#They dance their dance forever ♪

[mrsarnold]

PAIGE FIC BASED OFF OF 8 BY KEHLANI 👅👅👅👅

♪ now playing `🩰` ﹕ 8 by kehlani ❊

pairing ! p. bueckers x fem!reader

warnings heavy smut, alchol, smoking, strap( r receiving), oral (p & r receiving), cussing, a little (alot) bit of teasing, pet names, reader has a tattoo ( for the sake of the lyrics), organism denial (r recieving)

summary your friends dragged you along to a party to get your mind over your douche bag of a boyfriend just to be taken home by your ex.

Music blasted through the club as the smell of sweat and different perfumes filled the room. The blue lights from the leds that were sprinkling on peoples bodies enlightened the room as you watched your friends dance around the dorm

Your friends invited you out to a dorm party but you never really wanted to go. All you wanted to do was sit and sulk about your shitty boyfriend.

You were currently doing that on a distant couch before one of your friends dragged you from the couch so you could dance too. At first you didn't want to but after 3 drinks you were loose to dance. Everything was going fine til you felt hands all over you, familiar hands.

You turned around unknowingly just to be met by a annoyingly familiar face.

"Hey ma", the person finally rasped out, alchol lacing her voice. Paige.

"what do you want Paige"

"nun can't dance with my girl anymore"

you were taken aback from her words but furrowed your eyebrows at her painted smirk. "1. im not your g-." "And who the fuck said that", Paige rasped out as her smirk was long gone and replaced with a frown.

"i did"

"well your wrong, your speaking to the same person who made you cum like .. 8 times before.. hm?"

Her words alone made your legs feel like jello. As soon as she noticed how your attitude shifted she knew she had you wrapped around her finger.

"What no come back? that's sad, im kinda tired of this party lets get outta here", Paige finally suggested making you closely minded agree.

in a swift move your were out the dorm, walking for like forever down to her dorm. once y'all were there she wasted no time and opened the door with ease. Jana and Allie were still at fhe party so it was empty.

"strip, clothes shuda been gone the moment we got in here", Paige finally stated as she slammed the door close nd locked it. You looked at her like she had three heads at the suggestion but you obeyed making if easier for yourself.

Once your underwear was discarded on the wooden floor Paige lips immediately connected with your neck making you moan out. Paige hands finally found your thighs before picking you up and wrapping your legs around her waist, your core being met by her toned abs that was on display from her black crop too.

Paige brought you into her room, bumping into walls here and there but y'al got there. She laid you out on her bed and breaking her connection of her lips and your neck to get a view of you.

"Just as beautiful as i remembered mama", she said before kissing down your body, kissing your stomach then your thighs, then her favorite tattoo that you have. each kiss made you get wetter by the second.

"Paige stop teasingg", you whined out as she placed her last kiss on your core making you squirm

"Can't take it hm? how bad you want me baby", Paige said standing up making you pout. Before you could even respond she started drawing figure 8's on your clit making you moan out.

"That ain't words Ma, also quit that fucking pouting", Paige said speeding up her draws but not to fast

"Need you s'bad please stop teasing", you moaned out as she drew you closer to closer to a organism. Paige felt your organism coming to, the way your cunt became more sloppy at each draw.

"hmm good enough.. cum for me sweet girl", Paige slurred out as her thumb became slower.

You let out one more moan before cumming on her hands, drawing out your high before she pulled her hand away and laid back on the bed.

"You aint done y'know what to do", Paige said as she tugged down her pants and boxers to reveal her glistening cunt.

"Lick me, rub me, kiss me, touch me (Oh, oh)"

You got the hint and scrambled off the bed onto your knees infront of her. You took one last look at her between your false lashes before digging in, kitty licking her cunt before speeding up your pace.

"Such a good girl", Paige moaned out praised as her hand landed into your hair, pushing it out of your face. Her moans slightly riled you up as you continued to eat her out.

"how about you put them pretty fingers to work too hm", Paige moaned encouraging you to speed up. You addef two fingers to her soaking hole which drew her to the edge even more.

"Shi- im cumming", Paige rasped out, whimpering a little as she let out ond more moan before cumming in your mouth. You allowed her ride out her high before getting up, smiling.

Paige just scoffed at your smiling face and got up, "You taking one more ok." You looked at her confused of where she was going as she walked away but you laid on the bed. You stared at closet door waiting for Paige to come out with whatever she was doing before you got a idea.

"No need to stay in the closet that long your already out", You joked before starting to laugh.

"Haha real funny", Paige shouted back as she walked out the closet with a strap harness attached to her waist with a purple strap attached around 6 inches.

Wirhout speaking Paige came closer to you, between your legs and lined up the strap to your entrance.

"Ready", Paige asked making you nod before she slammed into your core making you moan out. She smirked as she she kept her pace as your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

"Love when you slippin' and you slidin' up"

"Mmph- feel s'good Paigey don't stop", you moaned out as your head fell back but paige pulled your head back up.

"Nah keep your head up, wan'see them pretty eyes", She said her pace became sloppy against your cunt growing you closer to the edge. "Keep the eye contact and you'll cum ok", she said as she sped her sloppy pace up making moan out.

"Mmph- can't please", you said shutting your eyes close trying to savor the moment before she pulled out, "Wait what-."

"What did i say? no eye contact no cumming."

tags : @kamii-2 @sweetbcgs @janaelalfysblunt @melpthatsme

[milky-aeons]

— DEAR THEODOSIA

౨ৎ . . . in which CHUUYA NAKAHARA loves his baby girl more than life itself.

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of birth, female reader, criminal themes, swearing, w.c 2k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ dear theodosia — regina spektor ft. ben folds ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was absolutely terrified to tell your mafia lover the news. Hours had passed you by lying on the bathroom floor, staring at the two positive lines on the little test window. You'd place your hand on your stomach, feeling a shift there, a breath of new life. It wasn't like the both of you were not dedicated enough to each other or you felt as if he'd disappear. Of course not — he loved you. He'd burn the entire world for you. But this — how could you both raise a child when your lives were already so touched with chaos?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who showed you an expression you've never seen him make before when you uttered those very words. No muscle on his face moved an inch, his entire body freezing like a lethal statue. Then, his sapphire eyes widened. Until they were the size of dinner plates, of the moon itself.

"Oi." His voice cracked, eyebrows pinching. "Are you sayin'... are you sayin' I'm gonna be a dad?" Your heart swelled double, triple its size, and soared in your chest. Tears streaming down your face, you smiled. "Yes. Yes, you are."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, in that moment, rushed forward to envelop you in a bone-crushing embrace. Lifting you cleanly off of the floor and spinning you around like you weighed absolutely nothing at all. His growling shouts of glee filled the air, so loud that you were certain the entire Yokohama Port could hear him.

"A dad! A fuckin' dad, you hear me! I'm gonna be a dad, you fuckin' losers!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who had a smooth and healthy pregnancy. Of which there was a comical shift in Chuuya Nakahara's behaviour around you. When you were out in public, you'd catch him shooting penetrating death-glares at any individual who dared get a little too close to you. Taking you out on the town during balmy summer evenings, he'd always make sure the late bars had a mocktail menu — and if they did not, would threaten them into creating one. But on those quiet nights alone he'd lay beside you and let his fingers dance across your swollen belly. He'd tell your baby stories. He'd laugh. He'd make predictions about the baby's eyes, their hair, their sense of self.

"I bet she's gonna be a show-stopper. A diamond. D'ya think she'll have red hair? She's definitely gonna have your eyes, though."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who jolted up out of bed a day before your expected due date. Who shook Chuuya out of his deep sleep curled beside you, your voice frantic, stomach muscles groaning as they began to contract. And Chuuya, who almost killed a man when the physician took a little later to arrive due to the Port Mafia's forever winding hallways. But she came — after hours of labour, of screams, of Chuuya's strong grip never leaving your hand and anchoring you down to reality when you thought you would fall. She came into the world with a full head of hair and a thick, gurgling cry.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who held her so carefully when his baby girl was first placed into his arms. She had pure watery eyes typical to a new-born — her mother's face, her father's eyebrows and angry pout. Her flushed red fingers reached up to him and grappled. Stupefied, Chuuya extended one of his gloved fingers so she could grip onto it with a feather-like strength. And then, she cried. And for the first time in his life, so did he.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who told his secretary to go and fuck himself when he was reminded of the impending critical meetings taking up his schedule for that week. For the entirety of your recovery and the weeks following, the General blatantly refused to leave your side. He was alert and attentive to every cry his daughter made, every stir in the night, the pattern of her feeds and patting her back when she drank. She'd hiccup, and he'd say "Oya! That was a loud one, huh? Can ya do one more? Sure ya can!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who grew attached to the gleeful giggles his daughter made when he tickled her tummy, or when he pulled a funny face as he leaned over the rails of her crib. But her favourite game had to be when he made her fly. Just the barest of gravitational manipulation he would use to wrap her tiny body in a blanket of crimson and raise her high. She'd shriek in delight. Chuuya could always keep his hands out underneath, ready to catch her in case she fell.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who would occasionally take his daughter with him to lower-level Port Mafia meetings. The moment she learned to crawl, she was already learning to walk, and then she was learning to climb. Her preferred scalable apparatus — the long legs of not only her father, but any sour-faced crook she could get her hands on. And it was comical, the way these seasoned criminals would melt when she gripped at their ankles, demanding to be lifted. It was not long before it felt normal to have the little toddler crawling around the floor as General Nakahara and his subordinates spoke of business around the meeting table. Occasionally giving her father near heart-attacks when she picked up funny objects around the room and tried to put them in her mouth.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would always scold your partner for spoiling her too much. It would never do much to deter him. Almost daily, Chuuya Nakahara came back from his General duties nursing something or other for his baby girl — expensive chocolates and candies, shoes, clothes, dolls and little jewels. Every time he was sent on one of his gruelling missions to buy Elise another frilly dress, he'd always make time to buy two. Any time she would pass by a window display in the popular shopping districts of Yokohama, Chuuya would always find it exceedingly hard to say no when she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who never really got over how quickly she grew. It felt like almost yesterday when he cradled her in his arms, unsure and speechless, while she gripped his index finger tight. Now, she was a grown girl preparing to enter elementary school. True to his original predictions, his daughter's pale eyes had deepened into the hue of her mother's. But her hair — the clear imprint of her father — was wild and untamed, just like his. Sitting in ringlets of fire that framed her face. Sometimes, he'd ruffle them fondly when he'd come in from a hard evening's shift. Other times, he would let her play with his hair. Fashioning it up into ridiculous looking braids and ribbons until she declared he looked almost as pretty as her and momma. In those moments, despite the blackmail that could have been created against him if anyone snapped a photo of him in that state, Chuuya would always find himself smiling. And reply, almost, little princess, almost.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, on those days where missions did go wrong, where his men did die, when innocents got caught up and punished in the inevitable mafia cross-fire, would come home late to his little family. Who would hang his heavy coat by the door and kick his shoes off roughly, angrily. He would swear under his breath, he would curse profanities at every god there was — but quietly, so as not to wake you. But then, would come to the edge of the bed and find you and his little girl curled up together — fast asleep, peaceful and unaware to the depravity he stood against. His two most precious treasures. And when he would lean down to place a kiss on either one of your foreheads, he'd murmur the words like the only truth he'd ever known:

"Ain't nothing gonna hurt ya. Never. Till my last dyin' breath, I'll make damn sure of it."

requested by the lovely [ @ringsofsaturnnnn! ] also tagging [ @underthetree845 ]

[starriniqhts]

.｡.:*☆ i fear no fate(for you are my fate) - taesan.

⋆｡°✩ pairing taesan x gn!reader wc 0.588k tw none genre fluffy fluff, established relationship, domestic author's note take a shot (of water) every time i say pretty 😭 this is actually the first thing i've written recently that im sharing... im a bit nervous haha 😅 inspired by taesan's pretty eyes and his pretty smile! (which he thinks doesn't look nice </3) title is from the poem [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings! (one of my favorites, def check it out!!) anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

♪ ༘⋆ listen to so let's go see the stars (boynextdoor).

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

his eyes.

you always thought that was his prettiest feature. the crystal depths of his irises, the beautiful mix of onyx and obsidian and night sky that you could spend all day staring into. 

and now, all you can see are those very colors, his eyes filling your vision.

in your periphery, you can see taesan’s lips pull up into a smile, his fingers tracing along your hairline as he toys with the locks of your hair. his eyes flick to your own from the edges of your face, then down to your mouth. it’s small, subtle - yet the movement sends a pang of emotion straight to your heart.

he’s so pretty. he’s so indescribably beautiful. his bright eyes, his lovely smile, his gentle touch on your skin. his laugh, warm and comforting. his embrace, the way he says your name, the look in his eyes when he sees you, the way his hand reaches for your body even subconsciously, even in sleep, even in every world. in every universe, he’s beautiful.

and yet he looks at you like you're the brightest star, the moon in the night sky, the treasure of his life.

you fall a little more in love every time, you think.

“y/n?” he whispers, his voice gentle and just barely loud enough for you to hear. and oh, he’s so pretty. you melt into his embrace, warm from the blankets and his arms and him. you can see the way he smiles a bit more when you do so, and dear god how can you be feeling butterflies from the smallest of actions? you feel so much love for him, you don't know what to do with it or where to place it. it’s overflowing, this emotion. it could drown the world if you aren't careful.

he tilts his head slightly, the sparkle in his eyes catching the light. “why are you looking at me like that, darling?”

to hell with the world. you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over the gentle rise of his cheeks, and press your lips to his.

it’s almost childish, like some teenager with a silly crush, the flutter of your heart when you feel him smile into the kiss. he draws you closer to his body, kissing you back, lips moving against yours in a way that sends sparks of warmth dancing through your veins. when you pull back, you meet his gaze - onyx and obsidian and night eyes blown wide, a hint of a rosy flush dusting his cheeks. 

“pretty.”

the flush on his skin deepens when you speak, a shy smile pulling at his cheeks that sends you spiraling all over again. you want to kiss those cheeks, kiss the pretty flower hues of his skin. you want to kiss him again. you want him, forever.

“i love you,” you murmur, your fingers sliding up to brush back a few locks of his dark hair from his pretty, pretty eyes. “i love you so much."

taesan chuckles at that, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, and you have the urge to take a picture, capture the moment of his happiness in front of you and frame it in your mind forever. this is why i love you, you want to tell him. because you’re beautiful when you’re happy. because i want to protect you and your pretty smile, because you deserve it. you deserve love. you deserve to be happy.

you won’t tell him now. but someday, you will.

٠ ࣪⭑ © starriniqhts 2025, all rights reserved.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Hiii!!! SO I really hope that you get to write mine!!! I want to request a Jacob x f!reader, in which the reader is a famous ballet dancer, and while in the preparation of one of her biggest nights, jacob proposes. So this makes the reader super busy with dance practices, shows, and wedding preparations, and one night at Emily's (obviously the whole pack is there), she has a breakdown since all the stress got to her.

I really hope you get to write this please. Thank you in advance ☺️ 🫶

Overwhelming Grace

♡ Paring : Jacob Black x f!reader

☆ Summary: The most special events of your life are also the most stressful and overwhelming.

☀︎ Warnings: not proofread

♪ A/N: HII!! Im back dears! I’m safe from the fire and i’m gonna start writing again! Though, i’m still gonna be a bit busy with school but i’ll get to your requests asap keep sending!!

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Sitting down on a bench in your dressing room, you put on your ballet shoes getting ready for practice, you had a big performance coming up and today was another day of practice. Letting out a sigh, you turn over to your boyfriend, the one and only Jacob Black.

“You’ll still be here once i’m done, right?” You asked, earning a nod from him, “course,” he said, taking a seat next to you on the bench, pulling you into a side hug, “you’ll do great, you always do.” He encouraged, you always appreciated him and what he’s done for you.

“I got a surprise foe you when you get back, so don’r be long,” Jacob said, ruffling your hair a tiny but as you giggled, “okay, i won’t, see you.” You said, giving him a quick peck on the lips before you were off to practice.

Once you finished changing back, you left your dressing room, looking for Jacob, “Jake?” You called our, walking around the studio, looking in the places he usually goes to while you’re up on stage,

He wouldn’t have left, right? You thought, walking outside, opening the exit door to the studio, you see Jacob, on one knee. “Jake?..” you breathed, was he doing what you thought he was doing, “Y/n, you’ve made me the happiest man alive ever since we met, you’ve been the light if my life and i want to spend forever with you, so..”

“I’m asking you to marry me.” He spoke sincerely as he pulled out a Saphire ring with a wolf cressant, representing loyalty and faithfulness. You gasped.

“Jacob.. are you…” you were speechless, your hand covering your mouth as you stared down at him, your gaze moving from him to thw ring constantly.

“Of course i’m serious,” he said, practically reading your thoughts, “do you think i would’ve bought this ring if I wasn’t?” He asked, you, knowing the obvious answer, “No..”

“So, what’s your answer?” He askwd eagerly, he was never one with patience, everyone knew that. You stayed silent for a moment, before caving, “my answer is.. yes!!” You said, Jacob, standing up on both legs, pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you rocked back and forth slowly, his face in your hair.

“Thank gosh, I was so worried you’d say no..” he murmured in a relieved tone, rubbing your back. “Why would I?” You asked, rhetorical question.

He chuckled, pulling back just a bit, grabbing your hand and sliding the ring on your finger, before pulling you into a kiss.

Ever since then, you’ve been quadruple booked every single day, stuck practicing for the performance and wedding preparations, you barely even saw Jacob anymore, and things were getting stressful. You two had planned the wedding to be a few days after your performance, so you had about a month left to plan.

Stepping into Emily’s house and shutting the door behind you, you let out an exhausted sigh, this is one of the few times you get to relax and hang out with your 2nd family.

“Hey, Y/n!” Emily spoke up, heading over to you excitedly, “when’re we going dress shopping?” She asked, you had picked her to be your maid of honor, since she’s practically your sister. “Uhm.. i don’t know yet, ‘m sorry.” You said softly, putting a hand on your forehead, of course, you couldn’t escape the questions and planning for the wedding. “I’m just so busy.” You explained, Emily’s eyes softening, “it’s okay, Y/n, take all the time you need.” She said comfortingly.

She held her arms out for a hug, which you immediately took, then it all slipped out, tears started to drop as you hugged Emily tight, “Em, it’s so much.. I can’t relax at all..” you spoke softly through your sobs, your voice cracking as you hugged her tight. “Oh, dear..” she murmured worryingly, setting you down on the couch, the boys were on patrol, but they’d definitely be back soon.

Emily sat you down on the coach as she say down beside you, pulling you ibto another comforting hug as you sobbed, “let it all out hun, i’m here.” She spoke comfortingly as she rubbed your back. “I..I can’t.. I need a break..” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Take one, have you thought of postpone the wedding?” Emily asked, “no, no i can’t.. we’ve done so much..” you started, not wanting to finish, but Emily got the point, “it’ll be okay, everyone will understand your predicament, it’s supposed to be your special day.” She reasoned, then, the boys came in.

They were rowdy as ever, but when they saw the situation, the room went quiet, with the exception of a few whispers. Jacob was the first one to ask, rushing to your side, “hey, what happened??” He asked worryingly, you pulled away from Emily, facing him, you wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, “nothing bf.. i-it’s nothing… i’m just.. overwhelmed..” you murmured softly.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you buried your face in his chest, “i’m sorry, Y/n/n, i know it’s a lot, i should’ve proposed later,” He said, “i didn’t mean to make you this overwhelmed with everything,” he said, blaming himself for your current situation.

“No.. i-it’s okay, ‘m just not used to being this busy and i need to adjust.. it’s not your fault..” you reassured during your sobs. “I’ll be okay.. jus’ need to calm down..” you said, trying not to worry him.

“No, it’s clearly too much for you, i’ve never seen you this stressed and overwhelmed before. You’re taking a break tomorrow.” He said softly, yet firmly. Looking up at him, “what?” You spoke, confused.

“You need a day to relax, it’ll be tomorrow.” He said, caressing your cheek, “I- don’t know if I can do that.. Jake,” you said, “you are going to, tomorrow you don’t have practice and i’ll let someone else take care of your wedding duties for the day.” He said, you knew how stubborn he was, so there was no changing his mind.

You let out a defeated sigh, “okay okay..” you said, honestly relieved, you did indeed need a break. “Good,” he said, kissing your forehead before he hugged you tighter.

When you had your break day, it was the best, Jacob was there the whole day, making sure you were pampered and relaxing at all times, free from your responsibilities, even when the day ended, you felt refreshed and ready to start working again.

When time came, the Performance went smoothly, and so is the wedding.

“I love you,” You spoke, “really, i’m so glad i’n your imprint.” You spoke sincerely, he gave you a smitten smile, “i love you more, Y/n Black.” He said as the priest announced he can kiss the bride, he dipped you low and you both shared a deep, romantic kiss, the best day of your life, indeed.

But with fortune comes hard times.

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♯ Word count: 1168

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes ₊˚｡

♪ ⋆⁺₊ ahhh im so so excited to post this collab with my best friend and fav seungmin today minho tomorrow stan @sunnysdiary we have been playing around with some ideas for a duo write forever now and it's finally here! sunny really saved my life becoming my best friend at the time i needed her most and i can't wait to share this journey with you all where we will be posting lyric themed fanfics for all of our boys!! we spent 4 hours on call yapping about this

— there is not a set date when these will be posted because we both have a very busy schedule, so please be patient!

— feel free to send me or sunny an ask or comment to be added to the taglist!

— as always these are in the first draft stages so parts and pieces may change as we see fit.

— this is also in honor of 800 followers!! thank each and every one of you who have followed me your support makes my entire universe, and with that, happy reading!!

🎧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 �� 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

BANGCHAN has been your rival since FBI school, but when he dropped out to become a bodyguard you thought that was the last time you had to see his infuriating face again. That is until four years later, you've made a nice spot at the top of the FBI food chain when tragedy strikes. You were kidnapped and left for dead by the infamous Kaelthos, but now you're back—and you're not alone. What are you going to do when your supervisor sends you back to Thanatos Tower clad in a masquerade mask and your new bodyguard—bangchan.

Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through Crawlin' back to you — Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know?

🎧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⟶ @sunnysdiary (aka my literal wife)

MINHO was way too nervous about finally taking you out after months of gazing at you from afar. All he wanted was to impress you, causing him to make some...questionable decisions. Beyond all that you decided to give him a chance.

Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear? I'm just scared of what you think

— blink-182, First Date

🎧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

CHANGBIN and you had a planned date night, but girlhood of course had to slap you in the stomach, cramps beyond belief and so you asked to stay in and Changbin was more than happy to do that with you.

'Cause you watch the TV while I'm watching you There's not many people I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to But there's nothing like doing nothing with you

— Bruno Major, Nothing

🎧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

HYUNJIN has been there throughout it all. From the moment you stumbled upon him during a midnight walk, pacing back and forth with your first draft in hand to finding you atop a rooftop in the middle of seoul, sobbing after a crippling rejection from your dream publisher—hyunjin has been there throughout it all; yet you have never talked to him long enough to figure out his name. You don''t have to, you follow the red string.

About the star that couldn't shine or blink Out of a million, billion Felt like an alien, alien Then that little star was surely Going to become the biggest thing

—Stray Kids, youtiful

🎧 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

HAN JISUNG has never lost a race. Throned King of Tokyo's Midnight Circuit when he was 17, he hasn't lost the title since—that is until you come into town. You were a fucking icon, utterly anonymous yet beloved by racers all around the world, known for your pink flaming-heart glasses and electric nickname, Neon. Nobody knows who you are or where you came from, but when you wittfully correct his accidental slip-up one night, he quickly realizes two things: you were impossible to flirt with and he's no longer the best racer in town. What will happen when the Queen of Cali challenges the King of Tokyo to a race? Who say's Tokyo can't have a queen too?

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night 'Cause I'm zero to sixty in three point five Baby, you got the keys Now shut up and drive (Drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (Drive, drive, drive)

—Rihanna, Shut up and drive

🎧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. In a world where all humans are expendable hate was your only shield from pain. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong. You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

Your lips, my lips Apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers Flood is rising up on your knees Oh, please Come out and haunt me, I know you want me

—Cigarettes After Sex, Apocalypse.

🎧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

SEUNGMIN finally takes the chance to kiss you after yet another successful date. He's so scared of what you'll say he runs off, little did he know you wanted it just as much as he did.

But we couldn't go very far 'Cause you locked your keys in your car So you sat and stared at my lips And I could already feel your kiss

—Troye Sivan, Strawberries & Cigarettes

🎧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

JEONGIN teases about proposing to you by proposing with paper rings, and when you least expect it, he actually does. With a real ring this time.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and

—Taylor Swift, Paper Rings

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes's fanfic genres ₊˚｡

🎧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ⟶ rivals to lovers, fbi profiler!reader, fbi bodyguard!chan, fake dating for the sake of a mission, action, tension

🎧 𝐅𝐢���𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⟶ shy!lee know, highschool!au, fluff, cute-awkward moments

🎧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⟶ marriage!au, fluff, period comfort

🎧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ red string theory, angst, hurt and comfort, author!reader, idol!hyunjin, strangers to lovers, very emotional

🎧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⟶ mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, heavy forbidden love, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, action

🎧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⟶ bf!seungmin, fluff, nervous seungmin

🎧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ dating!au, fluff x 1000.

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes's taglist ₊˚｡

—@kissesmellow21

[killusmoke]

◜ ͡ ◝ৎ ͜ ◞ ۫ ♪ slow dancing in the dark

⟡ dancing with cloud in a random empty field in the dark

cw : x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, tooth-rottening fluff (as always lol)

♬ - slow dancing in the dark (please listen to this while you read! I love this song <3)

The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of the wind brushing past the trees. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling like tiny diamonds above. The air was cool, but not too cold, just enough to make the moment feel crisp and alive, with the wind blowing gently on you. Cloud had led you out into the open field just beyond town, where the lights of the houses were mere specks in the distance.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness that surrounded you both.

Cloud turns to you, his usual stoic expression softened in the moonlight. His eyes, those deep, soulful blue eyes, catch yours, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped. He steps closer, holding out a hand toward you, his expression a mix of tenderness and a hint of shyness.

“Dance with me?” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the battles and chaos the two of you have been through. But right now, in this moment, there’s only him and you, and the night that surrounds you both.

You smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. “Of course.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you closer, wrapping one arm securely around your waist while your free hand finds its place on his chest. You sway together, slow and steady, with faded music playing in the distance assisted with the faint rustle of the wind through the grass. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sensation of Cloud’s warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

His chin rests lightly on the top of your head as you both fall into a gentle rhythm. The wind picks up slightly, ruffling Cloud’s messy blonde hair, but you don’t mind. It feels like something out of a dream, the kind of moment you’d want to last forever.

“I never thought I’d be doing something like this,” Cloud murmurs, his voice vibrating softly against you. There’s a smile hidden in his tone.

You chuckle softly, leaning back to look up at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the dancing type,” you tease.

He lets out a soft laugh, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist. “Not really. But… for you, I’ll do anything.” His voice drops slightly as he pauses, his eyes catching the sparkle in yours. “I know how much you love dancing, and…” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze softening. “I wanted to do something special for you. Just for you.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and for a moment, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, the connection between you so strong it makes your chest ache. Slowly, Cloud leans down, his eyes soft but still locked on yours, silently asking for permission without saying a word.

You close the distance, and his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s not rushed or hurried. It’s slow, full of unspoken emotions, as if he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in that one moment. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly as he deepens the kiss just slightly.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, your voice laced with contentment.

Cloud’s eyes soften, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. “Me too.”

And with the stars above and the wind wrapping around you both, you continue to sway, lost in the peacefulness of each other’s embrace.

a/n: i want to make my posts dark but idk how to change the post color itself 💔 it clashes with my profile aesthetic sm... anyway look at this cute pic of my husband ￬

[lianaloverr]

Colby Brock bestfriend/bf hc’s!

Heyy! I told y’all to lookout for Colby and here it is! (Sorry about the part 2, I’ve been trying to brainstorm. I’ll try to have it out by tomorrow!) enjoyyyy! Also this is based off of old and new Colby.

Paring: Colby Brock x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of kissing and a “fun time”

(Not mine!!)

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

Bestfriend:

• you guys met eachother through Sam

• you met Sam in middle school, then he introduced you

• instant besties

•when him and Sam started their vine/youtube, you supported them all the way

• you guys always hang out

• when your both laying together, you always play with his hair

• when prank wars rolled around, you helped him with almost all of them

• One time he pranked you by pushing you in the pool, and you were pissed

• ofc you got him back😉

• you guys promised you would be bestie forever (or more?)

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

Bf hc’s:

• bro loves you to deathh

• when you guys go to party’s, he protects u with his life

• he wanted to make sure no one tried to steal u

• you guys share a LOT of embarrassing moments, but you laugh ur asses off

• when u guys drink, is a goofy night filled with kissing and dancing

• you always catch this boy staringgg

• your guys favorite song to listen to is The Hills x Swim (it’s such a good song, pls go listen to it)

• when u guys are alone… let’s just say you have a “fun time”

• he fell first and harder

• his whole demeanor changes when your around

• you always call this boy cutee

• a few years later, your married

• you live happily ever after❤️

✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾

Hellooo! Thank u for reading! I’m taking requests, pls send me some one-shot ideas for Sam or Colby or anyone else on my masterlist! Byeee!

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Overture • Spies Are Forever • The Coldest Goodbye • Spy Again • Somebody's Gotta Do It • Eyes on the Prize I • Pay Attention! • Barb's Lament • Eyes on the Prize II • Not So Bad • The Torture Tango • We Love the Prince! • Prisoner of My Past • Doing This • One More Shot • Not So Bad (Reprise) • One Step Ahead • Spy Again (Reprise) • Spy Dance

Submitter's note: Spies Are Forever is a musical by the Tin Can Brothers that follows a spy named Curt Mega (played by and named after a guy also called Curt Mega), who after a 4 year long break is thrown back into the spying business. It (lovingly) spoofs famous spy films and franchises; by playing with and subverting common tropes and clichés it creates a unique, fresh, and hilarious take on the spy genre. The Tin Can Brothers are very closely affiliated with Team Starkid; this musical is in a similar style in music, writing, acting, and humor, and many actors in this show have also appeared in Starkid productions (A Very Potter Musical, The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, etc.). The official pro-shot can be viewed, fully subtitled, for free on YouTube.

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[majusialikesfastcars]

PHOTOGRAPH

Pepe Martí x childhood best friend!reader

Summary: Five times pepe wanted to tell you, his childhood best friend, about his feelings and the one time he finally did.

this request 🫶

⚠️Tw: fluff, fluff and fluff, not recommended for people with diabetes bc of all the sugar in it, sebas and chris being the best matchmakers, idiots in love

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

(pepe's version)²¹

♪ 🌺 ♪

♪ 🌺 ♪

"We keep this love in a photograph,

We made these memories for ourselves,

Where our eyes are never closing,

Our hearts were never broken,

And time's forever frozen, still"

♪ 🌺 ♪

This year's autumn seemed to appear earlier than usual. Flame-crowned trees were losing their leaves, somewhere among the split chestnuts and capless acorns. The wind was raging outside the window, humming some chaotic melody to the rhythm of the raindrops tapping on the window. Fog covered the gray sky, making it difficult to see even the tip of your nose.

Pepe layed on the couch at your house and watched some boring movie, while you looked for more blankets. Your parents left for some banquet you had no idea about, leaving you to watch the house and Pepe, being a perfect boyfriend decided to keep you company. The evening promised to be a quiet one, filled with cuddling under a warm blanket.

"Pepe, look what I found!", you said, rushing into the room with excitement in your eyes. "Our photo album!"

You joined him on the couch, resting your head on his chest and opening the old book.

The Polaroid in your hands showed you as kids, playing in the playground. Pepe remembered it really well. It was the first memory he had of you.

The sun had already risen to the highest pedestal in the sky, and its rays spread pleasant warmth on the faces of people who decided to leave their apartments. Birds chirping could be heard from virtually every tree in the area. It was one of the most beautiful July days.

The laughter filling your little hearts, when he pushed your swing, was heard on the whole playground. He saw how much happiness his actions were giving you and even then it was the most beautiful view to him. Without much thinking about it, he went and picked up the biggest daisy, he could find. Your smile was as bright as the shining sun, when he gave it to you. The innocence of this moment was captured by your mothers, sharing knowing looks.

He was just a kid then, but he still loved you, before he even knew what love was.

"I still have the daisy, you know?", you smiled fondly at this memory.

"Really?", Pepe looked at you, suprised that you still kept it after all this years.

"Yeah, wouldn't trade it for the world."

You took out another Polaroid from the old album of your mother. It was a picture of you two by the lake, smiling from ear to ear.

Your family's lake house was something both of you adored. Going there every summer, when Pepe was done with racing for a while, was an unspoken tradition.

The quietness of the night was something you both needed. A moment when it could be just the two of you, without your families trying to sneak into not their business. Pepe loved this peaceful moments with you. He could finally be with someone, that didn't see him as a driver, but just as him, your beloved best friend.

The summer wind was sending chills through your body, making you shiver a little. That night, the stars danced in the moonlight, admiring each other in the reflection from the still lake. The wind hummed softly, joining the chorus of crickets from the nearby forest. The night was peaceful. That's why you decided to leave the bustling house and take a walk.

You were laughing at one of Pepe's jokes, missing the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. You sat at the shore of the lake, enjoying the calmness of the night.

Pepe was talking about his recent race, when he felt your head falling on his shoulder. His whole body froze. Of course, he was familiar with your touch, but this time it felt different, more intimate. His mind was racing with thoughts, when he looked at you, basking in the comfort of his presence.

Have you always looked so pretty? Have your perfumes always been so intense? When did your skin become so soft? Why did his heart start to beat so fast suddenly?

"You know, I wouldn't imagine someone else as my best friend", your quiet voice got him out of the whirlwind of his thoughts. "You're literally my favourite human being."

He felt blush creeping on his cheeks. You too were his favourite person in the whole, wide world, but he stayed quiet, not able to put what he felt in right words. He put his head on top of yours, while his hand delicately caressed your arm. The atmosphere between you full of innocent, teenage love, that you weren't even aware about yet, while the moment stayed forever hidden in the arms of the silent night.

You smiled fondly at one of many sweet memories you had with your boyfriend. Pepe looked at you, laying comfortably in his arms and wondered how it had ever occurred to him that it was just friendship.

Your eyes landed on the next photo and your cheeks started hurting almost immediately from the big smile, while Pepe let out a groan of embarrassment. Said photo showed you, him and none other than his two lovely best friends, Chris and Sebas.

The noise coming from the racing track seemed to disappear amid the laughter of two young boys. They just watched their friend pathetically drool over his life long crush. It was funny that neither of them realized their feelings yet. Looking at each other, they knew they couldn't just leave them alone.

Giggling, they snuck up behind Pepe.

"Are you going to look at her like that for the rest of your life, or are you finally going to stop being a coward?" Sebastian asked, and poor Pepe almost had a heart attack because of him.

"Just before you do that, look in the mirror. You're drooling so much that she might think you have rabies," said Chris, appearing at his other side. "Seriously, mate, this is pathetic."

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, Pepe, always the oblivious," Sebastian clucked disapprovingly. "I honestly feel sorry for you."

"Pepe, my dear, has it ever occurred to you, that you might have a crush on her?" teased Chris, laughing at the whirlwind of thoughts in Pepe's eyes, and then adding dramatically. "If you keep burning a hole in her back with your staring, I'll feel sad. You've never looked at me like that."

Sebas cackled loudly and Pepe wanted the ground to swallow him whole, looking at you in panic to make sure you hadn't heard the two of them talking. After a moment, he sighed with relief, missing your little smile.

They were just making fun of him.

Right?

And even if they were right, he couldn't risk it. Your friendship meant too much to him.

Now, he couldn't ever imagine not being in a relationship with you. It was almost like you were made for each other. His perfect, other half. And both, Sebas and Chris, still teased him about that.

"They really are matchmakers, huh?"

"Somewhere in their idiocy there is a way, i guess", said Pepe.

You nudged him, your heart melting, when you heard him laugh. After all this years together it was still your favourite sound. The next Polaroid was fairly new, but your favourite memory.

It was one of the warmest nights in May. You were spending it in Pepe's apartment, doing your weekly movie night. This time you decided to bake a pizza and Pepe offered to help. It was going well, until it was time to decide what to put on it.

"Pizza without mushrooms is not a pizza, Pepe", you said with a frown on your face.

"Pizza is indeed a pizza without mushrooms", said Pepe, mimicking your high-pitched voice.

You sighed dramatically at his antics. You weren't going to leave it like that. Before Pepe could react, he was hit in the face with a handful of flour. Your giggles woke him up from his initial shock.

It was war.

His apartment was a complete mess after you were done. You were sat in the middle of it, laughing like little kids.

Being completely honest, Pepe didn't have anything against mushrooms on pizza, but you looked so cute when you were angry. He just couldn't resist it.

You were laughing at the whole situation, when he tried to fight the urge to kiss you. He couldn't be that selfish.

"You know, I was right", he said, the smirk evident on his face.

You send him a dirty glare. Some things never change. The next photo was his favourite. The hug after his maiden win. A memory he will forever hold close to his heart.

It was a very warm day. The sun was high in the sky and the earth was bathed in its rays. The temperature rose more and more with each passing hour. It wasn't an ideal day for racing, but it was still better than if it rained.

Pepe was a little nervous about the race. In fact, he didn't even know why. He was starting from pole position, the car felt good and he liked the track. But there was something that made his nerves practically eat him from the inside. Normally, your presence calmed him down in an instant, but this time even that didn't help. At these moments his habit of snapping his fingers was activated. You literally had to hold his hand to get him to stop.

When it was time to get into the car, you thought your hand would fall off from the strength with which Pepe was gripping it.

“Pepe, if you don't stop squeezing my hand so hard, the blood won't get to it,” you whispered, making him immediately let go.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking at you with the eyes of a beaten puppy. You sighed, turning to face him and cupping his face in your hands.

"I don't know why you're so nervous, because you're rocking on this track, but I want you to know that no matter where you finish, me, your whole family and all your fans will be proud," you said, looking him straight in the eye. "Now go out there and show everyone their place."

Pepe's heart was filled with emotion when you finished speaking. All the nerves were gone, replaced by pure lust to win. And in that moment you knew, he was really going to show them all their place.

You sat staring at the screen the entire race, biting your lip from the mounting tension in the garage. One lap. That's all there was left for him to win. Pepe was truly amazing. The ease with which he maintained the lead was something that could not be described in words. You had to be there to feel it. It was as if he and the car were one. You loved watching him fulfill his dreams.

The crowds roared as he crossed the finish line. His radio was filled with shouts from his team members wanting to congratulate him. He couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. After a rather unhappy half of the season, he won. He was finally able to stand on the top step of the podium as the Spanish national anthem played in the background. His maiden wins in formula two. It was a surreal feeling.

He didn't even realize he was still in the car until Franco Collapinto, who finished in a second place, patted him on the helmet. He immediately jumped out of the car, blindly taking off his helmet and Baclava, to the sound of his team's cheers. Everyone wanted to hug and congratulate him. You were no different. When his eyes landed on you, crying your eyes out, he couldn't stop himself, crashing you in the tightest hug you ever felt. But it didn't matter.

Your hands found themselves on each side of his face, while you brought him closer. With your foreheads aganist eachother, you said, your voice breaking, "I'm so proud of you, Pepe."

At that moment, all of his self-control evaporated and just as he was finally about to kiss you, he was pulled away for the weigh-in.

Fate has a funny way of doing things.

When he finally stood on the highest step of the podium, his national anthem playing and spanish flag spread across his back, he felt, that the years of though trainings and many sacrifices were worth it. And when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd, looking up at him like he hung the stars with mascara smudes under your eyes, he felt the fear of ruining your friendship slowly vanishing, at least for a while.

The last photograph was taken only few hours after the previous one. You were laying on the bed in the hotel room, exhaustion clearly visible in your eyes after celebrating half the night.

Even though the sun had long since left its pedestal, giving way to the moon, the night was still warm. The stars sparkled in the sky, and their beautiful glow fell inside through the large hotel window.

You layed turned towards it with your eyes closed, enjoying the silence after a night filled with alcohol and club music. Pepe was lying right next to you. So close, yet his thoughts were far away. He was kicking himself for not having the courage to tell you how he felt earlier, and the fear of destroying so many years of friendship came back. It was slowly destroying him from the inside. He looked at you and his heart immediately started beating faster. You were wearing only his t-shirt. He loved this view. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or something else, but he started talking.

"You really don't know how hard it is for me to pretend that you're just a friend to me. Friends don't feel about each other the way I feel about you. And words can't express it. I could spend ages trying to describe it and it still wouldn't be enough. From the time I saw you as a child until now, I've spent every moment loving you, even before I knew what it was", his heart felt lighter after this confession, and after thinking for a short while, he added: "I really would give away everything for just a kiss."

"Then do it."

Your quiet voice made him nearly faint, but after processing your words his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.

"What?"

"Kiss me, dummy. It's rude to keep a lady waiting for so long."

He looked deep into your eyes and seeing absolutely no trace of hesitation, he finally leaned in, sealing your lips in a kiss. It was a feeling taken straight from the cartoon world, somewhere between a story like Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella. Two souls destined for each other were finally able to become one, strengthening the bond they had nurtured over the years. Two halves finally becoming whole. The feeling of unrequited love finally vanishing away. Deep dwon he always knew you were bond to end up together.

In the end, you really kept your love in the photograph.

🌺

Author's note: yes, this is me manifesting pepe's win

[viie555]

a day in my life in my nyc dr ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

now playing: forever- the little dippers ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

monday morning. I wake up at 6am, just as the sun is rising over Central Park, in my bedroom on 5th avenue. my room looks like if somebody crossed a French chateau with the amazon rainforest- just the way I like it- full of plants, draped in colourful chiffons and silks. I start my day by playing dress up in the walk in wardrobe- luckily my school doesn't have a uniform, as long as you dress business casual (fat chance) - and blasting my music. Once I'm dressed, I do my hair and makeup. By now it's around 7am, so I grab my things and go downstairs.

At around 10 past 7, my best friend Liliana picks me up and we drive to a cafe for breakfast, waking up the whole of New York singing and shouting with the windows down, before we grab pancakes and matcha and sit by the window gossiping in ushered tones, pretending to be very very important.

After breakfast, it's time to head to school. On Mondays, my first class is fashion design and merchandising, one of my favourite classes. My teacher is super chill so we spend most of the time chatting and drawing cute clothes!

After that, I have a free period, which I hopefully spend in the library doing homework, if I'm feeling angelic that day. If not, the wind will probably blow me to the school garden to get some vitamin d and gossip some more while I'm at it (dan Humphrey has NOTHING on me)

Then it's time for performance arts, usually dance, the loml. My teacher runs a tight ship but she can choreograph a good routine that leaves me sweating and shaking afterwards!

Luckily, it's lunch break afterwards, so I have plenty of time to clean up in the changing rooms before me and my friends either head to the school cafeteria or another cafe in the city. Usually it's the latter because I'm a slut for matcha.

After that, it's time for.. ancient history! This is also one of my favourites because again, it's like gossip. But for smart people! I feel very intellectual in this class and it also runs the coolest trips; Egypt, Greece, Rome.. as well as some smaller day trips to museums around the city.

Finally, ancient literature club. This complements ancient history very well, and I also help run it! We usually focus on one book every month, the society when it was made, the context surrounding it, ect.

Then at last, it's time to leave school! If I don't have lots of homework that I should've done in my free, I might go shopping with my friends, or take Estrella on a walk or a jog. If I do, I will hole up in my room for a few hours to get shit done before ballet.

I have ballet on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. On Monday, its from 6:30 till 7:30 which is quite nice, because then I get home at about 7:45-8:00, just in time for dinner, which is usually pasta.

Finally, I take a longggg shower or bath and cuddle up in bed with my dog, read a book or watch tv before it's time to go to sleep at 10:00pm.

[kalied0skull]

i completely disappeared for 3 hours but i promise it was for a good cause ... lookit !

now playing : Here Comes Your Man — Pixies ♪

let's ignore the fact a boy from the 60s is wearing headphones okay ... he's listening to funky tunes!

MORE SPECIFICALLY, THESE funky tunes !!! : SODA'S PLAYLIST ♫

rambling comes after the cut:

who am i if not an artist simply for small mudane topics, such as my own playlist

in my defense, i much rather preferred MAKING my own rather than finding some other fanart or worse... a picture of an actor... (i love the musical ones, not fond of rob though 💀)

look at him though isn't he the cutest !!! :D i love drawing soda so much i could do it all day if i could (i did. i spent all day at school today drawing the sketch of this drawing in my sketchbook)

sketchbook version if anyone is curious:

to be quite frank making this playlist was an absolute STRUGGLE because for some reason i decided to start making it whilst in the midst of a very music-hating mood. nothing I listened to sounded good, and i beat myself around trying to get good music — eventually i found my flow, but it took FOREVER.

this playlist went from mixed music and 7 hours to a consistent genre (with some specific specials mixed in) and 4 hours. but I'm okay with it being short, it's not typical for me to make insanely long character playlists (my longest (original) character playlist is only 11 hours 💀)

when making this playlist i thought of 3 things for soda: Music he'd dance to, Music that I interpret him with, and Music that I think represents his relationships. they're so specific to just me that it may be hard for anyone else to decipher, but if anyone wants to ask about a specific song I'm happy to ramble about why i added it to the playlist! /suggestion+pleaseaskmeilovedmakingthisplaylist

tagging @poptartcat because they so gracefully asked to be notified when the playlist was posted ; and here i am! posting it! :D i hope u enjoy it poptart, i know i do!

[sunnysdiary]

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes ₊˚｡

♪ ⋆⁺₊ ahhh im so so excited to post this collab with my best friend and fav Felix stan @lixies-favorite-cookie we have been playing around with some ideas for a duo write forever now and it's finally here! Cookie really saved my life becoming my best friend at the time i needed her most and i can't wait to share this journey with you all where we will be posting lyric themed fanfics for all of our boys!! we spent 4 hours on call yapping about this

— there is not a set date when these will be posted because we both have a very busy schedule, so please be patient!

— feel free to send me or Cookie an ask or comment to be added to the taglist!

— as always these are in the first draft stages so parts and pieces may change as we see fit.

happy reading!!

🎧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

BANGCHAN has been your rival since FBI school, but when he dropped out to become a bodyguard you thought that was the last time you had to see his infuriating face again. That is until four years later, you've made a nice spot at the top of the FBI food chain when tragedy strikes. You were kidnapped and left for dead by the infamous Kaelthos, but now you're back—and you're not alone. What are you going to do when your supervisor sends you back to Thanatos Tower clad in a masquerade mask and your new bodyguard—bangchan.

Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through Crawlin' back to you — Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know?

🎧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

MINHO was way too nervous about finally taking you out after months of gazing at you from afar. All he wanted was to impress you, causing him to make some...questionable decisions. Beyond all that you decided to give him a chance.

Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear? I'm just scared of what you think

— blink-182, First Date

🎧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

CHANGBIN and you had a planned date night, but girlhood of course had to slap you in the stomach, cramps beyond belief and so you asked to stay in and Changbin was more than happy to do that with you.

'Cause you watch the TV while I'm watching you There's not many people I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to But there's nothing like doing nothing with you

— Bruno Major, Nothing

🎧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

HYUNJIN has been there throughout it all. From the moment you stumbled upon him during a midnight walk, pacing back and forth with your first draft in hand to finding you atop a rooftop in the middle of seoul, sobbing after a crippling rejection from your dream publisher—hyunjin has been there throughout it all; yet you have never talked to him long enough to figure out his name. You don''t have to, you follow the red string.

About the star that couldn't shine or blink Out of a million, billion Felt like an alien, alien Then that little star was surely Going to become the biggest thing

—Stray Kids, youtiful

🎧 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

HAN JISUNG has never lost a race. Throned King of Tokyo's Midnight Circuit when he was 17, he hasn't lost the title since—that is until you come into town. You were a fucking icon, utterly anonymous yet beloved by racers all around the world, known for your pink flaming-heart glasses and electric nickname, Neon. Nobody knows who you are or where you came from, but when you wittfully correct his accidental slip-up one night, he quickly realizes two things: you were impossible to flirt with and he's no longer the best racer in town. What will happen when the Queen of Cali challenges the King of Tokyo to a race? Who say's Tokyo can't have a queen too?

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night 'Cause I'm zero to sixty in three point five Baby, you got the keys Now shut up and drive (Drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (Drive, drive, drive)

—Rihanna, Shut up and drive

🎧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⟶ @lixies-favorite-cookie

LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. In a world where all humans are expendable hate was your only shield from pain. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong. You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

Your lips, my lips Apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers Flood is rising up on your knees Oh, please Come out and haunt me, I know you want me

—Cigarettes After Sex, Apocalypse.

🎧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

SEUNGMIN finally takes the chance to kiss you after yet another successful date. He's so scared of what you'll say he runs off, little did he know you wanted it just as much as he did.

But we couldn't go very far 'Cause you locked your keys in your car So you sat and stared at my lips And I could already feel your kiss

—Troye Sivan, Strawberries & Cigarettes

🎧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ @sunnysdiary

JEONGIN teases about proposing to you by proposing with paper rings, and when you least expect it, he actually does. With a real ring this time.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and

—Taylor Swift, Paper Rings

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes's fanfic genres ₊˚｡

🎧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ⟶ rivals to lovers, fbi profiler!reader, fbi bodyguard!chan, fake dating for the sake of a mission, action, tension

🎧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⟶ shy!lee know, highschool!au, fluff, cute-awkward moments

🎧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⟶ marriage!au, fluff, period comfort

🎧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ red string theory, angst, hurt and comfort, author!reader, idol!hyunjin, strangers to lovers, very emotional

🎧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⟶ mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, heavy forbidden love, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, action

🎧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⟶ bf!seungmin, fluff, nervous seungmin

🎧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ dating!au, fluff x 1000.

[milky-aeons]

— HE’S MINE

౨ৎ . . . general CHUUYA NAKAHARA was a name that instilled terror into even the most seasoned underground criminals. but to you, he was simply your man.

warnings: swearing, criminal themes, pet-names, w.c 1.6k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ he's mine — mahalia ꒱ ˎˊ-

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍. . .

Chuuya Nakahara was not immune to the pleasures being one of the five Port Mafia Executives brought him. Oftentimes, he was in attendance at the lavish cabaret clubs downtown, if only to entertain a criminal boss the organisation sought business with. He appreciated beauty. He'd enjoy the heated looks, the coyness, as he flirted with many women — and, sometimes, booked a hotel room just for two.

But that was where they had ended; tristes, nights of pleasure, never to happen again. Chuuya was, at first, against the idea of getting involved in a permanent relationship. His life was drenched in danger, his hands bloodied, his friends few and far between. Any woman who affiliated themselves with him would share the target that was constantly nailed into his back. They would need to know that some nights, he wouldn't come home. That he couldn't answer every call. In his eyes, Chuuya Nakahara was confident he would be the absolute shitiest of the shit when it came to being a boyfriend, and refused to put any woman through that type of hell.

That was, of course, until he fell in love. With you.

It was a constant push and pull with his feelings for you, in the beginning. But the longer he decided to neglect them, the larger they became, ballooning into an avalanche until he was knee deep in it. In so many ways, you were beautiful. You had an infectious smile, you had strong morals you abided and lived by. You were kind and caring and loyal — but above everything else, you accepted him for who he was. You didn't try to change him. Instead, you stood by his side, you took that hand he always kept hidden by a leather glove, and said;

"You have me, Chuuya. I'm not going anywhere. Forever and always, I am yours, and you are mine."

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. . .

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who threw his entire heart and soul into his job. Being a Port Mafia Executive on top of a militant General would wear down even a soul crafted from steel. You could always tell when your mafioso lover had been pushing himself too hard; his shoulders would sit high and tense, he'd have permanent stress lines on his forehead just above bunched eyebrows. In those moments, you would guide him to the nearest chair and instruct him to sit down. You would work your fingers into his tight muscles until they softened and released, only to let your fingers dance up to his temples, rubbing soothing circles.

"Got a meeting to get to in 10, princess." He'd drawl, yet his eyes would slip closed, he'd sigh in a way that deflated his entire body when you began to massage his forehead. You'd smile, whispering, "Then make it 20."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who sometimes became cross with him whenever Chuuya took you shopping. He was forever spoiling you, would always insist on paying for the meal, the dress you were looking at for a little too long in the storefront window, the fourteen karat gold necklace sitting on some model in a glossy magazine. And when you went clothes shopping — you'd tease him, telling him that he never, ever helped in the dressing rooms, whatsoever.

"What about this one?" "Beautiful, sweetheart." "Okay — this one? I think it sits on me a little weird." "You look gorgeous." "And this one?" "The prettiest girl I've ever seen." "You are absolutely no help at all." "What do ya mean? It's not my fault you look damn good in everything."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who had many long and trying missions, yet no matter the length of time he would be gone for, would always find a way to tell you he was thinking of you. Sometimes, it would be in the form of little letters delivered by his rookie underlings to your apartment door. Others; surprise text messages, a two minute phone call in the middle of a gunfight, an extravagant take-out meal brought to your doorstep when you've had a particularly bad day. But your favourite had always been the evening when he brought you flowers. Not just any flowers — but a luscious bouquet of roses he had lifted right to your bedroom window through the action of his ability.

"You're unbelievable!" You shouted down to him, barely able to hold the massive bundle when he released the gravitational hold on them. Chuuya smirked up at you. "And I missed ya, too."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who oftentimes, booked entire days off just so he could spend them with you. He was a dignified workaholic, that was certain, but he would always make sure to clear the books for you. On those days, he was at your mercy — you were free to do anything your heart desired, and he would not protest. He would take you to see that awful romcom your friends had been raving about, he would curl up on your couch and let you pet his wildfire hair, he'd take you walking along the skyline if you so wished. For on those days, Chuuya was not a brutal mafia general so used to death and destruction. He was just a man, he was yours.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who loved when Chuuya brought you with him on those long night-time motorcycle rides. The city of Yokohama never slept. It was always humming with life, just like the engine as it purred throughout the city. You would wrap your arms around his slim waist and bury into his back, relishing in the strength he housed. His comforting scent of cigarettes and leather and expensive fougere.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who adored music. Who always had something playing whenever you would spend time in his mafia lodging. When he would unscrew a precious bottle of wine from his prized stash and pour you a glass, he'd murmur the words to whatever track it was. He knew them all. And oftentimes, after a drink or two, he'd drag you to your feet and waltz around the room, holding you impossibly close. Until your ears swam with dizziness and your chest hurt from laughing. Until the sun dipped low beyond the horizon of Yokohama and you both danced the night away.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who took quite some time to unveil that vulnerable side to you. It was instinct really, for him to mask any of his insecurities and doubts — weaknesses for his dangerous enemies to exploit. His heart took time to learn that you were not one of those enemies. And like a hesitant flower, it opened for you, piece by piece. The feared General would bury into your chest and let you hold him when nightmares kept sleep at bay. He'd ask you to stay when he wasn't ready for you to go, yet. Word by word, he'd divulge some of the deepest fears he held in his heart concerning you — covering his face, spitting them out, like they left a vile taste in his mouth.

"I just — I can't stop thinking about it. The shit those motherfuckers would do to you if they knew — if they knew how much you mean to me. Fuck — Fuck, I don't know what I'd do. If I'd even be a human being after it, princess, I'd — I'd—!" In those moments, you came rushing forward, you clutched his head into your embrace to steady him. Let him breathe you in, feel the air moving in your lungs and blood pumping from your heart. "Shh, shh, Chuuya. It's okay. They'll never get me. I promise. I'll make sure of it."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who made a pledge to accept your boyfriend for who he was. To know that within that stout build housed a terrifying god of destruction. And you, who was always there for him when he tapped into that power and used Corruption. In the days following those instances, you would never dare leave his side. You would watch his chest rise and fall, rise and fall, as he slept for hours at a time. Dabbed at his sweating face, brought bowls of nourishing broth and fed him one spoonful at a time until he gathered his strength back. Lucidity would drift back to him like that of a tidal wave. And in those moments, he'd focus his heart-breaking blue eyes on you. He'd quirk a tired grin and croak;

"You really... keep savin' my ass, ya know that? I'm such a fuckin' mess, baby, I'm sorry."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would smile, who would hold back the emotional rush behind your glassy eyes and say;

"You're not a mess, Chuuya. You're beautiful. You're the light of my life. Now, hush, get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

requested by lovely [ nonnie! ]

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

˗ˏˋ ♬⋆.˚ ― RAYLLUM ♪⋆

★ I, Carrion (Icarian) - Hozier you have me floatin' like a feather on the sea // while you're as heavy as the world // that you hold your hands beneath // once i had wondered what was holdin' up the ground // but i can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down

Moonlight - Grace VanderWaal remember last year when you told me // to always stay here and never leave me // the light from your eyes made it feel like // we were dancing in the moonlight

Talk Too Much - COIN you know i talk too much // honey, come put your lips on mine // and shut me up

★ Down Bad - Taylor Swift i'll build you a fort on some planet // where they can all understand it // how dare you think it's romantic // leaving me safe and stranded // 'cause fuck it, i was in love // so fuck you if i can't have us

Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic you were alone, left out in the cold // clinging to the ruin of your broken home // too lost and hurting to carry your load // we all need someone to hold

★ Forever With Me - Conan Gray but who am i to blame? // i broke your heart the same // but i ain't sorry // i wouldn't change a thing // but it'll take a lifetime to get better // i ain't sorry // though i should probably be // i think i'm gonna love you // you're forever with me

I Was an Island - John-Allison Weiss i was a fighter and i was so brave // but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore // you'd stay, stay, stay

Wonderland - Taylor Swift didn't they tell us "don't rush into things"? // didn't you flash your green eyes at me? // didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile? // ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? // i felt your arms twisting around me // it's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind

Talk to Me - Cavetown you don't have to be a hero to save the world // it doesn't make you a narcissist to love yourself // it feels like nothing is easy, it'll never be // that's alright, let it out, talk to me

Habits - Genevieve Stokes you go and i stay // it's always right person and wrong way // i hate to be right, please, tell me i'm wrong // please, tell me i'm wrong // 'cause it's on again, off again // love you like oxygen // you don't know what i'd do for you

★ BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish birds of a feather, we should stick together, i know // i said i'd never think i wasn't better alone // can't change the weather, might not be forever // but if it's forever, it's even better

Take Me to the River (I Will Swim) - Alex Yurkiv + Thelma Costolo i'm in the river, its rising // for you i'm all in // my soul is bursting with praises, deep within // your presence overwhelms me, It cleanses my soul // oh how you saved me and changed me, make your glory known

This Love - Taylor Swift your kiss, my cheek // i watched you leave // your smile, my ghost // i fell to my knees // when you're young, you just run // but you come back to what you need

Adore You - Harry Styles you don't have to say you love me // you don't have to say nothing // you don't have to say you're mine // honey // i'd walk through fire for you // just let me adore you

★ The Great War - Taylor Swift my hand was the one you reached for // all throughout the Great War // always remember // uh-huh, tears on the letter // i vowed not to cry anymore // if we survived the Great War

Scared of the Dark - BoyWithUke don't you tell me you're fine // i can tell when you're lying // caught you slipping on ice // but your heart is on fire // 'cause i notice your scars ... 'cause i'm scared of the dark // can we skip to the part // where you fall in my arms // and you tell me you're tired?

Peter - Taylor Swift and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn // as the men masqueraded, i hoped you'd return // with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned // 'cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

★ Over the Moon - Penelope Scott and on god, i love you // i'll keep you here with me // if i have to fight every devil in hell // then i'll run out of blood to bleed // before i lose you

Dummy - The Regrettes i know i'm a dummy but // you love me either way // maybe you're the dummy // 'cause you say you wanna stay

So High School - Taylor Swift are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? // it's just a game, but really // i'm bettin' on all three for us two

At The Cemetery - Madilyn Mei + cloudkissed i have something to tell you // just promise me one thing // i have something to tell you // promise you won't scream ... would it be better if we never // met each other, never stayed together? // would you stick around with all that you know?

★ Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party even when the cold comes crashing through // i'm putting all my bets on you // i hope they never understand us // i put my heart inside your palms // my home in your arms // now we know nothing matters

Cosmic Love - Florence & The Machine i took the stars from my eyes and then i made a map // and knew that somehow i could find my way back // then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too // so i stayed in the darkness with you

anything - Adrianne Lenker weren't we the stars in heaven? // weren't we the salt in the sea? // dragon in the new warm mountain // didn't you believe in me? // yeah, you held me the whole way through // when i couldn't say the words like you

You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood wish i didn't doubt it // i wish i never ever told you all about it // but i just had to let you know // i never meant to hurt you though ... used to stick together // you're my best friend, i'll love you forever

Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter we were going right, then you took a left // left me with a lot of shit to second guess // guess i'll waste another year on wondering if // if that was casual, then i'm an idiot // i'm looking for an answer in between the lines // lying to yourself if you think we're fine // you're confused and i'm upset // but we never talk about it

★ No One Noticed - The Marías come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe // if you believe me i guess i'll get on a plane // fly to your city excited to see your face // hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace

Strange - Celeste isn't it strange // how people can change // from strangers to friends // friends into lovers // and strangers again?

Jackie and Wilson - Hozier happy to lie back watch it burn and rust // we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us // she's gonna save me, call me "baby" // run her hands through my hair // she'll know me crazy, soothe me daily // better yet, she wouldn't care ... we'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson // raise 'em on rhythm and blues

★ From Me, The Moon - Lav two years and you still look the same // wide blinking eyes look at me the same way // do my lips take you back to June? // do my lips make you miss me, too? // tell me if the years are all gone // is the moon still in love with the sun? // do you still keep counting my sins? // will your heart ever forgive my skin?

[elliones-pdf]

cruise director!dr3 x vacationer!reader

♪ cruising is made for love / fic: daniel ricciardo

| ahh omg!! first fic 🥹 i had a dream about this last night, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so i wrote this drabble. hope you all enjoy it!

cruise director!daniel, who you meet on the first night of your vacation. your best friend forces you to go to one of the ice skating shows she booked (to your chagrin), and you were regretting it…until you saw him. the biggest smile on his face, brown eyes alight with obvious excitement and love for his job. you were suddenly grateful to be sitting in the front row, especially when he turned his attention to you and made small talk with you for a few minutes before the show began. after every joke he makes, he looks at you to see your reaction. you notice, and blush ferociously as your best friend jabs you with a very pointy elbow.

cruise director!daniel, who takes a seat next to you, ignoring the fact that he had more work to complete and choosing your company instead. he gives you a casual wink at the end of the show, right before he disappears into the thick crowds, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

cruise director!daniel, whose personality was so magnetic it made it impossible to think of anything else. you scanned the itinerary with a blatant fervor, looking for any events he might make an appearance for. the third day in to your vacation, you see him lounging about at the pool, his curly hair blown back by the wind and chestnut eyes obscured by white frames. you sucked in a breath, gathering your courage, and walked up to him. his grin grows even larger when he recognizes you. “couldn’t stay away for long, could you?”

cruise director!daniel, who offers to give you an exclusive, private tour of the cruise ship. “only the best for my favorite guest,” he jokes, making your face flush crimson. throughout the tour, you see how courteous he is with everyone, knowing everybody’s names and asking how they’re doing. it makes you like him even more.

cruise director!daniel, who finds you on the dance floor on the fifth night: formal night. he’s dressed up in a black-and-white-tux, fancier clothes than you had ever seen him wear. his eyes rove over you, scanning you from head-to-toe. for the rest of the night, he never strays far from your side. his usually friendly brown eyes glint black, warning any other potential partner to stay far, far away from you.

cruise director!daniel, who blows you a kiss goodbye from the middle deck when you disembark from your cruise. you catch it and wave back to him, suddenly emotional over the loss of his presence – even if you had only known each other for a single week. it was definitely one you’d remember forever.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

| want more cruise director!dr3? just send me an email in my inbox!

[daisies-daydreams]

Can we get a new story chapter for DeadBeat! Köing? He goes through the legal process; getting his name on the birth certificate, child custody/visitation rights and child support payments. He asks his ex on a date, just so she get unwind from her motherly duties. He than asks her if they could get back together?

One Step at a Time - Pt. 2 (Deadbeat!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!König x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Broken German, Swearing, Trust/Abandonment Issues, Depictions of Panic Attacks Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your request - I feel like it's been forever since I've been involved in the COD community, and it feels good to start writing for it again. I hope you enjoy! (P.S. König's real name is Mathias in this continuity). Pt. 1

"♪ And up, up, up we go! ♪" Mathias cheered while bouncing your baby girl, Emilie, in his lap. Your daughter gurgled as he raised her arms above her head and danced along to the music playing on your TV. You watched with a soft smile as you finished up some work at the kitchen table. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, the bags beneath them seeming to grow heavier with each passing day.

"I swear, she loves this show," the giant man chuckled. You hummed as you typed away at the spreadsheet.

“Dadadada!" Emilie suddenly squealed, her boisterous laugh floating around the room like bubbles. Her father laughed and imitated her babbling before he kissed the top of her head. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way your little girl utterly adored her father - the man who shared the same sparkling blue eyes and fiery red hair with the little one. You sighed as you closed your laptop and tilted your neck side to side, the stress of the day still lingering in every fiber of your being. You smiled as Emilie cooed while she stared at the blue and orange dogs dancing on her favorite show.

"Thanks for watching her while I finished up," you said to Mathias as you strolled over to the couch. The tall man blinked as you sat down next to him while Emilie chewed on her bumblebee pacifier.

"No problem," he cracked a small grin. Emilie ducked her head into Mathias' broad shoulder when he tried to hand her over to you. His eyes widened a little as you paused.

"You can hold onto her for a bit longer. You still have about ten minutes," you smiled softly. His grin seemed to falter at your statement as she opted to gnaw on her father's dark t-shirt.

"Right," he sighed before turning his attention back to the screen. The three of you continued to watch the show before Emilie's eyelids began to droop. Mathias chuckled quietly as he cradled her in his arms.

"Aw, mein Kliene," he cooed as she yawned quietly [my little one]. She grunted and smacked her lips as he pecked her forehead. Mathias gently rocked her in his burly arms as he began to quietly hum:

"Guten Abend, gut’ Nacht, Von Englein bewacht Die zeigen im Traum Dir Christkindleins Baum: Schlaf’ nun selig und süß, Schau im Traum’s Paradies"*

Your daughter's eyes slowly closed as she yawned one last time. Your heart melted as you watched her drift off to sleep in his arms. Mathias glanced over at you and smiled gently.

"I missed hearing you sing," you confessed with a timid whisper. His cheeks dusted a bright pink as he looked back down at your baby girl.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Maus?" he chuckled softly. The two of you eventually made your way to your bedroom. Mathias continued to hum softly as he laid Emilie in her crib, the pudgy baby suckling on her pacifier as she stirred. You found yourself mesmerized by the fact that this giant, hulking mass of a man could be so gentle with something so fragile as your infant.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Mathias cleared his throat.

"(Y/N), could I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?" he asked. You furrowed your brows a little as you nodded.

"Of course," you said before giving one last glance at your baby girl. You stepped out of the room with your ex, leading him into the kitchen. You couldn't help but cross your arms over your chest as you gazed into his icy blue eyes. "What did you want to talk about, Matti-Mathias," you corrected yourself before you said your old petname for him. Mathias seemed to catch it, though, as he paused for a brief moment.

"Well...I just notice how exhausted you've been lately with working extra hours and taking care of Emi," he began as he shifted in place. You saw the way he wrinkled his nose and played with the hair on the back of his head; tell-tale signs that he was nervous around you.

"So I was wondering if you, well, would allow me to take you out somewhere to unwind?" he asked. Your eyes widened by a fraction as you sucked in a sharp breath.

"You mean...like a date?" you asked. His breath hitched.

"Well, um, not exactly," Mathias muttered. He averted his gaze and sighed while rubbing the back of his head. "I just think that you need a break is all," he admitted. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the kitchen tile.

"And what's in it for you?" you asked with a raised brow. Mathias smiled sheepishly.

"A chance to catch up," he replied honestly. You tilted your head as he stepped closer. "Most of my time around you is spent with Emi, and that's great! But...I'd like to have a conversation where there's no crying or spit-up to interrupt us," he murmured. The room was quiet for a moment as you rubbed your arms. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea-" he began. He froze when you shook your head and rested a hand on his arm.

"No...it's a good idea," you admitted with a tired chuckle. Mathias' shoulders relaxed as his eyes brightened. "What did you have in mind?" you asked as you shuffled in place. Your ex shared the same exhausted smile as he leaned down. The tips of your ears burned as his face came ever so close to yours.

"It's a surprise," he whispered with a hint of anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Alright - as long as there's no spicy food involved," you giggled. Mathias chuckled, the corners of his baby blue eyes crinkling as his chest puffed out. "I'll just have to ask Mrs. Gonzalez if she can watch Emi," you said. The giant man beamed as he leaned his head back up.

"Great! Is it alright if I come pick you up around, say, six o’clock this Saturday?" he asked. You grinned and nodded. Mathias smiled widely as he dipped his upper body down and opened his arms. "Oh, thank you-" you flinched away, your heart pounding as your eyes widened. Your ex tensed as he cautiously stepped away.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he murmured.

"It's alright," you said. The two of you averted each other's gazes before his phone began to ring.

"Ah, arbeiten," he sighed [work]. The two of you exchanged glances as he began to stroll towards your front door. He paused and slightly turned towards you. "Maus, I…” his voice trailed off as his throat tightened [Mouse]. You tilted your head as you held your breath. Your ex opened his mouth before his phone began to ring again. He sighed as his shoulders fell.

“I’ll...see you on Saturday," Mathias waved with a strained smile. You returned his gesture before watching him step out of your apartment…a tiny, quiet part of you yearning to let him stay.

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“I’m keeping the ringer on my phone on full volume - just in case,” you told your older neighbor, Mrs. Gonzales, as you handed your baby girl to her. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up as Emilie cooed and blew a raspberry. Mathias lingered nearby, maintaining enough distance between the two of you as he slotted his thumbs in his jean pockets.

“Sounds good," Mrs. Gonzalez paused before glancing at the two of you. Her gaze turned steely as she looked up at Mathias. “Take good care of her,” she warned in a low voice. Your ex laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, Frau. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” he chuckled [Ma’am]. You felt a twinge of heat rise to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. You smiled and pecked your baby’s forehead as she gurgled.

“Goodbye, Emi. Be good for Mrs. Gonzalez,” you said before cupping her cheek. Emilie suddenly sneezed before giggling again.

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s always such a delightful baby,” your neighbor chirped. You and Mathias exchanged weary glances before snickering.

“Yes, she is. Thank you again, Mrs. Gonzalez!” you said. Mathias stepped over and kissed the top of Emilie's head.

“Tschüssi, Bärchen,” he murmured before kissing the tip of her button nose [Goodbye, little bear]. Emilie pouted as he started to drift away, grabbing for her father with her tiny, chubby hands. “Aw, it’ll be okay. We’ll only be gone for a little bit,” her father murmured. She sniffled before Mrs. Gonzalez rocked her gently. You said your goodbyes, your heart aching a little to leave your baby...but a wave of relief washed over you knowing you wouldn't have to worry. You sighed and lowered your hand.

“Are you ready to go?” Mathias asked. You slowly turned your head and smiled. The drive over wasn’t too awkward, the two of you sharing small talk about your respective jobs and other menial things. Your eyes softened when he pulled into the parking lot, a familiar sign glowing above his massive, red truck.

"The Whippy Dip?" you asked. Mathias smiled brightly as he nodded.

"I thought we could catch up over an old favorite spot," he beamed while shifting his car into park. You felt a mixture of emotions swirl inside your chest as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn't just an old favorite spot: it was where the two of you had your first date. You were snapped out of your daze when he opened your door. The summer breeze drifted into the vehicle as your heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," you said as you slipped out of his truck. You landed on the crunchy gravel below while using his forearm for support. You gazed up at him when you realized how long you've kept your hand on his body. You cleared your throat and dusted off your jeans.

"Should we get our favorite?" Mathias beamed as the two of you made your way to the ice cream shop. You bit your lip as your chest tightened. Our favorite. It's been a while since you've thought about that.

"I think I'll just get a cookie dough cone," you replied. His smile faltered before he cleared his throat.

"Right - just slipped my mind," he said before stepping up to the stand. The cashier blinked several times before a smile stretched across her face.

"Well I'll be damned - it's (Y/N) and Mattie!" she giggled. You smiled and gave her a small wave.

"Hi, Jill," you said. The brunette woman leaned forward.

"Haven't seen y'all in a hot second," she hummed. You exchanged glances with Mathias and nodded.

"We've just been...busy," you replied. Jill shrugged before she plucked the pencil tucked behind her ear and pulled out her notepad.

"I hear ya. Now, what can I get started for you two lovebirds?" she chirped. Your face instantly swelled with heat while Mathias coughed into his hand.

"Ah, we aren't really together anymore," you explained in a stilted manner. Jill paused and raised a brow.

"Well, either you're together or you're not," she frowned while shifting her gaze between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you squeezed your hands together.

"We aren't," you clarified, not realizing the way Mathias' shoulders slumped at your words. Jill pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

"I see," she said with narrowed eyes. You sighed and looked down at your feet while Mathias ordered his ice cream. "And for you, hon?" Jill asked. You blinked as you gazed back up.

"Oh, um, I'll have a cookie dough cone. One scoop, please," you smiled weakly. You looked over to see Mathias staring at you, only for him to shift his gaze back up at the menu. Jill finished scribbling in her notebook.

"Alright. That'll be $7.35-" Mathias pulled out his credit card in the blink of an eye. Jill laughed at his sudden movement. "Mattie, I wish customers were that eager to pay me," she chuckled before taking his card from him. Mathias laughed nervously and shifted in place.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you whispered while gently nudging his elbow. Mathias shrugged.

"It'd be rude of me not to," he replied. Your cheeks warmed again before Jill came back with your sweet treats.

"Here ya go!" the older woman chirped. Mathias gave her a quick nod as he took the cones from her.

"Danke," he smiled [Thank you].

"Anytime. Y'all have a good night!" she called. You gave her another small wave before the two of you wandered over to one of the wooden picnic tables. You gasped when a string of lights suddenly lit up above the two of you.

"When did they put these in?" you wondered aloud. Mathias hummed as he sat down across from you.

"They must've done it while we were gone," he replied. You smiled as he handed you your cone.

"Prost," the giant man said while holding up his ice cream [Cheers].

"Prost," you repeated with a nod. The two of you began to enjoy your cold treats in the calming summer night: the sound of crickets chirping and cars idly passing by filling the space around you.

"So, other than being an incredible mom and working full-time, what else have you been up to?" your ex piped up before swiping his tongue across his chocolate ice cream. You blushed at his praise as you shifted in your seat.

"Honestly, not much," you sighed while resting your hand on your cheek. Lightning bugs began to dance above your heads as the moon peeked over the horizon. "I never really have time to hang out with friends unless it's planned way ahead of time," you frowned as you watched your ice cream melt inside your half-eaten cone. "And even if I want to do something for myself, it would have to be late at night...which I don't want since I'm so exhausted already," you said. You glanced up to see Mathias' eyes widened in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to give such a depressing answer," you cleared your throat and shifted in your chair. Your ex shook his head.

"It's alright, Maus. I just...I didn't realize just how exhausted you were even with me coming over and watching Emi during my visits," he sighed. An awkward silence lingered between the two of you as you nibbled on the edge of your cone.

"Would it be possible for me to come over more often?" Mathias piped up. You pursed your lips.

"You mean like extending your visiting hours?" you asked. He chuckled nervously and shifted his work boots on the gravel.

"Not exactly..." he said. You knitted your brows as you watched him swallow thickly. His blue eyes pierced right into your soul as he took a deep breath. "(Y/N)...I just wanted to start off by letting you know how thankful I am that you've let me become a part of your and Emi's lives," Mathias began. You set the wrapper from your cone aside as you crossed your legs. Your ex rubbed the fiery five o'clock shadow that sprinkled his jaw as he thought for a moment.

"I just...I was wondering if you'd let things go back to the way they used to be," he said in a more hushed voice. Your eyes widened a little as your lips drew into a tight line.

"Mathias...what are you trying to say?" you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. He swallowed again before parting his lips.

"(Y/N)...would you give us another chance?" he asked. Your jaw dropped as your heart nearly ceased. Time slowed to a standstill as he gazed into your eyes with his own icy blue ones. The same ones that gazed at you across the way at your friend’s wedding. The same ones that held so much warmth in them as the two of you slowly danced in the kitchen. The same ones…that stared at you with pure shock before he left a cold, empty space in your shared bed the next morning.

“M-Mathias….” you breathed as your chest tightened. He gasped and braced his large hand over your upper back when you fell forward, your chest bumping into the edge of the table.

“Maus, are you alright?!” he asked. You could feel your breath quicken as you placed a hand over your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut as the memories all came back to you in a violent, wicked torrent.

“Mathias…I…I don’t know what to say,” you confessed with tears in your eyes. The giant man frowned as he held his breath, his shoulders tense and body stiff. You sighed and wiped at your puffy, tired eyes.

“I…I’m sorry. I just, I just don’t know,” your voice cracked. Mathias’ shoulders fell as he tilted his head down. You blinked as he slid your hand into his and squeezed it. Your face softened a little when you saw tears film over his own eyes, his jaw tight and chest heaving.

“(Y/N), I know what I’ve done to you was horrible,” he started. You shifted towards him as you sniffed. “But I promise you, I will never, ever leave your side again. And I will do all I can to be the best partner to you and papa to Emilie,” Mathias said while brushing his calloused thumb over your knuckles. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

“How do I know you won’t walk out on us again?” you asked with a choked sob. Mathias straightened his posture as he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Maus…please. We both know I've changed," he stated. "The child support payments, the visits - I wasn't just doing that for Emi...I was doing it for you, too,” he confessed. You placed a hand over your mouth as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I understand if you’re hesitant. And if you need time to think, I respect that. But please, if you could just-“ he gasped when you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his body. You buried your face into his wide chest as you choked out a quiet sob. Mathias rubbed your back soothingly while his lips brushed over the crown of your head.

“I-I miss you so much,” you admitted while soaking his shirt with your hot tears. “I miss hearing your laugh shake the walls while we watched movies- a-and the way you’d hold me close in the mornings,” you sobbed. Mathias nodded as the two of you embraced, his breathing shallow as he held you close.

“I missed you, too, mein Hase,” he murmured [my bunny]. He pulled back a little and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as a gentle smile crossed his face. “But we’re here now and that’s what matters,” your love whispered. You sniffed and nodded before pulling him into another hug. You sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair…just like he used to. You sighed as you leaned back, your head spinning as you swallowed thickly.

"Mathias...as much as I want to be with you, I-I think I need to take it one step at a time," you sniffed and wiped your cheeks. "I don't think my heart's ready for something like this again - no yet, at least," you gulped. Mathias nodded slowly as his hands loosened over your smaller form.

"I understand, (Y/N)," he said with a warm, gentle gaze. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing, the feeling of his strong body against yours bringing you at least a little comfort. You felt him squeeze your hands in his again as he tilted his head down.

"And I'll be here for you every step of the way," he beamed with a bright look in his eyes.

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*Lullaby Translation:

Good evening, good night, Watched over by angels In your dreams they’ll show you The Christmas Tree: Sleep sweetly now and blissfully, Behold Paradise in your dreams.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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