#a surprise extra $700.... that's how

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi Headcannons pt 2

Y’all gave so much love, I feel like I had to reward you guys ☺️

Warnings: uhhh same as last time, I guess. I’m too lazy to check what it was, masc4masc relationship

WC: 700

⭒ Vi is a chronic biter. You learned that pretty early in your relationship. And yet, you never know when it’s coming until it’s too late. She would act like she would be leaning in for a kiss…until she bit the closest part of your body; your cheeks, your arm, your ass

“OW— fuck Vi!”

”That didn’t hurt, you're being dramatic.”

⭒ Another cute but annoying thing Vi does is that she fake boxes you. Her fists will never come in contact with your face or body but she still finds it funny. She’ll even make sound effects while doing so. But the second you lightly punch her stomach to get her to stop, it’s the end of the world.

⭒ She cried like a baby when she got her nose pierced. You were with her and by how hard she clutched your hand, you would’ve thought she got shot. You made fun of her the entire time.

”Not only do you have a big ass back tattoo, you also have one on your face.”

“That’s DIFFERENT!”

⭒ Vi’s major changes every few months. She just loves doing new things and will get obsessed with it and unfortunately be bored with it in not too long after. However, she would probably get a degree in business so she could take over Vander’s bar once he decided to retire.

⭒ Sticking with the college theme for a second; you’re known around campus for being chill and somewhat friendly to others. Vi, on the other hand…people think she’s brash and her temper definitely doesn’t help. But people have noticed that when she’s around you, she’ll siphon off your energy and is a lot more pleasant to be around.

⭒ Vi likes kissing you more than actual sex. She’ll still never turn down the offer, but kissing you feels calming to her. After a day of classes or dealing with whatever, it is her favorite way to unwind.

⭒ Vi loves horror movies, and loves when you watch them with her (even if you hate them/are scared easily). Her favorite franchise is probably Friday the 13th but Ghostface is her favorite slasher. The only problem with her watching horror movies is her inability to easily fall asleep afterwards. Normally, it takes her five minutes to be knocked out.

”Cupcake, are you awake?”

”Vi, PLEASE go to sleep.”

⭒ Surprise to no one, she cuts her hair on her own. Every few weeks you’ll find her in the bathroom with scissors and a shaver in hand, trying her best to get her hair looking good. You help her with the back of her head and she appreciates you for that.

⭒ Vi is literally obsessed with you. Her entire camera roll is filled with pictures of you both or just you; pictures she took on dates or just candid ones. Her wallpaper is even one of you, a rare selfie you took and she cherished it as soon as you sent it. Vi even gave you a special ringtone and whenever you text or call her, she can’t help but kick her feet.

⭒ Like everyone, Vi has red flags. But her most noticeable one is that she’s hardheaded. She doesn’t like to listen, especially when she knows thinks she’s right. She will stand on business until she can’t…and when that happens, she’ll come back with her tail between her legs, hoping you’re not too mad at her.

“Hey…are you mad at me?”

”Did you learn your lesson?”

”I did. I’m sorry.”

A little something extra for my black!readers 🫶🏾

⭒ No matter how hard both you and Mel tried to teach her, she nor Jayce still understand Spades. Viktor got it down within thirty minutes, but those two were still clueless. So, you all decided on a more easier game, Uno!

Uno was banned that same night after you two almost broke up and she and Jayce almost got into a fist fight.

⭒ And someone said that Vi would take the fuchsia bonnet with the black headband, and that was totally the one I was talking about (cause I have the same one). She refused to give it back at that point so the only logical solution was to buy another.

[thaltro]

Was there an in-between point of passive! Nightmare’s normal face and Atrophy’s…yknow…. Like, how Atrophy eyeball??

(I’ve been thinking too hard about how Nightwatch versions of crossmare errormare or killer mare shipkids would look like because the design style for is au is just too interesting not to, but there’s the issue of how the hell to project how alien Atrophy looks onto a ship kid. Like, with how cross’ scar is longer and across his face maybe nightwatch incubux would have a row of the “teeth” (from the inside of Atrophy’s pupil) protruding out from across his face. Or a nightwatch tenpatch would have the inside of their left eye have the same design as Atrophy’s face hole.)

Here’s the transition between passive and corruption for atrophy.

Also some of his common faces at the bottom but that’s extra unrelated art

Now Atrophy has no bones or ecto or anything he originally should have. He is just goo, very acidic toxic goo. So if he were to have a baby then that child would probably be incredibly chronically disabled because the goo would eat the organic parts of the child. Atrophy naturally is supposed to present more mold and fleshy like, he just over 700 years now has the resources and practice to shape his body perfect to how he wants it. But a baby wouldn’t so they would look like a uh,, body horror baby. Random sets of teeth in random facial holes and large cysts of painful acid. Small plant like mold growths on their face like whiskers.

An ugly baby most likely. If that baby grew up it would be interesting to see how it looks and develops it’s form.

More realistically Atrophy would kill it as he doesn’t like ugly things, or put it in a little jar in a display case.

Now for shipping

Yk i actually did not write nightwatch with ships in mind believe it or not (with some exceptions). So it was, surprising to say the least when a lot of people talk about ships and nightwatch in my asks. Out of the three ships you mentioned only one is possible? Errormare, but even then Atrophy doesn’t like poor people and they virtually don’t interact. Killer is a slave to Atrophy and Atrophy would rather eat another tree then touch him. and Cross is very much dead (or so how I originally wrote him, but it seems like alot of people want to see cross in nightwatch so uh I’ll consider his life,, I’ll probably bring him back so I guess he’s alive?)

But also in nightwatch, babies are sometimes made through divine intervention. So I guess if creators wanted to fuck with them they would bless the world of nightwatch with a mold baby. Which again atrophy would kill or jar.

Sorry if my reply is a downer, I do enjoy your ideas for design! I think atrophy’s children of they were somehow alive and survived the jar and atrophy- would be a good opportunity for crazy designs like scar teeth (great idea). If they did carry on atrophy’s scar then I think it would be a good metaphor for generational trauma as that scar is just symbolic of his trauma. Idk there’s many interesting ways you can take that and I’m happy you’re thinking about nightwatch.

I do encourage waiting for the comic before shipping because,,,, well there’s a lot of graphic abuse and torture between a lot of characters who are commonly shipped together in the utmv fandom (not just killermare but more). No need to feel bad about this though, I’m not upset and there is no way for you to know that!

Please keep thinking of nightwatcg it makes me happy and I can’t shut up.

[whencyclopedia]

Ancient Celtic Sculpture

The sculpture of the ancient Celts between 700 BCE and 400 CE is nothing if not varied as artists across Europe developed their own ideas and borrowed what interested them from neighbouring cultures. Early Celtic stone and wood sculptures focus on the human form, especially heads. Such works usually represent gods and heroic warrior figures but are often abstract with typical facial features being lentoid eyes, a bulbous nose, and swept-back hair. Animals, both real and imagined, were another favourite subject, especially in miniature form in metal to adorn all manner of objects such as cauldrons, chariots, helmet crests, and jugs. Vegetal designs and swirling complex lines added extra decoration to objects and became a feature that stayed with Celtic art as it developed through the medieval period. Celtic art, in general, has enjoyed a tremendous revival from the 19th century CE up to the present day and many of the motifs which are so quintessentially 'Celtic' have their origins in the artworks produced 2,000 years ago.

Themes

The ancient peoples who spoke the Celtic language occupied territories from Iberia to Bohemia through the 1st millennium BCE and several centuries into the 1st millennium CE. The Celts in any particular area of western and central Europe had no concept they were part of a wider culture with similar approaches to religion and culture. Then, like many other long-lasting cultures, the sculpture of the Celts evolved over time, receiving influences from the cultures in the Near East and the Greeks, Etruscans, Scythians, Thracians and Romans, and, of course, from other Celts. Any treatment of ancient Celtic art is obliged, therefore, to be a general one. A further difficulty is that the Celts left very few written records and so we have no commentaries from the creators themselves on what inspired their art, what their art was intended to represent, or how it was to be used. We must judge Celtic art largely by examining only the art objects themselves and the contexts in which they have been rediscovered.

Despite these problems of definition and study, there are certainly some common themes which are expressed in Celtic sculpture wherever pieces have been found. Further, Celtic art is not restricted to prestige items but is found everywhere from large figure sculptures in stone to the humblest of clothing pins; even such highly functional items as wine flagons and fire-dogs (used to roast meat on) were embellished with ornate heads of animals.

Three subjects stand out as being of particular interest to ancient Celtic sculptors: Gods, warriors, and animals. Sculptures are rarely life-size, but this may be because examples have simply not survived. In addition, it is the head which seems to have captured the Celtic imagination most of all. Heads were considered the containers of the soul and so were especially important in Celtic religion and warfare (where they were collected as trophies). It is not surprising, then, to see the head dominate Celtic sculpture. Human heads, and many of the animals in Celtic art, are typically stylized, they often have swept-back hair, a bulbous nose, and lentoid eyes. Over time, the Celtic love of heads in sculpture seems to have diminished and been replaced by other forms but they are, nevertheless, still seen in engraved areas of other objects where they are surrounded by a camouflage of foliage and linear motifs, often, too, rendered in a highly abstract manner but visible to the trained eye.

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[ellealyssum]

keep my heart warm ✦ zayne x reader ✦ fluff ✦ 700 words

"Nightmare?" He nods, not meeting your gaze. "I didn't want to wake you, so I came out here."

nightmares, insomnia, comfort, zayne needs a hug, zayne secretly likes being called baby, gn!reader

I'm always writing about Zayne comforting you but then I remembered he suffers from nightmares and insomnia and he needs comforting, too. I love him.

also on ao3

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 Waking up cold has to be one of the most annoying feelings in the world. You toss and turn beneath the plush comforter, curling into yourself in a futile attempt to conserve your body heat. The thought of getting up for an extra blanket briefly occurs to you, but you really don't have the energy for that right now. You squint at the alarm clock, the dim red digits reading 02:07. Zayne had said he'd be in bed by midnight. You sigh, bracing yourself for the cold of the outside world and quickly jump out of bed, stuffing your feet into your slippers and wrapping a throw around your shoulders. You didn't want to have to get up, but there was no way you'd be getting to sleep if you had a missing doctor to worry about.

 You're surprised to find him in the kitchen and not his office. He's already in his pyjamas, sat at the kitchen island with a mug of tea, flipping aimlessly through a book. Probably some kind of medical text.

 "Zayne?" His eyes meet yours and you see a flicker of shame in them at being caught.

 "Something wrong?" His voice is slightly hoarse. He sounds tired.

 "Yes." You put on your cutest pout. He may be one of the smartest men in the world, but you knew how to play him like a fiddle when you really needed to. You only leave him hanging for a second, feeling bad at the slight panic you see take hold of him. "I'm missing a certain snowman. The bed is far too cold without him."

 His shaky sigh of relief doesn't escape your notice. "You'd think having a snowman in your bed would only exacerbate the problem." He teases you with ease, because that's what he always does, but you can sense there's something else lurking under the surface.

 "Some may think so." You walk over to him and lean your head against his shoulder. "But this snowman is very special."

 "How so?"

 "He's the only snowman in the whole world that can be warm and cold at the same time." His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly.

 "I'm sorry, love. Why don't you take a heat pack with you and go back to bed? You're tired. I'll be there in a bit."

 "That's what you said three hours ago." You clasp his hand in yours. It's cold, but not uncomfortable. "I won't be able to sleep until you're beside me."

 He pushes his mug away from him with a resigned sigh. It takes him a minute to speak, and you hold his hand patiently.

 "I... lost control. Again." You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. No wonder his hands were cold.

 "Nightmare?" He nods, not meeting your gaze.

 "I didn't want to wake you, so I came out here."

 You let go of his hand and bring your palm to his cheek. You just want him to look at you.

 "I want you to wake me, Zayne." His eyes are tired, but they finally meet yours.

 "You need your rest," he insists. You sigh. Your big, impossible snowman. Always taking care of everyone but himself.

 "So do you." He's about to argue but you don't give him the chance. "You deserve a restful night's sleep, baby." He softens at your use of the pet name you know he secretly loves. You can feel the walls coming down. "Besides, I can't sleep properly without you, anyway. You can wake me up whenever you need if it means you don't leave me all on my lonesome."

 "I just don't want you to get hurt because of me." Just that one little sentence almost rips your heart from your chest.

 "I know, darling. I know it scares you." You run your hands through his hair, trying to soothe him. "But I trust you, more than anyone else in the whole world. And I can't bear to see you in pain. Please, let me help. I want to help you."

 He reaches for your waist, pulling you between his legs and into his embrace. You stroke his back. He doesn't cry, he very rarely ever does. He just takes deep breaths into your shoulder.

 "Okay." His voice is barely a whisper. "I'll try." You can't help but hold him a bit tighter.

 "That's all I could ever ask."

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly | 12 | extra

rafe confronting topper about offering reader a ride

K M S M A S T E R L I S T

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, rafe being pissed off/in denial, also rafe overreacting just a tiny bit (a lot), poor topper just trying to be nice

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 700+

✿ A / N ✿ made this convo initially for myself, so i could grasp more clearly what's going on behind reader's back but i turned it into a little extra scene bc i thought it might be interesting hihi. reading this extra scene is optional, it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

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!!! PLEASE READ PART 12 BEFOREHAND OTHERWISE THIS WON’T MAKE SENSE

!!! IT TAKES PLACE JUST AFTER SCHOOL BUT BEFORE THE LAST BIT OF PART 12

Rafe seriously considered getting out of the car, walking across the parking lot, through the schoolyard, and to the gym just to punch Topper in the face. Maybe Kelce too, just to send a warning for tonight.

Because what the actual fuck were they thinking?

Kelce just... existing with his dumbass face, and fucking Topper, thinking he could just text you and play chauffeur like it was no big deal.

What the hell was that even about?

"We think she's cool?" Yeah, nah, what the actual fuck. The fact that those two idiots had even talked to you in History—and knowing they probably said some dumb shit—holy fuck, it pissed him off in a whole different way.

Not because he saw them as competition or whatever the fuck Topper was trying to imply. Hell no, as if either of them could ever be competition for Rafe. It was just... he seriously didn’t need anyone else getting attached to him. Those two dumbasses were already more than enough.

Fuck, but knowing how much you overthought everything and got yourself worked up over random bullshit, you were probably taking this as some kind of sign or whatever. Like, maybe you—okay, no, whatever, how the fuck was he supposed to know what was going on in your head?

Shit, Rafe just didn’t want you to get any stupid ideas, that was all.

He wasn’t looking for another girl glued to his ass. Running into Ruthie and Gracie today had been more than enough reminders of how fucking annoying girls could be.

Yeah, sure, okay, you weren’t some loudmouthed bitch — that much was obvious.

And honestly, that pissed him off even more because he didn’t get you. He couldn't figure you out. You were so damn closed-off, it was impossible to tell what the hell you were thinking about him or anything in general.

So, Rafe didn’t try to bait you with dirty jokes or bullshit for no reason — he was trying to push you, trying to get something out of you, anything that might reveal what was actually going on inside your head.

But today, you’d surprised him.

The way you'd stayed cool when Ruthie decided to start running her mouth. You hadn't reacted in some cringy, overcompensating girl shit, and also hadn't hit her with some long-ass emotional speech like you’d done with him with before.

Nah, he’d actually wanted to pull out his phone and snap a picture of Ruthie’s dumbass face when you shut her down.

And the fact that Ruthie even thought she could come at you like that had him fucking pissed and he didn’t even know why.

Grinding his teeth, Rafe scrubbed a hand down his face and through his hair (at home, he def needed a line before the party).

Fuck. Speaking of Ruthie and girl bullshit—

Ruthie already having called you 'his new girlfriend'? Fucking annoying. The fact she’d spread that shit all over the party? Rafe already wanted to blow his brains out.

And then fucking Topper on top of that.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, okay, Rafe had to admit you were cool.

You weren’t annoying, you weren’t clingy, you weren’t some fake-ass bitch. Sometimes you even made him laugh harder than his own idiot friends. And most importantly: you knew when to shut the hell up but weren’t scared to snap back if someone deserved it.

But just because Rafe tolerated you—okay, what the actual fuck, just no. Seriously, why the hell did he even need to justify that to anyone?

Topper could kiss his ass. Ruthie too. And Kelce anyway.

You were chill to be around. No more, no less.

And if anyone had shit to say about it tonight—fuck it, they could catch hands.

And you? The way you'd stood up to Ruthie today had earned you a solid plus in Rafe’s book. Just thinking about the way you'd shut her up almost made him forget about what had just pissed him off.

So yeah, screw it, then Rafe will be the one driving you to the party tonight. He didn't want you whining about it later when you'd find out Topper was picking up Ruthie's gang instead.

And if that kicked off some overthinking bullshit in your head, he’d fix it real quick with a few shots at Kelce's—and if that didn’t work, well, he still had a little baggie of nice powder tucked away and Kelce always had some weed in storage.

Yeah, the more Rafe thought about it, the more he liked the idea of finally dragging you out of that weird-ass, overthinking brain of yours and seeing how you'd act without it.

Shit, maybe he'd have a whole lot of fun at Kelce's shitty-ass party just by seeing this task as a little challenge. Maybe he might even stick to your side, if only just to see you pull that dumbass look out of Ruthie’s face again.

And honestly, in this very moment, out of all these shitty people, Rafe fucked with you the most anyway.

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xvi. are you still the same?

(wc: 700-ish)

while you were dating suna rintarou, you kept a mental note about all the things you found interesting about him. you knew he liked his coffee sweet, not bitter. you knew he hated using the salonpas patches but put them on before training anyway. you knew he liked his jelly fruit sticks better when cold. you knew how much he talked in his sleep. you knew he could tie his sister's hair (not just in a ponytail). you knew he disliked stuffed toys and would kick them off your bed whenever you visited the beach house.

"i feel like i'm being stared at," he told you one night.

so it's your surprise that he texts you he's at a pop-up store, filled to the brim with beady-eyed stuffed toys, next in line at the counter. you patiently wait for him outside, watching as kids and teens and their parents flit in and out of the shop. you begin to wonder how much he's changed since college.

suna's with you after five minutes. "did you wait long?" he asks.

"not really," you reply. your eyes are suddenly drawn to the paper bag in his hand, the image of him handing it to his girlfriend back home briefly passes your mind. "what do you want?" you then ask, and suna becomes internally confused when he senses a slight sting in your tone.

he nods towards your feet, "let me see."

suddenly feeling self-conscious, you try to shift his attention to something else and step back. "what? no," you brush him off, playing it cool, "i'm fine. let's just go back." he raises a brow in disapproval yet says nothing more when you begin to walk ahead of him.

but it’s a little difficult for suna to ignore how stubborn you’re being, wincing slightly when he catches sight of the red patch behind your ankles. “doesn’t it hurt?” you hear him say from behind you.

“no.” your plain response drives him to roll his eyes at you, “why in the world would you wear shoes that don’t fit?” there's a little judgment in his tone, similar to when he found out you liked your americano with three extra shots of espresso on your fifth date; underneath it all, you knew that it was because he was just too shy to show that he cared.

you puff air out of your cheeks instead of giving him a verbal answer. two beats pass and suna decides he’s finally had enough.

you’re caught off-guard when suna pulls you back by the elbow, your shoulder brushing lightly against his arm. you open your mouth to say that you're fine and he's overreacting, but he doesn't let you.

instead, he shoves the paper bag in your hands before stepping around you. this effectively shuts you up, and you watch as suna goes off the sidewalk and makes for the convenience store behind you.

it doesn't take long before he returns bringing a small plastic bag with him this time.

suna stretches his arm out towards you, telling you to take it, simultaneously reaching back for the paper bag. you accept it with thanks, but your eyes still flicker towards his with hesitance.

he tilts his head to the side, the corner of his lip quirking up in amusement. "what? do you need me to put it on for you too?" he teases, prompting you to pull the plastic further away from him even if he makes no move to grab it.

you deny how your heart skips a beat and mask your feelings with a sarcastic smile. "you read me so well," you say, opening the box of bandaids. in response, suna puts his hands up in mock surrender, "be worried if i don't."

he watches you intently, snickering when you make an offhanded comment about his design choice. "snoopy? seriously?" you rip the white paper off the adhesive at once, "you couldn't have gotten the transparent ones?"

when you're finished, you pack the bandaids into your bag before continuing your walk with suna. your ankles still sting but the pain is manageable with the bandaids.

"didn't know you and reiko still talked," suna muses after a few moments of silence. he notices the little smile that paints your lips at the mention of his younger sister, "yeah, we do."

you then turn your head to him with your brows furrowed, but look away just as quickly, "she didn't tell you?"

"nope," he answers, popping the 'p'.

you catch his attention when a small laugh escapes you. "good girl," you hum. suna rolls his eyes at this—you know he knows that you're deliberately withholding information about your topics with his sister—but a smile similar to yours graces his lips nonetheless.

"'she's a brat' is what you mean."

"wonder where she gets that from."

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[skellseerwriting]

Summer Heat

Balor x Gn!Reader

(fyi I’m opening up a new taglist for Balor so lemme me know if you wanna get tagged for future Balor fics by me!)

Word Count: 700

Content & Warnings: slightly suggestive?, mainly just reader thirsting over Balor, some pining

Summary: During the summer heat, you become entranced by Balor as he ties his hair up

Directly inspired by this fanart by @musubiki and this fanart by @wyviun!

The heat of the summer coated the air like a thick, hot blanket you couldn’t escape. It buzzed and sizzled around you in waves. The fiery feeling coated your throat and dried it out while simultaneously drenching you in sweat.

Trudging your way over the bridge past your farm, you headed to Balor’s cart to view his wares for the day. He was already there, like he usually was in the mornings. To your slight annoyance, the heat didn’t seem to get to him nearly as much as he leaned back against the sign post. You could say he was cool in more ways than one. Still, you didn’t fail to notice the subtle perspiration that dotted his forehead.

Balor’s calm gaze glanced to you as you approached the cart to browse. He was silent, which was surprising. Most mornings he would flamboyantly announce and display the new items he had. It was probably the hot air getting to him. You hoped.

But, while attempting to view the goods, your sight kept trailing off to look at him in the corner of your eye. Yes, you saw it better now.  That sweat you had previously seen was coating him in a thin sheen. Some droplets trailed down his bare arms, across his open chest, and over his textured scar; lightly clinging his summer shirt to his skin.

Your chest felt tight.

Upon further glance, he actually did appear to experience some discomfort from the heat as he nonchalantly brushed the back of his hair away from his neck before it clung right back to the skin. His breath seemed to come a little heavier than usual.

The summer climate made you swallow thickly out of thirst.

Completely forgetting about any possible purchases, you watched with uncontrolled fascination as he pulled a navy band out of his pocket. Facing forward, cool with confidence, he slipped it between his lips. He raised his arms; elbows poking forward. A squeak may have escaped you. The shift of the fabric was audible as it strained against the movement, and he brought his hands back to sift his hair through his fingers. Meticulously, he pulled it back in handfuls, and soft, velvety sections flowed forward as they fell out of his hold.

You wanted to run your fingers through those strands.

Still oblivious to your now-completely-obvious staring, Balor’s chin continued to touch his chest as he worked on gathering as much hair as he could. His eyelashes nearly brushed his cheeks. Everything around you seemed to disappear as you focused on the shifting of his muscles while he reached down to grab the hairband out of his mouth.

Your eyes may have spent an extra second there.

Letting out a long, even exhale, Balor straightened his posture. Taking his time, his fingers spread out wide to pull the band around the bunched up hair. It was mesmerizing to watch as he rhythmically switched back and forth tying it with his hands; twisting it in loops and pulling it through again. Standing up straight, his shoulders looked broader as he yanked the hair in two different directions to tighten it to his scalp. A few more tiny pieces fell out from his bangs and draped against his forehead. Roughly half his hair didn’t make it in, but how it looked with the other half being tied back made you think some half-baked thought about how the summer heat wasn’t the only thing getting to you and burning your face up.

Hands lax on his hips and content with his hair (mostly) out of his face, Balor’s eyes turned sideways and saw you. The look on your face must have been obvious, because the eye nearest to you closed and he gave a charming smile.

“Something caught your eye?”

Flustering even more, you blatantly turned your attention back to the cart and the goods in it. You snatched up an item without even looking.

“Just needed some clay okay thanks bye!”

You shoved the tesserae in his hands and sprinted into town before he had the chance to say anything.

Smiling to himself, Balor looked down at the hastily-given currency he was holding.

In the midst of the brain-frying summer heat, you had grabbed a sea shell.

[berberriescorner]

Sparkle and Joy✨♥️🎄

Character: Husband!Kofi Siriboe x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 700+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The gentle glow of the Christmas lights twinkled through the window, casting a warm ambiance in the bedroom. You lay nestled under the covers, feeling the comfort of the soft sheets and the warmth of your husband, Kofi, beside you. The soft sounds of the world waking up outside mixed with the scent of ginger and spice that lingered in the air.

You stirred awake, stretching your limbs and feeling the slight chill in the room. Kofi’s presence beside you brought a smile to your face as you turned to see him still asleep, his mouth slightly ajar. He looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the busy holiday season.

Just as you were about to slip back into a slumber, you felt the bed shift and a light brush against your cheek. “Hey, love,” Kofi murmured, his voice rich and deep as he blinked his eyes open, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “I was beginning to think I’d have to wake you up myself.”

“Mmm, I was enjoying the dream where I got to sleep in,” you replied, grinning back at him.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But first, you need to get up. I’m pretty sure Santa wouldn’t approve of us still being in bed at this hour.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully. “Oh, is that how it works? I thought he liked to reward good girls who sleep in.”

“Good girls get surprises,” he teased, nudging you gently. “Be a good girl for ya husband, love. Come on, get your fine ass up.”

With a reluctant sigh, you threw the covers off and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. The chill of the floor met your feet, and you shivered slightly. “Okay, I’m up. What’s this surprise you’ve got?”

Kofi’s smile widened as he stood and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “First, let’s get some coffee brewing. After that, I promise I’ll reveal the surprise.”

As you both made your way to the kitchen, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filled the air, blending perfectly with the scent of pine from the tree nearby. You poured two mugs, taking a moment to breathe in the festive atmosphere before turning to Kofi.

“Alright, what’s this surprise you’ve been teasing?” you asked, playfully nudging him.

He leaned against the counter, a charming smirk on his face. “Remember those earrings you’ve been talking about for months? The ones you kept saying you didn’t want to splurge on?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Kofi, you didn’t!”

“Open your gift,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he reached behind the coffee maker and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box.

You took the box from him, feeling a rush of warmth. “You got me something?”

“Of course! You deserve it. Open it!” he urged, leaning closer.

You carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a stunning pair of gold earrings that glimmered in the soft light. “Oh my gosh, Kofi! These are beautiful! I can’t believe you got these for me!”

“Only the best for my queen,” he said, stepping closer and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “You deserve to shine, especially during the holidays.”

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter of emotions as you met his gaze. “Thank you. You always know how to make me feel special.”

“Let me help you put them on,” he said, his playful smile returning as he gently took the earrings from your hand.

As he fastened the earrings, his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “Now, how about we make some holiday memories?” Kofi suggested, his voice teasing. “I’ve got some hot chocolate and a special breakfast planned.”

“Hot chocolate and breakfast? You’re spoiling me today,” you laughed, feeling the warmth spread through you.

“Only because I know how much you love waffles,” he winked, leaning in for another kiss. “And I might have made them extra special this time.”

“Extra special, huh? You’re going to have to give me all the details,” you replied, smirking.

“Let’s just say I added a little something to the batter,” he teased, pulling away and heading toward the kitchen.

You followed him, excitement bubbling in your chest as you imagined the cozy morning ahead. The two of you spent the rest of the morning wrapped in laughter, love, and delicious waffles, making memories that would last a lifetime.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

Tagging some lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @percosim

@1andonlytashae @sheabuttahwrites @sunshine-flower

@amorestevens @prettyyybrownroundd @novaniskye

[lilacura]

L-O-V-E | Huh Yunjin

pairing: yunjin x reader

>wc: 700

sypnosis: Misunderstandings cause doubts but love always has its ways.

You woke up alone in your dorm room, rolling over with a sleepy smile ready to greet Yunjin, only to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. Furrowing your brow, you sat up and glanced around but saw no note or sign of where she could be.

"Yunjin?" you called out tentatively, getting no reply but the echo of silence in response. A sinking feeling started in your stomach as you grabbed your phone, seeing it was Valentine's Day but no messages from your girlfriend.

After getting dressed in a lonely daze, you ventured out onto campus hoping to find her. Spotting her talking to friends in the quad, you hurried over only to freeze in your tracks as Yunjin glanced over, eyes meeting yours briefly before flitting away with no smile or greeting. A polite nod was all she offered before turning back to her conversation, leaving you feeling hollow.

Classes dragged on endlessly as you watched the clock, sending Yunjin texts that went unanswered. By lunchtime despair was setting in, thoughts running wild about what could have gone wrong. Picking at your food alone, you started to lose hope for the holiday.

Making your way across campus after your last class, head bowed low, you nearly walked right past the secluded rose garden without noticing the splashes of color amongst the green. A flash of familiar laughter caught your attention and you looked up, gasping softly at the scene before you.

Roses, carnations and baby's breath decorated elegantly around a checkered picnic blanket, upon which sat a bountiful assortment of food. And in the middle, holding a single rose, was Yunjin beaming brighter than the sun.

"Surprise!" she greeted, rushing over to take your hands in hers. "Happy Valentine's Day baby, I'm so sorry about this morning. I wanted our valentines date to be extra special." You could only stare dumbly as she cupped your cheek.

"Forgive me? I love you," Yunjin breathed, eyes shining with remorse and adoration. At those words, your heart swelled back to full capacity, doubts melting away as you threw your arms around her neck.

"I love you too," you whispered into her ear, feeling complete once more in her embrace.

Pulling back from the embrace, Yunjin met your gaze with a tender smile. One hand came up to gently cup your cheek as her forehead pressed against yours. You lost yourself in the depths of her sparkling eyes, lungs forgetting how to breathe for a moment.

Closing the tiny distance between you, Yunjin pressed her lips against yours in a kiss both chaste yet searing with emotion. Your eyes fluttered shut on instinct, everything around you fading away until there was nothing but the two of you, and this moment of reconnection.

Her kiss held the apologies and affection of the morning, the joy of reunion, and assurances of her enduring love for you alone. You kissed her back just as fervently, pouring your own heart into the kiss to say 'I forgive you' and 'I love you too'.

When you finally parted for air, Yunjin sighed your name against your lips, making you shiver at the pure devotion in her tone. Keeping your faces close, you opened your eyes to find her smiling so wide it lit up her entire being. At that beautiful sight, all traces of earlier doubt and worry vanished like they had never existed at all.

Yunjin stole a few more fleeting brushes of lips before taking your hand in hers once more. "Come, let's finish our picnic before the sun goes down." And with her hand securely holding yours, your heart swelled with certainty that this Valentine's Day ended up perfect after all.

a/n: this is so late im so sorry I had a calculus final

[jiriwoos]

୨୧ sweet surprise

- pairing: soft dom! jiho x f. reader

- contents: birthday lingerie surprise, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, body worship, established relationship

- a.n: for jiho day!! wc: ~700

MINORS DNI

jiho’s not expecting much when he gets home. maybe takeout and a quiet movie night — that’s more your style anyway. but when he opens the door and hears nothing but soft music and the low flicker of candlelight coming from the bedroom, he pauses.

and then he sees you.

sprawled across the bed, legs crossed and lips parted, wearing the prettiest pale pink lingerie he’s ever seen — sheer, lacy, barely-there. like a present he doesn’t even know how to unwrap.

“happy birthday,” you say, all soft and sweet.

his mouth goes dry. “you… you planned this?”

you sit up slowly, letting the light hit your curves just right. “mmhm. thought my birthday boy deserved something a little extra this year.”

he’s already toeing off his shoes, crossing the room like he’s in a daze. when he reaches the edge of the bed, he just stands there for a second, looking at you like he can’t quite believe it.

“can i touch you?”

you nod, smiling. “you can do whatever you want to me tonight.”

and it’s like something clicks. he kisses you slowly, hands roaming over the delicate fabric, like he’s afraid it’ll fall apart under his fingers. and then he’s easing you onto your back, kneeling between your thighs like he’s worshipping you.

“fuck,” he breathes, dragging his fingers over the lace between your legs. “you’re already wet.”

“been thinking about you all day,” you whisper, voice barely there.

he doesn’t make you wait. pushes the fabric to the side, kisses the inside of your thigh, and then lowers his mouth to your heat like it’s instinct.

he moans the second he tastes you. sucks your clit gently between his lips, licks slow and deep, fingers sliding into you like he’s done it a hundred times — like he knows exactly what you need.

you’re gasping, thighs trembling, his name slipping past your lips in a shaky breath.

“that’s it, baby,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “just like that. let me take care of you.”

and when you come, back arching and fingers in his hair, he doesn’t stop. not right away. just slows down, soft kisses between your legs as you come down.

he presses one last kiss to your thigh, then looks up at you, eyes glassy and full of want.

“my turn?”

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[akutasoda]

Could I request a PM! Dazai/Chuuya/Akutagawa x F! Reader who’s sort of like a parental figure but more of a wine aunt-type figure, I guess. She’s someone who’s blunt and rude, almost condescendingly, like she doesn’t care if she hurts someone’s feelings, but in a more “lady-like” manner. She’s someone with immaculate taste and wisdom beyond her years, so she serves as like a guardian angel of sorts just with a glass of wine and cigarette in her hands, plus she has that sort of sophistication with her mixed with a 1950’s style.

wine and wisdom

synopsis - how are they with a wine-aunt type of figure

includes - 15!dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

warnings - fem!reader, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol, fluff, wc - 700

taglist - @vi-chan07

osamu dazai ★↷

↪back when he first joined the mafia, he net you within a couple of days after mori would drop him off in your presence if he had to leave. he wasn't exactly surprised that you were slightly condescending and spoke your mind with little regard.

↪in honesty, he actually preferred it when mori left him under your supervision. you're blunt nature was more than tolerable and he enjoyed watching you offend people and not care how much you're words hurt them - yet still acting very 'lady-like'

↪he absolutely admired how wise and intelligent you were across a variety of things. you always answered his questions and would sometimes give him advice which he would willingly listen to. his favourite part was when you'd openly criticise mori himself.

↪he was never a fashion person but could admit you had a very stunning taste in clothes. if you ever tried to offer him a change in clothes he'd politely decline. he also never minded that you always seemed to have a glass of wine with you.

↪when he left the port mafia, you'd probably be someone that he'd think of. however, in some reality he wouldn't leave the port mafia - then he would still look to you for advice. but in both scenarios, you would be someone he admired through his childhood.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪when he first saw you it was in a passing in a hallway and he immediately mistook you for kouyou. he would do a doubletake ablnd realise you were a completely different person. ironically, kouyou introduced him properly to you the following week.

↪he would still be in the first couple of weeks of being in the port mafia when he properly met you, so he was quite taken back by how blunt you were when you addressed him. not hesitating to find something about him to criticise.

↪as kouyou promised him, he got used to it - although to this day he could still be surprised by how straightforward you could be. in some way he actually admired how little you cared for how your words affected people because most of the time you were only telling the truth.

↪another thing he could admire about you was wise you were. he could come to you with any question or query and you would give him a solution or answer. your intelligence was something he strived to gain.

↪as he grew up with you around, he kind of derived his taste from you - or you atleast influenced his style. he would note that you always had immaculate sense of style, an older style but you always pulled off all your outfits.

↪when he thought back to it, he couldn't actually recall a time where he didn't see you with a glass of wine or a cigarette... even if you engaged in a battle...

ryūnosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪akutagawa mainly only got very few interactions with you when he first joined the mafia, each and every one was because dazai would seek you out and he'd follow. to him it seemed like dazai liked you and so naturally he wanted to know you.

↪it never went unnoticed to him that you always carried around a glass of wine or such but he didn't care. he aslo didn't really care for how you dressed, your sophisticated style seemed extra to him but that didn't mean he wouldn't admit it worked.

↪he could see why dazai looked up to you. your wisdom truly held no bounds and akutagawa would start copying dazai in asking you questions that you always had answers to.

↪additionally when he first met you, he felt quite insulted when you noticed him and started really letting your thoughts run wild. he quickly came to get used to how blunt and rude you could be. your condescending tone eventually becoming normal to hear.

↪even know a part of him held admiration toward you - not as much as held for dazai but it was close. to this day you still held a rude word toward anyone and had that same olden style that worked flawlessly accompanied by your glass of wine.

[maximotts]

Thinking about Natasha picking Wanda up by her thighs, which of course makes Wanda squeak, and leaning her against a wall but they’re both smiling too wide to properly make out (and Wanda is nose scrunching)

don't look at me I'm weak for overly excitable subby Nat-

civil war era!WandaNat ⁘ 700 words ⁘ no cws needed for this besides Natasha using her strength to be a clingy cutiepie

"Stop it, wait-!"

Being lifted so suddenly had Wanda throwing her arms around her girlfriend, clumsily grasping at Natasha for balance. She barely had enough time to manage that small motion before her back hit the wall, the redhead quickly surging forward to smash her lips into Wanda's.

Nat was uncharacteristically eager, having sped through the halls upon hearing of Wanda's return from her most recent mission. It'd taken a week longer than planned, Wanda's persistent nature keeping her away until she tracked down everyone involved with HYDRA's newest branch.

She couldn't fault her for the extra work, would be a blatant hypocrite to do so, but it didn't change how much she'd missed her while she was away.... Natasha didn't think she'd ever been so impatient to see someone in her entire life. "You're back."

"Mhm..." After every mission there was a debrief; Steve was surely wondering what was keeping Wanda who typically arrived early just to avoid being late— if he asked Natasha would give an excuse faster than Wanda could open her mouth. Or maybe she'd tell the truth: her teammate cornered her with a barrage of kisses.

Natasha was more than strong enough to hold her girlfriend without effort, gripping her thighs almost desperately as she nipped at her lips, but Wanda's giggles were contagious and as they grew, Nat's own bubbled up in sync. "What's so funny, Maximoff?"

Wanda's face was painfully soft as Nat pulled back, grinning down at her captor with a kiss-swollen mouth, "I just didn't expect such a warm welcome, especially right here in the halls from Miss Romanoff herself."

"Yeah well, I'm full of surprises..." She kept her trapped, resting her chin on Wanda's chest and matching her bright smile. "We can't assign you anymore missions this long without me and you're on paid leave for the next three days, welfare issues."

"Welfare, huh?" Tired fingers carded through Nat's long hair, brushing through the thick waves before guiding her head to lay against her. "But I'd hate to miss out on something important-"

"But nothing. As your superior, I've already decided." Wanda did need the field experience, but she was a quick learner and as soon as she'd proven herself as a valuable asset to the team she'd be sent out every chance they got.

It was a purely selfish move to keep Wanda back, but when she closed her eyes and focused in on the soft thrum of the brunette's heartbeat under her ear, the back of her hand sweetly brushing over her blushed cheek, Natasha couldn't talk herself out of doing it. "Missed you, Wands...."

"Poor thing, did you miss me? I left you alone too long?" Nat nodded as the other woman kissed the crown of her head and Wanda melted, cooing over her girlfriend's honesty. Such vulnerability was a treasured thing, raw, unguarded, allowing Wanda to see all her softest spots.

Nat hummed, savoring the joy of her girlfriend's comforting words. She couldn't stop smiling which was rare, but Wanda wouldn't complain a bit, "My giddy girl... I'll always come home to you, no matter what."

"I wish you'd come to bed with me." The confession was mumbled and yet Wanda hear it all the same, her gentle chide in the form of a slight hair tug confirmed it.

Finally Wanda began to squirm, attempting to wiggle away to no avail. "It's the middle of the day! I do have to do some work to do before my forced vacation. At least to tell Steve how everything went."

"You're back safe, that's all that matters right now." Nat let Wanda off the wall, but didn't put her down, securing long legs about her waist before heading back down the hallway— towards their shared room, completely opposite to the elevators leading down to the offices. "Just tell him we needed a private check in first."

"Oh, I am not rewarding this kidnapping!" The struggle was futile, even without the shared laughter weakening Wanda's strength, and after a short message through FRIDAY from Nat warning their teammates not to disturb them during their 'recovery time' Wanda could only hope everyone forgave her for taking the rest of the day to tend to her tenacious girlfriend.

[another-lost-mc]

candy prompts: barbatos + sweet + spicy (extra mild)

you've been a nuisance since the moment barbatos met you, and he can't tell whether it's destiny or your own stubborn nature that keeps bringing you together.

pairing: barbatos x angel!reader

content: mostly sfw (slightly suggestive towards the end). light angst because barbatos is in denial about his feelings. (he really should know better)

word count: 700

a/n: this is from a barbatos x angel!reader wip in my drafts.

"You need to leave." Barbatos opened his bedroom door and gestured stiffly with his arm in his attempt to usher you away as quickly as possible.

You stood from the edge of his bed and took a hesitant step forward, but your eyes narrowed as they drank in his expression, searching for the truth in his words and finding none.

It surprised him when you closed the door instead of walking through it, and within an instant you crowded him against the rough wood that scraped gently against his back. He should've anticipated this—you've always been so stubborn. His chest burned with warmth when you leaned forward, pressing against him and daring him to do something about it.

He knew he could push you away if he wanted to, but he couldn't. Perhaps he was destined to lose this battle with you from the very start.

"I don't believe you," you scoffed. "You can't even lie to yourself, so how do you expect me to believe that's what you truly want?"

He hated that you were right. He looked away because his eyes betrayed the feelings he tried to ignore for so long. He craved your company because he bloomed in your presence like a wilted garden rejuvenated by the warmest light of the sun. He refused to touch you in the most innocent ways because every time he did, it was harder to let go. He couldn't lie to you anymore because he knew if he opened his mouth, the truth would tumble from his lips. He was already damned to his fate—he didn't want his love to condemn you to a life of darkness too.

You made him weak in the most impossible ways, sneaking through all the barriers he put in place to keep you at arm's reach. How could he deny you when your body felt so good against his own, with your soft feathered wings that surrounded him like a loving embrace? Your little puffs of breath fanning against his chin smelled sweet of fruit wine and the cake he made for dessert tonight. It wasn't a coincidence he made your favourite, adjusting the sweetness and flavour to your tastes. When he found you earlier, perched expectantly on his bed because you knew he was trying to hide from you, lust coursed through his veins. He spent so many nights dreaming of your body, naked and trembling between his sheets.

He tried to tell himself his attraction to you was one-sided, easily dismissed and discarded when you eventually left him for the realm of light once more. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist you. He was enamored. Bewitched. Possessed. Powerless to fight against the devious threads of fate that keep him attached to you.

He's not sure how much time has passed, lost in his thoughts and captivated by the way your eyes darken as they stare into his. The silence that settled over you both feels suffocating, thick with tension and so many words unsaid. Perhaps he didn't need to speak at all—the bony wings above his ears fluttered excitedly on their own accord, and he was powerless to control them. How long have they reacted to your presence this way? How long has his tail been wrapped around your leg, squeezing gently as if to remind you that no matter what lies he tells himself, he can't possibly let you go?

The fire in your knowing gaze sears him to the bone, but your smile is sweet and genuine. "I'm not afraid of my feelings for you."

"You should be," he warns, voice gritty and throat dry as his hands settle hesitantly on your waist, neither pulling or pushing you, but keeping you in place. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself if you don't leave now."

But you've always been full of surprises, and he gasps when you nudge against his cheek with your nose and kiss the delicate skin below his ear. "Is that a promise?"

read more: halloween 2023 masterlist || obey me masterlist

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.11)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook’s sick but he’s also stubborn, but you make sure to take care of him otherwise 😊

word count: 700

a/n: another boyfriend drabbles is out hehehe ❤️

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

“babe, lay back down now,” you put on your stern face and commanding voice but jungkook doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest.

“i swear i’ll be fine, in fact-“ your boyfriend launches into a fit of coughs as he wheezes at the end.

“yeah, i don’t think you’ll be fine,” you cross your arms as jungkook waves you off while choking on air.

“jagi, the gym will help me get better,”

he’s really trying to convince you that going to the gym and working out will make his high fever, sore throat, cough and runny nose better.

“come on, let’s lay back down in bed, i’ll give you a massage and play with your hair,” you entice your sniffling, coughing boyfriend who’s barely holding himself up.

“but i don’t need a massage, i need to go to the gym,”

jungkook is stubbornly whining, and you don’t know how to tell the man in front of you that sleeping it off and resting in bed is the best way for him to recover.

after bickering back and forth, jungkook manages to convince you to let him go to the gym, you don’t even know how but with how stubborn he is, it isn’t surprising he got what he wanted.

but on one condition, he doesn’t drive his car or motorcycle there.

your boyfriend reluctantly agrees.

——

it’s been thirty minutes since you left from sending jungkook over to the gym, handing him some painkillers and an extra bottle of water before you head back home.

your focused on stirring the soup in the pot, reheating it so that when your boyfriend comes home, he can finally actually recover.

meanwhile poor jungkook is at the gym, suffering and regretting not listening to his girlfriend’s words.

he hisses as his head begins to throb, despite having taken the last two painkillers in the packet.

you may not be there to witness jungkook’s pain and despair, but you won’t be surprised if a phone call from your sick boyfriend comes in the next twenty minutes, asking you to pick him up because he doesn’t feel too well.

ring

ring

there it is.

“yes baby?”

you smile over the phone, ready to hear the “i’m sorry you were right, i feel even shittier than before,” from him

but what comes out from the other end of the phone is a sad, sulky:

“jagi, can you pick me up please,”

your heart wrenches hearing his voice, you tell him to sit down and wait for you at the reception

——

when you pull into the driveway and enter the building, there sits jungkook, at the corner on the benches with his head buried into his hands.

poor thing, you quickly approach him to get him back into the car.

“hi baby, i’m here,” you whisper as you bend down slightly to meet his slumped figure.

you’re met with those watery bambi eyes, slightly red probably from his high fever.

“jagi,” your boyfriend whines with a hoarse voice, as he wraps his arms around your waist, his lower body still on the seat of the bench.

you ruffle his hair in sympathy as he continues to hold onto you, whining incoherent words as he buries his face into your torso.

“come on, let’s get you to the car, i have a blanket in there for you,” jungkook stands up shakily, and you sigh seeing his faltering state.

it takes you a little longer than usual to get jungkook into the car considering he was fully leaning his whole weight on you, unable to stand up on his own.

luckily for him there’s a reclined passenger seat with a blanket in the car waiting for him.

——

“lay down,” you instruct him again, this time jungkook complies with your orders, physically too weak to even reply.

you sigh once more as you place a fever patch on his forehead,

“ah-“ jungkook slightly hisses upon the sudden cold contact.

“ m’sorry baby, it’ll make your fever go down soon ‘kay?” you peck your lips in between his eyes.

your boyfriend sleepily nods his head, eyes slowly shutting as you tuck him under the blankets.

——

[moominbuge]

27 Dresses

⋆⭒˚.⋆always the bridesmaid, never the bride...⋆⭒˚.⋆

In which you're a chronic bridesmaid and a lover of weddings, and Ellie is a love-repulsed wedding reporter who works for a newspaper.

a/n- hiii guys i wrote up this first part today, i honestly don't know how long it will take me to write more oops but trust i want to! lowkey my first post on tumblr so if this flops </3 this part is around 700 words and is mainly just intro...actual interaction soon to come! love u mean it

You were running so, so late.

On most days, your agenda was booked and followed down to the very seconds of the day.

7AM- wake up

7:05AM- get in shower

7:20AM- exit shower, brush teeth

7:22AM- get dressed

7:27AM- start coffee maker

7:30AM- drink coffee and try not to regret your decisions thus far

You get the idea.

Today, however, you were running late. Your alarm failed to sound at 7, so you were late to the shower, which made you late to have your coffee, and so on.

On top of that, your heavenly, brown-leather-bound agenda was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the absolute end of the world, since you basically have your schedule memorized for the next year and a half, but it was like losing your security blanket. You felt exposed. Empty, almost.

After throwing on a somewhat-acceptable outfit for your office assistant job, you swallowed your last sip of coffee before bolting out the wooden door of your apartment and down the street towards the bus stop. If you could run fast enough, you would make it just in time-

The bus closes its doors and departs, with you still standing outside.

Fuck.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Ellie woke up on the right side of the bed. Her morning meeting with the editor of her newspaper column was cancelled, allowing her to get an extra 30 minutes of sleep. When she visited her usual coffee shop to get her iced chai, they gave her a croissant on the house. She had not felt this refreshed and energized in years!

And, best of all, she felt the weight of a little leather-bound agenda in her work bag.

The night before, she was attending a friend from college’s wedding. She was surprised when the wedding invite arrived in her mailbox, since she hadn’t spoken to this girl since undergrad, but she RSVP’d nonetheless. What, who was she to turn down an open bar and the opportunity to watch a potential bridezilla/bridesmaid meltdown?

Anyways, she showed up in a nice, collared shirt and some black dress pants that were in the back of her closet. As she sipped on her whiskey and waved at some old friends, she saw something that caught her eye.

Or, rather, someone.

You, in a god-awful bridesmaid dress (seriously, what happened to neutral tones and simple silhouettes? Are bridesmaid dresses that bad to ensure that the bride looks the best?), rushing towards the exit, nearly tripping in your heels. Intrigued, she sets her glass down, and begins to sneak away outside behind you.

 “Ok, here is the deal. I’ll pay you $300 to drive me around all night, but if you peak into the backseat, I’ll drop it by $20-“ she overheard you talking to a taxi driver, reaching down to rip off your heels. The driver nods, begins to speak, but you cut him off- “Nope, I’m not changing that rule. I just need you to take me back and forth between these venues.”

You throw yourself into the backseat when the cabbie nods, and Ellie watches, amused. Who is this girl? Aren’t you the maid of honor?

You, in the backseat of the cab, begin pulling out another brightly-colored dress as the cab peels off. Ellie scoffs as she watches, before heading back inside.

You make your return just in time for your maid of honor speech that follows cocktail hour. Ellie, still stanced near the bar, watches you smooth down your dress and take the mic, gushing about how much you love the bride, how you grew up together, how you were so proud to see the woman she had become…it was so perfect, so textbook. You were either extremely genuine in your praises, or you were an amazing actress.

Following the speech, Ellie eyes you as you once again rush outside, back to the cabbie who was waiting. As you run, however, something falls out of your bag…

Squatting, Ellie grabs it from the ground. A small, yet extensively used planner.

Bingo.

[13916-62mae22]

Unrequited Love

fandom: PLAVE pairings: various x reader genre: angst word count: 200-700 prompt: "So this is what unrequited love feels like"

Yejun: Je Te Laisserai Des Mots

He looks on quietly, his heart broken as he looks at you. Softly, he leads you in. Arms wrap around torsos, a quiet click as the door shuts closed.

Yejun’s front suddenly warms and your gentle sobs shiver underneath his fingertips. All he could do was squeeze you gently and listen to your crying. No matter how many times you come to him, your life in chaos and in shambles, he will always be there for you. Patiently waiting for you as you call for him, knocking on his door.

He knows not to take advantage of this, his feelings put to the side as he comforts you. He leaves encouraging words for you: a text message, a note slipped under your door, soft singing from the other side of the room, or hidden goodies carefully selected under his watch.

And when you’re alone for a moment, the both of you fall from grace.

kiss me, one of you whispers. whenever you want

Neither are sure who says it, but it happens anyway. Both who are in need of someone. Both looking for comfort. Both craving an affection that the other cannot have.

Only one who desires the other in front of them. A gentle desire.

A gentle love.

Kiss me

Whenever you want

Noah: Let You Break My Heart Again

He’s fallen for you.

Unbelievably so.

The way you take up all of his mind. 

The way he treats you extra-so special. He always surprises you with coffee from the shop he frequents. You, who makes a face at the bitter coffee you drink before continuing to drink it all the same. He calls you to remind you of the big event you’re both attending. You, who desperately tries to fix your hair before going out to only get it messed up. 

He watches you as you both exchange music playlists, not even paying attention to the playlist you gave him because he knows he’ll just enjoy it later when he’s alone. You, who sits silently as you listen to music with your eyes closed; tapping your finger against your body and your face, your emotions, moving along with the song.

He tries to understand what he is to you, unsure of the hand-holding and affectionate hugs you give him. Unsure of the long phone calls between the two of you as it goes late into the night. Unsure of the sudden house break-ins you’ve done to wake him up and watch the sunrise together.

But he knows you don’t feel the same.

The way you look at him is nothing compared to the way you look at them. The way your face softens, your mouth turning into a warm smile and the color of your cheeks reddening.

The way his heart hurts makes him want to cry. His feelings–muddled and confused as he watches you fall in love with someone other than him.

He should stop–heaven knows he's tried.

Someday, he will stop falling in love with you.

Someday, someone will like him the way he likes you.

So he pretends that you’re more than friends.

Someday–one day

He will stop falling in love with you.

But until then, he'll be thinking of you.

And he'll let you break his heart again.

Bamby: Youth

The starting line was when he felt the warm feeling bloom in his chest.

It grew more and more at the sight of you.

You were both reckless. Wild youth that ran down streets, played in parks, and fought viciously. You, who grew up with him and treated him with love and respect as a brother. Him, who saw you as nothing more than a goddess–someone who understood him.

You knew all of his secrets. His fears, his likes and dislikes, his trials, his hobbies, his insecurities, and his best moments.

Someone to spend the rest of his life with.

You would both be together until the shadows of the night appeared. Until your mothers had to call for you. Until you both had to part for the night. Both of you, who promised each other to see the other tomorrow, same spot, if you aren’t here then I won’t play with you again.

The sad thing about the world is that time is unforgiving. Never stopping for anything.

You both grew together, went through different routines and changes. But that never stopped the both of you to be together. You were there when he broke his leg from falling down the concrete stairs. You were the one who signed his cast first, adding a small heart next to his name when you wrote ‘get better soon Bamby!’ He was there when your body changed rapidly at school. When you couldn’t leave the bathroom for an hour because of your first blood. He was there with you in the nurse's office, holding your hand as you cried from the pain. Oh, how badly he wanted to take your pain away.

You both, who breathed the same air and drank the same water. Both of you, who chased visions of your futures. Unknowing of the world that never stopped. For anything.

You, who waited quietly around the corner as Bamby was pulled aside to be confessed to. Him, who stood directly next to you when you were confessed to. Both of you, who denied that your relationship will never go anywhere.

Only one of you, who knew that it could be a lie.

That one will die before he gets there.

He, who would watch with tormented feelings as you were wooed by a series of people. He, who threatened any of them that would dare hurt you. He, who would get into a fist-fight with a silver wolf. He, who would accidently hurt you in the process.

He, who could only stop and stare as your body leaked the red liquid. He, who tried to gather his courage to apologize, but never could. He, who waited too long.

And you, who waited for him.

You, who waited for him to come around you again. You, who was willing to accept him back no matter what.

The lovers that went wrong.

The sad thing about the world is that time is unforgiving. Never stopping for anything.

You, who finally moved on after waiting too long.

He, who finally was ready to go back. Go back to the way it was.

But time is unforgiving.

You, who felt anger when he finally showed up.

Him, who felt pain and regret when he saw the anger flicker on your face.

You, who shouted a flood of words at him.

Him, who took it. Bringing it home with him after you told him to leave.

A flood that wrecked him.

And you caused it.

Unknowingly.

It slowly built itself around him, moving upwards to swallow him whole until it finally reached up and suffocated him. It stole the air from his lungs and weighed his body down. Tears he tried to shed no longer existed underneath the flood that encased him.

And He–who has been forgotten. By You–who has been living, moving, and existing.

Both of you–a silhouette. 

Him–a blank, lifeless face that you’ve slowly forgotten in life’s past.

You–a star that shone brightly, even in the darkest of crowds.

Ringing in his head.

When you broke his chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one.

He only gazes on from a distance, bitter at the feeling that longs in his chest as he watches you take hold of someone. Eyes damp and red-rimmed from the countless hours and days thinking and dreaming about you.

Forever missing you.

Eunho: This Is What Autumn Feels Like

You were his first love, warm and bright as the summer sun. You shone with such force, burning his skin. He wanted to be by your side, smiling alongside your antics. Your laugh blended in with the breeze as it swept through windchimes, mesmerizing him into a trance.

Eunho wished the summer would never end.

But when the seasons change, summer will turn into fall.

Then you’ll leave and you would be gone.

He wished he could see you during every season. He wanted to see you radiate underneath the spring rays, glow with the soft autumn light, and dazzle him among a flurry of sparkling snowflakes.

He did the best he could, making up for lost time with as many events as possible. Bike rides up and down the mountain, ice cream dates along the river, and walks at the nearest park. But none of it could help his lovesick anxiety as the days turned shorter and shorter.

He couldn’t help but stare lovingly at you as you talked animatedly about your day with him or show him something you both would like. His love had grown every summer you had appeared and eventually, he felt his feelings burst.

He would tell you the next summer about his feelings, standing at the bridge you two would meet on the very first day of summer. You would stare at him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

But you rejected him. You knew him as someone who you only saw during the summer and the life you lived elsewhere already had someone in your life.

He understood. He really did.

But his heart could not accept it.

The two of you would still hang out during the summer and keep in touch as the years go on. For Eunho, his love lasted years–never yielding to the seasons he saw you come and go.

Like the trees in the autumn breeze

It’s ironic the way that you leave.

Hamin: So Beautiful

He’s had his sights on you since you’ve met.

You had both met each other at the meet-up that Yejun had invited him to. When Yejun waved him over, he was almost blinded by the two angels that sat next to each other, a kind smile on both faces.

So beautiful.

You greeted him, excited and nervous at the new acquaintance. Yejun had only good things to say about his maknae and you couldn't wait to meet him. He seemed nervous when he hurried over to the table you were occupying, but after talking some more you slowly opened him up.

He had hoped to become close friends with you after you met. You both texted each other frequently. You hung out whenever you both had some free time. Hamin didn’t mean for his feelings to brew in his chest. He didn’t mean for his hopes to become needs and wants.

You both went out to drink one night and found it was raining as you were leaving the bar. You both frowned at this, knowing it wasn’t supposed to rain that night. Not wanting him to walk home in the weather, you offered him to stay at your place.

You didn’t pay it any mind since logic evaded your brain, knowing yourself that it was a nice and innocent gesture.

But he did not think that.

His heart began to beat and his stomach did flips. You were both drunk and you didn’t understand what might happen.

All he could do was agree.

Of course, it was all cleared up when you explained excitedly that you’ve always wanted to have a sleepover with someone again. He could feel his heart drop, but he was still happy to be around you more.

You were both soaked with rain as you entered your apartment. You let him use the shower first, grabbing a change of clothes for the both of you. 

He noticed that something was different when he stepped into the bathroom. There were different products lined against the tub and counter space. He had an inkling what it might be, but he was too distracted with the overwhelming smell of you.

When he got out of the shower, he noticed a fresh pair of clothes waiting for you. As he put them on, a familiar scent reached his senses.

He knew this scent.

He recognized this sweater.

His throat felt tight, his heart jumping into it, and he tried to swallow it down. He drunkenly stumbled into the living room, where you were setting down some snacks.

“Oh, thank god they fit you!” You jumped up and down at the sight of Hamin in Yejun’s clothes. “I was worried that it wouldn’t.”

Hamin smiled at your enthusiasm, but his heart only clenched in his chest. He could only collapse on your couch after you had left to take your own shower. So it was true. You and Yejun were together.

It’s understandable why you were with him.

Nam Yejun was also an angel. He was a strong leader to everyone around him, kind, and soft-spoken. Hamin almost fell for him if you hadn't come around.

When you got back, you sat down next to him and agreed on a movie to watch. You were both still feeling the effects of the alcohol and cuddled close when one or the other began to fall asleep.

Hamin felt wide awake when you fell into a deep slumber. He stared at your face as the movie played, tracing the outline of your nose and the curves of your mouth.

So beautiful.

His thoughts began to blur and run wild as he stared at you.

My love is turning kinda gray. His heart clenched again at the thought.

His love burned inside him. The thought of you choosing someone else tore him apart. But He didn't mind. My heart is looking the other way.

A flawless ending.

So beautiful.