#and once in my life i wanna dance in rain

[fairydrowning]

"I am a very romantic person. I don't mean romantic in a flowers and chocolates kind of way. It's more like if it's raining, I'll go up to the window and press my nose against the glass and sigh at how beautiful it all looks."

– Amy Winehouse

[mind1997]

How easy it is for humans to make judgments when we’re standing on the outside of a situation.

[hannieehaee]

DOES HE KNOW ? (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: after being friends with lee chan for a good portion of your life, the boy you considered nothing but your best friend suddenly starts acting different, making you slowly fall for him. problem is, you have a boyfriend.

content: friends2lovers!chan, reader has a bf, almost cheating but not actually, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), wet dream (this is actually a huge point in the plot lol), masturbation (f receiving), dry humping, more oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1k (teaser); 9.8k (full fic)

release date: april 17th

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Something was clearly wrong with you.

Was Lee Chan hot?

Nothing made sense anymore, and it had been the case for a while.

You could date it back to some months ago, at one of Soonyoung's usual gatherings. This had been where it all began, or more so, where it all ended.

For some reason unknown to man, that was the day in which Chan began courting you (his words, not yours).

After years of a solid friendship between the two of you, a not-so tipsy Chan cornered you at aforementioned party and began dancing with you. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Despite having been taken for the past few months, you were still quite liberal about your touchy relationship with your best friend. However, what happened next what was truly out of the ordinary.

"Hey," he had whispered against your ear.

"Yeah?", you giggled, entertained by the boy.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure."

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," and with that, the dam had broken.

You froze against his arms, eyes widening. Though he could not see, as you were holding each other far too close to make eye contact.

Maybe he was drunk?

He interrupted you before you could respond. Chan pulled away from you to look into your eyes with a fully sober look in his face.

"I'm not drunk, and I know you have a boyfriend. And I know you only see me as a friend. But give me a few weeks, and I'll change both those things," was the last thing he said before giving you a peck on the cheek (yet another common thing in your relationship) and walking away with a confident sway in his step.

Ever since then, you had been bombarded by romantic gestures from your former best friend – former because you truly had no idea how you felt about him by this point.

Chan bought you flowers, – even when it was raining – had your favorite beverage at hand any time you so happened to see him, tied your shoelaces should they ever come undone, plucked loose eyelashes from your cheeks, tucked your hair behind your ear, placed his hand at the small of your back before crossing a street, walked you to and from home, looked at you with an indescribable sweetness in his eye, he ... He did everything any girl would need to be completely swooned (and then some).

You were beyond confused as to when this change had come about. As far as you knew, you were nothing more than best friends. When had Chan even begun liking you? What had changed?

"Oh. He's always had a thing for you," was what your mutual friend Soonyoung said when you first brought it up.

"What do you mean? We've been friends for years, he's never-"

"Yeah, duh. You never showed interest, what was he supposed to do? But yeah, he's crazy about you," added Seungkwan, sipping his drink nonchalantly.

You had decided to meet up with some of your mutual friends while Chan was at work. You needed at least five minutes with your other friends without Chan getting in the way with his flirting.

"It's kinda sick, actually," interjected Soonyoung once more.

You remained quiet for a while, thinking back to every interaction you'd ever had with Chan that may have revealed his feelings for you. Unfortunately, you kept drawing blanks all the while Soonyoung stole fries from your plate, disregarding your confusion at the situation.

"But why now?", you finally asked, slapping his meddling hand away from your food.

He shrugged, "Maybe he got fed up of watching you with that guy."

"He has a name, Soonyou-"

"None of us really care enough to learn it."

That much was true. None of your friends were fans of your current boyfriend. Or of any of them, to be quite frank. You had certain lack of skill at picking them, though this time around you felt confident about your current relationship. He was nice and respectful. Maybe a little bit of a square, but you liked to think you brought out the fun in him. This was also the longest relationship you'd ever had, giving you the grand total of three months in a exclusive relationship and a month and a half of a very prolonged talking stage that took place before he ever asked you out officially.

"Is this because I've been taken for longer than usual?", you tried to assert.

"Oh! That might be it, huh?", Soonyoung agreed.

"Well, I guess he didn't want you to break your streak of failed relationships," chuckled Kwan.

With a slap to his chest, you dropped the subject, deciding to ignore the slight acceleration of your heart any time you thought about Chan's crush for too long.

At first you found it to be a bit of a joke, but his affections quickly began to wear you down. It also didn't help how blatant he was about it, constantly flirting up a storm around your friends, not caring for their amused smiles at your flustered half-rejections of his advances. The only times in which he held back were the rare occasions in which your boyfriend would join your friend group in their outings. He could be reserved at times, not really clicking with your loud friends, so his presence was not a common thing.

Being honest, you felt kind of bad at the genuine excitement Chan's crush gave you. Though you weren't sure of your feelings for him at this point, his interest flustered you tremendously. You'd always known him as a pretty and charming guy, despite never really acknowledging such things. You understood why he got so much attention from girls, though you never thought too much of it. He was your best friend, you never had any motive to consider anything further than platonic feelings for him. But now that you were questioning your feelings, you felt as if you were kind of betraying your boyfriend.

Not to misunderstand, you had no desire of pursuing anything with anyone while you were in a committed relationship. You were just not that kind of person. But the mere thought of blushing at the words of a guy who wasn't yours (all while actually having a guy of your own) made you feel ashamed. Specially considering that you already had a very grand preexisting fondness for the guy in question.

God damn you, Lee Chan.

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[anaconamor]

kisses with jude head cannon!! 🩷

- actually in love with your fics and blog sm!!

hi anon!! tysm!! means alot to me :PPPP 🤍

before you go to sleep he will either tuck into you or you into him, and kiss your forehead in a gentle manner. no matter if you guys are mad at each other, or if y'all are fine, he will kiss your lips to wish you goodnight. "goodnight pretty, sweet dreams..."

his kisses would make me feel nervous, so imagine your relationship is fairly new, and you guys kiss but hesitation and nervousness is always there. but after he just can't hold it in and kisses you out the blue, saying it was killing him not properly giving you a kiss like you deserved. "i needed to baby, it was killing me not being able to do that..."

if you're attending his games, HE WILL BEGGGG for a kiss from you. kiss you passionately in front of his fans and teammates before he goes off and plays, and no matter the result, he'll meet you by the sideline to get his deserved kiss after. "thank you for sticking with me always, y/n..."

maybe a forbbiden kiss, where you're not supposed to be around each other for certain reasons, but you guys have separation anxiety and sneak out to be with each other. maybe you're at your parent's house, or at a gathering and you've been separated too long, jude will pull you aside and kiss you like his life depended on it. "why did we agree to come to this hm? i need to be with you always y/n..."

messy kisses!! a nasty makeout sesh in public to be risky or in your home! him on top of you or you're straddling his lap. tongues dancing, lips smacking creating a clicking noise in the room. biting his lip and jude taking control of the kiss. unable to pull away but when you do your lips and jude's are slightly swollen catching your breaths. "so pretty, all mine to kiss and love..."

if you guys are out in public to an event, club, dinner, party, or anything, you guys have a thing made up by him, where three kisses mean "i love you". maybe you can't verbally say it due to it being quiet, but once he glances into your eyes and kisses your lips, it's his way of saying the three words.

PHYSICAL TOUCH IS MY LANGUAGEEE, and i think after all we've seen it's his as well!! small intimate pecks on your cheeks, temple, hands, shoulders, neck, thighs if he's laying on you, just because he loves to do that. giving you that cheesy grin he always does. "i love you, and every inch of you..."

drunk kisses!! he's looks like the type to be so needy and clingy when drunk, so i can imagine him wanting to kiss you wherever you guys are. at your house or out in public. grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a messy giddy kiss. or you sitting on his lap and leaning down every now and then bc he has the most perfect kissable lips!! "keep kissing me and we'll give everyone a show..."

when he feel jealous, seeing another man make you laugh or spark off a unnecessary convo with you, or he notices you get uncomfortable and glancing to look at jude, he'd rush to you immediately, asking if you're okay before softly kissing your lips and then glaring at the guy whoever is in front of you, making it clear you're clearly taken. "you ok? who's this?"

we know jude loves his insta dumps, or posting on his story, posting a picture of the two of you sharing a kiss or pulling away after kissing because loves to show you off! or after a night out there's kiss prints left behind by your lipstick and he posts a picture of them bc he loves to be a little tease. "always leaving her mark... my y/n..."

kissing in the rain is a wantttt!! jude making you do it because its the inner child in him , holding you close to him, and the kiss is full of smiles and laughter, not being able to properly kiss because it feels so random to do it. will hold your waist and never pull back because it feels right and special! "i don't care if we get wet, just wanna hold and kiss my girl..."

if either one of you is having a bad day, reassure and communication always takes place. always wanting him or you to let their feelings known and comfort each other if needed. sharing soft pecks after talking because a kiss always let's jude or you know, that you are here for them. "let's focus on the present, forget about what happened, and let's enjoy our time here ok?"

SEEING JUDE AFTER SO LONG!! even if it was a couple days or when he has england duty, or preseason like last year. making time for each other is always a must, and after seeing him for so long all he wants to do is kiss you, because without them neither of you can't function! "missed you so much my pretty girl... taste so sweet like always..."

[jeonginsleftcheek]

The sun to me

Chapter XII. The Cut.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 2.2k

chapter summary: a heart breaks quietly, leaving scars deep inside.

warnings: brief description of love making, sad chapter

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💔 Dicentra - also known as bleeding heart flower, symbol for pain and sorrow that comes with heartbreak.

Hyunjin's standing on the pier, phone clutched in his hand once again.

Only this time, there is no wild wind and dancing waves, no smell of rain, no storm or black clouds anywhere in sight.

It's almost eerily calm and quiet under the warm sun, the summer months slowly rolling in.

Hyunjin feels his forehead with his fingertips, a thin sheen of sweat covers his skin and he wipes it with his sleeve.

Taking a deep breath in, he turns on his phone.

He's instantly bombarded with messages and more missed calls, mostly from Charlie again and he decides to stop stalling, finally pressing his finger on the phone icon.

"Hwang Hyunjin."- Charlie's voice is menacing.

"I'm sorry?"- Hyunjin grimaces.

"I expect to see you back with a new exhibition as early as tomorrow."

"Alright."

"Alright?"- Charlie asks with doubt in his voice. "No more 'I need to find myself', 'my life is sad', etc.?"

"I found what I was looking for. You'll see me tomorrow."- Hyunjin answers coldly.

"Okay then. Looking forward to your new work."

"Sure."- Hyunjin hangs up.

His heart feels heavy as he stares at his phone.

The dreadful feeling that he came here with, the one you helped alleviate, together with the kind people of the island who had welcomed him with arms wide open, is looming above him once again like the hot sun, threatening to burn him and leave scars on his skin that has just been healed by your loving touch.

Hyunjin barely makes his way to your flower shop, feet dragging and stalling as much as he can, as he kicks a little rock he came across on the way there.

Lovely as ever, you stand behind the counter, tending to your precious flowers, with a small smile on your face.

Hyunjin swallows as he sees you, he's been trying to tell you for days that he'll call Charlie and have to leave, but every time you smiled at him, he just didn't have the heart to bring you down and see your beautiful smile turn sad.

"Jinnie!"- you beam as you notice him walking in.

"Hey, my love."- Hyunjin forces a smile as you round the counter to pull him into a hug.

He holds onto you tightly, and you sense something's wrong with the way he's clinging onto you, hands silently and desperately pleading for you not to move.

"Jinnie?"- you say quietly, playing with a lock of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"I'm sorry."- he says suddenly, his arms tightening around you.

"For what, lover?"- you ask, a sense of dread creeping up inside your heart.

Hyunjin leans back and looks at you with a sad smile.

"I have to leave."- he says, his voice breaking a little.

"It's okay. I knew this day would come."- you swallow the tears that are already threatening to spill.

"But it's not forever! I would never leave you, y/n. I just need to get my manager off my back and take care of some things and then I'll return to you."

"You promise?"- your lips tremble.

"I promise and swear on my life. Would you- would you consider letting me move in with you when I come back?"- Hyunjin asks, hands shivering as he holds onto yours.

"You wanna move in with me?"- you chuckle, the dread slowly disappearing.

"Yeah, I wanna share my life with you. I'd just have to travel to tend to my gallery from time to time and you can come with me too! Have Catherine or Barbara look after your garden for a few days?"- Hyunjin looks at you hopefully.

"Oh, Jinnie. I wanna share my life with you too. And I like the sound of that."- you say, but still there are tears in your eyes. "But, I'll miss you."

Tears spill down your cheeks as soon as you say it and Hyunjin's heart breaks a little.

"Please don't cry, my flower. If you cry, I will start crying too. It's gonna be okay, we can get through this, yeah?"- his hands cup your face and he's quick to catch your tears.

"I can't hold it in. I got used to having you here every day."- you sniffle.

"I know, me too. I don't ever wanna go back to the city, I don't wanna feel like the person I was before because that's not who I am anymore, not since you love me. No one has made me happy like you did. You're everything to me y/n, and I don't think I can survive without your love."- Hyunjin's eyes glisten with tears.

"You're everything to me too, Jinnie. I never felt so safe with anyone in my life. No one has ever showed me such tender love like you did, and I never want to lose that."

"You won't, I promise."- he says as you clutch onto each other, both of your cheeks wet.

"When do you have to leave?"- you whisper.

"Tomorrow."- he says, and another tear races down your cheek.

"When will you be back?"

"As soon as I can, my love."- he promises.

"I love you, Jinnie."

"I love you, my muse."- he smiles through his tears before kissing you passionately, both of you shaking and grabbing at each other.

"I'm gonna go pack up at Isaac's and then we can spend what time I have left before I have to leave together."

"Okay."- you nod and he kisses you.

Your heart hurts as he turns and leaves, hurried steps out the door just so he can get everything done as quickly as possible and come back to you soon.

Isaac arrives home from his walk to find Hyunjin's suitcase by the door.

A sinking feeling washes over the man as he makes his way to his studio, clanking sounds and frustrating groans ringing from the room.

"Hyunjin?"- the man peeks in from the door.

"Oh, Isaac."- Hyunjin jolts, his hand on his chest.

"Are you leaving?"

"I have to return to the city. But I'll be back. I'm packing, gonna take these paintings back to the city for my exhibition."

"And y/n?"

"I'm gonna go to her after I pack."

"How's she taking it?"- Isaac asks, joining Hyunjin to help him with packing.

"Well, we're both heartbroken... I'm going to miss her so much. Just the thought of being in the cold city without her warm embrace chills me to my bones."- Hyunjin sighs.

"Hopefully you won't take long. She'll wait for you, though."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."- Isaac smiles and hands Hyunjin the last painting all wrapped up.

"I just wanna thank you for helping me settle in, teaching me how to whittle and overall paying attention to me and talking to me. Your words left a big impact and helped me find my way."- Hyunjin says as he makes his way to the door.

"Oh nonsense! Thank you for making my long days a bit less lonely. You're like a son to me, Hyunjin. Besides, this isn't goodbye, you'll be back before you know it!"- Isaac pats his shoulder.

Hyunjin smiles and pulls the man into a hug, catching him a little off-guard.

Isaac lets out a warm chuckle, returning the hug and patting Hyunjin's back.

"Good luck, my son."

"Thanks, Isaac."

Isaac stands on the doorway with a melancholic smile, staring after Hyunjin's frame clumsily balancing everything he packed up, hoping that even if the city's lights shine bright, they don't blind Hyunjin to what he has found here.

Hyunjin barely manages to carry everything as he slowly makes his way to your house.

The streets now familiar, he's walked through them a thousand times, going up and down to Isaac's house, the spot where you stood in the rain as a silent confession of love danced between you.

The restaurant comes into view, the good people that have fed him, Catherine and Bennet, the spot where you sat together, sharing food, wine and laughter.

Hyunjin feels as if someone has put their hands around his heart and squeezed, taking his breath away and leaving him bleeding.

"Hyun!"- a voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

"Ben!"- Hyunjin notices Bennet smoking in front of the restaurant, Luna playing not too far away from him.

"What's with all the stuff? Are you moving to y/n's?"- Bennet jokes, a puff of smoke leaving his lips.

"I wish."- Hyunjin gives him a small smile. "Actually, I'm leaving but I'll be back."

Luna lifts her head up and reads Hyunjin's lips.

"You're going back to the city?"

"Only temporary."- Hyunjin answers.

Luna gets up and timidly makes her way to him.

"Oh, I hope you come back quickly."- Bennet smiles as Luna reaches her hands towards Hyunjin.

He lets out a chuckle as he puts down his paintings and leans to her level, her little arms wrapping around his neck. Hyunjin hugs her, caressing her head, his heart is squeezed once again.

Luna leans back with a giggle before she runs off back to the spot she was playing at.

"Have a safe trip, Hyun!"- Bennet waves as Hyunjin starts to leave.

"Thank you! See you soon."- he waves back.

Hyunjin hurriedly makes his way to you and as you open the door and see him with all his stuff there, your tears threaten to spill again.

You let him in and he leaves everything by the door only to embrace you instantly, his lips pressing kisses everywhere on your face.

"Jinnie."- you giggle as he keeps attacking you with his kisses.

"My flower."- he looks at you before kissing your lips gently, like it's the first time you shared a kiss, delicate like he's afraid he'll break you.

You spend the evening cuddling in bed, never moving away from each other.

"I'm bringing paintings of the island, your flowers and you with me. I'm gonna do an exhibition based on our love story."- he smiles. "All the symbolisms of flowers that you taught me, I will arrange them together in a meaningful order. Does that sound good?"

"Good? Jinnie, that's so sweet and romantic."- you swoon and he lets out a giggle.

"It's an exhibition for you, my muse. You've brought back my love for painting and made it grow even more. I could paint you forever and my hand would never get tired."- Hyunjin says as he caresses your face.

"I don't think there's enough paint for that."- you joke and he chuckles. "Hey, what about that nude painting of me? Are you gonna use that in your exhibition?"- you add with a teasing smile, your cheeks rosy.

"Oh no. That's for my eyes only."- Hyunjin smirks.

"You can keep it here. I'll be back anyways."- he adds.

"I know."- you smile.

He kisses you slowly, lovingly, before it gets increasingly more desperate and heated, your hands roaming under his shirt and Hyunjin groans against your lips.

"Make love to me, Jinnie."- you whisper.

"Yes, my flower."- he whimpers.

The starry sky covers you gently as you spend the night kissing, loving, touching, worshipping, entwined together in the beautiful intimate dance of two people in love.

Your bodies are wet against one other's as Hyunjin's buried deep inside you, whispering words of love into each other's skin, your cheeks are wet too, tears mixing together into an ocean as you press them against each other's, never wanting to let go.

Fingertips leave bruises blossoming on the skin, carving a visible proof of passion into you, you move like the sea in an increasing rhythm, the tide rises and reaches crescendo as you spill onto each other, hearts bleeding as they know tomorrow they will have to part.

With a promise that you'll write to each other or try using one of the two home phones on the island to call Hyunjin, you watch his back as he gets on the ship.

Tears are overflowing from your eyes, hands fisting at your dress in despair, legs begging you to run after him and join him, wherever he may go.

But you stay put in place where you have already grown roots and Hyunjin's beautiful smiling face gets further and further away as he waves taking away your heart with him.

He watches your figure get smaller and disappear behind the azure of the sea and the gold of the sun, the two bleeding into each other like you did the night before.

He knows he'll be back, but until then he has left his heart behind in your kind hands for you too keep safe.

And when he returns to his cold apartment in the late night, Hyunjin's hit with melancholy and his tears get stuck behind his tired eyelids, the cold apartment reminding him of the chilling loneliness he felt before you shined your warmth on his soul.

He doesn't even bother unpacking as he goes straight to the shower and then to his cold empty bed, hoping that when he wakes up in the morning this will all be a dream and you'll be there to kiss him and start his day with your warmth.

Hyunjin sleeps in nightmares, and you don't even sleep, hugging his cardigan that was left behind as you look at the stars you once counted with him.

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[vanya-evergreen]

𝑆𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘！

Hi, just wanted to give a little quick sneak peek on my Royal! reader X Batfamily fic, because I realized it's been a while since I've posted any writing stuff and I wanna make sure people will stay interested! it's sort of a retelling of the concept, but there's going to be new things added in and longer

You can read concept here.

𝐼𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐹𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ

taglist! - @camilo-uwu @vanilliona @thegirlinrainbowsworld

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒－

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 1 （𝑆𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 ）

The world had decided long ago that nothing goes without effect, good, bad, and indifferent. Every action and every motion will have an equal effect. This is the philosophy that was shoved down your throat since you could understand it. So why did you have such a big Effect?

The taps of rain on the roof was the loudest sound in the room. Sitting Idlily on the edge of the bed, your eyes stayed glued to the fire flickering in front of you. The brilliant light reflects in your eyes as it dances freely, but the fire is not the real point of your focus, no you are too lost in your mental prison. You force yourself to relive the memories and feelings, just to occupy your time. Your eyes can’t help but drift to the newspapers chaotically scattered across the floors; “Tyranny’s Last Remnant’ is what the newspapers had dubbed you.

The media had spent the months since your family’s imprisonment to tear you down ruthlessly. They say that you still lead a life of luxury and opulence because you weren’t punished like the rest of your family. Your eyes snap back to the fire, letting go of the breath stuck in your throat. you fall limply back onto the bed, as it creaks. The room around you was not a good reflection on in light of the accusation against you but you had no control of the room.

You wanted to hate the new place that you are meant to call home, but you couldn't even utter a complaint about it. You let these thoughts drift to the back of your mind. They weren’t nearly as loud as your memories.

You are stuck in a never ending cycle of self reflection that comes with your predicament. Maybe if your were more honest maybe you could see that you put yourself there. Everything you around is nothing but static. Your hands desperately grasp for the sheets of the bed, you no longer can feel them. Your mind races as your breathes grow shallow and slow. A sinking feeling takes over your body as your consciousness fades. You are sent off in your memories as the rain and fire grow into nothing but a quiet whisper.

When you come back to awareness, you no longer feel sheets of silk covering a plush mattress on your back, nor are you surrounded by the high walls of your room. Rather rounded stones of a river banks press in to your back as steady streams of spring water wash over you. When you open your eyes, you find that the water is not clear but rather unearthly cosmic colors whirling around as they rush over you and the stones are not a soothing gray but a chilling black, with your skies and ground bleeding into each other making them one in the same.

An empty laugh escapes your lips echoing in the empty space you always find yourself in, you want to feel something more but you felt too tired. All you can do is recall, back to the times when if you had even barely uttered of a complain it was dealt before you could even think again. You were pacified with gifts, territories, and new subjects to learn about. This was expected with being a royal, as your family had put it. They had found solace from their so-called stressful lives among material possessions, and it seemed as you would have to as well. You were always grateful for the lessons and gifts, but never once had they actually filled your deepest desire. Your deepest craving,

unconditional familial love. You yearned for it, yet it never came

You are ripped from your thoughts as a coldness washes over you. no longer surrounded by streams of spring water running over your almost lifeless body, you feel specs of snow and hell slowly beginning to cover you consuming you and your entirety as you fall deeper into the memory.

Echos of muffled hiccups and sniffles bounced off of the empty sumptuous palace halls. A child held they hands over their mouth, a weak attempt to silence their cries as they balled themselves up in the corner. They looked no older than 5, yet the way their face felt like they had seen the worst atrocities in this world could make you think other wise. You recognized the eyes without fail, it was you. You recognize this day, too. This horrid day.

Bells tolled in the distance startling you out of your ‘daydream’, not that they were in your mind to begin with. You didn’t move from your corner, you never wanted to move again. Your sobs becomes quieter as your tears dried, the bells continued on as servants rushed back and forth past you. They never once looked your way, as you lifted your eyes from your knees. They all looked panicked about something. Talking in quick whispers, they mumbled about ‘must find’ and an ‘heir’. You kept quiet as about a dozen more passed you, not even sparring a glance to you.

Eventually you got bored of the Methodic foot steps of the passer-by, you rested your head against the windows as the whispers and foot steps become distant as the bells finish their final course of rings. Back then, you thought it was funny how the bells still rang even well after the turn of the hour. Normally it was saved for the founders day and the rulers birthday; now you wish you had ran back then.

You had settled back into your abyss of deafening silence; staring out the window with distant eyes as the snow waltzed down from the cloudy skies above, but a looming figure watched you from a distance. You had become a perspective child, you felt their eyes on you when they first started staring. You didn’t want to pay any mind to that, ‘maybe they will go away if I don’t look for them’ is what you thought. The figure never looked away, the presence of the stare only grew more intensely focused on your unmoved figure.

You hadn’t move to look at the figure, you were lost in your thoughts, but the burning sensation intensified in your chest and began to crawl in to your hand and up your throat you knew they had drew closer to you. You whipped your head around to the figure, finally giving to what you thought the they wanted.

“Hello” the figure, now more clearly a man, softly said to you, as he kneeled down to your eyes level with a soft smile etched on to his face with warm gaze that accompanied it.

You were taken back by the man’s soft demeanor, the burning in your body had disappear the moment you saw his eyes. “Hi…” you stumble over your words as you were still to focused on how warmth from his gaze felt so unfamiliar yet, you had never wanted something to continue more.

“I am Bruce Wayne.” He offer out a hand to you, and you to reached out to take it but stopped yourself from taking it. Oh, You remembered that name from a list your parents had educated you on. His eyebrow creased and his smile fell as you retracted your hand.“Are you okay?”

Your parents said that with him especially to be more mindful of your actions because he was very important to your family, they warned you of the effect you may have. You always abided by the philosophy your were taught. “Yes” you hurriedly standing up and greeted him with a shallow bow, try your best not to trip over your feet. “Excuse me for my response,” you held an even voice as you rose up from the bow, keeping a straight back. “I am _ __, it is my pleasure to meet you, Sir Bruce” He was richer then your family and held no official titles, the King and Queen had offered him a dukedom when his company had helped the empire through a drought, but he turned it down.

“It is a pleasure to meet you as well, your highness.” His smile returned quickly after you exchanged greetings. You gave him a look when he said ‘Your Highness’.

“I am sorry Sir Bruce, but I think you have addressed me wrong. I am not a child of a current or pervious monarch.” You politely corrected him. He looked put off by the correction, you hurried to correct your act “what I meant was-” you were stopped short by him

“No, it’s okay. It was my mistake.” He seemed to relax as he watched you stumble over your word like any five year old child should. “I seem to have confused honorifics once again," He laughs "I hope that you excuse me I am still new to society.” You couldn’t help but feel a small flames of kinship burn in your heart as he spoke.

“I am too!” You blurted, eyes glistened with a hint of excitement. “Today is my first official day in society, or that's what my mom said.”

“Oh really?” Bruce tilled his head, rubbing his chin as if he wasn’t aware of it “Why today?”

“I don’t know,” you voice became hushed. You hadn’t stopped to think about it for long, you were just a kid excited to see new people.

“Perhaps, we can figure it out together.” Bruce stood up and offered his hand to you once again. You stared at his hand, something in your little mind started to itch. You took his hand with out hesitation this time.

“I would like that.” You gave him a small smile as he lead you down the hall.

You and Bruce spent the better part of an hour talking about many things as you roam the cold palace grounds. You hadn’t even noticed the larger amount of guards pacing the halls looking for something, while they mutter about being punished for ‘losing someone’. You were too distracted by the feeling your heart and head screamed for you to focus solely on Bruce. You weren’t sure what it was then, but you never wanted to let it go.

He seemed impressed by your knowledge, you could see glints of fascination in his eyes, as it absorbed his mind. You were a well educated child, even at this age, as it seemed. He indulged you with many different topics, from the basics of favorite color and animal to astronomy, science and literature. It was bliss for you.

But it would end for you.

“What about your family?” Bruce’s question was innocent enough, any reasonable adult would ask about your family. “Are they looking for you?”

[ilys00ga]

can i request a fluffy first kiss drabble with yoongi? like reader is inexperienced with dating and other stuff. Reader feels like this is gonna be disappointing for him and they get nervous whenever they're in close proximity with him. He's sweet and just trying to show his love. After some time he thinks maybe reader doesn't have an interest in him like he does with them. He asks directly if they think of him in a romantic and more intimate way at all. Everything turns out okay he understands and comforts the reader

pairing: yoongi x reader.

genre: fluff, just pure fluff with some silliness bcuz we all need to be silly.

warnings: this made me miss yoongi even more so, beware, in case you miss him just like I do.

A/N: thank u so much for this req! I just realised that it's slightly different than what you've requested, but I hope that's okay and that you enjoy reading regardless <3. You're very welcome if u wanna request more stuff or just reach out to me.

PS. English is not my first language, so u know the drill.

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to a person whose only romantic experience was that in books and movies, meeting yoongi was like jumping off of 4 stairs at once as a child, scary but so damn exciting and fun. it was like picking up a book in a language you've been trying to learn for while, full of complex for a beginner like you.

it took you some time to get used to his presence in your life. to him. it's not like you didn't enjoy it, it was far away from that actually, but he was your first, after all.

the two of you hadn't been official for that long, though. after many moon cycles of pining and awkward, shy interactions, it all bloomed at once, and suddenly, you officially got your first boyfriend.

you were planning to go on a proper date, after the previous one had miserably failed (a tale to tell for another day), only for it to be met with a heavy rain storm. yoongi ended up apologizing, and offered you an indoors dinner, some cuddles and a movie for the night.

after finishing your meal, he held your hand in his and led you to the living room, where he had prepared a cozy setting with snacks and wine.

he noticed the way your body tensed every time he initiated any kind of physical connection between the two of you. at first, he didnt think much of it, assuming it was because just the beginning of your relationship. he was also well aware that you've never dated anyone before, so it was only natural for you to be awkward with that.

he really understood. after all, he himself wasn't a fan of skin ship and was extremely shy as well. he almost always tried to initiate it for you, because of how caring and loving you are towards him. you always took care of him, something he's very grateful for. and so, he made sure to remind himself to show you that he does with those little gestures of affection every now and then.

but then, he started noticing more frequently. everytime he attempted to hug you, hold your hand, peck your face, or even those two times he almost just leaned in to kiss your lips—but stopped halfway. and each time his worry reaches the tip of his toungue, waiting to be spilled in the form of a question, he always ends up letting it slip when you quickly brush it off and comply to whatever he wanted to do.

"thank you for the dinner, it was really good." you said, watching as yoongi's face lit up with a grin. his hand affectionately ruffled the top of your head, a habit of his that you've grown fond of the more often he did it. suddenly, he reached out for his phone, tapping a few buttons and a soft, slow beat rode the air of the room.

dropping his phone on the sofa, he put his left hand out and asked, "may I have a dance with you, darling?"

chuckling, you nodded and intertwined your fingers with his.

he pulled you in, chest flush against his with his free hand resting on your waist. then, he started swaying both of your bodies to the music.

"you're welcome, darling." he replied, kissing your cheek. he sensed your body tensing again, this time your fists tightening on top of his shoulders, and he hummed.

"I would very much like to kiss you right now."

eyes widening, you froze in your place when you heard his whisper. you felt your cheeks burning up. it took you off guard. your brain struggled to figure out what to say or do next, so you just stood there and stared at him. it's happening.

in books and movies, first kisses are that thing that everyone gets to experience at one point in their life, but not everyone gets to enjoy it. and right now, thinking about the possibility of yoongi not liking your first kiss is not helping calm your nervous system at all.

"can I..?" he pleaded, eyes never leaving yours with a tiny hint of a smirk appearing on his face.

"i- I've never done this before, I don't wanna ruin it for you and-" you stuttered nervously as you averted your eyes. the change of the atmosphere was starting to feel way too overwhelming for you, and all you could think about was how he'd feel like once he realises how bad you are at this.

"hey, look at me." once again, and with a very gentle voice, yoongi whispered. his finger gently rested under your chin and lifted your head. his eyes, ever so caring and tender, soothed your nerves down. you swallowed what remained stuck in your throat of concerns.

"it's okay if you've never experienced this before. and I'm not gonna force you to do it, now or any other time, if you don't want me to. but I really would like to show you just how amazing it feels, so please allow me to do so." he added.

you took a deep breathe in and slowly nodded. even though you've been together for just a couple of weeks, you love yoongi, and you trust him. you know he's never gonna do anything that's gonna end up hurting you in any possible way, and you've always been thankful for how respectful and thoughtful he is.

"o-okay..." you finally agreed, giving him his much desired green light.

"okay." he smiled, "let me ask again. Is it okay if I kiss you right here and now?"

"yes, please.."

like a kid that finally got permission to open his first birthday present of the day, yoongi leaned in and gently met your lips with his.

the first kiss was not like that of the movies, it was light and short. yoongi pulled back, eyes finding yours again as to make sure nothing went wrong. it took you a moment to regain your senses again, but you smiled sheepishly after a few heart beats, reassuring him that everything was fine, and he leaned in again. this time, he pulled your body closer to his, one hand gently holding your wasit and the other cupping your jaw.

he did all the work, and you just stood there with your eyes closed, focusing on the warmth of his skin against yours. he realised that you weren't sure where to put your hands when your balled up fists clenched on his sleeves, so he gently guided them to the back of his neck.

it all felt so new, so refreshing. your stomach felt so funny, and your heart beat so fast against your chest. the sound of heavy raindrops landing on the window, along with the music that's still playing in the room, was distant. all you could feel was his chest against yours, his lips pressing against yours. his hands gently holding your face and his fingers caressing your cheeks.

shortly after, you tapped his shoulder in panick as it started getting harder to hold your breath in.

yoongi pulled out, face inches away from yours, and panted, "I'm sorry. got caught up in the feeling of your honey lips."

looking at him up this close, he looked so pretty. red tinted cheeks and cherry plumped up lips. you suddenly really wanted to kiss him more. your face flushed a deep, rosy red at that thought.

chuckling, you hid your face in both of your hands and crouched down.

"hey, relax. it's okay." yoongi chuckled softly and crouched down next to you, running his hand down your back and lifting your face, "you're so red, are you alright?" he teased.

you whined and hugged his torso, hiding your face in his chest.

"was it that bad?" he continued to joke, giggling as he enjoyed your reaction.

"it was amazing, I loved it a lot." when you lifted your face and looked up at him, he saw your eyes sparkling with joy, and perhaps some gratitude. yoongi leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"how'd you like your first kiss, my lady?" he asked, and you hummed.

"thank you, you're literally the best. I don't deserve you."

"don't say that. you deserve the best. I cannot believe I've waited this long to kiss you."

you chuckled, "it's only been two weeks, yoongi."

"and what about it? have you seen yourself? your lips?!"

you slap his back playfully, giggling at his dramatic silliness before looking back up at him, "I can't believe I've been anxious about it this whole time." you pouted.

"it's okay, darling. it's all new to you. today, it's a kiss, tomorrow, something much better is coming your way." he chuckled.

"yoongi!" you slap him again. perhaps, this time with a little bit more of strength to emphasize your exclamation.

[donaweasley]

Sway With Me

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Plot:

Time changes several things, including a person’s appearance. The reader was once fit and confident about her physique but recent changes in her lifestyle has made her bloated. Ashamed of her current body, she shuns away from Loki, and keeps him at bay whenever he tries to get close to her. That was until our Silvertongue decides to erase her insecurities once and for all.

Warnings: Body issues.

Read time: ~6 mins

Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.

~~~~~~

I wanna take you everywhere I go

Have you by my side

Take a walk round in every town

Drive across state lines

Like the sun sends a golden stream

Into our front room

I could be the same old light for you

~~~~~~

“Come on, dance with me,” Loki pulled her out of the couch and flush to his body.

“You mean ‘sway’ with me,” she giggled.

“Whatever you would like to call it,” he rested his cheek against hers.

“I love this song!” She hummed.

“So do I.”

The lyrics floated through the room, and rippled with the movements of the two bodies swaying to the whims of the accompanying music.

~~~~~~

Like the morning is always new

Give it back to you

Like the rain, it just passes through

For all you give

I'll give it back to you

~~~~~~

“You know I love you, right?” Loki murmured on the skin of her shoulder.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then why do you say things that hurt me?”

An exhausted sigh left her. She pulled herself away ever so slightly, just enough to be able to look into his green eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki. It’s true, isn’t it, that I don’t look as I used to. I don’t like this version of me.”

His eyes looked deep into her soul. There was a command in them, as a king would hold while addressing his subject. But it was softened by a reverence and an equally unparalleled love.

~~~~~~

I think about it like a man in need

Every time I'm gone

Wait to see you like a mile-long train

Is passing by your door

And my life is set around you now

Tangled up the same

And I'll be the one who calls your name

~~~~~~

“But I still love you,” Loki declared. “You. How you look has never mattered to me.” 

She raised a playful brow at the statement.

The trickster let out a soft laugh. “I mean, I love the way you look. Any time. In any form. You have always mesmerized me, love.”

“But I disappoint myself,” tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.

“Why do you let your looks define you?” Loki slipped a slender finger beneath her chin and held it up. “You are a queen! It is not your looks but your attitude and your work that should define you.”

“Easy for you to say, god!”

Loki sighed in defeat. There seemed to be no way he could convince her with his words.

“Come here.” He took her by the hand, and walked to their bedroom.

“Love, I get it. I get your point,” she chuckled, assuming Loki’s “intentions”.

“No, you do not. You say that you have understood, and then I see you hating yourself all over again. Were you not the one who had taught me to love myself no matter what the world says? Were you not the one to tell me to look past my faults, and find the light inside? I did. And I found you. I found us!”

“I still love myself,” she tried to reason, “I just...it’s this mirror that I don’t like.”

“And this is exactly the reason why I need you to look at it.”

Loki positioned them to stand in front of the mirror, with her facing it while he stood behind her.

“What do you see?” He asked her reflection.

“A gorgeous god with a bag of fat,” she laughed, knowing the reaction she’d receive from him.

“You know what I see?”

“A humble god with a ravishing woman?” She jested.

“Partially correct. The woman is ravishing, yes. But the god is gorgeous, too.”

“Narcissist!” She smacked his arm playfully.

“What? One should always appreciate oneself! You are the one who has taught me that.”

“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, letting a stubborn smile take over her features.

“But I also see a gracious amount of soft skin hidden behind this ugly piece of cloth,” Loki pulled at her t-shirt.

“Don’t you call my baggy tee ugly, mister!” She laughed.

“Shut up. It is ugly because it does not allow me to feel the warmth of your skin. Do you have any idea how much your touch soothes me? How I crave for your skin...any part of it whenever I am feeling anxious?”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Then? I see this ugly thing again, not hugging but clumsily falling over your beautiful, curvy waist,” his hands gently squeezed her waist. “You know how much I love these curves of yours. But did you know that now there is a lot more room for me to dig my fingers into as I make love to you?”

The way he was purring into her ears, and the manner in which his long fingers were slowly gripping her, made her giggle and squirm.

“Ticklish...just the way I like it. See, you do not even allow me to tickle you anymore.”

The more she wiggled under his hold, the more he continued his mischief. Their laughter filled the room until she was panting and begging him to stop.

He kissed her neck before speaking, “And these?”

His palms had now snaked up her body, stopping only when they came to rest on her breasts.

“Do you have any, any idea how much I love these?”

“I guess, I do,” she replied through ragged breaths. Either his hands were exuding magic or she must have lost her senses during the whole tickle-fight, she thought.

“No, you do not,” he breathed in her ear. Yes, it was him and not her, she was sure now.

“If you knew,” his mouth continued with the words while his hands continued with something else, “you would not have left me craving for days.”

“(Y/N)?” He turned her around to face him, “Why are you depriving me of things that I love? Things that I need for survival? I need you. All of you - the good and the bad. Although there is nothing ‘bad’ about your body but only about the way you look at it. Look at yourself the way I look at you. And then you shall see what a marvellous creation you are!”

A tear ran down her cheek. Wiping it off, she tried to laugh but almost choked on her emotions. “I still don’t understand how you can love me so much. You, a god!”

“I am,” Loki kissed her face, “but a simple man with a heart that beats for you. And yes, the most charming man in the entire universe!”

His mischievous smirk made her laugh. Loki stole the moment to pull her flush to him.

“You are my queen,” he ran a hand over her head and down her neck, “my angel. You are…the most beautiful creation that can ever exist. And never ever will you doubt yourself.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or else I shall punish you.”

A pleasant shiver ran up her spine. “Is that a threat from a god?” She whispered back.

“It is a promise from a god,” his breath warmed the shell of her ear, “and a god always keeps his promise.”

***

Taglist:

@huntress-artemiss @evelyn-kingsley@dryyoursaltyoceantears@modestlyabsurd

[supersapphicsimp]

alchemizing a new american dream

(a gaylor theory)

did you know a rumor among immigrants in the 1800s was that American streets were paved with gold? whether they meant it literally or it was just a shared expression, the phrase represents this idea that the nation was filled with endless hopes and dreams, opportunities, a chance at a better life. but this dream is one that has also been tied to over-idealizing material wealth.

the original wizard of oz by l. frank baum was published at the end of the Gilded Age, which was an era of hyperinflated artifice and material wealth that helped create the conditions for the great depression. economic catastrophe. the oz book is thought to be an allegory for this, with the yellow brick road representing the gold standard of currency that was used at that time, the original silver shoes representing the populist ideal to bring back a silver standard, and the green of oz representing fiat currency. but ultimately all of these things and oz itself are just artifice, and in the same way, the american dream has always been a false ideal and illusion—one that we are watching shatter and crumble around us in real time.

taylor’s american dreams

taylor has referred to the american dream either by name or allusion frequently. here are some notable examples:

• Fresh Out the Slammer:

“Now pretty baby, I’m running back home to you…to the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams, to the one who says I’m the girl of his American dreams. And no matter what I’ve done it wouldn’t matter anyway, ain’t no way I’m gonna screw up now that I know what’s at stake here…”

• King of My Heart:

“Salute to me, I’m your American queen [original lyrics: salute to me like the American Dream] and we rule the kingdom inside my room…King of my heart, body and soul…And all at once, you’re all I want, I’ll never let you go….”

these are her only two songs that directly invoke the phrase “american dream” (though in KOMH it’s in the original lyrics but it still counts imo) but it’s important to know it’s not THE american dream. in KOMH she’s comparing herself to her muse’s version of the american dream. the same is true in FOTS. the one of his american dreams. FOTS and KOMH represent taylor’s ideal of her authentic american dream, which subverts the concept of the american dream = material wealth. KOMH is about her giving up “fancy stuff” for true spiritual wealth, and that’s what’s she’s running home to.

• Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince:

“No cameras catch my pageant smile…And ran for my life…voted most likely to run away with you. And I don’t want you to go, I don’t really wanna fight, cause nobody’s gonna win, I think you should come home…And I’ll never let you go cause I know this is a fight that someday we’re gonna win, just thought you should know.”

• Midnight Rain / High Infidelity

“My town was a wasteland…Full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders, but for some, it was paradise. like a postcard…pcture perfect, shiny family, holiday, peppermint candy”

“Your picket fence is sharp as knives, I was dancing around, dancing around it”

these three songs depict taylor’s struggles with the mainstream/culturally dominant ideal of the american dream and how it feels like a battle, a fight for her life, and ultimately something she decides she has to leave behind. these three songs also are all examples of the dynamic of duality that is present in much of her recent work: brand taylor vs real taylor, miss americana and the heartbreak prince, and they have to come together again for her new american dynasty to begin. MAATHP always sort of sounded like a duet in how she sings it, like the person calling her to come home is the heartbreak prince, and the person who ran for her life and was scared but won’t ever let the other go because she knows one day they’ll win is miss americana. so when miss americana comes home, she’s coming home to the heartbreak prince’s american dreams. midnight rain is another clear example of her duality bc it has taylor literally singing in two pitches, having jack warp her voice to sound masculine. and high infidelity seems like it addresses two different factions of her fanbase, and the regret caused by her “bending the truth” too far.

• lyrical connections: “i’ll never let you go” in both KOMH and MAATHP and “pageant (queens)” in both MAATHP and high infidelity

• The Last Great American Dynasty

this song fully subverts the over-romanticized ideals of the american dream. what’s more of an american dream than an american dynasty? but rebekah rebukes it—she doesn’t just reject it. she ruins it. she ruins everything, and she has a marvelous time while she does it, being the loudest woman the town has ever seen. obviously in the end, taylor becomes rebekah. she identifies with her gleeful destruction of sacred, repressive institutions, expectations, traditions, and standards.

then along comes the tayvis circus. the comparison makes itself on a daily basis with no effort; i constantly see tweets describing the two of them as “american royalty.” the persona that taylor takes on in the context of this stunt represents the epitome of “Miss Americana” the idealized american dream. that’s why so many gaylors were averse to the tayvis spectacle from the start—we knew the kind of discourse it would encourage, and it’s exactly the kind of discourse you would expect from a narrative that encouraged returning to “comforting traditional american values.”

but taylor is rebekah. taylor is going to have a marvelous time ruining everything, too. she’s going to have a marvelous time tearing down their ideal of the last great american dynasty. those are her stakes! and she warned us all, so many times:

after taylor removed TLGAD from the set, she played it exactly twice in the surprise song set. once to announce she is running, leaving behind the traditional image of the american dream that doesn’t suit her, and begging her fans to still want her when she’s not their shining mirrorball anymore;

and once to reclaim her vision for the american dream and declare her choice, to rebuild her american dynasty, and to explain why she had to do what she did. and that she doesn’t regret it. it just felt so good (ruining everything).

and the show immediately after the first time she sang TLGAD with Run, she played these:

laying out her vision of what her (well technically his but he is the heartbreak prince who is also taylor so) american dream looks like, of what exactly she’s running back home to. and it’s… gay as fuck. girl, you’re running back home to emily dickinson’s fuckass stone ivy cottage to be with your lesbian lover and they can call it what they want bc no one knows you like yourself? i know that’s right.

a few more crazy little details that must be documented:

• 7/24/24: There's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote, "I'll wait for you". There's a key on the chain, there's a picture in a frame. Take it with you and run, run from the law, darling, let's run, run from it all.

• 7/27/24 (the next show): “and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown, and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars. now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you, true love…I'm running to the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleams. // I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck, not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me, which is more than they could say, I. I recall late November, holding my breath, slowly I said, "You don't need to save me. But would you run away with me?" Yes. So yeah, it's a fire, it's a goddamn blaze in the dark, and you started it. You started it. So yeah, it's a war, it's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it.

• the first time she played TLGAD was with Run, a song that mentions a key on a chain. the second time she played it was in Ours x TLGAD, and she had one of her famous glitches. she started to play and then stopped and said, “that’s the wrong key Um, so wish me more luck than that.”

• the day after the first time she played TLGAD with Run, she played FOTS x This Love and ivy x CIWYW. before she sang ivy, she hit the note off-key (it sounded super on purpose), then said “well. sometimes you just don’t hit the right note, do you?”

• the first “great american dynasty” is the vision of the american dream she’s running from bc it’s “the wrong key,” the wrong note. she’s running back home to her own vision of the american dream, using performance art to physically represent her intentionality in making the different choice this time, in hitting the right note. and this love is ours, so you can call it what you want. it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong 💞🌈 and they can’t take what’s ours

for evermore 🤎

[yandere-yearnings]

ultraviolence by LDL except it's sun ❤️

i KNOW he's meant to be a cute author yan but to me he is EVIL and i think about that one "don't wanna take ur eyes away" drabble u wrote a lot more than i should dar. u did this to me. 😓😓

my apologies genie😔💔 hope giving you this (non-canon) evil sun will make up for it🤧 i was gonna add some flower motifs and stuff bc yk,, ✨️ultraviolence✨️ but i've been distracted so it got lost on me lmao

putting this one under a cut bc it's vv heavy on the implied abuse and domestic violence + reader is some sort of emotionally manipulated w/ stockholm syndrome (??) also this is definitely my worst piece writing-wise and i'm embarrassed haha subby sun enjoyers pls look away he is not very bby boy in this

There was a place he would take you to. Blindfolded in the passenger seat of his car, windows rolled down so you could feel the breeze, warm like his hand on your thigh, like the laughter swapped in breaths between the two of you. You loved him so much, not once did you question his taking your vision from you, even if only momentarily.

He promised to show you only beautiful things. You believed him.

It was a garden. Basked in green lights and shimmering white. A place where daybreak seemed eternal, because Sun only brought you there on the brightest summer mornings. He’d lift the cloth from your eyes, and each time without fail, the ethereal world around you was lost to his radiant smile. Narrowed to brown irises brimming gold, you’d dance to unspoken vows, whispered to the winds on chaste kisses. All you wanted was to spend the rest of your life with him. For that, you’d given him everything.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Running through this empty concert hall in the dead of night; an impulsive game of cat and mouse coordinated by slivers from the dying moon. Why was it that the more distance you put between you, the more you felt you were leaving yourself behind?

Open doors to the rain outside, and the coldness of it all should’ve woken you up. That scent of mud and dirt, the taste of iron at the back of your teeth, the way you felt your heart would burst from all that welled inside — yet for a minutes, you waited there. Minutes, wishing you could feel those hands on your swollen ankles. That Sun would drag you back to him before you could make the stupid decision to walk away again.

Discordant crashes and bangs and the sound of familiar footsteps. Your grip loosened on the handle. He didn’t even chase you anymore. Sun knew you, and you knew yourself, too. You were hopeless, even if it hurt. If he were to pin you down and break your legs like he always said he would, you would feign ignorance to it all. Staring into the endless blackness that vignetted from the four corners of this grand auditorium, you’d revisit the evening he’d invited you to the orchestra with him, and pretend you remained there. 

Blind-eyed, and finally, arms around your hips. You could hear the violins. “Should I bury you, baby?” fingers snaking up, prints in purple to the column of your throat, “is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I don’t know what’ll fix me.”

“Nothing can.” Sun was the knife and needle all at once. Nails digging into your skin, twisting your head to meet his gaze. He’d snap your neck. You were sure of it. “But it’s okay,” a soft smile, your foreheads touched. “I’ve loved you ugly, haven’t I?”

He had. Sun loved you even when his name on your skin had scabbed into a disgusting cluster of blood and tissue. He loved you when you were beaten and broken. Touched you so tenderly afterwards, you could completely forget it was him that slammed your skull against the floorboards — so insistently to the point the wood was stained to its core. Maybe it all got skewed in your head then, but you didn’t care anymore. Nobody would understand what you felt with him. You’d no longer be able to imagine life if you were to take him out of yours.

“Your legs hurt, don’t they?” he cooed, moving to stand in front of you. His thumb brushed your cheek, and came away wet. “You’re crying.”

You sniffled, leaning in, nuzzling into his all-encompassing warmth. “I don’t mean to.” It was strange how all else became insignificant like this. “I’m not sad.”

“That’s good.” Sun glanced outside, and there were strings tugging your stomach to your lungs. You wanted his attention back on you. You wanted everything from him. His deepest desires unravelled in pillow talk alone, had become your own. Now, it made sense.

So you didn’t refuse when he ushered you to your knees. Sun's praise was sweet, tone dulcet and sombre and safe when he told you to follow him, to crawl — looking out for you as always because your knees were in better shape than your feet.

The rain in rivulets over him, shirt damp quick, and sticking to his skin. Sun showed you his backbone. The smile coming to your lips felt wiry. He must’ve trusted you as much as you did him. 

“Will you take me home?”

“No,” he muttered. “To the garden. We’ll dig your grave.”

[theplottdump]

Continuing the march to the ranch, 008 decided it was now her turn to interrupt the silence. The kind of silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. It simply was.

Kate: So what is working for Bublé like? He seems kindaaa- Diego: Overly enthusiastic? Kate: Useless.

Diego: He's not too bad. He's tryin' at least. And he's on site more often than the other owner. Kate: Other owner? Diego: Yeah- the place is a joint venture. Old Owners sold it cheap to a second cousin or somethin and he got roped into the whole mess of managin' it all.

Kate: They are actually going to hire a real chef one day right? Diego: Why? Personally, I think nothin' says Winterfest like eggs done up twelve different ways. Kate: You're not funny. Diego: I think I'm plenty funny. And charming. Kate: Modest too. Diego: I'm glad we agree.

Diego: 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘆. After the place sold I was real surprised they let me keep Chavo around- seein' as he's a mouth to feed as any, and there ain't much real ranchin' to do these days.

Not that I'm complainin'. He's a good dog.

Diego: But here's the thing- I don't even think the guy likes dogs all that much, or even horses for the matter. He spooks like a squirrel whenever Chavo gets the jump on him. Kate: 𝗢𝗱𝗱. Diego: Real Odd.

Diego: Still- It'll be nice to see the old place alive and kickin' again once this all gets properly started up.

She's been sittin' quiet and empty for too long. It just ain't right.

Diego: We used to have these big grand cookouts here when I was younger.

Neighborin' townsfolk would come round with some instruments for music, and there'd be good food, bad dancin' and loud singin' all night- til either yer feet gave out or yer stomach did from all the twirlin'.

Kate: I bet you were a popular dance partner. Diego: Would have been rude to say no to a pretty girl. And even ruder to leave one sittin' on the sidelines all on their lonesome. Kate: How noble. Diego: S'Just good manners.

Kate: It sounds like fun. Diego: It was- Not much use for the old Gazebo nowadays, but she's pretty enough to look at so I guess they decided she was worth keeping around for now.

Kate: If all this hurts you so much- why do you stay? Why not just pick up and leave?

Diego: And where would I go?

Diego: My whole life is just this place. Every horse in that stable is my responsibility now. That's not just somethin' I can drop so easy. This ranch, it's a part of me- no matter how much glitter they manage to pile on it.

Diego: I'm afraid I'm stuck.

Kate: My parents don't talk to each other. Diego: What?

Kate: They really should have been divorced a long time ago- all they ever did was fight.

I think they refused half out of spite, half out of whatever superiority complex it gave them being the only married couple still together in their posh friend group.

Diego: And you? Kate: They doted on me. Competitively. It was stressful. Everything had to be perfect. At least on the outside. But most of the time? I just wanted to scream.

When I left Brindleton for Del Sol I don't know which of us was the most relieved.

Diego: I'm real sorry to hear that.

Kate: Don't be. Wasn't your fault. And my therapist told me it wasn't mine either so there's no point in crying about it.

Plus the Valley is pretty nice- weather's good at least. Less constant rain. But sometimes I do miss the snow.

Diego: C'mon, follow me- I wanna show you somethin'. Kate: What? What are you up to now? Diego: 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗲- 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱.

[mind1997]

Sera was never quite the quietest girl Her attacks are loud and they're joyful But, she knew the ways of nobler men And she knew how to enrage them

She would always like to say "Why change the past, when you can own this day?" Today she will fight to keep her way She's a rogue and a thief, and she'll tempt your fate

__sera raney shockne__

[mtayl0rr]

The Anomaly (Prologue)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 450 Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: this is just my silly little goof while I have free time don’t expect anything spectacular LMAO I just wanna get something out to test the waters before pouring time into a full story

Orange monitors whirred to life as security footage sprawled across the holograms. A web of wires and plastic surrounded the platform that floated above the cold ground. Gray steam danced through the air, the scent leaking through the mask covering Miguel O’Hara’s face. The aroma was oddly calming; another reminder that he was still breathing. As someone who spent his days drowning in work, the air pricking at his lungs was a welcome wake-up call.

His crimson eyes scanned the glitching footage displayed in front of him, searching the screens for her; the anomaly who slipped from his grasp. She was tech savvy, being as she managed to deactivate the tracking device in her day pass. Luckily, her reckless universe hopping caught the attention of other league members. For the last two days, she’s been recovering on Earth-B9402.

Miguel had learned quickly that chasing after her would need to be more calculated than other anomalies. She was slippery, deceitful, and aggravating. He didn’t know her name, her home universe, or her intentions. All he knows is that she hitched a ride to Nueva York, snuck inside of HQ, and ran off with a day pass once she was spotted. All without showing her face.

Every Earth he managed to track her to, she escaped before he even had a chance to catch her. Three days ago he thought he finally cornered her. Her black makeshift suit glided through the dark of the night like a shadow, but he saw her. The only thing that identified her as a Spider-Person was the stringy webs that she used to catapult herself from building to building. He just needed one more moment, one stronger stride so he could sink his fangs into her neck and immobilize her. But all he managed was to pin her arms against the dirty brick of a building, his claws sinking into the warm flesh of her arms before she kicked his crotch and slipped into the night.

Now, he watched her through a camera on Earth-B9402, dressing her wounds. Lyla’s form hovered over the screens, watching Miguel intently. “Do you want me to call their local Spider-man?” She asked, hesitantly fixing her heart shaped glasses.

“No,” grumbled Miguel. “No, not yet.” His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as she used a bucket of dirty rain water and fast food napkins to clean the gashes he left in her forearms. Miguel watched the yellow and black punctures disappear under tan bandages, the anomaly flinching as she tightened them. She may have slipped away, but Miguel weakened her. He slowed her down. She wouldn’t get away again, he would make sure of it. “This one’s mine.”

Chapter 1

[salmonight]

Free Title Ideas Pt. 1

I am always looking for new title ideas trying to find the perfect match for my meager amount of fics actually published ( I got a ton of wips mind you) so I have this little file full with title ideas I got from here and there and I thought I share them! Feel free to use them and all! I only actually used a few of them myself so theyre up for the take! Enjoy!

( I suck at categorizing mind u so take it however u want)

Low Mood:

Paint Splattered Teardrops

A Mournful Radio Song

The Quite Ivories

20 Minute Too Long… Too Late-

No Third Round Up

My Heart's An Artifice, A Decoy Soul

If These Walls Could Talk

Like Drying Paint on the Walls

Withering Memories

Bury Our Secrets Shallow

Isn't It Tragic How Far You Came?

The Best of the Worsts

Your Wings Are Failing, Icarus

Let Your Wings Carry You Away From Here

Cry For Reflection

The Scream of Winter

Much Madness in Divinest Sense

Family Doesn't End in Blood

In This Castle Of Glass

All the Same (Once a Liar, Always a Liar)

Crack:

Law is Where You Buy It

Miles from Normal

Stop Screaming - It's Me

Between Two Liars…

Lost My Soul and All I Got Was this T-Shirt

Dude, Where's My Soul?

When Life Hands You Demons Make Demonade

Demon-Blend Straigh From Hell

Nothing to See Here Officer, Just a Bunch of Blobs

Hey Kid, Wanna Buy a Blob Ghost?

Gingers Have No Souls

This Little Blob of Mine

Feral Goose Hunting: A Beginner's Guide (Just Don't)

10 Ways to Connect with Your Feral Goose by Robin

A Guide on Ruining Your Life

It IS and Idea (Just NOT the Brightest)

I Am totally NOT the One to Blame for THIS

Dead Men Won't Shut Up

Encryptid

Cryptid Crash Course

Shakespeare Has Nothing on Me!

[insert name]'s Observation Diary of the Weirdest Boss(es)

The Devil’s Eyes and His Voice of Reason

Romance:

Makeshift Chemistry

Stargazing, Coffee and the Mystery of You..

Play Love Like Killers (We All Fall)

Good Vibes:

Sunshine Riptide

Come on Baby, the Laugh Is on Me

Fair With Some Rain

Star Light, Star Bright, First Arrow I See Tonight

Bitter (?):

Ah, Lay Waste to it, then Laugh at it

Believe, We Were Never Gonna Lose Control

Die, but too Blind to See

Too Latte for Smiling (yes thats a pun there no miss typing)

And as the Scribe Said, Mark Me Up With Words

Vodka Shots in the Dark

What Lingers, What Waits

Dr.Sunshine is Dead

Action:

Swing 'em Sword, Comin' in Swarms

Droppin' Guns all on the Floor 'till it look like River Styx

Black on Black at Night

Rifles, and they're Useless in this House

Dropp the Dagger

Watch Us BURN

Death:

Leave Your Body and Soul at the Door

Dead Man's Party

'Till the Reaper Call

'cause the Hangman's Waiting

A Night in the Ice Box

Stars Fall Underground

Can't Reach the Stars from the Underworld

Dance on Your Grave in All Whites

I Will See You Down Below

A Toast to the Passing Lights

I am a Ghost, but Only If You Remember

A Forray into Thanatology

Do You Want to Build a Snow-ghost?

In the In Between

Deceased When Last Seen

They Only Murdered Him Once

Colder Than These Bones

A Ghostly Collection of Stories once Untold

Dearly Departed

Hopeful:

City of Last Hopes

Bright Foggy Skies

This Bird Has Flown

A Bard's Tale, so Bittersweet

In the Winter, the Van Keeps Rolling

Oh Raven (Sing Me a Happy Song)

A Light to Call Home

Lost and Found

Towards the Sun

Khmm I have quite a few ghost/death and Dc related ones cuz I mostly wrote DC and DP fics so I looked for tittles for those. Those who know, know those who don't can ignore them.

Pt 2 |

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Electric Touch

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I've got my money on things goin' badly

Got a history of stories ending sadly

Still hoping that the fire won't burn me

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (Woah)

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I was thinking just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the stars align (Just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

And you won't need space

Or string me along while you decide

And just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the moment's right (The moment's right)

It's 8:05 and I see two headlights

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch (Ooh)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life (Life)

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

🫶🫶🫶

Timeless lyrics

Down the block, there's an antique shop

And something in my head said, "Stop," so I walked in

On the counter was a cardboard box

And the sign said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"

Black and white, saw a '30s bride

And school lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house

The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down

And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain

But in those photos, I saw us instead

And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other

In another life, you still would've turned my head even if we'd met

On a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right

And you would've been fine

We would have been timeless

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

I had to smile when it caught my eye

There was one of a teenage couple in the driveway

Holdin' hands on the way to a dance

And the date on the back said 1958

Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Time stood still like somethin' in this old shop

I thought about it as I started lookin' 'round

At these precious things that time forgot

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs

Story of a romance torn apart by fate

Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did

And I'd die for you in the same way if I first saw your face

In the fifteen hundreds off in a foreign land

And I was forced to marry another man

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

Time breaks down your mind and body

Don't you let it touch your soul

It was like an age-old classic

The first time that you saw me

The story started when you said, "Hello"

In a crowded room a few short years ago

And sometimes there's no proof, you just know

You're always gonna be mine

We're gonna be

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray

We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made

And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless"

We're gonna be timeless, timeless

You still would've been mine

We would've been

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

You still would've been mine

We would've been

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

Down the block, there's an antique shop

And somethin' in my head said, "Stop," so I walked in

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

[the-wild-candy]

If your spirit guide was a person irl - who would they be to you?

💚How to pick a pile - I want you to close your eyes and imagine an aura, a painting, or maybe even a face which you think reminds you of your spirit guide. Once you've done that, take a deep breath, open your eyes and the picture which grabs your attention the most, is your pile.

💚Credit to Pinterest for these pictures.

💚This is for entertainment purposes only. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. I really appreciate feedbacks!

Pile 1

Queen of swords - The lovers - knight of cups - five of coins - four of swords - ace of wands

If your spirit guide was a person irl, they would either be your soulmate, a motherly figure who seems cruel to the eye but is actually a sweetheart, {or a pet bird if we incorporate spirit animals into this}. They would be the type of person who would stop you to go out late at night because they are worried about your safety. The person who would keep you safe in the locks of their heart. I am hearing "you'll be safe in my heart". They'll be very protective over you. I am mostly picking up on them being a romantic partner to you. They would teach you the true learning behind sufferings.

They would make you see lessons which you would be blinded to in times of pain and sacrifice. I am hearing "please see the light". Your spirit guide would be the type of person who would provide you direction. They are the person who would stare at you lovingly but also get really mad if anything bad was to happen to you, especially if you're the reason the bad thing has happened. Sort of like "I am the reason of my own destruction". They are the type of person you'd meet on a cold lonely night and see the warmest shades of stars dancing and raining along with the snowflakes. Their sole purpose is to make you see the teachings one single sacrifice/period of pain can give you.

They would teach you how to rise up and above what's hurting you. I am hearing "it's the cycle of love and hate, a cycle of pain and death, it's all karma". They will act as a wise teacher, perhaps a guide who would lay a soothing hand on your head and tell you to not give up even if the needles prick your skin. They would motivate and inspire you to paint your story on a canvas in a bright red shade merging with the color of a flame. Your spirit guide would be behind you realising that thorns come with roses, it's just the way you want to look at it.

Pile 2

The empress - the chariot - the hermit - king of wands - knight of cups rx - five of wands rx - three of swords rx

Some of you were attracted to pile 1 as well. You might wanna check it out, there may be some messages for you in there.

I am picking up on a mysterious guru. A literal guru. Spirit was creating so mush mystery as to who would they be to you. I kept hearing "monk" and "Buddha", "path to enlightenment". They would be someone who has devoted their whole life in the name of God. Someone who could've swore in the name of God in one of their past lives. I feel like they could even be a warrior in their past life. They are extremely powerful.

Even when they'll be in contact with you as a person, they will be kind and gentle. The way they will explain things to you will be very black and white. There's no gray area here. They'll bring you clarity but there will always be an enigmatic glow to them. It's like you will never be able to know all of them. You'll get to know little bits and pieces of who they really are. They will wear masks, a mask of a frenemy, a supporter and cheerleader, a guide. It all depends on what they want to do. They will teach you the strength in being honest, charming and passionate at the same time.

I am hearing "magic wand". It's possible that they'll give you tricks of handling different situations in life. Ngl, i feel like they could even teach you witchcraft and magick. They would be a very blunt person. They'll point you out when you'll act moody or petty. They will teach you how important it is to avoid conflicts sometimes. I had a vision of someone saying "don't be so uptight" while making an annoyed face. Yeah, they won't take any bs. But they would surely teach you how to build a whole damn empire with your bare hands (okay that was intense). They would teach you the art of forgiving, overcoming grief and optimism.

Pile 3

Six of coins - the world - two of swords - seven of swords - five of coins rx - the hierophant rx - ace of coins

An old kind lady who feeds animals on a daily basis (could even be your grandmother), or a friend with whom you fall in love with eventually but seperate as the time goes by. The type with whom you go on adventures with followed by sheer joy and no regrets. They would be the type of person who would be able to see your dried up tears. The type who would make you chicken soup or get you chicken nuggets when you get sick or are in a bad mood. I am hearing "you are the most beautiful memory of my life". They would make you see what you really want in life.

Your true desires, the days you have to chase. It's giving classic - right person, wrong time but again, it's supposed to be a phase/ a period in your life. A cycle you go through together, and come to end of that very same cycle together. They would teach you how to be more decisive. Choose the path which really calls out to you. They would teach you to strategize, and safe yourself from nasty/sticky situations. It's like they will help you become street smart. They will teach you acceptance, they will make you see the positive changes in life. They will also help you in improving your finances/financial stability. They will encourage you to go after what you want, even if it doesn't fit the society's expectations.

"You wanna do something? Try something new maybe? Go for it." That's how they'll react. They will guide you majorly in the field of money, abundance and investments. Your spirit guide will help you pick up on missed or hidden opportunities. Remember how i mentioned "adventures" in the beginning? It makes sense now because they are so keen on you experiencing all that you really want from life. They will teach you a whole bunch of life skills which will stay with you forever but in the most discrete and entertaining possible. Also, i feel like they'll have a good sense of humor. They will be the type of person who would laugh at the silliest things ever and then give the best advice written in the books of mankind (exaggeration but you get the point).

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