another spin!”

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a/n - a lack of Jill Warrick fanfictions is killing me and I hate the feeling of it (╥﹏╥) I might write another one of her depending on my mood ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

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[m-jelly]

Sunflower field with Levi. Taking him out it the evening we’re wearing a pretty summer dress the air is nice the sky is beautiful and we decide to tag Levi spontaneously and say he’s it. He looks at us and we start backing up he gets closer until we are on a full sprint through the fields laughing and yelling and going through pathways until he catches us and twirls us and kisses us and says he hopes we never really run away from him and we say “never ever we’ll be together until we die and continue to be together in the after life because you’re stuck with me for eternity” and he smiles and kisses you again while laughing and we go and get some like apple cider from one of the sunflower field vendors

@kenkopanda-art <3

Sunflowers

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, date, couple, playful.

Concept: Levi takes you on a date to a sunflower festival. You have a little picnic in a sunflower field and play around. Levi holds you close and you both share a touching moment before going for some cider.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @li-anne @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

A gentle summer breeze drifted past Levi. He held his head high as he carried the picnic basket and kept a firm grasp of your hand. He felt his heart clench when you released him and ran up the hill. He panicked at you leaving him alone, but you looked so majestic in your cute sunflower summer dress.

His cheeks burned when you turned to face him with a dazzling smile upon your face that he loved showering in kisses. He felt his heart race when you giggled so playfully to him. He felt a magnetic pull towards you and began hurrying up the hill until he was standing before you under an old oak tree above the sunflower field and the festival.

He gulped hard as you pulled your beautiful eyes from him and looked down upon the event. He longed for you to return your gaze back to him. He craved your attention often but was too scared to ask for it because he didn't want to sound needy.

Levi perked up when you returned your attention to him. He smiled a little when you spoke softly about the plans you had for this little date. He watched you lay out the blanket on the floor and slip your shoes off before sitting down. He blushed when you patted the spot next to you and smiled so sweetly.

He placed the basket down before slipping his shoes off and sitting next to you. He held his breath when you shifted and sat between his legs and pressed your back against his chest. He inhaled your natural scent before wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling the crook of your neck.

He inhaled deeply and sighed as you opened the basket and began getting tea and snacks ready. He released you a bit and accepted the warming tea. He enjoyed how delicious the blend was that you had made just for him. He felt so loved and adored by you.

He turned his head and kissed the side of your head. He smiled against your temple and hummed in delight. "This...this is nice."

You rubbed Levi's hand wrapped tightly around you. "It's perfect. Thank you for taking us."

"I just want to make you happy." He leaned around and gazed at you. "You are happy, right?"

You nodded and hummed a little laugh. "Yes, I'm very happy."

"I'm glad." He kissed you and smiled sweetly. "I love you."

"Love you too." You got up and stretched. "I can see a few things I want to try. There's some snacks, some cider, some fun games." You slowly turned and faced Levi. You slipped your shoes on and grinned. "Games."

Levi frowned as he put his shoes back on. "What are you planning?"

You playfully pushed him. "Tag. You're. It."

Levi's eyes slowly widened. "Why you little."

You squealed and ran off. "You're it!"

Levi chuckled as you ran down the hill. He felt a bubble of excitement inside of him as a fire of pleasure burned inside of him. He launched himself and began running fast after you. He growled in delight as he thought about all the times he'd playfully chased you at home.

He skidded down the hill and sprinted after you into the sunflowers. He teasingly called your name and knew very well he was sending a shiver through your beautiful body. He smiled when he heard you squeal and giggle.

He knew he'd catch you easily, but he liked taking it a bit slow so you could get your blood pumping. He ran to your side and aimed to make you jump. He adored it when he caught you by surprise and couldn't wait to see it. He growled when you almost ran into him. He felt his heart skip a beat when you gave him that adorable shocked look.

He chuckled and chased after you into the sunflowers again. He lost track of you for a moment and felt his heart race but in a bad way. Panic began to set in when he thought he'd lost you fully and all those lovely memories with you were just a dream. He began to think that maybe you never existed at all.

Levi saw a flick of your dress and felt hope inside him. He dove out of the flowers and tackled you into his arms. He twirled around with you before putting you on your feet and kissing you passionately. He clung to you tightly as he pushed all his love for you into the kiss.

You pulled back a little and hummed a laugh. "That was fun."

Levi sighed. "I hope you don't ever run away from me. I don't think my heart can take it. Promise me you won't."

You hummed a laugh. "I will never run away from you, okay? I promise you I will stay with you. We'll be together until we die. We'll grow old together. Even after we die we'll be together in whatever is waiting for us." You kissed him and moaned against his lips. "You and me for eternity."

Levi squeezed you tightly. "Good, I'm glad." He released you and sighed. "Shall we get some cider?"

"Oh yum!"

He held your hand tightly before taking your hand and walking with you to the vendors. He bought bottles of cider, a few sweet snacks and some savoury. He climbed the hill back to your picnic spot and held you again as you both drank together and enjoyed the setting sun.

[beans-core]

oh yeah babey u know what time it is

raaamble tiiiime

This time around it was Peacemaker! sooo

Peacemaker s1 SPOILERS!!

First off: what does it say about me that my favorite character is Vigilante? lmao

He’s just so… adorkably psychotic?? like the way he’s just giggles and stabs and twirls around is so endearing for reasons I don’t want to psychoanalyze. he’s the absolute worst at social cues too, and that reminds me of myself as a kid lol (without the murder, obvs). Maybe I just like the characters who can kill and fight and be generally badass without being some dark brooding villain of terror. (Probably why I’m so down bad for Harley Quinn too lols) Crazy doesn’t always mean scary! Death is scary, sure, but they have a life outside of killing, ya know? They weren’t just born murderers, it’s something that developed through life, and was defined by actions. So it’s awesome to see little background bits (#bring back filler episodes) that bring the character together, rather than just some “I’m so evil muhuwhaha!!” antagonist type

Eagly? Best boi. the eagle hugs were majestic as fuck. Best pet award. Got way too attached to that damn attack-bird I can’t believe it

And honestly little butterfly Goff as a pet was kind of nice too. Good addition. Fun to see Peacemaker caring for something and treating it with kindness (or as kind as he gets)— and boom, another stereotype shot down too! Because killers aren’t always all “meh meh meh I want to kill everything, living has no meaning at all and everyone will die!!”. Most people have something they care about, and having just some ‘unknown killer motive’ to power all their actions is kinda unrealistic imo. Just cause someone isn’t as moral/ethical doesn’t make them completely uncaring about everything ever. It’s why I love love love well thought out origin stories for characters who’ve just lost it, killer or not.

anywho, that got off topic.

But yes. Vigilante and Eagly are my favorite characters. The bestest.

Peacemaker himself is pretty pathetic, but in that himbo way that makes you want to pat his head and give him hugs. Liked a kicked puppy, but if he was also shredded and wielding a loaded gun?? He reminds me of Jesse Pinkman, for reasons I can’t really place other than the pathetic-himbo energy. Like if Jesse went from twink to twunk and started killing even more people?? Idk man don’t ask me, I can’t explain it. Backstory was tragic as fuck, and I’m glad he shot his dad. Man, if that dude was my dad, I’d probably shoot him too. Hell, I’d go around shooting people as well. Like, there are strong brave people who have been through those level of fucked up and managed to be not homicidal, but i know in my heart of hearts that I wouldn’t be one of those brave people. Minor inconveniences make me want to pitch myself off a bridge— I’m not surviving thag. Also, straight up, I’m going to scour ao3 for a what-if fic of peacemaker’s brother surviving and the two of them becoming crazy white-dragon-fanatic hitmen shitheads. Yesss make him worse and show me what happens yes yesss

Adebayo? Hot girl shit. Seriously had like five different character development arcs within one season, love that for her. And calling out her mother at the end of the last ep was so badass!! Fuck yeah babe, announce that!! Call out the bullshit, remind people that prisoners are people too!! And love when queer couples are casually shown in shows without it being like a huge main point, because yes!! it is a normal relationship!! No need to make a big deal, because queer relationships are just as normal as straight ones!!! The sass, the competency, the morals Ugh yeah she’s amazing great hot 10/10 i was thirsting over her the whole time lmaooo

Harcourt and dye-beard Economos and Murn are sick and awesome too but I genuinely was just more focused on the others whoops. sorry bros

The Butterflies themselves? Weird ass concept. But they’re aliens so not like I can judge the dudes. And I got like seriously sad when little Goff butterfly died??? So emotional and for what… yeah cool aliens wow, but mostly oooooh characters and character development and morality debates hehehaha

From someone who knows jackshit abt the whole DCCU, this is a Dope show def recommend watching (…but NOT THE INTRO 😭 it made me howl laughing the first time I saw it but all the next times I just cringed so hard lmfao)

[minkkumaz]

favorite anon,, hehe. ur my fav writer!! im so happy i discovered ur fics,, interactions with you are always so sweet!!

but

YOUR OT6 MASTERLIST. I GASPED ONCE I SAW IT. twirling + swinging my feet. this feeling reminds me of waiting for the bonedo comeback.

first of all, CUPID SUNGHO. CUPID SUNGHO ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ firm believer cupid sungho wears glasses just because!!! before shooting his shots he definitely pushes up his glasses to get a precise shot.

medusa reader and human riwoo has me tearing up. the amount of angst that could be made up will BREAK me. like what if reader just wants to watch riwoo dance and perform but they cant get too close because they dont want to make riwoo loose his bright future ☹️☹️☹️

ZOMBIE READER? me and jaehyun could be zombies together 🤞🤞 stop but what if jaehyun was a scientist who could really help out the reader.. or like jaehyun and the reader were childhood friends when a zombie apocalypse appeared and watching his best friend get turned into a zombie made him dedicate his life and future to turning them back.. scientist/researcher jaehyun 💭 (i just wanna see jaehyun in a labcoat tbh)

VAMPIRE TAESAN HAD ME JUMPING UP AND DOWNNNNN. hes literally THE vampire ever. i 100% love the mysterious, weirdo social outcast taesan who’s secretly a vampire… (thinking abt how the reader could be a total geek and nerd when it comes to supernaturals)

PFKFKKDKD MERMAID LEEHAN. leehan and his fish pals :)))) LMAO but like ur so true leehan is legit the 🧜‍♂️ emoji. I CANT STOP THINKING ABT HOW BEAUTIFUL HE’D BE UNDER WATER LIKE IK HIS HAIR IS GONNA BE FLOWEINNGG. (plottwist, leehans a siren and ends our life </3)(its okay cause its leehan)

BUT OUT OF ALL IM SO SO SO EXCITED FOR ALIEN READER AND WOONHAK!! ACK i keep thinking about how Woonhaks a regular highschool student, and his new alien friend helps him study at night using their antennas as a nightlight HAHA. imagine the two just tucked under a blanket reading a book together with the light source as the antenna.

im seriously so excited for all of them it really feels like a bonedo comeback LMAO. the things i wrote were just little ideas. im definitely excited for anything you’re gonna be putting out!!

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ditto! interacting with you has been my fav i love hearing your opinions on my works and stuff you're so sweet :,< i'm so glad you're excited for my series omg i feel honored that i'm on the same level as waiting for a bonedo comeback ><

i giggled so hard when you said sungho adjusts his glasses to look at his shot LOLL that thought is so funny to me bc hes so majestic but the idea of that is so nerdy HAHSKHSB

trust me.. riwoo's will have a lot of angst. THAT IS ALL I WILL ELABORATE ONE! shoutout to woonhakist aka my bae for the medusa and cupid idea :3

zombie reader w human jaehyun was probably one of my smartest ideas like i literally have the plot on lockdown and i'm expecting tears from everyone that reads it because i'm having trouble properly breathing at the mere idea of it. LET ME COOK!!!!

i'm gonna base vampire taesan off of a kdrama i watched! NOT PINPOINT ACCURATE TO THE PLOT BUT THE IDEA!! not saying which one quite yet, but i'll probably namedrop in the a/n portion once i actually publish it :) if you know which drama im talking about when you see it, you might have an idea of what the ending will be so i kinda hope people don't know ^^;

and no fr literally this whole series wouldnt exist if i didnt start working on mermaid leehan like a month ago. i was thinking about it.. then i wrote it.. and im like halfway done and the wordcount is literally sickening its so long.. but i can confirm that leehan is described very beautifully bc hes just THAT majestic. got me hyperventilating n shit. (i will not confirm nor deny your plot twist) (anything that happens is okay bc its leehan)

I AM ALSO SO SOSOSOSO EXCITED FOR ALIEN READER AND WOONHAK I'M BASING IT OFF OF 'I DO'!! so honestly most of what you're thinking about is pretty accurate (i might steal that antenna nightlight idea thats actually so cute and so smart wtf) (with credits to my sweet melon anon)

i'm even more inspired to write this now hehe you gave me motivation!!! get your tissue boxes ready for october because HINT!! they will all be very angsty :3

[masivechaos]

CHASING AFTER YOU

james potter x fem! shy! ravenclaw! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: James never noticed you but when your quidditch skills catch his attention, flying lesson is maybe not the only thing he’ll find next to you

Warning/content: ravenclaw fem! reader, wolfstar, mention of sex, kissing, swearing, fluff, quickly proofread, my English

a.n.: 3.4k words- i loved writing this so much hope you’ll like it, reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated

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James raised his head and narrowed his eyes, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. His lips tucked up when his stare landed on the blond girl “Oi McKinnon!” she turned around and smiled before running to the boy, her broom in her right hand.

“Potter!” she opened her arms James mirrored her movement before broking into laughter “Anyway, you’re ready to beat these brainy birds?!” he cheered a little too loud, Professor McGonagall calling him from the other side of the Great Room “Mr Potter!” she scolded, used to the boy’s loud attitude.

James offered the professor a smile “Sorry Minnie!” he apologized and blew her a kiss when he passed by her and she rolled her eyes before they headed to the quidditch pitch.

When the match started, it was the first of the year and it was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw, James and the rest of the red team flew up in the air. They were winning, James and Marlene being perfectly coordinated, the Sirius and the other beater protecting them and they marked again and again.

Ravenclaw was fifty points behind and James extended his arm to catch the quaffle but someone else took it, cutting him off guard. He raised his eyebrow and finally saw who was the person who just stole the ball.

He never saw you before. How maybe he did. He didn’t know anything right now as his eyes were just locked on your flying figure. The more he stared at you the more he remembered, you were in the same year as him and you had some classes together but he didn’t remember any specific memory.

He watched as you flew, your hair floating in the air, you were bent on your broom, the ball tucked under your arm. You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you were focused, trying to position yourself at the best angle possible, right in front of one of the three hoops.

You threw the quaffle and scored, the Ravenclaw team and supporters cheering you. James, who was still staring at you, snapped out of his thoughts when Sirius jostled him “What are you doing? I don’t want us to lose!”

He realized the game was still going on. “Sorry” he got back into the game but wasn’t as involved as before, his eyes were on you whenever he could. He was slower, mostly focusing on you, he was amazed by your quidditch skills.

You were twirling, going up and down, keeping the ball in your grip and scoring again. The entire Gryffindor team started to scold James as he wasn’t paying attention “What are you doing James?!” asked Marlene impatiently. But because of all this mess, the seeker was inattentive and the golden snitch was caught by the Ravenclaws.

They all landed and argued with James. He felt guilty but you were taking too much space in his mind, just the way you were majestic in the sky, a real eagle, you were in your element. It was probably the first year you were in the blue quidditch team but you were so good at it.

Maybe you could teach him a few things? Was it an excuse to get to know you? more or less.

So after taking his shower in the changing room, when he saw you walking away he had to catch you. “Hi,” he said as he came by your side. You jump slightly, surprised by the sudden presence.

A small smile made its way to his face when you didn’t answer and just looked at the ground with wide eyes and hot cheeks. Now he really remembered you, if he couldn’t register any memory with you it’s just because you never talked.

Sure, you could be chatting with your friends but you never participated during classes and were mostly alone. You were probably the shyest person he ever knew and he couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“Saw you during the game,” he said as you both walked on the path leading to the castle. You nodded shyly, a little intimidated by the boy’s assurance. “You were fabulous. Best chaser of the team” at this point you couldn’t get a word past your lips.

James didn’t insist, he gave you time to react. “Thank you” you finally whispered, his heart melted as he saw the lovely look on your face, it wasn’t difficult to see you couldn’t take compliments easily.

You both stopped in front of the castle entrance, you were waiting for James to talk since you felt he wanted to say a word to you. “Would you mind teaching me?” he asked quietly, hoping he wouldn’t scare you away.

You were surprised, you never thought someone was interested in your quidditch abilities. You only joined the team this year despite the fact you tried before but they never accepted you. Sure, you were at first not the best at it but the chaser they took was worst than you, they just didn’t like you and your quiet personality.

So you worked hard, training all summer to finally get your position in the team. You just stood there, stunned he cared about your skills. “O-oh” you weighed up the pros and the cons. Even though you weren’t the best at talking you just had to fly and you could eventually befriend James.

Because being shy didn’t mean you didn’t want to make friends, you just didn’t know how to approach people. “Well, why not” you offered him a timid and soft smile. 

His face lit up “Really? Great!” the good thing about James was he was honest, you could see he was really happy. He wasn’t the type of guy that would let you in an endless spiral of thoughts, overthinking the entire night.

After you both agreed in your first practice, the boy was about to leave but turned around “Didn’t ask your name, by the way” he only knew your last name thanks to the quidditch commentator's remarks.

“Y/n” you simply answered with a smile. “I’m James!” he said back like the whole school didn’t know who he was but you let him, he seemed happy about it.

James left with little jumps in his pace. When he entered the dorm he was thrown back to reality, remembering Gryffindor lost because of him. Because of her.

“James!” Sirius complained, “What the hell happened?” he asked, James could hear the anger in the way his voice flinched, Sirius really hated to lose. 

The chaser shrugged and Remus raised his eyebrow “Weren’t you staring at this girl?” he asked knowing he was right. James’ cheeks heated up “Maybe…” he smiled awkwardly.

Sirius rolled his eyes “A match is not the moment to flirt, Prongs!” James sighed “Sorry sorry!” his mood instantly switched when he thought about your future meeting “Anyway, I’m going to have practice with her.”

All the boys gave him a weird look “You didn’t see how incredible she was?” he asked with his eyes shining in admiration. Sirius huffed “Yeah I especially saw how we lost because of her” everyone could sense the bitterness emanating from him.

“Well, she’s going to teach me some skills” Sirius sighed an ironic ‘great’ as he went to bed. Remus contained a smile, he always loved to see the boy grumpy. He walked to the bed and bent over Sirius with a playful smirk.

Sirius tried to hide a small smile by burying his head in his pillow “Stooop” Remus got closer to him, his lips almost touching Sirius’ ear, his arms surrounding him. 

Peter and James sighed “Just shag or something!” the latter complained. Remus turned his head and grinned “With pleasure” James faked a gag “Yuck I don’t wanna know” he said before plopping down on his bed.

“And please, silence charm and closed curtains” Peter added, matching James’ disgusted expression.

･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Four days later, on the day of the practice, James woke up early. Too early. “Prongs!” Remus groaned, snuggling closer to Sirius’ chest who wrapped his arms around the werewolf, his lips resting on the new scar on his neck.

Remus had a hard moon not even a week ago and it was the moment he needed as much rest as possible. “It’s five am!” Sirius whined, trying to lift the sheets over both of their heads.

James apologized but it was pointless since he was loud when he prepared himself. Between singing in the shower, dropping the comb in the bathroom sink and falling while hemming his jeans, he wasn’t the more discreet.

It was finally time for him to leave and he joined you on the quidditch pitch, that you reserved for the occasion. “Good morning!” he greeted and received a quiet ‘hi’ in answer.

For the next three hours, James discovered a new side of you, you were in your world. You weren’t as shy and you were speaking a little louder, you even joked and it turned out James found you hilarious. You didn’t speak a lot but when you did it was always just the right thing.

“James!” you laughed as he was upside down. “What? It’s what you asked me to do” he answered innocently and you couldn’t stop the burst of giggles escaping you. He finally landed “How was I?” he asked a little more seriously.

You offered him an honest smile and James’ heart missed a beat “You were great” blood rushed to his neck and ears, why did you have so much effect on him?

You chuckled quietly as he struggled to talk, he was the shy one now.

When you both took off your jerseys, James caught your attention “Is it fine for you if we do another session? Some day?” 

You loved the last three hours, James was so welcoming, you didn’t have to be someone else when you were next to him. He wasn’t pressuring you to talk and waited for you to express yourself in some kind of way so the answer was evident “Sure” you gladly accepted.

That’s how you ended up having weekly training. It was your favourite part of the week and it was full of laughter and delight every time. James was becoming better and better, even if he was already good before.

･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

After three practice sessions, you liked more and more the idea of staying alone with James. And apparently, he loved this too.

He had looked nervous for the last hour and you wondered what had gotten into his mind “Are you okay?” you asked as you handed him a water bottle, wiping the sweat on your forehead away with the other hand.

James was a very honest person, so he was a terrible liar. Sure he knew how to hide emotions but when you were this observant you could easily see through him. “Y-yeah” he rubbed the back of his neck after taking a sip of water.

“It’s just…” he trailed off, he decided to just spit it out in one go, just like taking off a plaster “Would you like to go on a date? With me?” he closed his eyelids, nervous about your answer.

Your lips tucked up, you were so happy he wanted to go out with you “Of course” he opened his eyes and offered you a smile, he stared at you, his eyes glowing. “Is it fine if I pick you up at four tomorrow?” you hummed in agreement. You had to leave but you took your time to squeeze his hand to thank him.

A simple gesture that was enough for him to become a blushing mess because even if you started to be less shy around him, some things were still complicated and you weren’t comfortable with physical touch, the idea just stressed you out.

So something just grew in him that he couldn’t explain. If he ever doubt he loved you, he was sure now. It warmed his heart that you trusted him enough to hold his hand.

It was a little detail but it mattered to him

He went back to his dorm and opened the door. He let himself fall on the bed and sighed dreamily “She accepted!” he said enthusiastically when the boys joined him. Sirius smiled, James spent hours talking about you and how much you were perfect.

Sirius was proud of James, he finally decided to ask you out. He never thought he’d see his best friend scared of expressing his love since he spent years pining over Lily.

But James grew up and understood what was good and what was wrong. He let Lily and it would be lying to say it didn’t hurt, giving tons of love for nothing. And it pained Sirius to see him like this, scared to tell his feelings. So he reassured him and encouraged him to confess.

James spent this night, like many lately, rambling to Sirius about how much you were cute, and sweet, and he didn’t deserve you. And Sirius was listening the entire time, glad James would finally send love to someone who gave energy back.

･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

So the next day, James was pacing in the dorm the entire day, verifying his hair looked nice and his clothes fit well and it drove Remus mad “Just calm Prongs!” he said as he rested his head on Sirius’ shoulder.

“I can’t! I want to be perfect!” James answered, running a comb through his hair for the hundredth time in front of the bathroom mirror. Remus sighed “You are, James! Just be yourself, she’ll love you”

And Remus was right. When you glimpsed James waiting for you in front of the Ravenclaw common room, your heart beat faster and your cheeks heated up. “H-hi” you waved and a wave of heat passed by you when his eyes travelled on your frame.

You had tested to wear something a little more audacious, nothing crazy but the skirt was shorter than the ones you wore most of the time and it apparently caught his attention. “You’re pretty today” he smiled but his beam then fell and his eyes widened “I-I mean you’re always pretty b-but today you- Fuck-” he ran a hand on his face.

Your giggles brought him back to reality, his small beam and the flush on his face warmed your heart. He chuckled awkwardly “Er… So- Do you want to go to Hogsmeade?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows “But the next trip is in two weeks” you said confused and James let out a laugh “I know a little secret” he winked and you instantly blushed, flustered by anything flirty.

And with that, he guided you through the passing and you were impressed he managed to discover all this. You both walked and decided to settle to the three broomsticks.

After two hours of chatting, you decided to wander in the village. You could only focus on the way both of your hands brushed as you walked and after considering for a few minutes, you hooked your pinky with his.

James stopped talking and offered you such an honest smile “Is this fine?” he asked before locking his fingers with yours. You nodded and ignored the butterflies in your stomach. 

As you continued to walk and started to get tired you let your head fall on his shoulder. He carefully let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, his heart missed a beat when you nuzzled closer.

He loved the way you were getting more comfortable around him and allowed him to stay close. It was a kind of intimacy he couldn’t express how much he loved, it lifted his spirits.

You didn’t want to leave each other but you had to. After postponing the separation for as long as you could, James led you to your common room. Before leaving he couldn’t contain himself from dropping a soft tender kiss on your forehead.

You stayed stunned for a good minute before you could start to almost move and think normally. When you dropped down on your bed, you stared at the ceiling, a little smile on the corner of your lips. You just wanted to see him again, you felt so safe around his recomforting presence.

So you decided that this time you will be the one asking him out. On Monday, after his last class, you waited for him behind the door. The surprised look on his face was immaculate.

You had learned a little text so you wouldn’t stutter but it seemed impossible when his three troublemakers of friends were right behind him, eyeing you carefully. James noticed and took you away from the group.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly and you hummed. You took a deep breath and talked in a quiet voice “I liked it the other day… you know the date? I thought that we could maybe go out together again?”

James beamed and his eyes shined. “Sure!” he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “O-oh” you were surprised but enjoyed the feeling, letting yourself relax in the embrace.

You both decided to meet on Friday night, you’d have a picnic near the Black Lake. Before the date you baked strawberry cookies, hoping James would like them.

James sat next to you on the grass, you handed him a cake and he happily took it. “Tastes so good” he said, his mouth full of food. You chuckled and stared into his eyes.

He didn’t know why but the little intention you had by baking these cookies had such an effect on him. He just fell harder, were you really perfect? When he spent years pining over someone to have nothing back and someone finally gave him some sort of love, it felt incredibly reassuring.

He knew you must love him too, he wasn’t blind. He saw the way you blushed even more when he was closer, your eyes would grow wide when his hand brushed your knee and you would stop breathing if he would compliment you.

You spent the next hours talking about random things and finished stargazing as the night started to fall. But as you stared at the stars you felt James’ eyes on you, you turned your head and found him looking at you lovingly.

“The stars look pretty tonight” you said, your sweet expression matching his. He crawled closer to you, the tip of his nose touching yours. “Not as pretty as you” heat rosed to your cheeks and you decided to hide in James’ neck.

James hugged you and placed a tender kiss on your temple. You tore your face away from the crook of his neck, you were above him. 

You didn’t how you managed to do this but you drew your mouth to his, your lips brushing his. You dropped a simple peck on his pretty lips and your face went red, you couldn’t believe you just did this. At the same time, you regretted it, cursing yourself for acting without thinking but it seemed like he enjoyed the quick kiss.

You hid again, not wanting to face him again. “Thank you love” he simply said against your ear softly, letting you know everything was reciprocal. James spent the rest of the evening hugging you and it was the best night you could ever think of.

･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

About four days later was the Gryffindor against Slytherin quidditch match. You were in the red stand, standing next to James’ friends, mostly staying with Peter since he didn’t talk a lot and Sirius and Remus were too busy being all over each other.

You cheered for the entire game and James didn’t hesitate to send you a wink as he flew. He did amazing and you recognized some things you taught him. The marauders all shouted when James scored before the red seeker caught the golden snitch. 

When James flew back down and walked to you, you couldn’t help but pulled him close, your lips ghosting his. He smirked and you kissed it away, giving him a loving and passionate kiss in front of all his friends cheering.

“Well that was something” he expressed when you pulled away. You let a chuckle “Yeah” you said before kissing his lips one more time.

[dreamrecorder]

Three - Family in the Inn

Zhongli witnesses the love Xiao deserves.

Two

A bit heavy at the end- i teared up at some point ksks ill add the cut thingy when get my laptop

Starting from the earliest memory your mind can remember, you've already heard stories of the god that ruled over your home land. From your mother, your father, from the merchants and adventurers resting within the inn. You often heard how the Geo Archon would always fly above the lands, overseeing the safety of Liyue- in the form of a great and majestic serpentine dragon. To protect the land, the Archon will not hesitate to strike down his foes with his spears made of stone! Spears that were huge as mountains and can shake the very core of the earth! A fierce god he is, but to his people, the Archon is just and kind. For he has guided Liyue for a thousand years even before Liyue was founded.

Those stories always left you in awe, your mind conjuring up imaginations of a mighty dragon soaring up high in the sky!

~

"Bai, I can't sleep…" You whined loudly to your black cat with gold eyes and a white diamond spot on its forehead. But alas, the cat can't understand you, simply giving you a somewhat dismissive meow. You puted at its direction. It was always like this if your brother wasn't able to tuck you to bed. Without his voice lulling you to sleep, right now you're vibrating energy.

"I wanna play…" You mumbled but then an idea popped up. With some effort, you hopped off your bed and went to the door. A bit of a struggle because of your height, but you manage to reach the doorknob and get out of your bedroom to the lobby. Bai was following close by.

With quiet footsteps, you went to the balcony and called in a whisper of excited glee-

"Thousand Winds?"

Just by those two words alone, the breeze picked up and your ears were then filled by the joyful voices of the wind. To emphasize that happiness, you were carefully lifted up from the ground and twirled you a bit, leaving you in a fit of giggles.

When the wind calmed down, they asked, The Little Wind calls! What is it do you want little kin?

"I wanna play!"

And play they did without a care for the world. Usually these wind spirits were careful when their brother Demon Wind is around- but with him gone for now, these spirits have different ideas. Little Wind do you want to fly like us?

You didn't even miss a second to say yes. After all, you've always dreamed of flying! Just like the stories you heard about your Archon flying up high in the sky!

!!!

"If I can fly, I might get to see Rex Lapis! Please please pleaaaase Thousand Winds, I wanna fly!"

The wind spirits cheered in delight, their whispers growing louder by the second. The breeze grew stronger and stronger around you and soon enough you were lifted off the ground as anemogranas surrounded you. You'll get to fly! How exciting!

At that age, you were unaware of the dangers that lie ahead- all too buried in that naivety and innocence that children possess. 

Rather than flying- it was more like gliding. Of course the wind spirits had some sense not to put you in harm's way! Flying requires some force to make you go higher- as for gliding, a gentle breeze simply does the trick.

It was a slow descent and you were amazed all throughout! You could see the entire Dihua Marsh along the ruins that littered around! You were amazed how the stars and the moon seemed brighter and closer now that you're up in the sky! The feeling of the rushing wind on your skin! It was cold but you didn't care! 

Every now and then, the spirits would suddenly nudge you up higher, rewarding them with your joyous scream and laughter. 

You landed softly at the concrete ground, near a statue. Curious, you noted that the statue was of a man sitting on a throne. This was the first time you've seen this statue but you could feel something from it. Geo? And the statue's hooded eyes, you felt like you were being watched through them.

This, Little Wind, is the statue of the Geo Archon.

The wind whispered with respect but you- you were puzzled.

"I thought the Geo Archon is a dragon? Can he turn into a human, like me?"

You could hear the wind laugh gently, the breeze ruffling your hair. Suddenly, the wind sounded older, wiser. A story for another time, little one. It's about time you went back home.

Again you whined, but the spirits promised you flight and that's all what you needed to be convinced. The spirits and the anemogranas alike were about to lift you- but a voice stopped your tracks.

"Yo kid! You seem lost!" The voice was heavy and gruff.

You turned around to the voice's direction and you were greeted by a burly man who wore a staw hat and some kind of black cloth wrapped around his neck.

"I'm not lost, sir." You replied politely, slowly taking a step back. You noticed how the air stilled. Tense. But of course, the man is not convinced. Seeing how he kept walking to you, you were starting to become scared, but you remembered the words from your brother, Always keep calm-

"Are ya sure, kid? We're kinda in the middle of nowhere. No houses and all that. How 'bout I help you get home?" The man offered cheerily. The forced kind with another sure step towards you. But that was what doomed him, the winds were quick to blow him away and you were surprised!

It wasn't a big distance, and the man was quick to recover. Instead of a cheery smile on his face, it was of anger and that was when you became really scared. "You!" He barked as he walked to you again with equally angry steps. "You're coming with me brat!"

If you find yourself in danger- don't hesitate to call my na-

"That's enough." A man's voice spoke- clear and commanding. The man stood next to you as he landed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. It was brief moment, but he also made sure to give you a quick gentle smile your way. You… you trusted this man with amber eyes.

"Who the hell are you?! I've got no business with you!"

"And you also have no business with this child for I am her guardian." The man replied smoothly as he simply stood his ground with you, despite the other now seemingly ready for a fight. Feeling the anger, you tightly clung onto the newcomer's coat and hid behind him. On his back, you were met by a Geo Vision.

"Like I'd believe you! Just swooping in and play hero huh rich guy!"

The Geo user sighed, and the next thing you knew, the man summoned a spear out of thin air! "I have no intentions of fighting you. But I promise you- You will suffer the wrath of the rock should you choose to continue this behavior."

His voice was light, but you noticed the silent message under his tone. The would-be kidnapper shivered at the amber gaze and decided, that it was wise to back off- Not without leaving a few curses that is. 

"He's gone now." The man spoke gently as hebturned around to look at you. Oh how his heart softened, seeing your frightened look and teary eyes.

"You're safe, I promise you. My name is Zhongli." 

Zhongli? You heard this name somehwere, but you couldn't pin point where or when… still a bit shaken up from whay happened. Remember, Little Wind. Zhongli was mentioned in passing a few times by your brother. Perhaps this is the very same Zhongli your brother speak of…

"Umm…" Your voice squeaked, "Do you.. do you know my brother?"

At that question, Zhongli confirmed that you are the rumored little sibling of Xiao. It would have been delightful to meet you on different circumstances, but he was glad nonetheless to save you from the previous situation.

"May I know the name of your brother, little miss/sir?"

"His name is Xiao." You replied and Zhongli noticed a bit of happiness in your voice.

"I do know you brother, quite the stern one, too. And he will be stern with you if he learns what happened here and you going out during the night. Does he know that you're out right now?"

With that question, you finally realized the gravity of the situation. You left during the dead of the night- without permission whatsoever! Oh no, I'm in big trouble… What if you made them worry? You were so far away from home! All these thoughts made you start tearing up again and Zhongli was quick to notice. He was about to speak up and console the little one when a gush of air stopped him. And that very same gush of air made you tear up some more and clutched on Zhongli's coat.

"Name, where have you been?" Xiao's voice was calm- but he's not the perfect brother nor human. There was something in his tone that suggested he was clearly not pleased about the situation. You could feel his gaze boring onto your back.

With a bit of coaxing from Zhongli, you faced you brother. "I-I'm s-sorry, gēgē…" Your voice cracked as tears started to blur your eyes. But your brother was not yet done.

"Name, do you have any idea how worried our mother was when she found out you were out of bed and could not find you anywhere in the inn?"

The thought of your mother searching all over you made you tears form more. "I- I do."

"Do you really?" 

It was a sharp question without even missing a bit, and that was the starting point for you and for him. Even Xiao winced at his own words, he swore he'll have to make it up to you later- but for now you had to understand. He remembered the panicked face your mother wore with tears threatening to fall. He remembered her panicked voice when she called for him. He remembered the worry he felt and the dip in his stomach when she said you were missing.

"I-I'm so sorry, gēgē. I-I was just p-playing. I d-didn't want you and mama t-to worry…" You couldn't meet his eyes.

Worry?

"Just. Playing? Name, you left home in the middle of the night- when dangers are high- just to play! Name, you could have gotten hurt! We were not just worried, Name- we were scared that something might have happened to you!" 

Every word he spoke- his voice rose higher- not being able to contain the pits of his negative thoughts. Every word- it was like a stab to his heart. But he had to be firm.

"I will ask you again, Name. Do you really understand what you did and their consequences?"

And thay was the breaking point and the night was filled by you whimpers, your wales, and your aplogies. Your shoulders began to shake and tears flowed freely and lungs struggling for breath. "I-I'm sorry, gēgē- I-I shouldn't h-have left h-home! Pleas-se d-dont stay m-mad at me… I p-promise i-it-t won't happen aga-ain- I-I'm s-sorry p-please don't h-hat-te m-me.

You kept going with your rambles and your tears. And for every whimper you released, Xiao was close to breaking too. The brother lost count many times you've repeated your mantras- but he decided- I can't do this anymore. Not with you crying breathless. He'll talk to you about this when everything's calm- his emotions and yours.

With swift steps and sure movements, Xiao pulled you into a hug and your cries grew louder. "Just don't do that ever again, okay.." He said gently but voice cracking, leaving a kiss on your forehead as you nodded readily. Once your cries have calmed down, Xiao carried you to his arms followed hy him wiping away your tears.

"Name."

"Y-yes?"

Your eyes met, and the anger was no longer there, but instead worry and love.

"I love you."

You could feel his genuinity. The words brought a smile to your face, albeit small. "I love you, too, gēgē."

Xiao smiled and left another kiss on your nose. "Sleep now. You had a long night and way past your bed time."

You didn't even protest, you were out like a light bulb as you comfortably laid you head on his shoulder and closed your eyes- not missing the golden dragon floating behind the man who saved you.

~

The walk home was silent. A teleport would be quicker, but Xiao didn't want to disturb your sleep. It was an awkward walk to say the least. Him carrying his sibling, along with the last of his tears stinging his red eyes, all while his master accompanied them home.

But Zhongli- Zhongli was amused. Amused with the blooming dynamic siblinghood between you and Xiao. But he decided to hold his tongue. He knew Xiao was still wrapping his head around what had transpired. Still he does leave a praise to reassure Xiao that everything will be fine.

"You're the best brother your little sibling could ever ask for, Xiao. Remember that."

A/N: Welp ksks lots of loose ends if you squint ksks- like example the tone of the wind spirits, the cat and such

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[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 84 - Under the Influence 🎶

w/c - 7,753

               Nanami, now laying his head across Shoko’s lap, rests quietly while her nimble fingers comb through his hair. He wants to leave, to get away from everyone else, to be free from the constant lure of Elska’s energy. He shuts his eyes and groans as if he has a headache but truly, its due to the repetitious low-quality bass tapping through the walls. Everyone is too active for them to slip out unnoticed. Burying his face back into her thighs, he allows the serenity gifted from Shoko’s comfort to pacify everything restless that he’s become.

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               Nobara has pulled both Amnessia and Elska to the ‘dance floor’ which is really just the unfinished room across the hall from the kitchen. Every so often, the junior shaman imposes provocative moves on the other girls but it’s all in drunken fun. This, however, does not go unnoticed.

               Choso, Yuuji and Megumi sit around the small kitchen table, all three glancing to the girls in midst of conversation. Megumi hasn’t much to say as they catch up though because his stomach is in knots over the awkward game of pretending Gojo isn’t there and visa-versa. Megumi understands that Satoru wasn’t himself when he killed Sachiko but there’s still an unsettling absence of closure that ridicules his understanding of how to move forward. His green eyes shift over to Amnessia and suddenly, his anxieties feel much less of a feat. When he receives a wink from her while she twirls, a smirk actually finds its way to his lips and causes him to straighten in his seat. At least he has her, she came back.

               Choso is attentively listening to his brother talk about a new video game but he can’t help but examine how these pretty creatures known as women behave around each other in the right setting. They’re majestic, mesmerizing, captivating. Every time Nobara’s hand glides across Amnessia or Elska, Choso has to suppress the naughty thoughts it brings him to and eventually upsets himself because of Vivian. The arousal was trodden by the memory of her situation, causing him to even feel guilt. ‘I still have to tell Naoya…’, he now thinks while glancing to the Zenin who’s talking with Gojo and Toji. The only reason he hasn’t yet is because Satoru made a great point; if Choso brings that up now, they’ll have to explain what their plan is with Getou. Everyone agrees that Naoya simply isn’t ready for that yet but they’re also running out of options that will protect his sensitivity.

               “Geeeez Gojo, do you have anything other than techno?!!”, Nobara scoffs and tilts her wine spritzer back, “It’s not even good techno!”.

               Naoya, who’d been watching the girls with Toji and Gojo who stand together near the door, exhales greatly, “I’ll take over.”, but with absolute momentousness. He walks over to Gojo’s phone, which is locked by a password so he asks, “Ay, powdered donut, what’s the code?” and snickers to the way Satoru pretends to be offended.

               “L, U, V, S, B, U, M!”, Gojo proudly explains while bringing mischievous eyes to Elska, who instantly understands its meaning. He bites his lip with a childish sneer and waits for it.

               “Sati!”

               “My love, I cannot help myself and you know this.”, he shares with a toothy grin. Naoya smirks with his glossy amber eyes as if he resonates with the inspiration, so Gojo states, “See? Zenin gets it!”.

               “Baby come here!”, Naoya’s voice is brimming with enthusiasm as he directs her to the middle of the room, “Stand right there for me.”. He pushes play and sets Gojo’s phone down as Chris Brown’s “Under the Influence” begins.

               Gojo snickers and leans over to Toji, “So uhh, do you think his father knows he’s like this?”, already joking Naoya for how serious he’s being. “I think Naobito would keel over if he were here!”.

               “I mean…”, Toji laughs and shrugs his shoulders, “He’s always been kind of a fruit.”, and then they share a hearty cackle because they know that despite it all or whatever, they both appreciate Naoya for who he is. The Zenin just sets himself up for the jokes all the time. He’s too easy.

               “Waaaaait!”, Naoya barks, “It’s all wrong!”. He throws his hands up in the air and asks if someone could restart it for him, chuckles igniting through the room.

               “What are you trying to do, my prince?”, Elska giggles from the spot in which she was placed, “Are you drunk already?!”. She side-eyes him and teases but there’s no denying how cute he is when he gets this way…even if she’s the only one that thinks this.

               “No!”, he shouts playfully, “Well…yes…but that’s NOT the point princess!”. He stands a few feet away from Elska, shaking out his jitters, “This song reminds me of you baby. I want to serenade you with it.”, and leaves the sentence with a charming smile.

               Nobura, who’s dying to see whatever the hell he’s about to try and do, hollers, “Ready when you are!”, with the phone in her hand. She’s gifted with an appreciative nod from Naoya and thinks, ‘How funny would it be if he trips over himself!!!??’, but holds her laughter. It’s a possibility because Naoya is rather hammered.

               The song begins and it charges Naoya’s purpose, Elska can tell by the way he slowly moves to the notes of the intro. To her surprise, her prince is strutting actual skill with the way he rolls his body and then strolls, light on his feet to close the distance between them. There’re some deeper notes that sound off to which Naoya symbolizes is his heart beating out of his chest and although she’s chuckling under her breath, his magnetism grows. Elska thinks he may include her in this show when he’s before her but to her dismay, he teasingly curls a light finger under her chin as if he’s tempting a kitten into love. Naoya’s hands then hover around her cheeks where he wastes no time lowering them to frame her body in the dress.

               “What the hell are we watching?”, Gojo titters to Toji who is just as perplexed and offers no answer. That’s when Satoru hears that baritone voice, one that’s much lower than Chris Brown’s and nearly spits out his drink when Naoya spins around behind Elska and sings, “ 🎶 Fucking Robitussin. I don’t know why that shit got me lazy right now 🎶.”

               Toji hears Megumi cackle at the silliness and it brings warmth to his heart but tells Gojo, “I don’t know but he looks like one of those damn wannabe idols.”, dying for Naoya to embarrass himself.

               “🎶 Can’t do Percocets or Molly 🎶”

           Gojo howls into his beer bottle with amusement.

               “🎶 I’m turning one, tryna live it up here 🎶”

           But as Naoya grabs ahold of Elska’s hair from behind and tugs on it sensually only to casually lay it together on her right shoulder, Gojo and Toji both quiet down and decide to watch.

           🎶🎶 Right, right, right 🎶🎶

           And then, both of their eyes open widely in shock when the beat drops and they become preoccupied by the way he grinds up against Elska.

               “🎶 Baby ooh yea, ride it ooh yea 🎶”, Naoya sings to her while holding her waist, guiding their hips in a fluent circular motion. “🎶 Bring it over to my place 🎶”. He lightly secures a hand around her throat but languidly, rhythmically, drags it down her chest until its resting over her womb. “🎶 You’ll be like, baby who cares 🎶 but I know you care 🎶”. He spins from behind her so that end up facing each other, “🎶Bring it over to my place 🎶”, and hooks her lower back so they collide into each other. “🎶 You don’t know what you did, did to me. 🎶”, and smiles widely at Elska to communicate that this chorus is why she comes to mind with the song. “🎶 Your body language…🎶”, he ghosts his lips over her own, “🎶 Speaks to me 🎶”, and then pecs her jawline. Naoya then moves away to twirl her, “🎶 I don’t know what you did, did to me 🎶”, pulling her back in to lick her neck, reveling in her quiet moans, “🎶 Your body language, speaks to me 🎶”.

               Amnessia, now filled with enough liquid courage, darts her eyes over to Megumi while thinking, ‘Perfect opportunity’, and beelines to drag him to the dance floor. She can tell he’s nervous so she whispers, “Just follow my lead.”, and gets them into a corner after switching the overhead light off, “Look, anonymity!”. She places Megumi’s stiff hands on her body and thinks about how Naoya may not be half bad, even if he’s getting some of the lyrics wrong. When the verse starts, Amnessia embraces the moment and sings, “🎶 I can make it hurricane on it 🎶”, while motioning her hips like a cyclone against Megumi and melts to his tightening grip. She wonders if he experienced a rush of desire ass well.

               “🎶 Somethin’- somethin’ make it rain on it 🎶”, Nobura giggles as she approaches Itadori, plopping into his lap.

               Naoya raises Elska’s left hand with his own to bring her attention to their matching rings, “🎶 Tie it up, put a chain on it 🎶” and then laces their hands together, to seductively whisper, “🎶 Make you tattoo my name on it 🎶”.

               Elska spins around and throws her arms around his neck to which he bends down to kiss her after singing, “🎶 Make you cry like a baby, yeah 🎶”. She gasps into his lips when he sends his thigh between her legs all while feeling the way he choregraphs their bodies together. He feels so natural, so pleasing, strong. She stands no chance of resisting him.

               Gojo, mystified by this impressive demonstration, studies the pair. His eyes glow along with Toji’s when Naoya removes his knee and trades that to hike her thigh as high as it would go over his hip. Naoya grinds into Elska so deeply that it makes his own mouth water and conjures ramifying ideas. When he turns his head to view Toji, the giant was chugging the rest of his beer, spilling some and commenting on the meaty grip Naoya has on her ass.

           🎶🎶 Let’s go pro and make a video 🎶🎶

               A silver eyebrow lifts, and Gojo deviously grins.

               🎶🎶 Make you cry like a baby, yea 🎶🎶

Gojo was in the middle of trying to update Toji on Getou’s situation which is a conversation he was invested in after Toji explained what happened with Elska and the Titer robes earlier. “Do you see how good they are together??!”, Gojo randomly asks as he can’t help but think the song is the stream and Naoya and Elska are the water that flows through it. It’s extremely sensual and inviting.

🎶🎶 Let’s go pro and make a video 🎶🎶

Gojo is absolutely spellbound by this side of Naoya but he adds, “My love doesn’t even dance!”, with a dash of envy.

               🎶🎶 Baby ooh yea, ride it ooh yea 🎶🎶

           🎶🎶 Bring it over to my place 🎶🎶

           Toji has to adjust his growing member while observing Naoya dipping Elska back, only one of her feet touching the ground. A low moan leaves his lips when his cousin’s fangs form and then watches the blonde trail his nose down between her breasts and she bends further.

🎶🎶 You’ll be like baby, who cares? But I know you care 🎶🎶

🎶🎶 Bring it over to my place 🎶🎶

Her weight rests in the hands of Naoya and this emblematic display of their trust for each other is almost as breathtaking as their unbridled passion. Elska’s back crescents pristinely as Naoya finally meets the section where the V in her dress converges and places his lips to her skin for a sustained period of time. Her fangs form as well when Naoya exposes her leg from the shackles of the dress and roughly glides his hand up.

               🎶🎶You don’t know what you did, did to me 🎶🎶

           Nobura slaps the table and hastily whispers, “Are you guys seeing this right now??!!!”, with wide amused eyes. She’s always known Elska to be far more conservative in front of others so this has become quite bizarre. She contemplates on how Naoya usually likes to keep their personal life behind closed doors as well but the severity of everything currently eludes her.

        🎶🎶 Your body lightweight, speaks to me🎶🎶

Yuuji smiles to her, his hand stationed as blinders across his forehead, blocking his view, “Nope!”. He wishes ignorance were really his case because unfortunately Sukuna has manifested on said hand and is sparing no detail about them.

Nobara now glances over to Choso and fails to control herself, partially thanks to the alcohol, and bursts into laughter. He’s completely zoned into Naoya and Elska, not even blinking and with parted lips.

🎶🎶 I don’t know what you did, did to me 🎶🎶

She searches the room to find if anybody else is catching this but the hilarity fades when she notices Toji and Gojo with that same, intense stare. It’s like they’re in a trance and the strange, dark vibes she’s picking up on allow her to sober up instantly. ‘What?’.

🎶🎶 Your body lightweight, speaks to me 🎶🎶

               Nobara jolts when Choso randomly launches to his feet and she becomes even more freaked out because it looked as if Gojo and Toji were about to lunge for the dance floor at the same time. ‘What the fuck is going on here?’, she worriedly asks herself as she’s never seen them all act so strangely. She’d assume they were pissed off if their expressions weren’t all mixed with anticipation, hunger and yearning. She jostles Yuuji to get his attention.

         🎶🎶

               Satoru whimpers to the way Elska’s hands tangle into Naoya’s hair as he licks a stripe back up her between her breasts. The faintest aroma of the scent surrounds them and was responsible for the three of them flinching. ‘They’re practically fucking right now!’, he thinks as Naoya and Elska are two pieces of cloth away from making love through their clothes with this performance. Gojo isn’t mad however, not at all. There’s always been something about Naoya that really sparked something grander in Gojo, something more raw and unhinged. He now wonders if he’s not alone in this because the intensity being scavenged from her other turned is indisputable. There’s no way Satoru is about to interfere because at this rate, he knows he’ll have Elska mewling out their names by the end of the night.

         🎶🎶

               Elska whimpers into Naoya’s mouth to which she receives an alluring hum. The way his hardening flesh feels grazing her entrance brings her urges that she’d not care to admit to, like fucking him right there in front of everybody. She could move her panties over, free his member through that wonderful slot and slide him right where he belongs and she tells him this through thought. The half-lidded, glowing gaze she’s given in response to that, nullifies every single inhibition. His hand slips under her dress, across her rear and then down to blanch his fingers across her dampened panties. In this moment, no one else existed as her pheromones billow through her body, threatening to ensnare all.

               “OKAY! Get a room!!”, Nobura thwarts her arms in between them, “We’re literally right here!!!”. She couldn’t stand how intimate that was getting and knows that if she’d left it alone, shit would’ve gotten really weird, really quick. ‘What the hell was all that about?’, she contemplates on how creepy Elska’s other turned were getting but sighs relief when they seem back to normal.

               Elska gasps and covers her mouth as she looks around to see everyone’s eyes on them. She’s embarrassed by the lewd gestures her and Naoya were waltzing through and shrieks aloud. She’s engulfed by her prince’s arms and lets his rumbling voice drown out everything else as she tucks away into his chest.

               “Baby…”, he chuckles alluringly in a whisper, “You’re so wet…”.

               Amnessia controls her face but turns inward to Megumi as her muffled voice shrieks, “Oh my God!”, to having witnessed Naoya’s attempted intrusion. “Did that really happen just now?!”.

               Megumi glares at the Zenin, confused by his own territorialism with Elska as he holds Amnessia, the girl that actually has a grip on his heart. “Maybe we should leave soon…”, he offers while swaying them together to the rhythm of no music at all.

               Naoya’s phone starts to ring in his pocket so he takes it out and studies the name on it for a second before putting it back in. He’s not interested in clan business right now and makes this known as he drunkenly backs Elska against the wall, caging her in. Naoya leans down and hums as his tongue breaches her mouth, his hands groping her breasts. “Fuck princess…”, he groans into a tipsy giggle, “I’m really horny right now!”.

               Elska feels his phone vibrating and hears Nobara apprehensively declare that they should still get a room. Against her wishes, she grabs Naoya’s wrists and forces him to stop caressing and advises, “Maybe you should take that call my prince.”. She doesn’t want him to leave her be but if he doesn’t, she’s not going to be able to control herself. He’s stoking quite the fire and its apparent as her eyes wash over her turned who she’s afraid will react without considering the others. Naoya refuses initially but she adds, “The sooner you’re done with that, the sooner we can get back to this.”, and winks before she pulls him down for a kiss. “Go take care of business my beloved prince.”.

               Naoya exhales as if he’s blowing on something to cool it down. It’s rare for her to refer to anyone other than Toji as her beloved even though they’re all technically her ‘beloved turned’. The Zenin figures it’s probably because Toji was her first and respects that but hearing it being directed at him only hindered his ability to walk away. He listens though because despite himself currently, the duties of the head must be fulfilled and he’s ultimately grateful she took this stance. He answers the phone, walking towards the bedroom while whining, “Maki I swear I am working on those policies as we speak!”, but stops and clenches his fists. He’s being scolded.

               Elska snickers to her prince’s behavior but walks over to her water bottle near Gojo’s phone. She downs it in an attempt to quell the raging hormones and thinks, “Perhaps if I swam off the coast of the place they call Antarctica, I would cool off.”. It’s not her body temperature she’s trying to snuff out though, it’s her lust. She’s been put in all of these teasing situations today with Naoya and Toji so she’s on the brink of insanity as her turned nature requires their physical affections. Long arms wrap around her and the voice that enters her ear weakens her knees.

               “Didn’t know were a dirty dancer, my love…”, Gojo titillates with his mischievous tone before securing hands in questionable areas. He shivers to her intensity, wanting to feel her slick dripping onto his skin and asks, “Mind if I enjoy some of those moves too?”.

               Amnessia felt the flattening of Megumi’s mood when Gojo came over to their side of the room. It bugs her too; she doesn’t want the younger Fushiguro made to be uncomfortable when they were having such a good time. She looks up to Megumi and cups his cheek, thoroughly catching him off guard as his face reddens. Standing on her tippy toes, she initiates their first kiss. She’s guessing he was too stunned to react at first but he’s soon applying pressure back which makes her abruptly pull away and ask, “Want to leave now?”.

               Megumi nervously looks around the room and makes eye contact with Nobara who mouths, “Go you, dumb ass!”, encouraging him greatly. “Yea, let’s go.”, he holds his breath as he grabs ahold of Amnessia’s hand and storms towards the door.

               “Have a good night, you two.”, Toji taunts as they leave and cackles deeply to the humiliation on his son’s face. Right before the door is closing behind them, he yells, “Take good care of my boy!!”, and imagines Megumi’s face when she retorts that she plans to. He winces to Nobara’s high pitched squeal but comprehends why she’s excited, they’re all in that way for Megumi.

               “Hey, umm Toji?”, Choso cautiously approaches while fidgeting with his shirt. When the giant asks what’s up, the being morosely continues, “When are we going to talk to Elska about Getou?”.

               Toji stretches his neck to the side, remnants of the previous spell they were under still lingering in his senses, “Gojo and I decided that tomorrow would be best. It’s already getting late and we know she’ll want to go as soon as she finds out.”. When he notices the worry adorning the being’s face, he asks, “Do you miss him that much too?”.

               Choso gives a half smile and clarifies, “No but I’m concerned. When Amnessia and I went in there, he screamed not again like he’s been forced to suffer…”.

               “I thought you said that stage was protecting him though?”, Toji is now more attentive and is waiting to understand the issue.

               “It’s shielding his consciousness but I think it can only keep him self aware and intact if he’s made to relive things that stain his identity.”, Choso frowns, “Like things he’d never be able to forget because they were so impactful.”.

               Toji lowers his beer, “I don’t think that fucker needs more trauma, he’s already pretty fucked up.”, and although his words are harsh, the sentimentality was present as he spoke. That’s when he sees Naoya grumbling his way back into the kitchen with a complete 180 in mood. “What’s wrong with you lover boy? You were having such a good time.”, Toji narrows his eyes to berate his younger cousin over the orgy he nearly started.

               “Cho where are you going?”, Naoya asks as he nears them but the being goes back over to Yuuji and Nobara. ‘Weird...’, he thinks but is then folding his arms in from of Toji, “I’m irritated as shit! I’m announcing the alliance between Gojo’s and Zenin’s at the ceremony but I have to do the same with those fucking Titers.”. Toji’s expression of hurt is off-putting but Naoya slacks his stance, “I also get to tell the world about the pregnancy though…”, he smiles widely while grabbing Gojo’s old beer to sip. Maki also mentioned the benefits of declaring his engagement to Elska but Naoya knows he’s going to meet nothing but resistance there so he’s keeping that to himself for a while longer.

               Toji sighs to Naoya’s hatred for Getou but skips over that, “Well official alliances are good because if they decide to double cross us, we’ll be able to retaliate without much commotion. Do the treaty Naoya, it’s for the best and covers our asses.”.

               “You know I want to kill that guy.”, Naoya rancorously snarls under his breath.

               “You know Elska wouldn’t want that.”, is all Toji rebuttals with. The swift glare he earns from Naoya actually pisses him off. “Don’t give me that fucking look boy, you know damn well she cares about him. I don’t like it either but we need those fucking Titers to keep her safe from the King. Or have you forgotten?”. Naoya keeps that same scowl but Toji also feels terrible for having to play the devil’s advocate once again. ‘It’s not Naoya’s fault…’, he remembers, ‘It’s Getou’s.’.

               Gojo holds Elska and gradually rocks her to the song playing but doesn’t recognize it as Naoya wrecked his algorithm. He notices through his six eyes though that some of Naoya’s energy is leaving the Zenin to float over to her. Satoru says nothing but rather monitors the situation because she’s clearly unaware.

Elska feels a strange twinge in her abdomen, like a severe cramp but it quickly subsides so she forgets about it and remains dancing. Gojo asks if she’s ok and the genuine concern in his tone actually prompts her that maybe somethings up but she explains, “I’m fine my sweet Sati.”, and leans back against his chest while they conform into each other.

Naoya is still rambling about having to accept the Titers but Toji comments on how unstable the Zenin’s footing seems. “Maybe you should call it quits on the booze for the rest of the night.”, Toji chuckles but the obscurity found on his younger cousin’s paling face startles him. Naoya tries to say something but his eyes roll back and he faints. “Shit!”, Toji yells while catching his cousin, “Hey! Naoya!!”, he shakes the blonde but then he hears Elska scream.

Gojo successfully secures her and lowers her to the ground but as he’s doing so, she’s violently flailing. “LOVE!”, he calls to her over and over but she tenses up and then becomes deadweight.

Elska can’t explain what’s happening to her right now because she honestly hasn’t the first clue. All she knows is that it feels like fire is cauterizing her from the inside, that something in her body is changing.

“Oh fuck!”, Toji grimaces when Elska contorts wildly. The colorful dashes present themselves in her eyes and are so bright, he can see them from across the room. “DOLL!”. She pushes herself away from the floor and is on her forearms and knees, screaming into the wood as a wave erupts from around her and shakes everything. “No, no, no!”. He and Gojo make quick eye contact and this only unsettles Toji further when he can clearly read the uncertainties in the silver shaman’s eyes.

“STAY BACK!”, Choso yells as Yuuji and Nobara run towards Toji. Something inside tells Choso:

“Save her.”

“OPEN IT.”

Choso stands of the far side of the table now, prepared to shield everyone behind him. He looks down the hall and thinks, ‘Nanami and Shoko!’, before dashing his blackening eyes back to Elska. “Master!”. He knows what he has to do.

Gojo tries to help Elska but she’s writhing on the floor in agony, clawing at her stomach. “Love stop!”, he captures her wrists and then sees why. Elska’s organs are rearranging under the skin, the moving lumps of assumed intestines worm their way around. “What the fuck is this?”, he asks himself under his breath but then her lower ribs start cracking and expanding, her bloodcurdling screams matching the horror. Elska’s voice then disappears and she thrashes herself back into the fetal position as sweat accumulates along her skin and dampens every inch of her.

Toji watches as Elska’s wings rip out of her body and arch in the creepiest of ways, followed by the immense darkening of her already ominous presence. He screams her name but his voice is trampled by her shrieks. He can’t stand this. What’s wrong with her? His eyes dart down to Naoya who’s unconscious next to him on the floor, ‘What the fuck is going on with them?!’. Choso’s energy also causes Toji to stir because he can sense that unfamiliar technique being concentrated. This terrifies Toji because the only time Choso’s ever used this was when the being was trying to cancel interference with Elska at the Titer Compound. ‘Not even Gojo could get through it!’, he recalls with decapitating apprehension.

Another shaking wave epicenters from Elska but this time, her power is growing rapidly. Gojo witnesses Naoya’s golden light of Scalar Warfare travel over Elska’s body which prompts him to realize this is about to get destructive. He knows Elska can’t contain all of that energy and fears that she’s about to literally implode so with a quick sorrowful expression, he glances at Choso and Toji before lifting his fingers and saying, “Domain expansion.”.

Toji roars with menacing eyes, “DON’T YOU FUCKING DO IT!”.

“Infinite Void.”.

As the sphere swallows them up, Toji’s turned nature brims and his wings instinctually form. He cradles Naoya’s head in his lap while screaming “ELSKAAA!”, beyond frantic now that she’s in Gojo’s domain. He thinks to break it wide open like he did before when Megumi was trapped in it but Choso’s presence increases to heights no one has ever felt.

“STAY DOWN!”, Choso snarls, his mind fluctuating from the distraction, “And protect the others!”.

Gojo tweaks the parameters of his domain dramatically in order to not harm Elska. He simply was hoping to slow her processing to abstain from the overload. Lowering to the floor to hold her, he blinks the recently formed tears away and soothes, “My love…please…fight whatever this is!”, and dips his head forward when all he receives are rabid sounds, “What is happening to you?!”.

“Sa-….”, she growls ferociously, “Get…”, she’s desperately trying to tell him to run but she’s overrun with pain and confusion. Something is inside of her and its tearing through her visceral makeup. Her voice is once again stolen as a huge surge courses within but she was too late in warning her Sati when the golden light washes over her body.

Choso engages his shadow realm door as soon as the cracks splitting Gojo’s domain appear, “I can do this.”. He waves his arms poetically at the last second, engulfing a protective barrier around ¾ of the room but the explosion was catastrophic. The domain shatters and light bleaches the world away while another shaking wave consumes their surroundings.

Gojo is thrashed into a wall, badly wounded; more severely than he’s ever been in his life. “Luu..”, dazed, he tries to get his bearings but the cold air rushing in from the missing wall on his left only leads him to deeper muddle. His head is pounding. He closes his eyes and leans back into the fractured wall, unsure of what or who he is until memories flood him. Being hit by the scalar warfare a second time did something to his brain, allowing it to bring to him, all the events of the forest and more. He remembers blowing Sachiko into two pieces, fatally wounding Nanami and then tastes his draining Elska of her last breaths of life. His eyes widen and he’s bombarded with the realizations of what he put everyone through.

Toji shakes his head, unsure if he’s in one piece or not. The ringing in his ears is deafening and mixes with the surreal temperament of the calming air around them. He looks down and finds Naoya unharmed and is thankful for Choso’s quick thinking as there shouldn’t be anything on this side of the room left. ‘Doll.’, crosses his mind and causes him to snap back to their current circumstance fully. He looks for Elska through the table legs, sees she’s breathing and then kind of crumbles exhaustedly on the spot until Gojo wails. It was such a foreign sound, Satoru’s sorrow.

Gojo, feeling the full weight of his actions and how he hurt the few people he cares for, cries uncontrollably. He remembers it all. Everything. Even killing Genghis and the face of Titers before and after. His skin burns from the parts of his body that haven’t been charred to the bone, at least those wounds haven’t nerve endings anymore. The surface scalding he has though, stings as he heaves in air like the dehydrated skin splits as he expands his diaphragm. He tries to wipe his watering eyes but melted skin slops away and adheres to his fingers. He’s never been more humbled in all his years. Elska’s leg twitches in the crater formed and in this moment he knows he has too feed. Crawling over to her, his regrets become more apparent to others as he can’t help but pick up on the ungodly similarities as the forest when he needed her then too.

Elska opens her eyes, now alleviated from any and all pain. Something feels different though and when her hand coasts over her lower abdomen, she understands exactly what that is. She has a small baby bump now. “Oh, my prince…”, she smiles with tears falling out of the corners of her eyes, still reeling. When Gojo clumsily grips her thigh, she sits up to pull him closer but then sees the state he’s in. “SATI!”, she cries out, swiftly launching over to him and forcing him to feed. He bawling profusely and she can sense that something rattled him like no other. She’s afraid to touch him because of how much skin he’s missing, she’s actually not sure how he’s still alive. “Just feed, Sati…”, she moans when he pierces her but she pushes the Master’s Ecstasy from her thoughts to observe his healing. “My…”, her lips quiver to his injuries, “Sweet Sati…”. Some layers of dermis are starting to return so she sobs out loud and holds him dearly as he continues to cry.

Toji shudders to the exposed muscles of Gojo, how his skin was nearly all erased and how what remained held a completely different consistency, it’s like slime. That blast really fucked Satoru up and its unsettling. “That was fucking crazy…”, he shakes his head and asks Nobara and Yuuji how they’re doing but hears, “BROTHER!”. His head snaps in that direction but all he can do is hold his breath and mutter, “Oh no…”.

“WAKE UP!”. Yuuji lifts Choso’s body up and shattered, cries, “HE’S NOT BREATHING!!!”. Itadori yells wildly when Sukuna laughs within and frantically shakes the being while repeating, “He’s…he’s not breathing!!!”, as if something may have changed.

Nobara breaks down next to Yuuji, staring at Choso in shock. ‘Is he-…’, she wonders as Itadori has completely lost his composure. “No way…”, she cries.

Elska hears this and twists her head to view with a stilled heart. It’s a fact, Choso isn’t breathing. She grips into Satoru’s hair, holding him tightly as if that will save her from the twilight loss while she’s pinned in the crater. She wants to run over to Choso immediately but she can’t leave Gojo who’s wounded beyond measure. In slow motion, all the sound fades as Shoko runs to the scene with Nanami’s shirt barely buttoned around her. ‘My hybrid?’. It’s like Elska’s watching a drama or her currently fragile mind tells her this while she zones out, the CPR attempts becoming blurry. “No…”, Elska chokes out, “Nooo…”, her fangs form and her presence unleashes, “MY HYBRIIIIIIID!!!”.

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               Choso feels an icy gust of wind and groans. He opens his eyes and finds himself in the last stage, blinded by the streetlamp looming directly overhead. “Oh…”, he sits crisscrossed, “I guess I died?”, he looks up and asks. The light shines brighter and becomes warmer, thus being too hot for the being so he stands up and backs away, “Stop that!”, he pouts, “I’m not in the mood to play.”. He wonders if he was able to save everyone and hopes that he was successful. He thinks about Yuuji and Elska with a heavy heart, already missing them, “Please be safe…”. He looks up to the lamp, “Why am I here?”.

               Choso studies the light that answers in vernacular that only Choso could articulate. He understands that it’s telling him that it’s there and has always been there to protect them. That this was planned.

               “So, you’re like a guardian then?”.

               It gives its answer.

               “That doesn’t make sense…”, Choso chukcles, “How are you any different from one?”, he rebuttals when it denies such a title, “That’s usually what guardians do! You’re being silly.”.

               It shares the differences.

               “I guess so.”, Choso sighs, “I think I’d prefer my master and the others having a guardian though.”.

               It tells him something clever.

               Choso chuckles, “I’ve heard her say that before actually!”, he beams to a memory of one of their dreams together where the whole Elska expressed to him, how powerful they actually are. How nothing on this Earth could stop them. “I wish she was here…”, the melancholy in his voice trickles away as he pictures Elska and all of his new friends.

               It asks him something.

“Can I see Getou first?”, he questions. If nothing else, he might still be able to send a message to the others through the Titer. He knows he’s likely going to cease to exist soon and pleas,  “I want to let everyone know that I love them!”.

               It refuses.

               “WHY?!”, Choso now snarls, anxieties forming as he fears he won’t actually be able to give a proper goodbye, “MY MASTER WILL BE SAD!”, he cries out, feeling defeated. He knows Elska will be devastated and he merely desires to lessen her and everyone else’s pain by gifting comfort of his last words. “She’ll want to know!”. The light intensifies again but turns a shade of violet. Elska’s violet.

               Choso’s tears dry momentarily as the amazement of what he’s witnessing comes to full fruition. Before him, in the light that typically shines yellow, a figure condensed of what looks like dust forms under the purple hue. The creature before him, though without great detail, smiles and expands its wings. It nods to Choso and communicates something outstanding.

               Choso’s eyes widen, “That makes sense! But that means…”, he trails off while mentally sifting through all he’s come to learn about this dimension. It’s inherently claimed by the Titers but Choso’s shadow realm bled into it, which is how the being was able to contract into the hazardous wings when Elska was here with Suguru before. It was like he was baited in. Choso’s ability to manipulate the realm is unprecedented, he notes this but also recalls how easy it was to bring Elska here and how seamlessly she synced to Suguru. ‘Titers…’, Choso thinks, “Odas…”, he’s so close to understanding, “And then me…”.

               The cursed being before him flaps its wings gently, to encourage his thought process.

               “Elska shouldn’t be able to travel here so effortlessly.”, Choso deduces, “Though she is powerful, her abilities are not congruent to the qualifications of this dimension’s nature.”. He flutters his own wings, “On that same token, I shouldn’t be able to either but it was like I was welcomed…”, he paces, “You are preserving Suguru Getou’s consciousness as you’re doing with mine as we speak…”. Choso sighs, “You’ve shown me things to extend my trust to him too. It’s as if you want me to be his friend. You also wanted me to learn who the whole Elska was and linked our subconsciouses together for the purpose of me giving her my consent.”

               The winged violet curse smiles again and nods.

               “How is this all connected?”, Choso asks.

               The apparition points to Choso and expands its wings that seem to somehow go on for miles and whispers:

“Save her.”.

               Choso halts in his tracks and slowly looks back up to it. He understands. “Are you…”, he can barely breath due to the excitement, it’s starting make sense. “… my master’s origin curse?!”.

               It stretches its arm so its finger could make contact with Choso, pointing into the place that represents his third eye. It smiles and takes form of rays.

               Choso feels six blasts against his face but they soon crawls under his skin and reverberates through his entirety. Choso’s short black hair grows exponentially longer, his eyes blacken over and just like that, he’s sent back.

               The being hears his brother screaming his name but it sounds so far away. “Yuuji…”, he mumbles but feels himself being maneuvered around. Everything pertaining to his senses are fuzzy and it seems like he’s on a rollercoaster as his mind downloads all of the information he’s been gifted with. Behind his eyes he sees Elska’s ancestor with a Zenin and they appear very similar to Elska and Naoya. Choso’s then shown the time where her ancestor bargains with the curse and then sees what the Oda’s became after they were gifted the energy and its horrific. Famished, uncontrolled turned are shredding humans into pieces, women, children, the elderly…all reduced to piles of flesh and miscellaneous limbs. Even with the gift of great cursed energy, they seem to prefer barbarically disarticulating the joints and twisting them off. He sees a little girl running past him, screaming and tries to interfere but has to witness her skull being caved in by a landing turned. Choso stumbles back and is merely a bystander as he lives through past events but recognizes now why next chain of events happen. He watches the Titers create the bridge to Gaia and then it fast-forwards to the Oda’s being sent there against their will. When they arrive on Gaia, the same merciless pillaging and destruction ensues there. It fast forwards again. Choso sees Elska as a little girl who was left without family as they died off and learns, through her memories, that she was actually responsible for that. She’d killed them all, her family. She was cruel, emotionless, heartless. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. It gives him the chills.

               “Choso!!!”, he hears but has to disregard it.

               Elska’s captured by turned with black wings and is brought before the King who she threatens to kill. The court get into formation around her, ready to charge but the King simply laughs and looks smitten. Choso is filled with the emotions she eventually learns to entertain through the King’s patience with her as they spend more time together, but it’s presented to him in an instant. Their first fight, kiss, laugh, Choso even witnesses the instant in which she first falls in love. ‘Master…’, he thinks with a broken heart but pays attention to how she’s turned. It boils Choso’s blood, seeing the King’s brother assault her but he looks to his right and faintly sees Suguru and his Elska watching from a distance before they disappear just as quickly. Faded images of Satoru scowling through a bowl of water decorate his view to expand on how much the silver shaman watched her.

               “WAKE UP!”.

               Elska supports the now incapacitated Gojo in her lap but leans over her hybrid, “COME BACK TO ME!”, she commands with all of her might. She can’t lose him. She can’t lose Choso.

               Choso’s body radiates that violet energy, causing Elska to gasp because she can sense her own ancient presence in him. His hair grows hastily, so fast that his scalp bleeds as the long thick black strands fountain out. “Come on my hybrid, you are not WEAK!’, her lowly voice raises in volume, “YOU ARE STRONG!”. Toji holds her firmly from behind, his expression prepared for the worst outcome which is Choso not waking up but he does his best to support Elska.

               “Guide her.”

                               The being’s just been shown the fight between Gojo, Elska and the King. She was so vicious and uncompromising, Choso never thought he’d see the day where her bloodlust would be targeting Satoru. She was truly trying to kill him and it’s obvious when she stabs his chest with her wing and grins wickedly. She protects the King with everything in her as they go back and forth in combat.  Gojo was determined to take her however and is able to do so after knocking her out with an insidiously cheap move. He faked his attack to catch her off guard and although Choso can see the determination in Gojo’s face to kill the King, Satoru cuts his losses and gets out of there with his prize.

               “Do not deviate.”

Her experiences with Gojo after she was captured flood through him like a compromised dam. The torture she endured when he was at his worst, the threats he’d cast about her loved ones, the way he forced himself on her. Choso’s now aware of Nanami’s hand in everything, how much the manager has always known as Kento’s first experience with the scent plays out. It fast forwards to show the subtle ways Toji has always looked at Elska, the longing in his eyes and how he stalks them both from the shadows. Choso then sees Toji’s first time he came into contact with the scent and vastly comprehends how long the giant was playing double agent because Toji runs away once hit with it, not wishing to blow his cover.  He’s then shown Temujin Genghis with the King and this stuns the being completely. He observes Genghis’s stark black wings and the forming fangs he bears before the King’s threatened men before passing over Toji’s katana. He hears the King’s advised strategy. It shows him how it’s tried communicating to Naoya via dreams and how this has failed. Choso’s come to learn everything.

“Use this.”

“Do not deviate.”

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               The violet energy oozing from Choso now leaves him as it splits into six individual rays. One harpoons into Elska, Toji, Gojo and Naoya while the 5th storms through the air until Nanami can be heard thudding to the ground. The sixth zooms out of the compromised wall and leaves the area completely. Toji and Elska collapse while the already knocked out Gojo and Naoya when it enters their bodies.

               “What is going on?!!”, Nobara clings to Yuuji, petrified as all of their seniors are taken out at once aside from Shoko.

               “Something’s happening with them…”, Ieiri discerns as calmly as she can. She looks down the hall and from this angle she can see Kento’s feet as he’s on the floor and not moving. Her chest compresses, “But I don’t know what!”. Elska and all the turned expel their increased presences, even while not being awake and this strikes Shoko’s core with realization. “They’re evolving…”.

               Choso’s eyes blare open and the world he’s familiar with comes into focus. He comprehends Yuuji crying above him, that he’s alive but all he can hear are the daunting, lowly words of the curse echoing through his brain. It gave him the knowledge of the Final Stage and he apprehends why. It showed him their future and then bound him to secrecy because it’s the only way. He knows what she has to do, what her ancestors unknowingly vowed. She has a purpose. They all do. He knows what’s coming and cannot alter the course but he’s been presented with an avenue.

               “Save her.”

((Thank you for reading!! Chapter 85 will be out this coming weekend and a special thanks to @syynnaaah for checking this one out while it was still in rough draft form! <3))

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While You Sleep

Chapter 9

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff this time! Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

(a/n: yes i really used some cliche scenes expected from a bucky fic but come on you have to, right?)

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If you thought you were scared before your first encounter with Bucky, your feelings as you got ready for this date were unbelievable. 

The pressure really felt on this time. 

In the anxiety of nervousness and self-doubt, you had bought a whole new outfit for this date. You stood in the mirror, checking yourself over as you adorned a lovely knee-length, flowy dress. It had little flowers decorated all over it. The fabric was soft and comfortable, easing worries just a bit more - if you felt good, all would go good, right? The entire thing was complimented by a new pair of flats. You even spent more time on your make-up, making sure everything was just right and accentuating all your features pleasantly. 

The more you did, the better you felt, until you realized there was no more to do. Once your hair was laid gently over your shoulder in a cascading braid, you had to face the fact that it was almost game time. Glancing over, your clock told you Bucky would be here any minute.

Still, back at the mirror, you couldn’t help yourself from fidgeting. You tweaked your braid, fixed the invisible wrinkles on your dress, even reconsidered your lipstick color choice… But then it happened. Your phone’s ringtone sang throughout your room, giving you a jumpscare. You had to take a deep breath before crossing the space and answering the call. Bucky’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said.

“Hi, doll,” Bucky responded, a little sing-songy tone in his voice. His cheeriness was practically contagious through the phone. Your heart fluttered. “I’m outside whenever you’re ready.”

“O-Okay,” you sputtered out, letting out a cough to cover it but it didn’t work well as Bucky let out a light chuckle at your nerves. You chose to ignore it and continued, “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Alright,” he said. “See you soon.” The line disconnected. You sighed, gripping your phone probably too tightly. Closing your eyes, you inhaled then exhaled, centering yourself, letting your pounding heart come down. 

One last look in the mirror and you realized that it was game time. There were no more preparations you could make. Your soulmate was waiting downstairs and off you went to get swept away.

Bucky wasn’t the only thing that greeted you when you exited the apartment building. He was standing by a taxi, one arm leaning against it like it was the world's most romantic chariot. A smile broke out on your lips as you approached him. 

“Good evening.”

Bucky gave a nod, “Good evening.”

He kept staring at you, taking you in fully and shamelessly. You blushed under his focused eyes and quickly looked away. Motioning towards the taxi, you said, “Is this our ride for the night?”

Now he was smiling as well. “Just to get us there.”

You hummed, interested. “Where is ‘there?’”

“Gotta get in the taxi and find out, sweetheart,” Bucky said with a proud smirk as he opened the door. He extended his arm out dramatically, motioning for you to slide in. You mumbled a shy thank you, still feeling your blushing was out of control and got comfy in the cab. 

Once Bucky was also settled in, he leaned in very close to the driver and whispered the destination. You pretended not to notice but had to admit, he sure was sticking to the whole surprise thing. It made you feel quite giddy inside knowing he was going through all this just to surprise you. To give you a (hopefully) nice date. 

Once the taxi driver understood the address, Bucky leaned back and the drive began. You stared out the window, watching your neighborhood pass by, as you tried to ignore Bucky still staring at you. It was like he was really focused on you like he was searching for something. It made you feel all kinds of warmth under your dress. 

“You look beautiful,” Bucky finally said, breaking the backseat silence. Your heart that was once pounding suddenly was going a million miles an hour. Uncontrollably, you whipped your head to look at Bucky. You met his eyes which were looking at you with such wonder and longing. Oh yeah, it was getting warm in this taxi, you thought.

“Thank you,” you said, shyly. You still didn’t understand where this nervous, antsy of you was coming from. You had been around him plenty of times, even had a bit of a fight that night in your fucking apartment, but now this was what you were scared of? A date? You had to shake your head to literally shake off the nerves, something that was becoming a habit of you now. 

Eventually, you forced yourself to add on to the conversation, “You look great, as well.” And that certainly was the truth. Bucky had cleaned up nicely. His hair was slicked back casually. He wore a soft sweater and black slacks. The outfit was paired with dress shoes. The entire look just felt… Classic but in the best way. In a way that was Bucky at heart. 

You two fell into silence again but it was more comfortable, like Bucky’s words had hidden messages telling you to calm down. This was just another date, as couples do, and you two had been through crazy stuff - cough, cough… the fucking apartment showdown. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic, you thought, but it sure felt hostile in the moment.

Moments later, the taxi stopped outside some… dance hall? You peered up at the sign, quizzically. You had no idea these places even existed anymore. This was already turning out to be the most unique you had ever been on but it wasn’t like you had been on many. 

You were about to get out when Bucky stopped you. Confused, you watched him run around the front of the taxi and stop at your door. He opened it for you, as any gentleman would. He offered you his hand and helped you out. After paying for the cab, he came back to join you, offering his arm for you to take.

“Dancing?” You asked as you two walked towards the entrance. “You’re taking me dancing?”

There was a faint blush creeping up on Bucky’s neck. “I am,” he said. “Back in the day, when I wanted to woo a girl I took her dancing. I hope that’s okay with you.”

You giggled, “Yeah, it’s...” Your words abruptly stopped as you were suddenly hit with the realization: you didn’t fucking know how to dance. Even in your own time period, you couldn’t be thrown out anywhere expecting to bust some moves. Your feet stopped moving before you could enter the hall.

Bucky turned to you, concerned. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” 

You wouldn’t look at him and instead looked past him, through the clear doors of the dance hall, watching the couples spin and twirl about. “I don’t know how to dance.”

Bucky waved a hand in dismissal and continued walking. “There’s no need to worry, doll,” he said as he opened the door for you. “You can follow my lead and you’ll be just fine, okay? I’ve got you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, leading you around the hall. The music was loud, more on the big band side, though. You saw up-close now as the couples flung each other around, laughing in awe at one another. There was a bar off at one end where patrons moved around it with beverages. The place was fairly crowded as well, something you didn’t really peg Bucky for being enthusiastic about, but his face lit the second you two walked in. There was something like a sense of familiarity in his eyes.

You didn’t comment on it, though, and instead took his arm again, letting him guide you to the bar first. You were silently thankful, hoping a nice drink would loosen you up - at least, enough to actually get you on the dance floor. 

Bucky ordered for you two which you actually appreciated. Part of you enjoyed seeing him take charge like this. Plan the date, open your door, order a drink you might like… The care of it all made your heart sing. 

Retrieving the drinks, he handed you one. You thanked him as you took the drink and looked it over. The drink was something dark poured over ice. An orange peel and cherry bobbed in the liquid, next to the ice. You sipped it, letting the taste of whiskey and orange essence hit your tastebuds. 

“It’s lovely,” you said and took another sip. For as nice as it was, you weren’t exactly well versed in cocktails. “What is it?”

“An old fashioned,” Bucky answered as he took his own sip of the drink, letting himself lean in closer to you as you two stood at the bar. He still watched you with a curious intensity that made your skin all kinds of heated. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

A silence fell over you two once more as you sipped your drink and let your gaze wander back to the dancing pairs. They moved so majestically and vibrantly across the hardwood floor. Engrossed with one another, trusting as they spun about. You had to admit, it did look quite fun. 

“Up for a bit of a dance after this, doll?” Bucky drawled, a hint at what sounded like a little Brooklyn accent peaked out, making you grin. He must’ve been absolutely transported back in time and you were so thankful you could be there with him. 

You took a drink, probably more than you should’ve in one gulp, and said, “Maybe if this drink kicks in soon I’ll let you show me a few moves.” You smiled to yourself. “That is, assuming you still have moves.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as he stared at you above his glass. “Excuse me?”

You giggled, “Well, you’ve got a few years in you. Just want to make sure you can show a gal a good time.”

Bucky scoffed and then, without any other warning, he grabbed your drink from your hands. Slamming both the glasses on the bar counter, he gripped your hand in his and dragged you out to the floor. You shuffled to keep up, giggling loudly at the fire you had sparked within him. It was amazing what a little banter could do to him. Once he picked an area, the band began playing a new song and Bucky fell into the rhythm quickly. 

You stared, a bit stunned watching him move. But Bucky wouldn’t let you just stand there for long. Getting into the beat, he grabbed both your hands and began instructing you on the steps. Thankfully, it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be. This was just a dance hall, after all. Everyone was too caught up in their own lovers to pay attention to others. You watched his feet intensely, as you kicked and stomped, feeling a bit clunky but Bucky, you glanced at him every now and then, was watching you with a hint of pride in his eyes. 

Suddenly, he decided to get daring and spun you out, quickly pulling you back into his arms. You let out a laugh, enjoying the spontaneous move of it all and reveling in the feeling of his arms around you. Following that, you fell back into the rhythm. As you got more confident, you could actually look at Bucky better and saw he looked just as pleased and excited as you were. You felt you two had melted into the crowd well despite you feeling like a sore thumb. 

The twirling was probably your favorite and you were very pleased with your dress choice. As he moved you, it would flare just slightly around your thighs, making you feel like fabric just drifting in the wind. Bucky seemed to like it as well as his hands felt like they made a point to never leave your body, always prying and begging for you close. 

Eventually, after a couple of upbeat songs, the music turned down, now on the more slow side. Bucky, however, seemed very prepared for this as he pulled you into his body without a second thought. His hand landed on your lower waist, your front pressed to him securely. His metal hand was entangled with yours, lifted away from your bodies, as you two moved in a small circle. 

You and Bucky finally really locked eyes for what felt like really the first time in the entire dancing sequence. His eyes looked at you so softly, so in total awe. Maybe there was even a hint of admiration just lurking, you noted. You felt yourself blushing intensely, but then again, when weren’t you like that around Bucky?

Bucky eventually spoke. “You were a natural, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, a small smile on your lips. “I think I just had a really awesome teacher.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grinned. “He must’ve been great. Taught you some nice moves.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “he’s the absolute best. Really good-looking as well. That’s a nice bonus.”

“You’re making me blush, doll.”

“Good. That’s how I get all the time around you. It’s time you had a taste of your own medicine.”

Bucky threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. “Really, honey?” His eyes met yours again. You jumped at the new pet name. It felt so much more...domestic. “I make you blush? Make you feel a bit warm?” His tone got lower as it was just above a whisper. A shiver ran up your spine. 

You bit your lip, contemplating how far this was going to go. “You make me feel many things, Bucky. Good things.”

His grin had turned to a full teasing smile now. He didn’t respond, though, just nodded with a mischievous expression now coming across his features. You were going to ask what he was thinking about when the music stopped and the band announced they would be taking a break. It sounded like Bucky let out a sigh of relief as he promptly took your hand and began leading you off the dance floor.

“You hungry, doll?” He asked, stopping next to the exit, hands in his pocket now, looking all casual. But the casualness was a nice cover, you thought, as his expression held everything but unsuspecting. 

You hummed. “I could go for something.”

He nodded, still smiling. “I planned to cook you dinner. Is that alright?”

You gasped, “I get to go to your apartment now?”

He laughed as he took your hand again, now leading you out of the dance hall. You two began making your way down the street, hands gripped tightly together. 

“You will get to see my apartment but fair warning, it’s nothing special.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, like mine was a real looker.”

“At least yours looks lived in.”

You looked up at Bucky quickly, mouth open now as if you wanted to say something but you didn’t really know what. He wouldn’t look back at you now and instead just kept leading you to presumably his apartment building. You turned your sights back on the sidewalk, watching the cars and people rush around in the nighttime landscape of the city, as you let Bucky guide you. 

It was a fairly nice area he lived in, an estimated taxi ride away from you. The area was really bustling with people now and there were shops and eateries galore to browse. You glanced in the windows as you passed, watching others mingle about and eat their dinners. 

Eventually, Bucky stopped in front of a building and pulled open the door. He let you in first, still ever so the gentlemen despite you not knowing where the hell you were going. Neither of you dwelled on this though as Bucky took your hand again and led you to his apartment. You felt yourself getting antsy the closer you got but you didn’t understand why. As much as you wanted your flirting to get you a little bit somewhere, this was dinner. A nice lovely dinner with your soulmate. One that he planned to cook. (Could he actually cook, though? You debated this as you went.)

Bucky unlocked the door and let you in. Sadly, he wasn’t too far off from the comment about it not looking lived in. There wasn’t… much of anything. There were the essentials - kitchen, couch, stools, television - but nothing that screamed Bucky. Or that he even actually stepped foot in here. 

But you weren't about to say any of this. You lingered by the kitchen counter. “It’s cozy.”

Bucky chuckled, “Thanks for trying, doll.”

You frowned. “I-I mean it. It’s nice. Clean and… and formal.” Well, you thought, what could you expect from a former soldier?

Bucky raised his eyebrows, though, not buying it. 

“Alright,” you sighed, “it could use maybe some personal touches but your space is your space. Who am I to judge when mine looks like it's falling apart?”

“Yours has personality,” Bucky shrugged as he slowly took steps towards you. You were leaning against the counter now, arms crossed watching him approach. 

“That means it's a trainwreck.”

He smirked, “It means it fits you and I like you, so, naturally, I’m going to like your apartment.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “You like me?” You asked and winced at your words. Apparently, you were having a hard time growing out of this silly schoolgirl crushing phase. 

Bucky nodded, now pretty close, staring you down. One hand came to rest on the counter beside you, slightly trapping you in. “I do like you.”

You couldn’t get over how close he was now. Even during your slow dance, you don’t think he was like… this. Towering, confident. Your eyes flicked to his inviting lips quickly before returning back to his eyes. They held amusement and… Was that a hint of amorousness in them? Your pulse was racing.

“Enough to make me dinner?” You let out a breathy chuckle, trying your hand at humor to figure out what was going on here. You didn’t mean to be practically dismissing these advancements but you also couldn’t believe they were happening. You thought it was just some sweet back and forth in the dance hall, a possible side effect of the adrenaline from dancing getting to you two. But, no. This fact was simple. Bucky wanted you. 

“You know,” he sighed, “I don’t think I’m really hungry.”

“Oh?”

“At least not for dinner.”

You were barely able to let out a gasp at his confirmation before Bucky’s lips were on yours, hot and heavy.

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Burning Sunset | Han Jisung

⥃Stray Kids Masterlist

Pairing ➳ Best Friend! Han Jisung X Fem Reader

Genre ➳ Fluff, best friends to lovers AU

Word Count ➳ 1,238 Words

Warnings ➳ None

Synopsis ➳ When your best friend Jisung says he's never once laid eyes on the beach, you make it a point to take him there, but you do have an ulterior motive.

OR

In which Jisung realises how terrifying yet comforting love is.

"You're kidding," You voiced out in disbelief.

"...Not really," Jisung faltered, embarrassed.

"You've literally never visited a beach? Like never even seen the sea?"

"Pretty sure, yes." He repeated.

"This is just... shocking." You mumbled, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Well the question was 'reveal something that would be defined as shocking'," Jisung pointed out, twirling the rectangular wooden Jenga brick in the middle of his fingers, the game momentarily forgotten as several pieces lay scattered on the floor.

"True... but seriously?!" You exclaimed yet again.

"Yes, okay! Can you stop repeating that please I feel like I've committed a grave sin or something," Jisung pleaded, involuntarily shying away from you and curling up within himself.

"Okay but I promise I'm taking you to the beach as soon as we get some time off. Holy crap I'm so excited,"

"Don't get your hopes up too far," Jisung mumbled with a small chuckle.

The air felt sticky and stuffed with humidity. The scent of salt drifted in the drafts that swayed with the water as the sun beat down on the sludgy surface of the sand.

Despite the harsh glare of the sun, pink and white clouds dusted the horizon like pieces of cotton placed onto a board for decoration, like imperfect perfection.

Jisung stood with his sandals, feet dipped into the grainy brown sand, feeling up the texture with every inch of skin, albeit it felt quite uncomfortable, it was a welcome foreign feeling. The feeling of an embrace from the sands of the ocean itself.

The vast blues of the horizon and the ocean clashed in a fierce battle of blue beauty as far as Jisung's vision panned out. He tried to bask in the beauty until his eyes were brimming with the vision forever until his nose twitched with the excess amount of sulphur and until his toes were stuck together with the mucky sand underneath him.

Of course, he couldn't forget about the majestic waves that swept through the unstable surface with appalling force, swallowing the grainy sand and seashells underneath it and bringing up soft bubbly foam to gently greet the tip of his toes.

He wanted to get closer, to feel the water underneath him.

And so he did. Forcibly pulling his feet up from the position he had burrowed himself in, he coyly trudged towards the clement swaying water closest to his spot and stood on just a few inches worth of deep water before he was thrown out of balance by the sudden withdrawal of the lukewarm water underneath, pulling the loose surface of the sand with it as it washed away.

Wobbling, he sought for some sort of support before he could crash face-first into the oncoming water in front of him,

Until a hand reached out to stabilize him.

"Having fun?" You chuckled, looking at his widened eyes and lips that had prettily shaped themselves into an 'o' shape.

"Sorry..." He sheepishly trailed off after a minute's worth of pause, eyes trailing onto the gleaming grains of sand in embarrassment.

"It's okay, come on, let's go to the lighthouse." You called along as you skipped merrily under the sunbeam, your five o'clock shadow throwing a comforting but merry shadow onto his burning skin.

Casting one last dejected gaze at the sandy surface beneath him, he trudged behind you as he climbed up the small dunes and back onto the cemented steps, his slippers making squelching and crunching sounds as the sticky sand crumbled under them.

Through the cemented walkway and onto the bridge, they walked in complete silence until they stood staring at the catwalk leading to the sublime tower that loomed over them, overlooking the entirety of the coast and into the distant seas of foreign waters.

Here, they stood at a higher altitude rather than at ground level as the speed of the gentle drafts had increased to strong billowing winds that rang in their ears and fluttered and floundered around their clothes. The air too had the faint smell of freshly watered soil and earth rather than just the smell of sulphur that relieved their senses. Surrounding them were tall cliffs softened by mother nature's soil and roots as rosebushes grew in a variety of colours in one straight line, almost decorating the path to the lighthouse like a red carpet adorned with petals of velvet.

"How do you like it?" You asked, honey-like voice sounding dull under the monstrous crashing of the waves.

"It's... I can't even begin to describe it. It's scary, I'm almost petrified by the sound, but seeing it is like the sea is almost welcoming you, the waves coming in to call you and pull you inside the depths of its frightening beauty. It's terrifyingly beautiful." He erupted, poetry-like words spewing out of his mouth in a panic to truly describe how he felt, but he still felt his words were falling short, as if something more had to be said, as if something more was left to describe.

"Sounds complicated when you put it that way," You sighed, glazed eyes drifting off the horizon.

"Then how would you describe it?" Jisung cocked his head in curiosity.

"The crashing water drowns out the world. Here, there's nothing more to marvel over than the mere beauty of nature itself. Sure, the waves sound scary, but when they come crashing into you, they're telling you to wash away all of your worries, to drown in mother nature's beauty and let go of your insecurities, your responsibilities and just show your true self." You smiled, kneeling down to caress the pink rose flower with a delirious smile.

Suddenly, Jisung knew why you had brought him here.

You hadn't just brought him here to see the ocean for the first time, there was another first you wanted him to experience.

You wanted him to discover the firsts of your wildest love for him.

Love was terrifying, it called and pulled him in, petrified him to express his real feelings because of his insecurities, because of his responsibilities. Now he knew, love was more than that. Love isolated you from the judging eyes of the rest of the world. Love makes you put down your insecurities and your responsibilities and let yourself be who you are with that one person you felt most special with.

You were in love with Jisung.

In the fleeting moment, Jisung grabbed your forearm and pulled with as much force as he could until you crashed straight into his arms, caged in and crushed between him. Your brilliantly glittering orbs looked up at him with pure astonishment as he leaned in with one fell swoop and crashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was short but electrifying. It was as if the humidity outside had suddenly penetrated the inside of his skin, burning and firing up his blood. His stomach fell into knots and his chest fluttered like the waves themselves. The saltiness in the air penetrating through your lips with the faint taste of mint lingering on your tongue made Jisung sigh in content. You didn't know when you started, you didn't know when you stopped.

The only thing you knew was by the time you made it to your car, the waves had now picked up a higher tide as the wind picked up speed, sending them into turmoil.

Just like the one you and Jisung had fallen into.

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Inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting 's September Prompt List + Prompt No. 18 ♥

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