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[riekirei]

00:00 — nishimura riki

your boyfriend, riki, came home after an exhausting day, working and practicing. you stay up and wait for him til late to see him come home, tired.

pairing: idol bf!riki x afab!reader | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: reader and riki call each other baby, reader kisses riki on the forehead and cheek

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word count: 735

author’s note: this is just so cutee. i enjoyed writing this sm and i hope you enjoy reading it as well! not proofreaadd btw

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22:12

you were scrolling on your phone, laying down across the couch with a fluffy blanket covering you body. you were waiting for riki to get home from working at the hybe building. you figured he was up practicing after a long day of promoting and shooting for their recent comeback. you weren't too sure where he was at the moment. he might've been on his way home, maybe even at the studio this late at night. 

22:27

you decide to text him.

“babyyy”

“where r uu :(“

you type in and send. you blink a few times, feeling how droopy your eyes were. it was getting late and you couldn’t deny how sleepy you were. you yawned as you shut your phone off, laying it by your side. you pulled your blanket up to your chin and laid there, wondering were riki could be.

22:46

some time later, you check your phone to see if he had responded. ‘delivered.’ riki hadn’t opened your message. he was probably on his way home right now so you didn’t really worry. 

your eyelids were heavy and you couldn’t fight off how much you wanted to sleep. eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, tucked into the fluffy blanket. 

23:07

you awake to the sound of keys clanking right outside the door. the doorknob twisted and the door opened, revealing the sight of your boyfriend. he took his shoes off and dropped his bag onto the floor. you rubbed your eyes and just as you were about to stand up and greet him, you see him walk into the bedroom with his eyes half shut.

“woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going?” you ask him as he trailed off. “sleep” he said. “noo, baby. not just yet. we need to get you washed up first” you told him. riki stops and turns to see you. “babyy~ can we go to sleep?” he asks you, slowly blinking and standing still, clearly tired. you walk towards him and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the bathroom you had in the room. “let’s wash up first, pleaaaseee?” you softly say, looking into his eyes. riki nods and walks with you towards the bathroom.

you help him get into the shower and handed him his towel and his new change of clothes. riki took a quick shower and as soon as he got out, you helped him dry his hair and body. you made sure he was feeling okay. as you pat his face down with a towel, you could tell just by his eyes how exhausted he was. “tired hm?” you asked him. all he did was nod. you smile and caress his cheek. 

23:32

after riki washed up, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes, he laid down onto his side of the bed. you came shortly after with a glass of water you took from the kitchen while riki was changing. you handed it over to him and waited for him to finish before setting it aside for him on the bedside table. you pulled the blanket over the two of you and closed the lights, leaving only a dim one by the doorway lit up. 

you watched riki as his eyes shut. you rub circles onto his temples and forehead to help him relax and release any tension he had. riki then rested his hand by your waist, bringing you in slightly closer. your hands move up and made its way onto his hair. you play with it and lightly massaged his scalp. riki had a smile across his face.

23:49

you thought of putting pain relief patches on his shoulders to relieve any of the pain his muscles might’ve had from practicing and working all day. you get up to fetch them from a drawer in your closet. you gently lift his shoulders up to place the patches onto them. you lay him back down, looking at him, admiring how pretty he was.

23:59 

you pushed riki’s hair back and gave him a kiss on the forehead and on the cheek. going back down, riki hugged your torso and you buried your face into his chest. “i’m so proud of you for always working hard. good night. i love you, riki” you say before closing your eyes and finally falling asleep in his embrace.

00:00

“i do it for you. i love you more, y/n”

[ellecdc]

the thought of the marauders and the slytherin skittles being on opposing hockey teams, and the reader being SOMETHING for the skittles (like their coach or something medical related) with the marauders absolutely feening for her has been rotting my brain recently, just had to get this off my chest thank you for coming to my ted talk.

hehehehe - also apologies to my non-hockey loving followers, I've clearly lost the plot

hockey player!marauders x slytherin staff!reader who they have a crush on [735 words]

CW: brothers, hockey, swearing

“Finally ready to leave the darkside and come join us in Gryffindor, gorgeous?” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you, causing the unlucky player you had cornered after the pregame warmup for content creation to roll his eyes.

“You do know that it’s terribly uncouth for the other team to trespass in the home team's wing, right?” Regulus grumbled as he gave his brother a pointed look. 

“‘Uncouth’, he says. Christ, Reg, join us in the 21st century, will ya?” Sirius Black chuckled as he moved to stand beside you; his already tall frame now imposing as he towered over you in his hockey equipment. 

“Get the fuck out of our hall.” Regulus corrected himself, causing Sirius to pretend to wipe proud tears from under his eyes. 

“They grow up so fast.”

“We thought we lost ya, Pads- oh!” Another voice sounded before two more Gryffindor players appeared from around the corner. “It’s you!” 

“Is it really breaking news to find a Slytherin player outside of the Slytherin locker room in the Slytherin stadium?” Regulus spat then, causing James Potter’s eyes to dart over to his teammate's younger brother. 

“Oh! Hi Reg, didn’t see ya there.” 

“Oh my god.” You huffed.

“Can I go now?” Regulus whined.

“No.” You and Sirius chorused before you two shared a look - you, glowering at him, and him, beaming at you. 

“How do you have the loveliest social media manager in the league and then whine when you have to spend time with her?” Remus Lupin asked as he narrowed his eyes playfully at Regulus, resting his chin atop his stick. 

James nodded eagerly. “We’d treat ya way better in Gryffindor, angel, just say the word.”

“The word is mischief, by the way.” Sirius added, shooting you a wink. 

“And here I was thinking my brother came all the way over here to wish his little brother luck.” Regulus deadpanned. 

“Why would you think that?” Sirius asked then, causing Regulus to theatrically drop his gloves as the two of them playfully sparred outside of the Slytherin locker room. 

You had to admit, it made a great video for instagram and tiktok - people loved brothers in the NHL. 

“Alright, alright. If you get a black eye before the game, coach’ll have my head. Get lost, Black.” You relented, swatting Regulus’ arm to dismiss him. 

“Good luck baby bro!” Sirius called after him when Regulus hardly waited a second after you told him he could go.

“Bite me.” Was all you heard as Regulus disappeared behind the locker room door. 

“The coaches are going to accuse you of coming over here to get in his head, you know.” You chided as you tried to level Sirius a look, though when you had him looking right back at you, you were sure it fell painfully flat as your cheeks heated to near painful levels. 

Sirius simply shrugged. “Easy enough to explain I didn’t actually come over here for him.”

“You lot didn’t actually come walk all the way over here in your gear just to talk to me.” You scoffed as you walked away, biting your lip as you heard three sets of skates walking behind you. 

“Sure we did.” James agreed readily. 

“Is that such a crime?” Remus asked.

“Probably not according to the league, but-”

“But?” Sirius asked as he moved to stand in front of you with a perfectly arched eyebrow, blocking you from disappearing behind a door with a staff only sign on it. 

“What is it you came to ask me?” You laughed, causing Sirius to throw his hands up in exasperation. 

“When are you leaving the Snakes to come work for the Lions?” Remus asked with a smile. 

“Why would I leave!?”

“They don’t treat you right, angel.” James answered solemnly. “You deserve better.”

“We love filming content; we’d be at your beck and call.” Sirius added. 

You hummed as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I’ve noticed you’re rather vain.” 

Sirius gasped and held a gloved hand to his chest. “You’ve noticed me!?”

“Get the fuck out of our hall.” You ordered him with a laugh, repeating Regulus’ demand from before. “Absolute fiends.” 

“On and off the ice, sweetheart.” Remus added with a wink as you pushed open the office door. 

“Hey! You’re not actually going to leave without wishing us luck, are you?” James called.

“Bite me!”

“Name the time and place, doll!”

[kassiekole22]

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

His Angel

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Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader

Description: Desperate to save your boyfriend, Josh, you travel through the mines alone to find him, soon to have a bittersweet reunion...

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mention Of Death.

Word Count: 735

A/N: The queen of fluff and angst is back, bitches!!! Haha, just kidding. I'm not the queen. 😂 But I am back and plan on delivering some brand new fics to the Until Dawn fanbase to celebrate the remake, starting with this fic here. I hope you enjoy it. 🖤 (Find all my fics at #kassieuntildawnfanfics until I can fix my masterlist, and comment to let me know if you want to be added to the new taglist!)

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

She screams his name, her voice echoing off the rocks walls and dirt pathways, traveling for miles through the underground tomb but falling on the deaf ears of the dead. She runs through the rugged maze that is these old mines, while fear grips her heart tightly. But she isn't as afraid of the possible dangers that lurk in the shadows as she is afraid of losing that one person she searches for.

Jagged stones scrape and cut her flesh as she climbs, painting the environment crimson with her blood. The harsh cold air bites fiercely at her skin, freezing through to her bones enough to cause nothing but a painful numbness to course through her limbs. The agony she feels is more intense than anything she has ever been through, but she must keep going. Her love for him fuels her strength as she pushes through and bears it all.

She won't stop until she finds him... Death wouldn't even get in her way...

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

He sits with his head in his hands, his body trembling from the freezing temperature and his deep fear of isolation. He wishes for redemption—to see her again and make things right. It is the only thing that keeps him holding on anymore. He chews at his dry and cracked lip while familiar voices echo in his brain. Are the memories? Did he create them? Were they even real? He doesn't know. Though he hopes that some day he can get some answers.

But suddenly—amist the sadist voices swirling around his mind—another voice calls out. It's much sweeter than the rest, with a hint of sorrow and a broken sob mixed within it. Though it still sounds warm, just like home. It takes him a moment before he can comprehend the voice, until she is crouching before him and taking his bruised cheeks in her icy, frostbitten hands.

His pale blue eyes lift up, and a gasp of a shaken breath leaves him at the sight of her. Soaking wet hair frames her dirty face, and a few trickles of blood drip from a wide cut on her forehead and a few more from falling from her lips. Then his eyes glance back down to see even more blood covering her clothes. He wants to ask what happened to her, but he can only muster up one word to speak...

"Angel..." He whispers, which filters through a cold breath, parting his chapped lips ever so slightly.

She smiles faintly at this as her glistening eyes light back up with life. It was a word that always made her heart flutter, just as long as it came from him. She wraps her arms around him, embracing him like it will be the last time she ever gets to. And he rests his head on her shoulder while returning the embrace, sighing happily now that he is right back where he belongs. Although she looks a mess, she couldn't look better to him in this moment. His angel—the girl who had saved him time and time again—was finally back in his arms. He couldn't be more grateful for it.

And she is grateful that he didn't hear it—the screams that tore from her blood-stained lips as her stomach and other vital organs got ripped out by the wendigo. He didn't need the guilt weighing him down any further than he had already sunk. She may have died trying to find him, but she reached her goal in the end. She vowed that not even death would stop her. And even though it tried right before she got to him, she continued to push through due to her overwhelming love for him. 

Now she will watch over him while he waits to be saved, maybe even while he tries to heal in the hospital and longer if she's allowed to leave this place. She would hold his hand while he learns of her fate, even if he doesn't know of her presence. She knows that deep down, he would still feel her near. She would watch him find love again and raise a family like they had talked about in the past. Despite the pain of that future no longer being with her, she would watch with a tearful smile, proud of him for all he overcame. She would continue to protect him from beyond for years—she would continue to be his angel.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

[writtenbymoonflower]

omg i have a request !!! i don't think our bb james is much of a fighter, but imagine if someone just say something about reader that just hits a nerve, and poor bb literally gives himself a panic attack, to a point where reader is just pushing him away and trying to get him to breathe with her :((( just reassuring him and giving him all the love in the world !!! ofc u don't have to if u don't wanna ily !!!

i love this! thank you so much hunny! James Potter x fem!reader

cw: mentions of drinking, pressuring someone to drink, ‘b word’ used as a derogatory term, swearing

735 words

Despite the bitter chill in the air, you felt clammy and cramped. The campfire radiating warmth into your face was pleasant, but the overcrowding of bodies sitting next to you wasn’t as much. You leaned onto James’ chest, snuggling closer when he put a long arm around your shivering shoulders. The night was winding down from Sirius’ party, only a few people remained, all sharing the leftover drinks around the fire. The small amount of alcohol you had drank that night was sitting in your stomach like a brick and you couldn’t wait to get home and sleep it off. Your eyes were just drifting closed when they snapped wide open, a cold bottle pressed against painfully your bare shoulder. 

You looked up to see the person next to you trying to hand off a beer bottle to you. He was looking at you nicely enough, but you still declined. 

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You gave him a polite smile before turning back to James, who you could tell was reigning in his overprotectiveness. 

“C’mon, girly. One won’t hurt.” He pressed the bottle closer. “You’re not even buzzed, I can tell.” 

You stayed friendly but your tone was firmer. “I promise I’m fine. I’m sure someone else wants another though.” You cut your eyes to Remus and Sirius and their pile of empty beer and cider bottles next to them, laying scattered like an army fallen. 

“You sure?” The man sing-songed, pressing the cold bottle to your neck, wet with condensation. You flinched away. 

“Mate, pack it in. She said she didn’t want any.” James pulled you closer protectively. He wasn’t necessarily harsh, but the lack of joviality in his tone was chilling for those who know him well. The man took on a defensive nature, but was still attempting to appease James. 

“I’m doing this for you man.” He waggled his brows at James knowingly. “I’m sure she’s loads more fun loosened up.” You felt James stiffen but he didn’t have a chance to respond before the man looked at you, half joking, half irritation. “C’mon stop being such a frigid bitch and have a drink.” 

James shot up, swiftly moving so that he was between you and the man. “What the fuck did you just say?” The guy was floundering, backpedaling fast. 

“I’m just playing! Didn’t think you would be upset, shit.” He scooted away from your seething boyfriend. 

“You didn’t think I would be upset that you called my girlfriend a- that word? Are you really that fucking thick?” James snapped. He got closer to the guy's face before you tugged his hand. 

“James, calm down, it’s okay.” You stood up to gently tug him away. 

“Yeah, man. Listen to your bird-” He started, but then James snapped his head back, eyes ablaze. 

“McLaggen, mate, just leave.” Sirius said, harshly. 

“What? Sirius, c’mon. It’s a jo-” He stood up. Remus marched over, helping him to get his stuff. 

“Well it wasn’t fucking funny. You don’t say that shit here.” Remus said coldly. Their chatter moved away as he marched the offending man away from the fire. James looked like he was going to yell something after him, but he stopped. 

“It’s okay, Jamie.” You soothed, pulling him away as well. 

“It’s not.” He reiterated. “I can’t belie- I’m so sorry angel. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He hugged you tight. 

“I’m okay, he didn’t. You don’t need to be sorry. It was just a stupid guy, not nearly the worst I’ve encountered.” You laughed.

“That does not make it better.” He huffed like an angry puppy. “I can’t believe some people think that’s an okay thing to call a girl. My mam would’ve had my head if I ever said that.” 

“Not everyone is as amazing as you, honey. And a lot of people are worse than that guy.” You rubbed a hand up and down his tense arm. 

He at you wide-eyed. “Okay, well firstly, someone isn't 'amazing' for not being an asshole, that's just not being horrendous. And secondly.” He was half concern half immense confusion. “Who all has been like that to you? How many lads have been like him? I want names and dates, lovely.” 

“James,” You lovingly scoffed. “I love you. I love how protective you are of me, but I really am okay. Some people are just dickheads, it’s part of life.” 

He grunted, pulling you back into his arms. “Just because it's a part of life doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He kissed the top of your head firmly. “I love you too.” 

“Do you want to go back?” You asked softly, rubbing the thick curls at the base of his neck.

“Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I just- need to hold onto you.” His biceps strained around you from how tightly you were being held.

You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. “Okay.”

[landograndprix]

home ✾ c.l

summary: a look inside the lives of family leclerc

requested: yes!

a/n: its kinda shors but should i make this a series with multiple drivers? 👀

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yourbestfrienduser Julia said living the live is exhausting

y/n_leclerc being a toddler is hard but someone's gotta do it

landonorris put some clothes on man, there's children on this app

yourmothersuser my babies 🥰

isahernaez she's so much bigger since the last time I saw her!

y/n_leclerc she's growing way too fast 😭

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charles_leclerc missing my girls, je t'aime ❤️

yourbestfrienduser aw I miss you too Charles

charles_leclerc who says I was talking about you?

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y/n_leclerc yes. 🥰

arthur_leclerc am I ever going to see my niece again or?

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charlesprivate a few more weeks before Julia will be a big sister, we can't wait for our baby boy 💙

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pierregasly if he's going to be named after anyone it's going to be me guys

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y/n_leclerc and it was all red. P1 for my love, proud of you ❤️

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yourmomsuser very proud of charles! Julia can't wait for you two to get home again 🥰

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Writing Prompt 735 - “I have to walk away. I have to leave.” - Hyunjin

Word count: 2.6k words

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Falling in love was one of the most beautiful feelings Hyunjin’s heart's ever gotten to know. From the moment he’s first seen you, it was like all the novels he’s ever read finally made sense. All the love songs, all the poems, everything he’s ever heard about love proved to be real, not just a fragment of an inspired person’s imagination.

Love, what a strange feeling it was. How weird it was to fall head over heels for someone he didn’t even know the name of.

He never thought it would happen to him. Not like this. 

He remembers that day perfectly. It was late April, the cherry blossoms were in bloom, and in-between the concerts and the tight schedules, he had a day off.

It was rare to be able to go on his own to a new city just to explore, to get lost in the intricate architecture, to breathe in the scent of unfamiliar streets, taste new foods and simply enjoy being a normal person, far away from his otherwise extremely overwhelming life.

On that day, he left the hotel with no plan in mind. All he wanted to do was to be a tourist, to head nowhere in particular and to enjoy as much as possible before his departure the next day. New show, new city, new people, new everything. It was tiring, really, to always be on the way somewhere, so he decided that for this outing, he wouldn’t be on the way to anywhere.

He wanted to be a regular person for a change, not the famous Hyunjin.

And so, he began walking slowly, his hands in his jeans, a cap on his head and a mask covering half of his face. He dressed as modestly as he could, making sure to not draw any attention, and he walked and walked and walked, smiling to himself and feeling truly happy for the first time in a long while.

Sure, being on stage made him happy; Stray Kids made him happy, and he enjoyed being at home with his family. But being on his own in a new place, just able to walk and enjoy a warm spring day? That’s when he truly felt free.

For the first two hours, he simply walked with a coffee in his hand, sipping once in a while. He sat on a few benches here and there, and then he resumed his walk, until eventually, he found himself in front of a beautiful building, maybe the most beautiful he’s ever seen ever since he left the hotel.

At closer inspection, he realised that the building was actually an art museum, and how perfect that was for him. He never planned on coming there, but being in front of such a magnificent museum, he felt like he could find answers to all his questions, and that he would finally be able to get over his art block.

He went in, paid for his ticket and got scanned for any weapons at the entrance like any other person, and he smiled to himself once more at the thought that no one recognised him. No one knew who he was, so he could just be someone else for a little while – not famous, not Versace’s Prince, not Stray Kids’ best dancer or visual or whatever else the media said about him.

And what a liberating feeling that was!

He walked and admired works of art for hours. The museum was so large, so impressive, he could just walk for a whole day in it and not get bored.

Unfortunately though, all the walking ended up making his legs grow tired, so he took the liberty to sit down on one of the benches inside. He picked his spot carefully, finding the most complex painting he could, and to his delight, there was a bench right in front of it.

The day couldn’t have been more perfect.

But then, as he approached the bench, he spotted you.

You weren’t anything extraordinary. You weren’t dressed particularly nice, you didn’t wear any make-up, and your eyes seemed very tired, but still, something about you made Hyunjin unable to take his eyes away.

You came and sat down right next to him, but you couldn’t care less about him, he noticed. You didn’t spare him even one glance. Instead, you focused on your apparent task at hand, which was taking out a large notebook out of your backpack and opening it up on a blank page. You then looked at the painting for a good fifteen minutes, Hyunjin counted, and after your intense staring, your eyes darted back to your notebook as you took out a pencil and began sketching.

Hyunjin was so drawn to the way you were drawing, each line sketched with perfect precision and confidence, and he found himself lacking. It was always hard to sketch, and his drawings never came out the way he wanted them to.

He watched you for more than an hour as you drew line after line, and when you were mostly done, you raised your notebook in the air and looked at your sketch, comparing it to the large painting in front of you.

Your face was displeased, Hyunjin noticed, and what you did next shocked him to the core. You clicked your tongue and ripped the paper away from the notebook, crumbling it with a soft sigh and a shake of your head.

“Oh, God!” He exclaimed loudly. He didn’t mean to do so, but he was genuinely shocked, and he couldn’t hold it in.

You turned to look at him with a confused expression, noticing for the first time that someone was sitting next to you. You were so absorbed with drawing that you couldn’t bring yourself to care about your surroundings at all, so it was no surprise that you didn’t see this random man staring at you for the past hour.

“Uhm…” You started, “Were you talking to me?”

“Yes… sorry… it’s just that I think your drawing was very beautiful. Why would you crumble it like that?” Hyunjin spoke, realising he might’ve been out of line.

“Oh, this?” You chuckled. “It’s shit, man. It’s the third time I’m trying to do this, but I just can’t get it right.”

“What? You got it perfectly!” He insisted.

“No.” You chuckled again. “But thank you for saying that. I appreciate it.”

As you replied, you sighed again and turned your attention back to your notebook, and so, you began drawing again.

“Are you going to try it again?”

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

“Exam.” You replied shortly, your eyes so focused, Hyunjin found it rude to interrupt you again.

Still, he couldn’t take his eyes away, completely captivated by how focused you looked when sketching. He decided to be rude once more, not truly wanting to disturb your concentration, but wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t mind his presence.

“Do you mind if I stay here and watch?”

“And why would you do that?” You asked, your eyes still stuck to your notebook.

“I’m an… aspiring artist, you could say. My sketches are not nearly as good as yours, so I feel like I could learn a lot from your technique.” Hyunjin replied truthfully.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, so Hyunjin decided to keep silent this time around, and he just watched how meticulous you’d draw each line, fully immersed in your creative process.

It took you two hours to finish, but when you finally put your notebook in the air the second time, you seemed more satisfied with the result.

“What do you think?” You asked, turning to look at him with a genuine smile, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“I think that’s very beautiful. I love the shadows you added there, and I can’t understand for the life of me how you’ve managed to perfectly capture the viewer’s perception of all the elements.” Hyunjin took in a breath and then looked back at the original painting, before his eyes darted once more to your drawing. “The proportions are perfect as well. You nailed it.”

“Really?” You replied with an even larger smile.

“Yes.” Hyunjin chuckled a bit at your enthusiasm.

“Do you have any of your drawings with you? I’d love to see them.” You smiled once more, your eyes sparkling with excitement, and Hyunjin felt glad that he carried his notebook with him at all times.

He pulled it out of his bag and handed it to you, and you immediately began looking through it, nodding your head ever so slightly every once in a while.

“These are great.” You spoke eventually.

“What can I improve?”

“Hmm… let’s start with this one, maybe?” You showed him a drawing and began pointing out which areas he should work on better, and you even showed him a few examples by quickly resketching his drawings in your own notebook.

“Is the museum closing?” He asked after some time has passed – hours, to be more specific, which he didn’t even realise. He enjoyed so much talking with you about art, that time stood still, and the world around him didn’t matter anymore.

“Oh, I think so. We should go.” You chuckled.

“I really enjoyed talking with you… and I’d really love to talk to you and see you again. If you want to, of course.” Hyunjin said as you both made your way to the exit.

“Oh, me too, but… I’m currently just visiting my family. I got a scholarship and I’m attending a University in Korea this year, so I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to meet you again…” You smiled sadly. "We could text, though."

“Wait,  in Korea? Really? Where? In Seoul?”

“Yes.”

“I actually live there myself! Well, I’ll be back there in around two weeks, but still!”

“Really?” You gasped. “That’s such a fortunate coincidence!”

“Right? I can’t believe it!” He laughed. “Then… could you give me your number, maybe?”

~

That’s how you and Hyunjin started talking every day. He would send you sketches or random pictures he’d take around the world, and at first, you had no clue who he was or why he was travelling so much. It came as a shock when he eventually told you that he’s famous. You genuinely couldn’t believe it that this random man who’s grown to be such a consistant part of your day-to-day life in such a short time was actually a superstar.

You regretted catching feelings for him, because you never thought you’d be lucky enough for him to reciprocate them, but when he confessed that he’s also been harbouring much the same feelings as you did, you were over the moon, and so was Hyunjin.

Love was simply the most beautiful feeling in the world for him, and falling in love with you through your every day chats and multiple meet-ups throughout the week has been one of the best moments of his life.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for falling out of love.

The pain was tough, but the guilt was almost unbearable.

Hyunjin didn’t know how it happened or why, but he found himself replying less and less often to your texts, and he didn’t get much joy in receiving messages from you anymore. Talking to you used to be the part of the day he was looking forward to the most, but all of a sudden, he could go hours without replying to you and he wouldn't even notice anything missing.

He still enjoyed your presence and talking with you about your common interests once in a while, but the spark he once felt was simply gone, and it scared him. It made him feel like a horrible person. 

And the worst part of it all? No one understood him. No one seemed to know the answers to the questions in his heart, or the internal battle he’d been fighting.

Except for you.

You immediately felt the shift in his feelings, in the way he would hug you and kiss you. Making love felt more like sex than love, which was such a weird feeling when you were used to Hyunjin being so passionate about anything concerning you.

But you felt him slipping away through your fingers with each delayed text, with each cancelled plan, and you knew the end was coming.

It was agony to come to terms with the fact that your love only lasted for 6 months, especially when you were still so in love with him, and you were longing his presence more and more every day.

You felt that it was fate that brought you two together. It was fate working its weird, little ways of having both of you live in the same city, even if only temporarily. It was fate that Hyunjin and you had the same interests, the same taste in music, the same passions.

So, why? Why would fate be so cruel to deal you these hands of a short-lived love?

But, despite feeling this uncertainty for a while, you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go. You never voiced these concerns to him, no matter how much it hurt you, and you let himself become more and more distant.

Each time you’d make a plan with him, you would wonder if it would be last time you’d see each other – if he would finally get enough courage to tell you that he’s no longer in love with you.

You even began realising that he was probably never actually in love with you, but with the idea of love itself, and it hurt. It hurt so badly.

And so, with the November rain mercilessly crashing against your windows, you knew everything was bound to change, much like the seasons outside. The beautiful autumn was quickly turning into a harsh winter, just as you were anticipating the apparently inevitable break-up. 

You were waiting for Hyunjin to come to your apartment, and when he got there, you immediately realised that this would be the day he would finally muster up his courage and break up with you.

Damien Rice was playing in the background as you two walked in your small kitchen and sat down at the table, and with the way he was averting his gaze, you knew.

“Listen…” he started, so you kept quiet. “I have to tell you something…”

“Alright.” You nodded with a soft smile, conveying all the sadness you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks. “I’m listening.”

“I don’t… I’m so, so sorry… I don’t even know how to say this in a better way, or how to apologise, and I’ve tried to change it so hard, but no matter what I did, I realised… I don’t love you anymore.”

You were expecting this, but it still somehow took you off guard. You didn’t know what to reply.

“I’ve been thinking long and hard about this for the past couple of weeks, but… What I feel… it’s just not the same…”

“So… This is it, huh?” You asked in a quiet voice. “Is this how we’re breaking up?”

“Yes… I’m so sorry for everything. I wish I could still love you, but I… I have to walk away. I have to leave. I’m sorry.”

Tears began running down your cheeks in quick succession and you started sobbing quietly. Still, nothing Hyunjin would tell you would be able to comfort you in any way, so you decided to spare both of you of this relentless suffering. You just nodded and told him he could leave, and he did with no further words.

It broke your heart that such a passionate love turned you two into strangers so quickly, and although love used to warm up your heart, it now left you so unbearably cold, you didn’t know how you would pick back up the broken pieces of your shattered heart.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR NEW MASTERPOST

Ease of reading in mind

Season 1

Chapter 1: PG 1-20 Four Heroes Return

Bonus Chapter "Name"

Chapter 2: PG 21-31 Back Home

Chapter 3: PG 32-57 A "Walk"

Chapter 4: PG 58-81 Library

Chapter 5: PG 82-108 A Promise

Chapter 6: PG 109-128 Memory Lane

Chapter 7 PT 1: PG 129-155 A Hero Playing a Villain

Chapter 7 PT 2: PG 156-177 A Hero Playing a Villain

Chapter 8: PG 178-197 Dark Mirror's Shards

Chapter 9: PG 198-210 Triforce of Power

Chapter 10 PT 1: PG 211-222 Uncontrollable Curse

Chapter 10 PT 2: PG 223-244 Uncontrollable Curse

Chapter 11 PT 1: Unfinished Business Pages 245-259

Chapter 11 PT 2: Unfinished Business Pages 260-278

Chapter 11 PT 3: Unfinished Business Pages 279-308

Chapter 11 PT 4: Unfinished Business Pages 309-338

Chapter 12: Home again Page 339-360

Chapter 13: Darkness and Vaati 361-370

Chapter 14: A Waking Nightmare 371-386 Part 1

Chapter 14: A Waking Nightmare 371-410 Part 2

Chapter 15: Split 411-424

Chapter 16: Dark Link and Green Pages 425-446

Chapter 17: Dark Link and Green 447-457

Chapter 17: Going Further 458-468

Chapter 17: Going Further 469-492

Chapter 18: Reality 493-506

Season 2

Chapter 19 Shades of Blue

Chapter 19 PT 1: Shades of Blue Pages 507-510

Chapter 19 PT 2: Shades of Blue Pages 511-514

Chapter 19 PT 3: Shades of Blue Pages 515-518

Chapter 19 PT 4: Shades of Blue Pages 519-522

Chapter 19 PT 5: Shades of Blue Pages 523-526

Chapter 19 PT 6: Shades of Blue Censored Pages 527-530

Chapter 19 PT 6: Shades of Blue Uncensored Pages 527-530

Chapter 19 PT 7: Shades of Blue Pages 531-534

Chapter 19 PT 8: Shades of Blue Pages 535-538

Chapter 19 PT 9: Shades of Blue Pages 539-542

Chapter 19 PT 10: Shades of Blue Pages 543-546

Chapter 19 PT 11: Shades of Blue Pages 547-552

Chapter 19 PT 12: Shades of Blue Pages 553-556

Chapter 20 New Friends

New Friends Part 1 Pages 557-560

New Friends Part 2 Pages 561-565

Chapter 21 Link's Bedroom

Link's Bedroom Part 1 Page 570-574

Link's Bedroom Part 2 Page 570-574

Link's Bedroom Part 3 Page 575-578

Link's Bedroom Part 4 Page 579-582

Link's Bedroom Part 5 Page 583-586

Link's Bedroom Part 6 Page 587-591

Link's Bedroom Part 7 Page 592-595

Link's Bedroom Part 8 Page 596-600

Link's Bedroom Part 9 Page 601-604

Chapter 22 Cloudy Kitchen Thoughts

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 1 Page 605-610

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 2 Page 611-616

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 3 Page 617-623

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 4 Page 624-630

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 5 Page 631-637

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 6 Page 638-644

Cloudy kitchen thoughts Part 7 Page 645-649

Chapter 23 The Woods

The Woods Part 1 Pages 650-655

The Woods Part 2 Pages 656-659

The Woods Part 3 Pages 660-667

The Woods Part 4 Pages 668-673

The Woods Part 5 Pages 674-677

The Woods Part 6 Pages 681-687

The Woods Part 7 Pages 688-694

The Woods Part 8 Pages 695-700

The Woods PT 9 Pages 701-706

The Woods PT 10 Pages 707-712

Chapter 24: Secret keeping in the darkness

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 1 Pages 713-718

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 2 Pages 719-723

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 3 Pages 724-729

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 4 Pages 730-735

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 5 Pages 736-741

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 6 Pages 742-747

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 7 Pages 748-753

Secret keeping in the darkness PT 8 Pages 754-756

Chapter 25: Vio

Pages 757-762

Pages 763-768

Pages 769-773

Chapter 26: Dream's end

Pages 774-779

Pages 780-785

Pages 786-791

Pages 792-797

Pages 798-803

Pages 804-810

Chapter 27: Turning point

Pages 811-815

Pages 816-820

Pages 821-826

Pages 826-832

[nyctonoxie]

coffee. — ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

summary: coffee shop au I thought of earlier with a friend of mine. warnings: reader implied. no exclusive mention of y/n, gender neutral descriptions. insert is referred to once as "mother nature." notes: 735 words. sfw. not proofread.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER , fresh out of high school with his short cropped dirty-blonde hair and his watercolor eyes. He's kind, popular among customers. There's something so alluring about him. Maybe it's how he holds eye contact- follows his customers eyes as their gazes fit away. Or perhaps it's the fact he seems taller every time his regulars come back for their typical order. There's just- something about him that keeps customers returning.  ㅤHe's working here over the summer before he goes into collage. It keeps his hands busy, although he spends most of his free time outside of the quaint little shop below cars, or leaned over their hood. Occasionally, he'll come into a shift with oil still staining the lines in his hands, sticking under his nails-- grime on the edge of his shirt, caught in his 5-o'clock shadow he hasn't had time to shave. Obi-Wan, his boss, despises this.  ㅤAnakin is particularly fond of a new regular he's acquired. He remembers meeting them as if it happened mere hours ago. He'd parked further away than usual, for whatever reason. All he remembers on that front is that'd he'd regretted it. The cold bites at his cheeks and makes his nose sting. It's just about ruined his day, despite wearing a fleece jacket the cold has still wormed it's way in and made itself home in his bones.  ㅤHe's interrupted by someone who seems to be having a worse day than he is. They look around his age, maybe a little older, and he contemplates leaving them for someone else. His shift starts in about thirty minutes and he'd rater warm up in the back than be someone's savior today. Good deeds don't tip and he really needs the money.  ㅤUnfortunately for Anakin, they spot him before he can evade. He doesn't look exactly- friendly, per say. Brows furrowed and He's looking at them as if they're mother nature. As if they'd made this frigid weather just to rain on Anakin's party. Their words die on their tongue, and instead, they stare like a deer caught in headlights. And he just stares right back.  ㅤ"Excuse me- I'm sorry to bother, but my car just broke down and I-" They start, laughing a little to ease their own anxieties. "I've been all over the place and My phones dead. Could you call someone-? or-" And they almost cut themselves off, too terrified at the idea of asking this particular gentlemen, Anakin, for help. "-or help? Maybe?"  ㅤAnakin humors them for their own sake. He nods, wordlessly, and shoulders past them, bracing a hand on their already opened hood as he leans over the front of the car. He doesn't see anything visually wrong, but it's always hard to tell when it comes to cold-weather breakdowns. "How long were you driving for?"  ㅤ"Not long- maybe five minutes? Give or take?" Anakin hums, nodding along. "Did you let your car warm up?" And they pause, and look at him as if he's the stupid one. But they laugh instead, and their cheeks flush even more as if they're embarrassed. "I was in a rush this morning- My fluids are probably frozen. A friend warned me about that once. I didn't even think of that."

 ㅤAnakin shuts the hood before he speaks again. He's found he doesn't mind their company. "It's a common issue. Happens all the time." And he pauses, before nodding to his coffee shop a few feet away. "You could grab a drink while your car warms up. I'll walk with you. I need to clock in anyway." And he cant say he's not delighted when they agree, letting their car warm up as they begin to walk towards the shop.

 ㅤThey handle most of the conversation, chatting away while Anakin listens. He'll add on every once in a while, but he prefers to watch and listen. Once they're inside, he takes their order, and repeats it in his mind when he makes it. Repeats the name they gave, too. Anakin scribbles down a note on the side of their cup before he hands it to them. Waves them off and bids them well. They can feel his eyes on them as they leave.  ㅤOnce they're back in their now properly running car, they glance at the note left scribbled on the side, ink smudged from his hand.

'Warm your car up next time. - Anakin S.'

[vodika-vibes]

Could I request a smutty Wolffe x fem reader with ruby in spring? Where Wolffe and reader are in a no strings attached relationship and yet reader is in love with Wolffe?

April Showers

Summary: You have a friends with benefits type relationship with Wolffe, and the rules were simple. Keep it secret, and don’t catch feelings. The first one is easy…the last one, not so much.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 735

Warnings: Smut

Prompts: Ruby - Passionate Love

Tagging:@trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted! It's kind of hard to make good smut happen in less than 1000 words, but I think I made it work. Also, there's not really any mention of spring time, aside from the rain. Sorry.

It’s raining again. You can hear the rain pounding against the glass of your bedroom, loud enough that it would have woken you, if you hadn’t already been awake.

It’s getting harder and harder to sleep through the night, with your anxiety plaguing your thoughts at all hours of the day.

Your anxiety centered on one, very important, aspect of your life.

Your relationship with Wolffe.

It started out as stress relief and a way to get some much needed relief. You’re one of the few women stationed to the 104th, and Wolffe has always been polite and respectful. Falling into bed with him (or a storage closet, or his desk, or the training room-) had been easy.

The pair of you even came up with two, very simple, rules. Rule one, keep it a secret. No one would approve of the Commander of the 104th having mind blowing sex with an IT Tech, after all. Rule two, no catching feelings. This was a strictly no-strings attached liaison. 

It’s the second rule that you’re struggling with. 

Because the more often you fall into bed with Wolffe, the stronger your feelings for him grow.

And it’s becoming a problem. 

The last thing you want is to end this liaison. But you know that if Wolffe finds out, he’ll cut you off and pretend it never happened. And you’re not sure you’d be able to remain with the 104th if that happened.

You press your arm over your tired eyes, and finally roll out of bed. It’s late enough in the day that you can get up and start doing stuff without feeling guilty about not sleeping. Besides, maybe if you get up and move around you’ll actually get tired enough to sleep.

Needless to say, you're surprised when, as you’re sipping your morning caf, the doorbell rings. You’re even more surprised when you open the door and see Wolffe standing there.

You blink at him, as he pushes his way into your home, your mind racing. You’re pretty sure that you didn’t have to report to the ship this morning. Right?

You follow him into your living room, “Wolffe?” You’re now very confused, sure, he’s never been a chatty man, but he’s not normally so quiet either. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

He glances at you, and a small smile crosses his face, “No. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Oh, that’s good.” You say, and then you squeak when he advances on you and crashes his lips against yours, “W-Wolffe-”

He quickly strips you of your pajamas, which in this case is a long shirt and not much else, and bends you over the arm of the couch, “Need to be inside you,” Wolffe breathes into your ear, “Was dreaming about you, about this.”

His fingers slide though your folds, immediately moving to your clit, and you whimper and tighten your grip around the material of the couch. “W-what were you dreaming?” You gasp out, another whimper falling from you as he grinds his erection against your dampening slit.

He tightly grips your hip with his free hand, “You. This. But,” he slowly pushes in, “different. Better.”

You whine and roll your hips back against his, “Better?”

His free hand slides up and grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough that you know he’s there, “You were mine,” Wolffe admits, “Only mine. I didn’t have to share you with anyone.” A particularly hard thrust pushes you to release a keening moan, “I love you. And I know the no strings attached was my rule, but I don’t kriffing care.”

“You-?” You’re not able to finish your question as he presses his chest to your back, and turns your head to catch your lips with his own.

“I’ll just make you feel so good that you won’t want anyone else.” Wolffe whispers, “No one will ever make you feel as good as me.”

You whimper, “W-Wolffe,” Your forehead falls to the couch, “Love you too.”

His hips stutter to a stop, and then he pulls out so suddenly that you let out a cry of displeasure, though all he does is flip you, and sit you on the arm of the couch before thrusting back in, he doesn’t say anything, but he does press his forehead against yours.

You’re sure that the pair of you have a lot to talk about…but talking can come later.

[marrrrss]

Hank Voight x reader. A child had come to her and was begging to be saved. She didn't know what to do and contacted Hank. While the team investigates, she and the child bond. Unknowingly, the assailant had eyes on them and kidnapped both of them. Leaving Hank race against time to save them. You decide how it ended. Tag me later! Thanks!!! :))

Against the clock (Pt.1)

Bf! Hank Voight x Gf! Reader x kid

Hell a lot of angst but fluff end

Summary: request

TW : kidnapping, guns, swearing

Words count: 1 735 words

Writer's note: omg anonymous, this is so good!!!!! If you want me to tag your account on the post text me on dm's :))

Took me days to write it 🫣Enjoy!

(gift's not mine)

A cop and a nurse, maybe cliché but You and Hank have been dating for over 3 years. Before the second year mark you had moved in with him and with it came helping kids from Hank cases that had nowhere to go.

You had a day off and as Hank would be the whole day at the station you went to have breakfast with your sister Anna and her husband Parker.

"Plans for tonight?" Anna asks you as the 3 of you leave the diner after having breakfast.

"Take out, beers, and a movie when Hank comes back home," y/n says sipping her coffee.

"pray that he'll be home on time," Parker says with a chuckle

"Watch it Parker. Keep it on and I won't go to your work promotion" you say giving him a smack on the arm and a look that makes him put his hands up in surrender "alright alright I'll stop it"

"You'll never learn babe. Hey, see you later y/n and don't drink too much" Anna says as she hugs you goodbye.

"See you later and I'm not 15"

"Never too late to care about my sister," Anna says as y'all break the hug.

As Anna and Parker leave for their car to go to work, and you wave goodbye you decide to take a walk around the city because you really don't have anything to do (and cleaning the house ain't on the plans at all).

Walking around a park that was quite empty because of work hours, you see in the distance a kid running in your direction. As the kid comes close you notice the dirty clothes and crying and panicked face.

Before you can react the kid is in front of you "I- I- need help. Please help me" he says with a cracking voice hugging your leg.

The kid couldn't be more than 5 years old, he was begging "Please help me"

"Hey, its ok. What's your name?" y/n says kneeling down to be on eye level with the kid rubbing his arm.

"I- I'm Liam..." The kid, Liam, answers cleaning his tearful eyes.

"Alright, I'm Y/n. Are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened?" your eyes are all over the kid seeing if you can spot any injury on Liam

Instead of an answer you receive a hug from the kid. He was seeking comfort desperatly.

You had no idea what was going on or what happened. At least you didn't notice the kid being hurt. As you hug the kid back you call Hank knowing he would help with this weird, freaking, and confusing situation.

"Hey, what's up honey? Everything ok?" it didn't take too long to hear Voight's voice through the phone.

"busy?" "Not really what's up?"

"I- uhm" you take a pause to try to form a phrase with some sense. "Alright I left the coffee shop with Ana and Parker and I went to the park nearby and I saw this kid scared and panicking. He doesn't seem hurt but is panicked. He just told me he needs help, can you uhm... come around an-"

"I'm on my way. Dont move or leave the kid" Voight says over the phone getting up leaving his office and signaling Adam to follow him leaving the rest of the team asking what's going on.

"Thanks. This does feel right Hank. Something is going on" you say rubbing Liam's back, which he keeps sobbing and whispering asking for help.

"I'm on my way with Adam, don't move. I'll be there in 10, ok?" Hank was already in the car on the driver's seat as Adam was on the passager seat.

As Hank hangs up the call and starts driving Adam turns to him "what's going on?"

"y/n found a kid scared and fuckin panicking on the park. She fells something happened before the kid appeared. Let's go there and check it out." Hank asnwes with a sight having no idea what was going on. It was supposed to be a slow day damnit.

"did the kid talk?" Rusek turns his face to look at Hank as he drives.

Voight' sales his head, eyes focused on the Chicago roads. "No he didn't say anything. Y/n said she doesn't see the kid hurt or anything but this doesn't feel alright. A kid doesn't appear around in a park like that for nothing."

When Hank and Adam arrive at the park , they spot you on a bench with Liam on your lap. He's cuddling on you but his dirty clothes are noticeable by far.

"hey sweetheart. What's going on" Hank's asks as he gets closer

"hey, I found this little guy Liam. And yeah... Help me out. " Y/n says looking up to Voight and Rusek. "You can tell them Liam. They're friends and they're gonna help" Liam hearing your words slowly peaks up to look at Hank and Adam that give him a simple smile .

"i- uhm... Someone got into my house... There were gun shots..." Liam says in a small voice. Afraid of what could happen .

"do you know where you leave Liam?" *Voight was speaking in a sweet voice. Doing everything to not freak out the kid. Liam nods his head and leaves your lap grabbing your hand so you could follow him.

"oh ok I think we'll follow you Liam" you say getting up starting to walk next to Liam looking back at Hank and Adam with a 'whats going on' look.

As you aproach the house next to Liam, the front door is open and the front window shatered. With one look to Hank you pull Liam back as Voight and Rusek pulled out their guns to expection the house.

The house was clear. A male boddy on the top floor next to the stair case. By the looks a overdose and a gun shot to the chest. A female boddy on the living room with a shot to her head and a bag next to her with guns and a whole bunch of cash.

As Hank and Adam leave the house, Adam is already on the phone to call the rest of the team and patrol as Hank comes up to you.

"This place is a mess, we'll clean it out and see whatever did this and why. You take the kid to MED, check him out and try to get his last name or something, by the looks of this house... his parents might be on our database." hank sights "not the day off you talked about"

"The beers and take out will have to wait i guess" y/n says picking up Liam again. "and not the calm day you talked about. I'll head up to med, when i have something I'll call you"

"Call me when you have updates. I'll do the same"

Leaving med and knowing the kid has no injuries you go over to the district. Arriving you leave Liam with Trudy so you could go upstairs to intelligence.

"Hey" y/n say entering inteligence. "The kid's name is Liam Kennedy. The last thing he did in Med was some blood work. Procedure. His mom is Sabrina Kennedy and his father Joel Kennedy, he had and overdose 5 years ago around when Liam was born and overdosed again 2 years ago"

"and that Joel guy is on our database as a witness of an old case" Kevin says from his desk "and now he's dead. Well killed as forensic says. Like his wife"

"So... Y'all think Liam run away from being... killed?" The thoughts on your mind of a 5 Year old running away from a scene like this were killing you.

"probably. We're still trying to get the footage from the other side of the street" Voight says as he sees you sitting next to him on the desk as everyone was looking at the board with information about the case.

-

During the rest of the day the intelligence team keeps working on the case to find the killer. What no one knew is that he had eyes on everyone all the time .

Liam had stayed the night at your and Hank's place. Because of him you took the day off praying that the case would get closed today.

Leaving home the next day after

making sure Liam had breakfast and was settled with some cartoons, you decided to run a quick errand. Hank had reassured you he’d have a patrol car stationed outside for extra security, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

The errand didn’t take long, but when you returned, the house was eerily quiet. The patrol car outside was empty, and your heart sank as you opened the door.

“Liam?” you called out, stepping into the living room. The TV was still on, but the little boy was nowhere in sight. A muffled sound came from the hallway—quick, heavy footsteps—and before you could react, a figure emerged, shoving you back and clamping a cloth over your mouth. The sharp, chemical smell overtook you as you struggled, and everything went black.

Back in inteligence Hank was going crazy trying to contact you.

“Where are they?” Hank’s voice was sharp, but beneath it, there was a tension that only came when something hit too close to home. Trudy’s voice had been tight when she reported that the patrol unit outside your house hadn’t checked in. When Adam confirmed your phone was going straight to voicemail, Hank’s heart sank.

Arriving at the house, Hank felt the chill run through him. The patrol car was empty, the driver-side door slightly open. Inside the house, the door hung ajar, and the living room bore unmistakable signs of a struggle. A broken coffee mug on the floor. The faint scuff marks of a fight. No sign of you or Liam.

Hank ran a hand over his face, the tension building to a boil. “They were here,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His fists clenched as he turned to Jay, who was already scanning the room for anything useful. “Whoever did this… they don’t know who the hell they’re messing with.”

Jay glanced at him, his expression serious but resolute. “We’ll get them, Hank. Kev’s pulling footage from the neighborhood cams. We’ll find the car, and we’ll find them.”

Hank’s jaw tightened, his eyes burning with determination. “Not ‘if.’ We will.”

(PART 2 ⬇️)

[shannynouhoh]

Shadows of Isolation

BEARBLR PROMPTOBER DAY 1 - Scary Movie

pairing: Richie Jerimovich x Reader

word count: 735

notes: I don't know who is going to read this, this is only my second time sharing fan fiction writing. Bearblr Prompter sounded so good, I wanted in. Happy October.

Richie would definitely consider himself a romantic, albeit a bit rusty at this point. Always the loud and obnoxious one among a group, opportunity was limited to showcase certain skills of romance. Tonight was going to be a normal Wednesday evening, normality he has grown accustomed to since meeting her - a breath of fresh air and friend first and foremost. You invite his obnoxious jokes, you even have a few of your own up your sleeves, yet it is your acceptance that has anchored him the most. Being around you doesn’t simply prompt introspection, it encourages it. For Richie, a blessing when the rest of his life is going well, a curse when it all topples down one meltdown and one interaction with Frank at a time. 

He met you at a bowling club, long after the rest of his The Bear family left the scene. An attempt to avoid life for just one more lime soda on ice. “Last one’s paying, am I right?” you smirked returning your bowling shoes after giving them a good clean. He looks at you confused and you wave your debit card defeatedly. “That’s how it goes. Did your friends leave you to pay as well?”. Richie sips from his drink and shakes his head, “that’s some asshole friends you’ve got, sweetheart.” You nod with a smile as your eyes move toward the exit, “Naaah they’re okay.” you respond warmly. After settling the bill you turn to him, “You want some company while you finish this drink?”

That's how your friendship started, a long conversation about bowling and your respective friend groups later and you suggested to stay in contact in case the other ever needs a bowling partner. And bowling turned into billiard nights, laser tag, arcade strolls once every two weeks if you could arrange it. Richie was hesitant in the beginning, the attention he received from you felt like a set up. In his eyes, whatever your intention was, you were way out of his league and your blatantly open flirting triggered internal alarm bells. If you asked The Bear, everyone would attest that Richie’s demeanor changed over a very short period of time, and life seemed a bit lighter. And sometimes he dared to dream about those doubt-inducing what-ifs. What if she doesn’t flirt just for shits and giggles, and what if this is his second chance?

Tonight felt different; tonight, you had invited him for a scary movie night to your place—you, a woman whose laughter sparkled like sunlight through trees—welcoming him into the comforts of your home  to watch horror films on an oversized projector screen in your living room. Sharing space and sharing your passion for horror with him is totally normal between friends, but Richie’s brain has been in overthinking mode since you so casually suggested the very different plans for your treasured fortnightly Wednesdays. He toyed with the idea inviting you over many times and you beat him to it. As the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows began to dance around along the walls, Richie suddenly felt overwhelmed by a tide of self-doubt that gnawed at him like a malicious specter from one of their chosen films.

The movie flickered ominously as you shared popcorn and half-hearted giggles and sweet “fuck offs” mouthed at each other when creatures leapt out from dark corners onscreen and it took him offguard. Yet with each echoing shriek from your lips came another reminder of Richie’s perceived inadequacies—your stories of trips around the world with your friends, live music you’ve experienced and all these soft impressions of a life fully lived draws stark comparisons against his new solitary lifestyle filled only by weekends with his daughter and hopes of somehow turning all this shit around. He marvels at your spirited conversations but feels a heavy weight settle over him: How could someone so wonderfully alive be interested in someone like him? As anxiety washes over him, turning every heartbeat into thunderous doubt, Richie finds himself retreating further into his thoughts even as you laugh together at his wild reactions to ridiculous jump scares.

And as darkness envelopes you both, something shifts within Richie and it becomes clear to him that maybe there is no place for him in your life, not right now when all he has are glimpses of who he could be, and no real appreciation for who he is.

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All That She Wants Chapter 4: Infidelities

Series: All That She Wants

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Liam x Olivia, Riley x Drake

Word Count: 735

Rating: M

Warnings for this chapter: INFIDELITY

My other stuff: Master List.

The black bullet proof SUV from the royal fleet pulled down the long, twisting driveway toward its destination. The driver glided the vehicle to a stop in front of the entrance to the centuries-old Nevrakis stronghold.

Liam stepped out into the brisk air. Summer in Lythikos was invigorating, the air holding just a slight chill as opposed to the impenetrable cold that took hold of the place in the deep of winter.

There was an explosion of colors in the spring and no oppressive heat to kill the blooms off through the summer. The vibrant pinks and purples of the native flowers would last until the first frost. He had always loved it here in the summer.

He strode confidently to the door, king’s guards falling out of his way as he walked. He rapped on the door sharply several times, then waited, a bit impatiently.

The door was opened by the mistress of the house herself. Olivia’s lips parted in quite surprise as she found the king on her doorstep. “Liam! What are you doing here?”

His grin widened. “Are you going to stand there gaping at me, or are you going to invite me in?”

She swung the door open and stepped back. “By all means, Your Majesty. Get your ass in here!”

Liam stepped into the cool, muted interior of his lover’s home, familiar butterflies swooping through his stomach. He followed her through the darkened halls and up the stairs to her private chambers.

He had tried to make his marriage to Riley work, he truly had. But he had never been able to get the first woman he had ever loved out of his mind.

He would have chosen her on coronation night, but Olivia Nevrakis had declined to throw her hat in the ring for queen.

She had no desire for marriage or children. She hadn’t wanted the crown, the Rys money, or the responsibilities that came with it.

Liam was a man that came with an incredible amount of baggage, rules, and regulations. Rules that dictated what she must do with her womb, rules that dictated how she would live her life, rules that would control forever both the man and whatever woman he married. And frankly, she just wasn’t that into him.

Yet he kept turning up on her doorstep. And she kept letting him in.

Mostly because she knew it twisted the knife in Riley’s heart.

She had no idea how, when, or why Liam had become so besotted with her, but she had always encouraged it. Ever since they were teenagers.

At first, she had encouraged it simply because she enjoyed the attention and the power rush it gave her. Over the years, she had entertained his affections at her whim in between, and sometimes even during, her other affairs.

She had assumed that dynamic would end with the advent of his marriage.

She had been wrong.

Oh, he had been an infrequent visitor in the first few months after the wedding and after the birth of each child. But sooner or later Liam Rys always found his way back to her doorstep.

While Liam was getting his fill of Olivia, Riley was on her way to a rendezvous with Drake.

She opened the door to his suite and found it bathed in a romantic glow, soft jazz spilled from the speakers and gleaming silver cloches adorned a beautifully set table. A crystal vase filled with red roses graced the center. “What’s all this?”

Drake was nervous but determined. “I know this is just about sex to you and I’m willing to keep giving you what you want, but only on the condition that you give me what I want in return.”

“And that is?” Riley eyed him suspiciously.

“Just….this,” he gestured around the room. “A chance for me to show you that this can be more than that. I want us to spend time together outside of the bedroom.”

Amusement danced through her eyes. “You don’t like being used for your body? I thought that was your entire dating strategy.”

“It was. But this is different.”

“Oh, yeah?” She teased, “Why’s that?”

A slight pink flush suffused his cheeks. “Because it’s you.”

Her eyes roamed around the room and then tracked across his face as she considered his request. A smile tugged the corners of her lips up and she nodded. “Alright then. I agree.”

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑴𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

NightPrince!Park Seonghwa X DawnPrincess!Reader

Summary: The Night Prince disappeared into thin air. No one knows where he is or why he left. You, his wife, send a desperate prayer to the moon to return him to you.

WC: 735

CW: First person POV, angst, fluff

AN: Boo, surprise angst.

Yeah this one is different. Born of a bout of depression and guilt, and an idea @malldreamprincess and I thought of during Paradigm era (wdym it's been over a year since then). But I really wanted to post it, so...here you go.

Named after and heavily inspired by "From Me, The Moon" by Lav, please go listen to it, it's beautiful.

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

“Is the moon still in love with the sun?” I whispered into the empty room, the tears on my face running onto the pillow.

The moonlight splayed itself across the floor of my bedroom from my balcony. The sheer curtains gladly let it pass by, welcoming it in, even.

I'd wondered about it for years. Did he love me as much as he vowed he did, on that wonderful day we were joined in holy matrimony? Did he lie to me? Was it all a lie?

Was I ever truly his sunrise? His dawn? His sun?

The daylight to his moonlight?

If I was, then why had he disappeared? Why did he vanish without a trace? Why did he leave me?

Two years, and I wasn't the same as I used to be.

Two years after having returned to my home kingdom. A disgraced princess. An “almost queen.”

They could throw all the names they wanted at me. They could call me whatever they wanted. I knew in my heart that I loved him. That I was faithful. That I never would've abandoned him.

And he still disappeared. He still left. No one knew what happened to him.

I rose from my bed and crossed the room, unlocking the doors to the balcony and pulling them open to step out onto it.

The night air was biting, and seeped in through my thin nightgown. I braved the chill and laid my hands on the cold stone barrier, leaning against it, looking up at the moon.

The moon. Where my prince had believed to had come from. That he was a moondrop, a gift from the gods.

“My dear moonlight,” I whispered, “Please return to me. I want nothing more than to be in your arms again.”

The tears flowed down my cheeks again. The wind blew against my face and made me shiver.

“I don't know where or why you've gone. Most days, I don't care. All I want is for you to come home safe. For my husband to return to me.”

“I'm so sorry, my sunrise.”

I whirl around and my eyes meet his. My love. My husband. I heard his voice, I saw his face.

A hallucination? I blinked, and he remained. He remained, standing as he always did. Like a royal, proper prince would.

With not a scratch on him.

I ran forward and threw myself into his arms, hugging him tighter than I ever had before. He held me tight, and I never felt so safe.

My husband. My love. My moonlight.

“You're here,” I sobbed. I could hear him whimper.

“I'm here,” he repeated.

He was here. He'd returned to me. After so long, he'd returned to me when I needed him most. When I was beginning to think he never would. When I was wondering if he ever loved me.

I lifted my head and held his cheek. Again, not a single scratch on him. No scars, no markings. His skin was as clear as it could've been.

“My moonlight, where have you been?” I wiped his tears with my thumb, and he held my hand as he leaned against it.

Normally, I'd be demanding answers and making him tell me who the hell he thought he was disappearing for two years without a word to anyone. To me, his family, his kingdom.

But when he closed his gorgeous moonlit eyes and kissed my hand, his face crumpling in another sob, I couldn't bring myself to demand anything of him.

I pulled him closer as I reached up, and he met me in the middle in a sweet, loving kiss. Euphoria bloomed in my veins as his lips pressed against mine, stars exploded behind my eyes. I realized then how bad I craved his touch.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered above mine, and his eyes looked into mine. He reached out to hold my face as well, cradling the back of my head and side of my face. I gratefully leaned into it.

“I'm so sorry I left you, my dawn,” he whispered. “I won't ever leave without telling you.”

“Why did you leave at all?” I croaked out, my throat closing up.

Grief washed over his face. Dread rolled around in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't prepared for any of the words he said next.

“I returned to the moon.”

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1997 home in a gated community in Aurora, Ohio, is on the 13th & 14th fairway of a golf course. It has only 4bds, but 9ba, $2.999M + $217mo. HOA fee.

I don't usually like homes that are staged to look like no one lives there, but this one has some great features, like the marble fireplace flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows. Also, there's a full sized bar right in the sitting room.

The formal dining room has a lovely curved wall of windows and a gold-leafed ceiling. Is that another bar?

This is also another bar and has storage for any glass you would ever need.

The everyday dining room also has lovely windows that are doors to the patio. The curved ceiling a great feature.

The home is completely open concept and you can see everything from the huge kitchen.

I see what they were trying to do to add some interest by painting that bank of cabinets gray, but I think maybe they should've gone softer or very dark.

And as is typical of open concept homes, there's a family room near the kitchen. This one has yet a different style of windows separating this room from another space.

And, that space is this magnificent indoor pool.

There're places to sit around the pool, sliding doors to the main living area, and stairs to the upper level with a balcony, not to mention the sculpted stone feature.

Look at the cave-like shower. It has 4 shower heads, so everyone can rinse off together.

Every large home has to have an office. This one is pretty formal with it's rich dark wood, built-in storage and beautiful ceiling.

Off the balcony in the pool room is the huge primary bedroom.

It has a modern 3-sided fireplace and a 2nd floor sitting room.

The large en-suite features a jetted soaker tub with stairs.

The mezzanine over the pool is so large, they have it set up as a sitting room with a desk and built-in shelving.

The guest room has a kitchenette.

These stairs come down to the home theater.

And, look, another bar.

This bar is for the wine cellar.

There's also a rec room.

And a sitting area with a sunken fireplace.

Outdoors is a large patio with an outdoor kitchen and a fire pit.

The home is on a 2.60 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/735-Hardwick-Dr-Aurora-OH-44202/35143690_zpid/

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