#i think hes someone who when happy he glows

[jasmineandcedar]

In the absence of shadows

I've been reflecting on Azriel's shadows while working on a piece of writing, naturally reminiscing about what SJM has given us so far. This is nothing new, but the behaviour of his shadows is to me one of the most beautiful ways in which SJM has shown just how much Elain means to Azriel.

Because, is it really a coincidence that Azriel uses his shadows to hide, to conceal his inner world and emotional state (“the shadows, whatever the hell they were, hid too well. Too much,” as Rhys said), and yet around Elain, they behave differently? She is the one around whom his shadows tend to vanish, and who understands his emotional state without him having to put it into words (“Elain’s large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days”).

And is it a coincidence that Azriel’s shadows serve as his source of intel—“the news brought to him on his shadows’ whispers,” and so on—yet around Elain, they tend to vanish? That with her, he doesn’t need them to understand her?

His understanding of Elain isn’t born from the observational skills honed through his magic or his role as Spymaster. He isn’t just Azriel the Spymaster doing his job. It has nothing to do with duty, the duties that stand in the way of his happiness and well-being.

When it comes to Elain, it’s simply Azriel the male, stripped of magic, powers, and titles, seeing and understanding Elain the female. No shadows. No duties. No veil. Not Azriel the Spymaster, nor Azriel the shadowsinger. Just Azriel.

None of this is coincidental, of course. SJM didn’t accidentally write such a beautifully poetic circumstance. I think it’s a testament to how important Elain is to Azriel, and how his character development is wholeheartedly tied to her.

Without Elain, he is stagnant. He has been stagnant for over five hundred years.

The vanishing of his shadows, the absence of his need to hide and his need to stay informed about his surroundings, shows just how much peace and quiet she offers him. A kind of peace and quiet I don’t think he has ever known.

I often focus on the Elain part of Elriel, her choice and agency, but the Azriel part is just as beautiful. They fit together like notes in a chord. Because it is quite frankly monumental for the shadowsinger, who has kept everyone at arm’s length for centuries, who has never truly felt he belonged anywhere, to not only let his guard down but to be received the way Elain receives him.

As if he belongs there, unhidden and exposed before her.

When she, who sees the version of Azriel unhidden by shadows, looks at him, she breathes “beautiful,” at the sight of what he’s most insecure about. Whereas others have only ever said “scarred” or “brutalized” about his hands. When she looked up at him on Solstice, he saw someone so “trusting and hopeful and open” he was stunned anyone could look at him like that.

And here’s another beautifully poetic circumstance—because SJM becomes a poet when she writes Elriel:

We all love the image of Azriel, the boy robbed of sunlight, being chosen by Elain, who is basically the sun incarnate—glowing like the sun at dawn, in his eyes. But there’s more to it than that.

How did Feyre describe Azriel when she saw him bathed in sunlight, free of shadows? “More human than I had ever seen him.”

The first time we see Azriel and Elain together after she's Made, he flies her to the townhouse, “no shadows to be seen”, and takes her to the garden, “sunlight bathing them”. Elain experiences beauty again, after the trauma of being Made, when she breathes "beautiful" about his outstretched hand.

Elain, the very embodiment of the sun, who was traumatically robbed of her human life, gets to see and be cared for by the truest, rawest version of Azriel. The version of him that appears almost human.

Because his shadows vanish in her presence. Because he doesn’t need to hide when he’s with her. Because he doesn’t need his shadows to understand her. Because he finally belongs and is safe.

Azriel’s final destination is Elain.

Elain. Elain. Elain. Elain.

Elain.

There’s nothing else for him. No more satisfying or complete resolution of his character arc. She isn’t just part of it—she is his whole character arc.

And together, they fit into each other’s stories like the entwined stems of a flower crown. To me, they are the two most stunning character arcs SJM has ever woven together. Which is why I’m still thinking about them, seven years after I started anticipating Elain’s book. Because I just cannot let them go until they’re finally home.

[yvaineseleneposts]

Nicotine

Requested: no

A/N: loosely based on the song Nicotine by Chef'Special. They're a Dutch band and I highly suggest you give them a listen.

Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader

Words: 800

Warning(s): none

The streets of Newark hummed with the late-night lull of a city still half-awake. Neon lights flickered against the wet pavement, reflecting a hazy glow onto the pavement. Nico Hischier pulled his hood tighter over his head, trying to disappear into the quiet hum of passing cars. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not outside her flat, not checking his phone for any trace of her name, not feeling this gnawing ache in his chest that no game, no victory, could ever erase.

He wasn’t supposed to miss her like this.

The text glared back at him from his screen, the words hanging in the air like smoke. He hadn’t hit send, not yet. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe she had already moved on, tucked herself into someone else’s world, someone who didn’t leave her questioning her place in his life.

The thought of her with someone else made his stomach twist. She had always wanted more, something he struggled to give her. Not because he didn’t love her—God, he loved her—but because his life was a whirlwind of airports and ice rinks, of waking up in different time zones and trying to keep the Devils’ crest above his own needs. She had understood for a while. Then she hadn’t.

Now she was gone.

Nico ran a hand through his hair, exhaling into the cold night air. He should go home. Shouldn’t keep standing under her window like some desperate cliché. But his feet stayed planted on the cracked pavement, memories flashing like snapshots in his mind. The way she used to trace the veins on his hands when he was too exhausted to speak. The way she smelled—like vanilla and something uniquely hers, something he wanted to drown in.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The nights spent curled up in his flat, her fingers absently playing with the hem of his hoodie, her voice soft as she asked him about the next game. The way she looked at him after a loss, like she knew exactly how much it weighed on him. She had been his solace, his escape from the chaos. And now, without her, the silence was unbearable.

He had tried to shake her, tried to fill the void with gruelling practices and mindless distractions. He spent extra hours at the rink, forced himself into team outings, even entertained the idea of dating again. But nothing worked. She was under his skin, in his veins, a constant hum in the back of his mind. Love wasn’t supposed to feel like withdrawal, but she had become a habit he couldn’t break, a craving that refused to fade.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard again. Maybe this time he’d say what he never could before. Maybe she’d listen. Maybe she’d tell him she missed him too. Or maybe she’d tell him what he already feared—that she was happy, that he was a chapter she had closed.

The thought made his throat tighten, but he pressed send before he could think too much.

The moment the message was delivered, he regretted it. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of it all. He couldn’t take it back. All he could do was wait.

Minutes felt like hours. He paced the pavement, glancing up at her window, half-expecting the light to flicker on, for her to appear, to tell him she felt the same. But there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the city, the faint echo of laughter from a nearby bar, and the dull ache in his chest.

Maybe she was asleep. Maybe she had seen his name on her screen and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe she was lying in bed with someone else, too wrapped up in new love to care about the past.

His chest tightened at the thought, and he forced himself to turn away, his feet moving before his mind could catch up. He needed to let go. He needed to walk away before this crushed him completely. But as he reached the end of the street, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Heart pounding, he pulled it out, eyes scanning the screen. One message. Her name. His breath caught in his throat as he opened it.

"Nico... why now?"

He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he typed his reply. Because he couldn’t do this anymore. Because the thought of her with someone else drove him insane. Because no matter how hard he tried, she was the only thing he ever truly wanted.

But he didn’t type any of that. Instead, he settled on the only truth he could manage.

"Because I still need you."

[arxiwon]

The One That Got Away

Genre: First Love, Angst, Slow-Burn, Reunion Romance

Warnings: Extreme heartbreak, unspoken love, lost chances, emotional devastation

Ni-Ki never believed in fate. If fate were real, it wouldn’t have let years pass with silence where words should’ve been. It wouldn’t have led him here—to your wedding.

The invitation had arrived unexpectedly, tucked neatly in an envelope with your name printed in the same handwriting that once scribbled notes on the corners of his textbooks. He had stared at it for hours, fingers tracing over the letters, his heart in his throat.

A part of him had wanted to ignore it, to pretend he never saw it. To let himself believe that maybe, if he never acknowledged it, you wouldn’t actually be getting married. But another part of him—a cruel, self-destructive part—knew he had to go.

And now, standing among the guests, he watches as you walk down the aisle, radiant in a way that makes his chest tighten.

You look happy.

You look like someone who never spent nights awake, wondering about what ifs. Someone who never held back words, fearing the consequences. Someone who had moved on.

But Ni-Ki never did.

The ceremony begins, and he listens in suffocating silence as the officiant speaks.

"Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

His entire body stiffens.

"I do."

And just like that, the last thread of hope inside him snaps.

The crowd erupts into cheers, but the sound is distant—like he’s underwater, drowning. He lets his lips curl into a polite smile, clapping along with everyone else. But inside, he feels like he’s unraveling.

The reception is a blur.

People laugh, glasses clink, and music hums softly in the background. It should be beautiful. It should be a celebration. But to Ni-Ki, it feels like a funeral.

Then he sees you dancing with your husband. Your hand is in his, your body pressed close, and you’re smiling—really smiling.

Something inside Ni-Ki shatters.

Because he has never seen you look at him that way.

Not when you were kids, racing through the streets. Not when you stayed up all night talking about your dreams. Not even in the quiet moments, when he thought—hoped—that maybe you felt it too.

Maybe you never did.

He stands, ready to finally leave, when your voice stops him.

"Riki."

It’s soft, hesitant—like you weren’t sure if you should say his name at all.

Slowly, he turns.

You’re standing in front of him, the warm glow of the lights casting a golden hue on your skin. For a second, just a second, you look exactly like the person from his memories—the one who used to steal his food, who used to challenge him to stupid bets, who used to be his.

"I didn’t think you’d come," you say, voice quiet.

Ni-Ki lets out a small chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, well… wouldn’t miss it for the world."

A lie.

You smile, but it’s not the same as before. There’s something behind it—something unspoken, something heavy.

He wants to say it.

He wants to tell you that he loved you. That he still loves you. That he’s spent years pretending he doesn’t, but no matter how much he tries, it’s always been you.

The words sit on the tip of his tongue, burning his throat.

"I—"

Your husband calls your name.

You turn toward the sound instantly. Your expression softens, your lips parting into a smile so effortlessly, like your heart belongs to someone else entirely.

And maybe… it does.

Ni-Ki swallows hard, forcing the words back down.

He doesn’t say them.

He never will.

Instead, he nods, offering you the smallest smile. "Congratulations."

Your eyes flicker with something—hesitation? Regret? But before he can figure it out, you give him one last look before turning away.

Walking back to your husband.

Walking away from him.

For the last time.

Ni-Ki doesn’t move. He watches as you disappear into a future that no longer has a place for him. A future that should have been his, if only he had been braver. If only he had spoken up sooner. If only—

But it doesn’t matter.

Some words are meant to be left unspoken.

Some love stories are never meant to be told.

And some people… are only meant to be each other’s greatest almost.

[eclipixels]

Still The Same

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Despite the millions and the fame, Isagi’s heart is with you, reminding you that no matter how big his dreams get, you’ll always be more important.

[1,729 words]

      You snuggle deeper into the warmth of Isagi’s hoodie, the scent of him lingering on the fabric as you curl up on your bed, eyes fixed on the screen. The first episode of Blue Lock plays, the animation crisp, the stakes high, and your excitement bubbling over.

      Your fingers clutch the oversized sleeves as you watch Isagi meet Noel Noa. Your heart swells with pride. That’s my boyfriend, you think, grinning. If he’s already met Noel Noa, then at this rate, he might actually meet Messi or Ronaldo. The thought makes you giddy.

      A lovesick smile creeps onto your face as you sink deeper into your couch, clutching a pillow to your chest. The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across your face, highlighting the dreamy look in your eyes.

      As if on cue, your phone rings beside you, the familiar ringtone breaking through the quiet hum of the show. You glance at the screen—speak of the devil. Isagi’s name flashes on the display, making your heart skip a beat. With a quick inhale, you pick up your phone.

      “What are you up to, love?” His voice is warm, laced with fondness.

      “Watching Blue Lock,” you respond, stuffing a handful of popcorn into your mouth before swallowing quickly. The buttery taste lingers as you adjust your position, propping your legs up on the couch.

      “Pfft, really?” Isagi laughs, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You can practically hear the amusement in his voice, picturing the way his lips curl into that boyish grin of his. He finds it adorable how much you support him, how you watch his matches with such admiration.

      “Yeah,” you say, grinning as your eyes stay fixed on the screen. “Can’t believe you met Noel freaking Noa and the rest of Europe’s top five. How are you so cool?”

      “I know, right?” He chuckles, his voice brimming with pride. “But you being my biggest fan is even cooler.”

  ��   Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming in your chest like a fire igniting. You immediately pull the hoodie’s collar over your face, burying yourself in its fabric to hide your flustered expression even though he’s not there to see it.

      “Shut up, you’re making me blush,” you mumble, voice slightly muffled.

      “I try,” he teases, his laughter soft and affectionate. “Now don’t watch too much without me, okay?”

      That’s when it hits you.

      Isagi isn’t just your sweet, soccer-obsessed boyfriend anymore. He’s famous.

      Your gaze drifts back to the screen, where Isagi’s animated self is locked in a high-stakes match, his eyes burning with determination. The same boy who used to text you after every practice, complaining about sore legs and asking for your good luck wishes is now someone the whole world is watching.

      Millions of people are screaming for your Isagi, analyzing his plays, idolizing him. Your chest tightens. You’re happy for him, of course you are but you’re also a little scared.

      What if… What if things change?

      “Wait, why’d you go quiet? Are you that mad I told you not to watch without me?” Isagi’s voice pulls you back to reality. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a small smile tugging at your lips. Same old Isagi, you remind yourself. But still, doubt lingers in your mind.

      “Sorry, got distracted,” you murmured, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie as your attention wavered from the show playing on the screen.

      “Okay, well, don’t be distracted when I get there.”

      Your eyes widened slightly. “You’re coming over?”

      “Mhm.” His response was casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

      A smile tugged at your lips. Okay, still the same Isagi.

      The picture that appears showing how much each player has been offered pops up and you search for your boyfriend’s. Yoichi Isagi, 17 million yen.

      Your jaw drops. Seventeen. Million. Yen.

      The number echoes in your mind, almost too absurd to process. That’s more money than either of you have ever had to think about, more than what some people make in years. Your Isagi, the same guy who used to split convenience store sandwiches with you because he was too broke for takeout, is now worth millions.

      “Ichi? 17 million?” Your voice comes out in a stunned whisper, disbelief coating every syllable.

      “17 million? Oh yeah, you’re still on that episode.” He chuckles on the other end, completely unfazed. “Are you okay?”

      “Am I okay? You got offered 17 million yen.”

      “Yeah, wild right?”

      You blink, momentarily speechless at his casual tone. Wild? That’s all he has to say?

      “That’s insane,” you exclaim, gripping your phone tighter. “Do you know what you could do with 17 million yen?”

      “Uh… buy more sandwiches?”

      You groan loudly, flopping back onto your bed as frustration and fondness wage war inside you. Of course that’s his answer. The same guy who used to count coins with you at the convenience store now has enough money to buy out the whole place, and he’s still thinking about sandwiches.

      “I hate you,” you mutter, pressing your palm to your forehead.

      “No, you love me,” he says, smugness dripping from his voice.

      You sigh, knowing he’s right. How could you not?

      By the time he arrived, the two of you had settled in comfortably on the couch, finishing the rest of the episodes that were out. Isagi’s commentary filled in the gaps where the show fell short, giving you behind-the-scenes details that only he could provide. You giggled as you shoved a mix of popcorn and jellybeans into his mouth whenever he paused to breathe, earning playful grumbles in return.

      Eventually, he shifted, laying his head on your lap, his body stretching out across the couch. His warmth seeped through the fabric of your hoodie, grounding you in the moment.

      “Hey… do you ever think about how different things are now?” You peered down at him, fingers absently running through his dark hair.

      “What do you mean?” he asked absentmindedly, eyes fluttering shut under your gentle touch.

      You hesitated, biting your lip as your fingers hovered over your phone, debating whether to type out your thoughts or just say them aloud. After a moment, you decided. “You’re basically famous now.”

      “Hm.” He hummed, cracking one eye open. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it, but yeah. It is different.”

      You swallowed, watching him, but before your mind could spiral with overthinking, he continued.

      “But some things don’t change.”

      Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

      “Like how I still wanna talk to you after a long day. Or how I’d rather be in your arms than doing interviews. Or how you look really cute in my hoodie right now.”

      Your cheeks burned instantly.

      “I think no matter how big things get, I’m still me.” His voice softened, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your wrist. “And you’re still my favorite person.”

      Your heart clenched in the best way possible as an uncontrollable smile broke out on your face. The warmth in his gaze made you melt even more as he lifted your hand that had been playing with his hair and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

      Yeah. Some things really didn’t change.

      “Mm,” he hums in contentment, burying his face against your stomach.

      “You’re clingy tonight,” you tease.

      “’M tired,” he mumbles, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against your hip. “Missed you.”

      Your heart does a stupid little flip. “We hung out yesterday”

      “Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he argues, voice muffled as he plants another kiss on your exposed skin. It was only for a few hours which wasn’t enough for him. His lips are warm, lingering, making your stomach flutter. “Wanna be close to you.”

      But, his voice softens. “What about you?”

      “Hm?” You look down, watching the way his fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh.

      “Your future,” he murmurs. “What do you wanna do? Where do you see yourself in, like, five years?”

      You blink, caught off guard. Isagi usually talks about his dreams, but rarely does he ask about yours with such quiet intensity. You mean, he did know what career you planned to go into but you never really went in depth about it all as much as he does about his.

      You pause, thinking. He smiles at that, but there’s something soft in his gaze as he listens to you ramble about your passions, your dreams, the places you want to go, the things you want to try. Isagi just lies there, pressed close, drinking in your words like they’re the most important thing he’s ever heard.

      Then, as your voice trails off, he sighs, fingers tightening around your waist.

      “Sounds nice,” he murmurs.

      You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “Yeah?”

      “Yeah.” A beat of silence. “Am I gonna be in it?”

      “Of course,” You laugh, shocked he’d even ask.

      “Dream as big as you want love, I got you,” He snickered, watching you roll your eyes. “Because my offer is currently at 150 million.”

      Your brain short-circuits.

      “What?”

      Isagi, the absolute menace, just yawns like he didn’t just say something insane. “Mhm. A club’s willing to pay 150 million for me.”

      You physically push him up, hands gripping his shoulders. “Are you joking right now? How are you so calm about that?”

      He laughs, catching your hands before you can shake him anymore. So feisty.

      “Because it doesn’t change anything,” he says, voice light but sure. “It just means I’m getting closer.”

      You stare at him, heart pounding. His eyes gleam, not with arrogance, but with the same hunger he’s always had since he first touched a soccer ball. You exhale, a mix of disbelief and pride swelling in your chest. Then, with zero warning, you grab his face and press a firm kiss to his lips.

      He startles slightly but melts into it instantly, grinning against your mouth. “What was that for?”

      “For being absolutely insane,” you mumble. “And for still wanting to cuddle in my lap like a big baby.”

      Isagi huffs a laugh, nudging his nose against yours. “Well, duh.”

      He leans in again, capturing your lips in another soft, lingering kiss. And despite the sheer madness of what he just told you, despite the life-changing amount of money being thrown his way—

      He’s still here. With you.

[weinq]

Save Me Again

wonbin x fem!reader synopsis: Y/N always comes when Wonbin calls, even when she knows it’s a bad idea. But when a night of parties and drunken confessions forces her to confront the truth about their tangled relationship, she has to decide: is she just his "saviour", or is she something more? genre: angst! kinda sorta situationship au? friends au! Seunghan and Anton appearance! drunk wonbin! w.c: 3.1k authors note: I wanted to make this very angsty and a situationship au but I don't really like it :( Not proof read, happy reading!!!

Y/N stared at her ceiling, the faint glow of her fairy lights casting soft shadows across the room. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the candle she’d lit earlier, but the scent did little to calm her nerves. Her phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with another text from Wonbin.

Wonbin: where are you :((

She groaned, tossing the phone onto her bed. The screen landed face-up, illuminating the pile of clothes she’d tried on and discarded earlier. She shouldn’t go. She didn’t know anyone at this party except for Wonbin, and she knew how these nights always ended—with her playing the role of the responsible one, the one who made sure Wonbin didn’t drink too much or do something stupid.

But then she remembered how he’d looked at her earlier, begging her to attend the party with him. She could picture his face, those pleading chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to make her melt. Her resolve crumbled, and she’d muttered a response along the lines of, “I’ll think about it.” But the way Wonbin had smiled told her he’d taken it as encouragement, and that he wasn’t going to give up.

Hence, the reason she was still lying on her bed, fully dressed but unable to bring herself to walk out the door.

Her phone buzzed again.

Wonbin: should I come over?

Pursing her lips, Y/N typed a quick response.

Y/N: i’m omw

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, then grabbed her keys and headed for the door. 

The night air was cool against her skin as she stepped outside, the faint hum of the city in the distance. She paused for a moment, staring up at the stars, and wondered why she always let him do this to her.

Because you can’t say no to him, a voice in her head whispered. You never could. 

She sighed as she waited for her uber to arrive, the familiar ache in her chest growing heavier with every second that passed. 

The party was in full swing when Y/N arrived, the bass from the music vibrating through the floorboards. She hovered near the entrance, scanning the room for Wonbin. 

It didn’t take long for her to spot him. Wonbin stood in the corner of the room with his friends—Seunghan and Anton, a few familiar faces she recognised. His arm was slung around someone’s shoulders, his head thrown back in laughter. A girl, pretty and confident, leaned into him, her hand resting lightly on his chest. The two shared a laugh, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the girl had said to make Wonbin laugh like that.

Her stomach twisted. She told herself it was nothing, that Wonbin was just being Wonbin—friendly, charming, always the life of the party.

But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her last week, his gaze lingering a little too long as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he’d said, his voice soft, almost reverent. She always felt pretty in Wonbin’s presence. He had this way of making her feel like the most special girl in the world.

Now, standing near the entrance and looking at the scene before her, Y/N felt completely out of place. She shook her head, trying to push the memory away. They were just friends. That’s all they’d ever been.

But as she watched him laugh with the girl, a foreign feeling settled in her chest—sharp and aching, like a knife twisting slowly. Jealousy.

Why? she thought, clenching her fists. Why does it even matter?

But it did matter. Because it was Wonbin, and he had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room, like she was special. And now, seeing him with someone else, she realised how much she’d come to rely on that feeling.

Y/N turned away, her chest tightening as she made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a drink she didn’t really want and leaned against the counter, trying to steady her breathing. She shouldn’t have come. She knew she shouldn’t have come.

“Y/N?” a voice called, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She looked up to see Seunghan walking toward her, a half-empty cup in his hand. He smiled, his eyes lighting up with surprise. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “I just got here.”

Seunghan nodded, refilling his drink from the punch bowl on the counter. “It’s good to see you. You don’t come to these things often.”

“Not really my scene,” she admitted, swirling the liquid in her cup. He chuckled. “Fair enough. Neither is it mine, but…” He gestured toward the living room, where Wonbin’s laughter echoed above the music. “You know how it is.”

Y/N followed his gaze, her stomach twisting as she caught sight of Wonbin again. He was still talking to the girl, his arm now draped casually over the back of the couch. Seunghan noticed her expression and hesitated. “Do you want me to take you to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

She shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

Seunghan studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before nodding. “Alright. Well, we’ll be around if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, watching as he walked back toward the living room.

As soon as he was gone, she downed the rest of her drink in one go, the burn of the liquor doing little to ease the ache in her chest. She was about to pour herself another when a familiar voice called her name.

“Y/N!”

She froze, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she turned to see Wonbin weaving his way through the crowd toward her, his cheeks flushed and his smile wide. 

“Y/N!” Wonbin called again, his voice louder this time. He stumbled slightly as he reached her, his hand landing on her shoulder to steady himself. “You came!” He said as he embraced her in his arms.  She forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yeah, I came.”

He pulled back with a grin on his face, his eyes glassy but warm. “I knew you would. You always do.”

His words sent a pang through her chest, but she pushed it aside. “You’ve had a lot to drink,” she said, gently removing his hand from her shoulder. Wonbin shrugged, leaning against the counter. “Maybe. But I’m happy. You’re here.”

Y/N looked away, her stomach churning. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. 

“Wanna head out for a bit?” Wonbin asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I know this isn’t really your scene.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

His face lit up, and before she could second-guess herself, he reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. Her heart raced at the contact, but she didn’t pull away.

He led her through the crowd and out the door, the cool night air hitting her face as they stepped outside. The noise of the party faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of the city and the distant chirping of crickets.

Wonbin didn’t let go of her hand as they walked down the driveway, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. It was a small gesture, but it made her chest ache in the best way.

“You okay?” he asked after a moment, glancing at her.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… needed some air.” He nodded, his expression softening. “I get that. Parties can be a lot.”

They sat in silence for a while, the tension between them palpable but not uncomfortable. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way Wonbin kept glancing at her, his eyes lingering a little too long before he looked away.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “I know you didn’t want to, but… it means a lot that you’re here.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Of course,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. “I’ll always come if you need me.”

Wonbin smiled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” She looked away, her cheeks warming. “Someone has to be.”

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar, and Y/N felt a flicker of happiness despite everything. This was the Wonbin she loved—the one who made her feel seen, the one who could make her laugh even when her heart was heavy.

The golden light of the lamp casted a soft glow over them. Wonbin turned to face her, his free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” he said, his voice quiet but sincere. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. “You’ve told me that before.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile. “It’s still true.” She couldn’t help the soft smile that crept up on her face, not when he was flashing that pretty smile of his that made her heart melt right after he called her pretty. 

For a moment, they just stood there, the world around them fading away. Y/N’s heart was pounding, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. Not when he was looking at her like that, like she was the only person in the world who mattered.

The sound of the front door opening pulled them out of the moment, and Y/N quickly stepped back, her hand slipping out of Wonbin’s.

“There you are!” a voice called, and Y/N turned to see the girl from earlier walking toward them, a drink in hand. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Wonbin glanced at Y/N, his expression unreadable, before turning to the girl with a smile. “Yeah, just needed some air.”

The girl laughed, looping her arm through his. “Well, come back inside. The party’s not the same without you.” The girl pulled Wonbin up, and dragged him inside. 

Y/N’s stomach twisted as she watched them walk away, Wonbin’s hand slipping from hers completely. She stood there for a moment, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her skin, before taking a deep breath and following them inside.

Y/N followed Wonbin and the girl back inside, the noise of the party hitting her like a wall. She lingered near the doorway, unsure of what to do next, when Seunghan and Anton appeared at her side.

“Hey,” Seunghan said, his tone apologetic. “You okay? I know this isn’t really your thing.” Anton nodded, giving her a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, we’re sorry if it’s too much. Parties can be… a lot.” Y/N forced a smile, grateful for their concern. “I’m fine, really. J-just needed a minute to adjust.”

The three of them fell into easy conversation, Seunghan and Anton doing their best to keep her entertained. They talked about everything and nothing—work, music, the latest drama at their favourite café. 

“So,” Seunghan said, leaning against the wall with a grin, “Did you hear about what happened at the café last week?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, grateful for the distraction. “No, what happened?”

Anton groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, don’t even get me started. It was a mess.” Seunghan laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Okay, so you know how Yuri always works the morning shift, right? Well, apparently, she and Sohee got into this huge argument because he kept messing up the orders.”

“Wait, Sohee?” Y/N asked, trying to keep up. “The guy who always wears the beanie?”

“The one and only,” Seunghan said, nodding. “Anyway, Yuri was this close to throwing a latte at him. I’m talking full-on drama. Customers were staring and everything.” Anton shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “It was so bad. Manager had to step in and send them both home for the day.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her chest easing slightly. “Wow, I can’t believe I missed that. Sounds like it was a show.”

“Oh, it was,” Seunghan said, grinning. “But honestly, I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time. Remember when I spilled that entire tray of iced coffees?”

“How could I forget?” Anton said, rolling his eyes. “You were mopping the floor for, like, an hour.”

“Hey, it was slippery!” Seunghan protested, throwing his hands up in mock defence.

Y/N laughed, the sound genuine for the first time that night. For a moment, she almost forgot about the ache in her chest. 

Almost. But then she glanced across the room and saw Wonbin and the girl joining a group of people at the beer pong table. The girl was laughing, her hand resting on Wonbin’s arm as she leaned in to say something. Wonbin grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“You good?” Seunghan asked, following her gaze. “Yeah,” Y/N said quickly, tearing her eyes away. “Just… zoning out, I guess.” Seunghan and Anton exchanged a look but didn’t press her. Instead, they kept the conversation light, their easy banter helping to distract her—at least for a little while.

But no matter how hard she tried, Y/N couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting back to Wonbin. He was in his element, loud and carefree, the centre of attention. And every time the girl touched his arm or leaned in to whisper something, Y/N felt that sharp, aching jealousy all over again.

As the laughter from their café story faded, Y/N’s eyes drifted back to Wonbin. He was still at the beer pong table, his movements more exaggerated and unsteady as the night wore on. The girl was still by his side, her laughter ringing out as she leaned in to say something that made him throw his head back in amusement.

Y/N’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to look away. She didn’t want to seem like she was staring, even though every fibre of her being was screaming to march over there and pull him away.

“You sure you’re okay?” Anton asked, his voice softer now, more concerned. “Yeah,” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “Just… tired, I guess.” 

Seunghan nodded in understanding, though his expression suggested he didn’t entirely believe her. “Well, if you need anything, let us know. We’ve got your back.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two boys exchanged another glance before excusing themselves to grab more drinks, leaving Y/N alone in the crowded room. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her eyes kept drifting back to Wonbin.

He was laughing again, his arm slung casually around the girl’s shoulders as they celebrated a win at beer pong. Y/N’s stomach churned, and she quickly turned away, deciding she needed another drink—or maybe just an excuse to leave.

But before she could move, Wonbin stumbled away from the table, his steps wobbly as he made his way toward her. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glassy, and Y/N’s heart sank as she realised just how drunk he was.

“Y/Nie!” he called, his voice loud and slightly slurred. “There you are!” She forced a smile as he reached her, his hand landing heavily on her shoulder. “Hey, Bin. Having fun?”

“So much fun,” he said, grinning widely. “But it’s better now that I hear next to you.” Y/N’s chest ached at his words, but she pushed the feeling aside. “You’ve had a lot to drink,” she said gently. “Maybe it’s time to call it a night.”

Wonbin pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in a way that would’ve been endearing if it didn’t make her heart hurt. “But the party’s just getting started!”

“For you, maybe,” Y/N said, her tone light but firm. “But I think you’ve had enough.”

He stared at her for a moment, his expression softening. “You’re always looking out for me, huh?”

“Someone has to,” she muttered, slipping her arm around his waist to steady him. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Y/N guided Wonbin out of the house, the cool night air hitting them as they stepped onto the porch. He leaned heavily on her, his arm slung over her shoulders as they made their way to the curb.

“You’re so good to me, Y/Nie,” he mumbled, his breath warm against her ear. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she pushed the feeling aside. 

“Let’s just get you home, okay?”

She pulled out her phone and called an Uber, keeping one hand on Wonbin’s arm to steady him as they waited. When the car arrived, she helped him into the backseat, his head lolling against the window as he mumbled something incoherent.

The ride was quiet, the city lights blurring past as Y/N stared out the window, her mind racing. Wonbin’s words echoed in her head, “You’re so good to me” and she couldn’t help but wonder if he even realised what he was saying.

When they reached his apartment building, Y/N thanked the driver and helped Wonbin out of the car. He was unsteady on his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they made their way inside.

“Keys,” she said gently, holding out her hand. Wonbin fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling them out and dropping them into her palm. She unlocked the door and guided him inside. Her heart was pounding as she helped him to his bedroom, a space she’s been in often. 

“Alright, let’s get you to bed,” she said, her voice soft as she eased him down onto the mattress. Wonbin groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her. “N/N,” he said, his voice slurred but warm. “You’re always taking care of me.”

“Mhm” she muttered in response, pulling the covers over him.

He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “Y/Nie, would you come save me again?” he asked, his words slow and deliberate. “You’re so good to me. I hope you’ll save me again.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t respond. She couldn’t. “Truthfully, Y/Nie,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, her hand still resting on the edge of the blanket as she stared down at Wonbin. His eyes were closed now, his breathing slow and even, and she wondered if he even realised what he’d just said.

Drunk, she told herself firmly. He’s drunk. He doesn’t mean it.

But a part of her, a small, hopeful part—couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he did.

With a sigh, she turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind her, her heart heavy as she made her way out of the apartment.

[savstan1]

hey sqh gang i have a quick sketch of my pride and joy. this is inspired by the song wǒ yào wǒ yào, specifically this vid, it genuinely makes me so happy to watch. + /horsegirlwarcrimes WINRN reaching the end (!!) of the main story i imagined this vibe he would bring on one of the gang’s get together nights. i want to show him just soo happy nd in love with life.

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

[no-144444]

sweating- o.piastri

summary: oscar has been acting strange

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Brown! reader

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Zak had been worried about Oscar for a while. The far-off looks in meetings, the silence at dinners, the constant stares he was getting, all of it. He’d even been so worried, that he came to you, and you’d told him that Oscar had been just fine at home, so it must be something to do with work. 

It was a strange thing, to be dating your boss’s daughter. Oscar had in fact fallen for you within seconds of meeting you back in 2022, his first visit to MTC, before everything else happened. You, a legal trainee on the McLaren legal team, was the one running him through his contract, and he was very thankful that his lawyer was there to ask questions, because he was just focused on you. As he joined the team, you two got closer. About half way through his rookie season, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, and you had said yes. What ensued was a few months of sneaking around until you finally told your dad, who supported you two, but from afar. He liked Oscar, would he have preferred you pick someone that wasn’t his driver, yes, very much so, but he didn’t have a say in your life. You were an adult and if you wanted to go get your heart broken by an F1 driver, that was up to you. The one thing Zak hadn’t accounted for was the fact that Oscar was a sweetheart who was genuinely head over heels for you. He saw it when you were in the paddock, how Oscar smiled a little brighter, how he made you a priority all weekend, how he performed better. 

So what the fuck was going on with Oscar now? 

Zak was worried that he was planning on breaking up with you, or maybe he was just going through some mental roadblocks at work, so he called him into his office. 

Oscar awkwardly took a seat across from him, waiting to be addressed. 

“Are you alright, Osc? You seem a bit… off lately,” Zak asked, nothing but concern in his voice. 

Oscar shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, but even he knew it sounded wrong. This is really not how he wanted this to go. He was insured of Zak’s worry by the way his brows furrowed. “You can talk to me kid, you know that right? If it’s about Y/n or-”

“It’s not about Y/n,” Oscar assured him. “I’m alright, I promise.”

“Oscar, talk to me, I’m here for you. If you’re going through something-”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask for your blessing!” he admitted, speaking far too loud and far too fast. Oscar looked up to see Zak’s face blank, his jaw slightly dropped. “I’m so sorry-”

“You have it,” he said. Now it was Oscar’s jaw that dropped. “Of course you have it,” Zak’s lips turned into a smile. “She adores you. You clearly adore her. I love you, my wife loves you, my sons love you. Of course you have my blessing.”

He took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you,” he chuckled. “God, I was terrified.”

“You thought I’d say no?”

Oscar shrugged. “Maybe?” 

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Zak was very happy when he woke up to a call from the two of you, engaged, a few weeks later.

oscarpiastri

liked by pierregasly, zbrownceo, landonorris and 348,928 others

oscarpiastri: awesome season, can't wait to marry this girl though :)

comments

landonorris: OMFG YALL ARE YOUNGER THAN ME PLZ SLOW DOWN -> oscarpiastri: no more papaya rules 🤷

pierregalsy: too young -> kikagomez: bitch -> user92: lmao he's never said that before

zbrownceo: Congrats guys! Can't wait to walk you down the aisle!

charlesleclerc: MY SON IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!! -> oscarpiastri: thank you adoptive father :)

user93: god she is GLOWING

user12: these are the cutest photos ever!!!!!!!

user8: THE RINGGGGG

lilymunihe: OMG I'M SO EXCITED!!!! ->youruser: OMG LOVE YOUUUUU

user98: they're so in love it's actually sickening

logansargeant: no ring picking creds? -> oscarpiastri: I don't think grimacing at every ring I chose was very helpful -> hattiepiastri: nah, but it was funny

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[grandline-fics]

Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro | Luffy, Usopp

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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[seumyo]

bakugou’s never been happier to do this alongside you.

The sound of Bakugou’s ringtone—specifically one for those calls—the kind that only came when villains decided to cause trouble at ungodly hours—jolted him awake on the second ring. The kind that meant neither of you were getting any more sleep.

He groaned loudly, his voice raspy from sleep. “Son of a—” He didn’t even finish the curse as he snatched his phone and squinted at the glowing screen. “What the hell is it this time?”

Beside him, you stirred, mumbling groggily as you pulled the blanket over your head. “Is it another one?” you asked sleepily, your voice muffled.

Bakugou ignored you for the moment, his phone pressed to his ear as the barking voice of the dispatcher filled the room. His brows furrowed deeper, his scowl turning deadly as he listened to the report. “Villains in the old district? At this hour? Those bastards don’t sleep or somethin’? Yeah, yeah—I got it. We’ll be there.”

He slammed the phone down on the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Goddamn it. I hate this stupid job.”

You let out a small laugh beneath the blanket. “Liar.”

Bakugou glared at the lump of fabric that was you—his partner. “What’d you just say?”

“You heard me,” you teased, peeking out just enough for him to see the drowsy smile on your face—which can barely be seen with the dim light of the moonlight outside the bedroom window. “You love this job, Kats. You’d combust without it.”

“Like hell I would,” he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m only outta bed ‘cause I don’t trust those extras not to screw up.”

“You’re up because you want to. Big difference.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou shot you a glance over his shoulder. “Hurry your ass up. Don’t got time for you to sit there all cozy like we ain’t got villains to blow up.”

You didn’t budge.

“Give me two minutes. I just need to—hey!”

Bakugou had moved without warning, stomping back to the bed and scooping you up in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly picked you up, blanket and all, and cradled you against his chest.

“Katsuki!” you protested, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing?!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, barely sparing you a glance as he carried you toward the door. “You’re slow as hell when you’re tired. This’ll save time.”

“You can’t just carry me every time we get called in!”

“Watch me.”

He stomped down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the wooden floor, while his voice dipped into a string of curses. “Stupid villains. Stupid middle-of-the-night calls. Stupid hero work. I’m gonna blast whoever’s causing this into the next century.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter now, your head falling back against his shoulder. “You sound like a cranky old man.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’m droppin’ you,” Bakugou threatened. “Why the hell are you laughin’? Think this is funny?”

“Very. You’re like my happy pill.”

“Yeah? And you’re heavy,” he grumbled, though the way he carried you effortlessly said otherwise.

“Excuse me?!”

A corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up as he looked down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes despite his perpetual scowl. “I didn’t say nothin’. Quit wastin’ time.”

You smiled against his shoulder, listening to him grumble about this whole ordeal. He sounded pissed—like the world had wronged him personally by waking you two up—but you could see the truth in his actions. His grip was steady, his movements careful as he carried you to where your hero gear was waiting. It was such a Bakugou thing to do: grumble and complain, but still take care of you without hesitation.

By the time you make it to the gear room, Bakugou carefully sets you down on your feet. You wobbled slightly from the sudden shift, and Bakugou’s hand instinctively shot out to steady you.

“Oi, don’t fall on me now.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes before turning to grab your hero suit. “You’re way too grumpy for someone who just carried me all the way here. Admit it—you love being a hero.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You do, though,” you teased, already halfway into your gear. “I know you do.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, but he didn’t argue. Instead, his voice softened just enough to make you pause. “I wouldn’t do this job if it meant leavin’ you to deal with shit alone.”

You stilled, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing by the doorway now, fully suited up and waiting for you, his face set in his usual determined scowl. But something about the way he looked at you, about the small, unspoken truths in his words, made your chest feel warm.

“Y’know, you’re so sweet to me at the most inconvenient times. Why can’t you say things like that when I don’t look like I’ve been ran over by a truck because I’m sleep deprived?”

“Die.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me too, Ka-tsu-ki?”

He scoffed. “Hurry up, dumbass. We’ve got work to do.”

“Ha! You didn’t deny it, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up, you’re annonyin’.”

You smiled faintly, finishing the last of your preparations before walking over to him. “But you love me.”

“Of fucking course,” Bakugou said, opening the door and stepping out into the brisk night air. “Let’s go. Those idiots could only hold out for so long ‘cause they really had to call us in.”

You followed close behind, still smiling to yourself as you fell into step next to him. Despite his grumbles, despite the curses under his breath, Bakugou had never been happier. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ungodly the hour, you were always there—and as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered.

Because he loves this job—especially when he’s doing it alongside you.

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[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- the aha moment

or...how they realize they're in love with you

seungcheol doesn't get that aha moment, falling in love isn't something that happens within seconds for him. it's like he's slowly drifting into love, not even realizing you've become the focal point of his entire existence. when it finally hits him, it's a quiet, simple moment. he's watching you make him breakfast in the morning, admiring you quietly from the kitchen counter. he zones out for a moment, blinking suddenly and realizing damn. that's my woman. and he knows he's ruined for life.

it's kind of silly, how jeonghan realizes he's in love with you. he's just returned home from a busy day at work, entering the house to find it empty. searching the place top to bottom, he's about to call you when - BOO - you jump out from one of the closets and scares the soul out of him. he's clutching his chest, watching as you collapse onto the ground in a fit of giggles. he can't help but laugh along, realizing through the chaos that he's found his soulmate, and he'd be damned not to admit he's in love with you.

joshua's a simple man by nature. he's easily happy in life, only needing his members, his job, his lifestyle, and of course, you. it doesn't take long into your relationship before he realizes he's in love, as the two of you take a stroll along the Han River after a long day. he's watching the setting sun reflect against your figure, taking his phone out to snap a few pictures. it's when he notices his camera roll is full of pictures of you does he think well, that's it. i'm in love.

upon meeting his family, jun notices how much work you've put into it. you're doing your best to speak his town's dialect, communicating with his parents in a language that made them most comfortable. his heart swells when he sees you amidst his childhood home, trading stories and eating with the people who raised him. it's when he notes that you look so perfect here that he realizes you just fit. he's in love.

as if everything else is with soonyoung, his aha moment is full of fireworks and pizzazz. having just finished the most record breaking performance of his life, he finds himself with one thought only: i want to go home. usually, it's because he's tired. but now, ever since you stumbled into his life, he finds himself wanting, needing, to go home so he can hold you and recite everything that happened today. he's practically thrumming with energy to rush home, and everyone around him sees what is so painfully obvious. he's so in love.

wonwoo's always credited himself to be a loner. not a lot of people can fit with his quiet personality, so when you offer the idea of "parallel play" he's a little confused. his heart warms when you explain that you don't mind doing separate things as long as you're in the same area, understanding that he needs more time to himself than others might. it's when you tell him you love him enough to compromise does he think im so in love with this girl right now.

woozi's used to writing songs dedicated to his fans and members. he sits down for another writing session, brainstorming ideas and the thought of you pops into his mind. he shrugs, thinking it might be nice to mix it up a bit, sitting down to write something about you. it's when he reads his own words back does he realize he's irrevocably screwed and so in love with you. thought about settling down, buying her a house and saying screw the music. yeah, he's in love.

having always been a realist, minghao doesn't necessary believe in true love, or love at first sight. he understands there's going to be someone out there for him, but he's skeptical that that someone is going to be perfect. all his beliefs go out the window the moment he sees you - it's like you're surrounded by a golden glow - and he realizes maybe love at first sight can be real.

seokmin loves and gives as easy as breathing. he's always been a generous guy, and it's when you sit him down and kindly remind him to leave some for himself does he stare at you and realize ok i've found the one. you've become that steadiness in his life that used to be just his members, and you love and give to him like it's as simple as breathing too.

having always been the resident cook, mingyu's eyeing your food creation like it's some kind of poison or drug. he had insisted you didn't need to cook for him, he's always been the cook and doesn't mind it, but you were stubborn and he relented. it's when the first bite blows him away does he realize he kinda misses having someone cook for him too. if you're this good at cooking i might just have to marry you, he says, ignoring how you blush, going back for another bite.

seungkwan's always been the entertainer. he doesn't mind it, he enjoys the fact it's his job to make everyone laugh. but when times get tough and he's in no mood to be the entertainer, you're right there to support him. it's when he gets home to you after a particularly rough day and you welcome him in with open arms, murmuring how he's done well and doesn't need to do more. it's when he realizes he can just be seungkwan - not seungkwan the entertainer, but just seungkwan - and he loves you for that.

vernon never really thought about finding the one. he always just assumed that they would find him. and that's exactly what happens, when you bump into each other at the movie theatre - both there alone just cause. it's when you're enthusiastically going band for band with vernon about movies that he's forced with the realization that shit. maybe i have found the one.

chan's always known he was in love with you. he doesn't like to admit it cause he thinks it makes him sound sappy, but he truly never questioned his love for you. it was a simple thing in his mind - this person makes me so fucking happy - i must be in love. and how could it not be simple for him? he's staring at you quipping about some joke to his friends and he's thinking i love you. he's watching you just wake up from a nap and he's thinking i love you. he sees a text from you on his phone mid-dance practice. i love you. he's always been in love with you because he loves everything to do with you.

[misswynters]

𓏲 ˖. ♡ Ekko as your bf

having the boy who shattered time as your bf

warnings. none, just all fluff (truly need it after act iii)

How You Got Together.

• It started with a deep friendship. You were someone who always stuck by him through thick and thin, whether it was sneaking into Zaun’s alleys to watch him race or sitting on rooftops together while he talked about his plans to make Zaun a better place.

• Ekko didn’t realize his feelings right away, but every time he saw you cheering him on or patching up his wounds after another risky stunt, something in his chest warmed.

• One day, during a quiet moment after a long day of running with the Firelights, he blurted it out. “You know, you’re the only person who keeps me sane around here. I think I’m in love with you.”

• You were stunned for a second, but when you smiled and told him you felt the same way, he grinned so wide his face hurt. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh, Firefly?”

Nicknames He Gives You.

• Firefly — His favorite. You’re his little spark of light in Zaun’s darkness.

• Shorty/Tallie — Depending on your height, he’ll playfully tease you about it.

• Gearhead — If you have any interest in tinkering or helping him fix things, this becomes a fond nickname.

• Starling — For when he’s feeling extra soft and poetic.

• Babe — When he’s feeling casual or playful.

Love Languages.

• Acts of Service: Ekko loves taking care of you in small, thoughtful ways: tinkering with gadgets to make your life easier, fixing anything you need, or walking you home to make sure you’re safe.

• Physical Touch: He’s touch-starved, and it shows. He thrives on hand-holding, cuddling, and casual touches like ruffling your hair or resting his hand on your knee during meetings.

• Quality Time: Ekko values the moments when it’s just the two of you. Whether you’re hanging out in the hideout or watching the stars from the rooftops, he treasures your company.

How He Shows Affection.

• He has this way of looking at you like you’re his entire world, especially when you’re laughing or talking about something you’re passionate about.

• He’s a sucker for forehead kisses: quick, soft, and full of love.

• Ekko likes to surprise you with little gifts he makes himself, like a glowing trinket to wear or a gadget that makes your life easier.

• When he’s feeling especially bold, he’ll pull you close by the waist and murmur something sweet in your ear just to see you blush.

What He’s Like in a Relationship.

• He’s fiercely loyal and protective, always making sure you’re safe and cared for.

• Ekko is a mix of playful and serious. he’ll joke around to make you laugh, but when it comes to your happiness or well-being, he’s all locked in.

• He listens to you like it’s the most important thing in the world, always giving you his full attention. He’s like completely mesmerized with the way you speak to him. like it could literally be you just yapping about the stupidest thing and you will still have his full attention. Ekko would be all smiley and smitten he just loves hearing you talk about your interests.

Dates with Him.

• Rooftop stargazing is one of his favorites. He’ll bring a blanket and snacks, and you’ll spend hours lying side by side, talking about anything and everything.

• Late-night walks through Zaun, where he shows you hidden spots he loves, like graffiti walls he painted or quiet corners with the best views of the Undercity lights.

• He loves taking you everywhere with him. Anywhere, that would allow him to proudly show you off to his crew.

• Sometimes, dates are simple. Fixing things together, cooking (well, attempting to), or dancing to music in the hideout.

• Taking you to do inventions. Whether it’s with heimerdinger or not he will not mind having you around while he does his nerdy stuff. Encourages you while you try to do something while failing miserably.

What He Loves About You the Most.

• Your unwavering support. He’s always carrying the weight of Zaun’s struggles, and you’re the one person who makes him feel like it’s okay to lean on someone else for a while.

• Your laughter. It’s his favorite sound, and he’ll do anything to hear it.

• Your determination. Whether you’re helping him with the Firelights or pursuing your own goals, he admires your drive and tenacity.

• The way you care for others. It reminds him of why he fights so hard to protect Zaun.

Arguments with Him.

• Ekko HATES arguing, especially with you. He’ll try to keep his cool, but sometimes his frustration slips out.

• He’s quick to apologize if he’s in the wrong. He doesn’t like going to bed angry, so he’ll do whatever it takes to make things right before the night ends.

• If you’re upset, he’ll give you space if you need it, but he’ll always check in to make sure you’re okay. “Look, I’m sorry. I just… I hate fighting with you. Can we talk about this?”

• Arguments never last long because both of you care too much to stay mad.

Little Things He Does for You.

• He always checks in on you, whether it’s through quick messages or showing up to see you in person.

• He’ll steal your snacks but always makes sure to bring extras so you don’t actually lose out.

• Ekko loves playing with your hair, whether it’s braiding it, twirling it around his finger, or just running his hands through it absentmindedly.

• When you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a hug and whisper, “You got this, Firefly. I believe in you.”

• If he notices you shivering, he’ll shrug off his jacket and wrap it around you without a second thought.

Moments That Make Him Soft.

• When you fall asleep on his shoulder after a long day. He’ll sit perfectly still so he doesn’t wake you, his heart melting at how peaceful you look.

• The way you light up when you see him, like he’s the only person in the world that matters.

• When you cheer him on during one of his missions. Your belief in him gives him strength like nothing else.

• Watching you interact with Scraps or other animals. He loves seeing your gentle, caring side.

Overall in my opinion.

Ekko as your boyfriend is a mix of excitement, warmth, and unwavering devotion. He’s someone who will always have your back, someone who will fight for you and with you, and someone who will treasure every moment you spend together. With him, life in Zaun feels a little brighter, a little safer, and a whole lot more full of love.

note. just my opinion :3

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[brownblob]

"I Love You"

When the words "I love you" spill from the prefect's lips, how do the Housewardens react?

Part 1

TW: Kissing in Malleus' part, forehead kisses, mentions of insecurities (Fluff)

Part 2 (Separate): Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

ᥫ᭡. Kalim Al-Asim ᥫ᭡.

Like the scorching sun in the Scalding Sands, Kalim's feelings for you burned deep within his heart. Why is it that he wants to spend time with you, but the moment he does, his heart seems to stop? Why is it that the word 'friend' bugs him when associated with you? Why is it that he wants to be selfish, to hog you for himself? His mind become's mush whenever you're near and his throat feels dry, he just feels so shy.

Kalim is everything but shy.

Expensive gifts, prized heirlooms, rare gemstones, and any luxury you could name- he'll give it all to you, so why do you reject? Anyone else would accept his gifts with open arms, encouraging him to give more. Wait, you aren't anyone, you're you. You don't take, you give. Despite the little you have in this new world, you who harbors no magic, gives him joy. You spend time with him, you care for him, and you don't take from him- he really wishes you would.

Take his riches and look back at him just one more time, he swears he'll hand you all the gold he can acquire. So please, please just look at him more.

You're caring, so much so that he could just melt in your arms. How lucky he feels when you look at him, but why? Jamil looks at him too, he doesn't feel as if mice are tickling him then. No, when you're around, all he can see is you. You who shines brighter than any gemstone his wealth could buy. You are not a prize to be won, he knows, but he wishes that the glitters of gold could woo you, make him your number one.

He feels so lost and it hurts, nights spent sobbing away.

Kalim, the name alone makes you smile. Someone who's kind despite all that he's faced, all the horrible people he's met- he still believes in the good of people. Some call it naivety, you call it 'a heart of gold'. Yes, he's sheltered, there's some things he's slow at, and he has flaws. Despite said flaws, he want to become better and you see him try every single day. You've seen how he makes everyone comfortable, always including anyone and everyone, how he's akin to a drop of sunshine. It's a rarity and you appreciate it greatly. Twisted Wonderland, it's new to you and things are difficult but when Kalim's there, things don't feel that difficult.

He doesn't look down upon you, he doesn't think you're weak despite having no magic, and he certainly never belittles you- others have and that hurt.

He's always up for some fun, but it always feels better when he can share the fun with you. Thus, flying carpet rides have become your nightly routine. There's a soft knock on your window every other night, a hand extended your way; calling you to live, be happy. You can't help but blush when the carpet takes off, his body huddles closer to yours and the moon seems tease you with how bright she is.

It's another night and he's come to pick you up to go see the Scarabia moon. You're sitting next to each other, the desert seemingly glowing underneath. The stars twinkle and you swear the breeze is cool on purpose, just so the both of you have no choice but to lean into each other. Hands intertwine, both of you looking the other way, cheeks red like cherries.

"I..I love you."

You fumble out on mistake, your breath hitching the moment you realize. His head whips towards you, garnet eyes appraising your blushing visage. A soft smile appears on his lips, his sun-kissed skin peachy with a blush of his own.

"I love you too."

He says eagerly, hands wrapping around you as he pulls you in. The moon looks bigger, the stars winking at you, and the scent of sandalwood engulfs you. A soft kiss is planted on your forehead, one that lingers. Like a pair of sea otters, you both hold the other's hand.

ᥫ᭡. Vil Schoenheit ᥫ᭡.

Center of attention, even the room's filled to the brim with pretty faces. Eye's the color of violets and a smile that's so striking, it could cut right through you. Just how a bright star commands everyone's admiration, Vil himself does exactly that. With beauty that's akin to a velvety rose, thorns sharp and drawing blood of the one who dares touch. He's not sure why he's so fond of you, really, it baffles him. Your constant babbling should bother him- your posture isn't perfect, you don't regularly use the products he recommends to you, and your diet could use improving.

He only recently realized the perfection of imperfection. That's what you are, like an abstract piece of art that can draw even the most elegant man's heart. Truly, you can take his breath and keep it, which is a difficult feat to accomplish. Yet, you seem to have done just that.

He doesn't like how drawn he is to you, the you who could improve so much. Nevertheless, he can't deny how his heart flutters when you ramble on and on, the words you spew seem like pearls to him. Undeniably, you've got his heart, and it bothers him.

Vil seems unreachable to you, as if he's a god and you're a follower. You can see him, but you can't touch. Everything about him is captivating- the way he moves, how he walks, how he talks, everything. You feel like a toad in front of him sometimes. Still, the reason your heart continues to flutter is not his beauty but how soft he can be. His words may be harsh, telling you to fix your posture or add a certain product to your skincare, but he means well. It used to irk you, how he pointed out your flaws, but he never touched an insecurity- it was never something you couldn't fix. Many times, he only tells you how to improve and that's in his nature. It started with you muttering curses under your breath, now all you do is give him a dopey smile as he flicks your forehead.

It's hard to love Vil, and you're sure that it's even harder to be loved by him. He's untouchable and you're not sure if he'll even spare you a glance. But, the nights you spend at his dorm, him tending to your skin as you blabber about your day. Or the few rarities when he opens up, speaking of his insecurities. It shows how human he is; how he too, can feel.

It's another night at his dorm, your skin's worsened as of late and Vil's ordered you to give him a visit. You sit at his vanity, the light's so bright that it could blind you, but what truly blinds you is Vil himself in all his glory. His dampened hair, the ends the color of wisteria, and the scent of patchouli just makes you want to melt right then and there. He strides over with a new product in his hand, carefully beginning to massage your face with it.

"I love you."

The words come out instantly, his hands stopping in motion as his violet eyes widen. A sheepish blush coats your face as you realize what you said. Your breath hitches, the fear of rejection drilling into your mind, and your heart drumming against your chest.

"That's quite bold of you, sweet potato.."

He lets out a small chuckle, eyes holding content. He leans closer before flicking you on the forehead gently.

"I love you too."

ᥫ᭡. Idia Shroud ᥫ᭡.

The buzz of video games, the stench on junk food, and an interest for oddities. Idia Shroud was a wallflower, yet you'd managed to befriend him, something he's truly grateful for- your presence. He liked you. You understood him, you never belittled him for what he enjoyed, in fact, you encouraged him to continue. No matter how good or bad you were at a game, you'd play alongside him. It didn't matter whether you enjoyed his rambles, you'd listen no matter what, before babbling on and on about something of your own interest. Nights like this, filled with games, reading manga, watching anime, and spending time with you- he never wanted these to end.

You were brave, so unlike him. You had no magic, still you managed to show courage, to fight against overblots. How he wished he was you, no, how he wished he was yours. The realization hit him like a truck in an isekai, quickly and out of nowhere. When he figured he liked you, he didn't let you anywhere near him for a week- opting to hide in his room and not leave. It took some convincing from Ortho and also the fact that you may dislike him if he ignored you, before he opened his doors for you once again. Nevertheless, he was skittish, averting his gaze from your face, and sitting on the other end of the couch when you visited. That worried you, you were sure you'd messed up big time and he became uneasy around you because of it. Thankfully everything became normal after two weeks, he was sure he wouldn't be able to recover.

The truth was, you liked him too. It was weird and something unforeseen, you both started out as friends- you'd visit his dorm, play games all night, munch on junk together, and then laugh at all the cringe characters in the current anime you both were binging on. Right now, you were experiencing that cheesy crush from a shoujo manga, and the feeling was messing with your brain.

The gloomy boy you pined for was everything but dreamy, somehow, that's what made him so charming to you. Hair an electric blue that flared up like flames, pale skin akin to porcelain, and eyes yellow like daffodils. His physicality was mesmerizing but there was so much more to his character too. He was passionate about what he enjoyed, jabbering on for hours about his interest, something that you didn't mind one bit. He was competitive, striking a triumphant grin whenever he'd win a game against you. He's prideful too, his creations making him an utter genius. At the same time, he held such emotion, a man who would never judge for he himself experienced the badmouthing of others.

There's just something about Idia, something that makes your cheeks flare up. You're not sure if he notices how his presence can make you skittish, how you become timid when he's near, and how divine he seems to you. He never notice how he makes you feel, how ironic that you become just like him when he's near.

Just like the usual, you're cooped up in his dorm alongside him. You've been binging an anime for the past few hours and the way he's so focused on the characters while you're so focused on him, it bothers you. He feels so close yet so far and the fact that you're having such thoughts about the whole situation, makes you feel stupid.

"I love you.."

You immediately pause at your own words, Idia pauses the show too. There's a long silence in the room and before you know it, Idia's moved far away from you. His hair's become an electric pink and his eyes are wide.

"W-w-w-what..!?"

He exclaims the words as if he's animated, the feeling of fluster surging throughout him. Were you playing a joke on him? This wasn't right, it couldn't be. His gaze averts the other way every time you look at him and he won't admit it, but he really hopes you're not joking.

"I love you, Idia."

You say again, softer this time and you yourself look the other way, peachy blush coating your face. You're cursing yourself for speaking up, palms sweaty and clammy. You feel dizzy and your breathing is erratic , the feeling's mutual. The room's silent again, no one says anything and the only sound either of you can hear is the buzz of the computer.

"I...I...I dove, no, love you too.."

He mutters out, fumbling his words while he does. You both look at each other, shy gaze. Your lips form a small smile, making Idia's hair flare an even brighter pink. His face is rosy and he'd rather not look at you but you're just so pretty that he can't help but look.

You're not sure how it things fell in place but he accepted your confession, and now you've somehow managed to cuddle up to him. He's stiff but that's fine, the mere fact that he's holding your hand tightly is enough to reassure you. That, and how smug he looks.

ᥫ᭡. Malleus Draconia ᥫ᭡.

Child of man, you truly are peculiar. Malleus Draconia, the name alone makes millions, if not billions, tremble to the bone. He holds such unrivaled power that the thought alone is fearsome- he is fearsome.

A monster, that's what many would call him, but you don't. No one dares approach him as carelessly as you do, a bumbling smile on your lips as you walk next to him without a care in the world. Do you truly not know what he's capable of? 'Tsunotaro', that's what you've named him- quite bold of you, not that he minds. Please continue to enlighten him about human practices, he's interested in every thing you have to say.

Loneliness is a disease that he's suffered from since his childhood. It's second nature to be alone with his own presence, silence a bandage that covers but doesn't heal his wounds. Yet, the way you come to him, invite him to all your little events, how you choose him. How can he be lonely when he has you?

You, who is so bright like a star coated in gold- is he even allowed to go near you? It feels as if you'll break in his hands, yet you seem so brave, putting yourself in danger with a smile. You've got his heart in your hands and it hurts that you don't realize.

'Friend' was a word he grew to love, knowing the special bond you shared. Nevertheless, it's the same word that has caused Diasomnia to have horrible whether for the past week- you're a friend to many but a lover to none. Be his, child of man, he's the only one worthy enough to call you his.

Since the day of his realization, Malleus follows you as a second shadow would. Now, no one with ill intentions would dare approach what he's already considered his. Truly, how precious you are. Giving him small shiny pebbles you find, trying to tuck daisies into his hair but being unable to reach his head, and the times you try to tease him as a joke, making the silliest of faces. Please tell him that he's the only one who has the honor of seeing you in such various forms. Dragons are hoarders, you know? And he wants nothing but to hoard you all for himself.

Spending time with your Tsunotaro is always fulfilling. His knowledge on gargoyles, the depth in which he speaks of them and how little he knows of human interactions. It all makes your heart flutter, eliciting a smile on your lips. It's not difficult to have feelings for someone such as him, it comes naturally. He seems so intimidating, dangerous even and it's not that he's not- he is, but there's so much more to him. He's curious, always listening to what you have to say. He's sweet, always handing you gifts whether small or unimaginably grand. And the manner in which he speaks, the elegance he holds, he's just as charming as any prince in a book- if not more.

When you began actually having feelings for him, all his words seemed to make your mind all fuzzy. Could he really not tell how his vocabulary affected you? 'My dear', 'my love', and all other forms of endearments had become a usual, so much so, that it felt right.

You went on walks with him, spotting gargoyles and chatting about them. Sometimes you drag him to picnics with and he happily follows, letting you braid his ebony hair. Still, not everything you shared seemed friend-like, and if it was, you didn't want it to be. The way his emerald eyes gazed over you, how his touch lingered so gently, and how his lips brushed agains your ear when he said he'll keep you safe. It couldn't mean nothing, you didn't want it to.

A walk in a meadow at nighttime, how strange, but also the daily for you. You walk alongside Malleus, skittish and timid- this isn't how you usually act. The moon's peeking out from under the clouds and casting a silver sheen on all that it lands on. Fireflies scurry around slowly, the cool night air making you feel at ease- but it's not enough.

Your face is flushed and you won't meet his gaze, he's not sure what he did wrong. His frame towers behind you as you seem to walk quicker, increasing your pace. Hurt, that's what he feels; did you start seeing him as a monster too?

You can't leave, please- he'll beg if he has to, give you all of what he has and can create. Promise you'll stay, and don't ever leave.

Then you pause, turning around as you take deliberate steps towards him. You look up, your smaller frame covered by his daunting shadow.

"I love you, Tsunotaro."

You say with a certain melancholy in your voice, as if you know he'll reject you and your love. How could he ever think of rejecting? He'd rather pierce his own heart and bleed to death than ever think of rejecting any of your words.

His viridescent eyes widen, the glow of them seeming intense. His hands holds you in place gently, he seems to be staring at you, looking you as if you're the most fragile piece of glass. The words don't spill out of his lips and you look more desolate by the second- he seemingly can't speak, he's not sure if this is but a dream.

"I love you too, child of man. So much that you wouldn't believe it."

His hands wrap you in a desperate embrace, almost as desperate as the words he'd just managed to choke out. It was as if you would wither away if he let go, as if he was making sure you were not a dream.

Your own eyes widen, lips parting shock at his words. The night seems magical and his embrace is sincere. He pries away from you only to look at you more, all your expressions- please continue to show such faces to only him. Only he should see you like this, with your face flushed red and eyes widened as you stare at him as though he's the only man in the world. His hands seem shaky, unlike who he usually is.

No, he seems so vulnerable and you seem to be his vulnerability.

Everything seems alright when you're there, he doesn't feel loneliness; far from it, actually. He doesn't feel like a monster when you love him, when your own arms loosely wrap around his neck as you pull him in for a soft kiss- no, monster's don't get such luxuries.

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[yaniluvs]

‧₊˚ ⛲️ ⌇ 리노 : OUR MOONLIGHT ── your idol-boyfriend comes over to yours, tired from the day's schedule, only to find you wearing one of his tees.

𓍯 idolbf!leeknow ʚଓ unistudent!fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 0.9k ── ༯ DRABBLE, established relationship, domestic and tooth rotting fluff, cute, comfort, petnames, messy but romantic kissing, making out, corny flirting, requested by anon! ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ if you saw this post earlier, no you didn't. this is a repost ㅠㅠ.. ginger/red/brown minho is my weak spot.. >< loved writing this so much !! my very first request, thanks anon! comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the hum of the city outside was a comforting backdrop as y/n sat in her apartment, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. she adjusted the brown frame of her glasses, staring at the glowing screen in front of her.

assignments always had a way of consuming her time, but tonight, her thoughts kept drifting elsewhere.

the sound of keys jingling at the door snapped her back to reality. she smiled to herself, knowing exactly who it was.

the door opened quietly, and the guy stepped inside, the dim light of the apartment highlighting his newly dyed dark brownish-scarlet hair. it suited him perfectly—soft, warm, hot, and too fine. 

he noticed her immediately, sitting on the couch in one of his tees- fitting her loosely, paired with shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem. she looked effortlessly cute, and his heart swelled at the sight. 

"busy, hmm?" her boyfriend asked, his voice gentle yet teasing, as he closed the door behind him.

she looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"you’re home," she exclaimed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "and you look so fluffy today. i can’t get over how perfect this hair color is on you."

minho cringed at her words, his face turning into mock-disgust, running a hand through his soft locks. "you think so? i thought you’d like it." 

"i love it," she replied, her tone affectionate. "you look like a hot rockstar who's secretly a red velvet muffin inside."

"interesting choice of words.." he chuckled, shaking his head at the nickname. "a red velvet muffin? really? i was going for something more…mature."

she giggled, setting her laptop aside. "oh, trust me, you look very mature," she teased, her eyes trailing over him. "but i can’t help it, you’re just so adorable."

minho made his way over to her, his movements slow and deliberate. he leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead before whispering, "and you, look way too good in my shirt."

y/n smirked, pulling him down by his hand to sit on the armchair nearby. "you mean my shirt now," she corrected, her voice playful.

"is that so?" his eyes sparkled with mischief. he sat down, pulling her with him so that she ended up on his lap, straddling him. 

she gasped softly, her hands instinctively finding their place on his broad shoulders. "someone���s feeling bold tonight."

"bold?" he tilted his head, his expression innocent. "i’m just getting comfortable."

she rolled her eyes, though her heart was racing. "comfortable, huh?"

he nodded, his hands resting on her waist, gently tugging her closer. "very comfortable. i mean, how could i not be when i have you right here?" his voice dropped to a whisper, lips brushing against hers.

she couldn’t help but smile, her hands moving to play with the soft strands of his dyed hair. "you really do look good with this color," she murmured, her lips hovering just above his. 

"then stop talking about it and do something," he challenged, his voice low and teasing.

her smile widened as she accepted the challenge, closing the small distance between them. their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that sent shivers down her spine. his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened.

her heart pounded in her chest as she melted into him, every inch of her body aware of his presence. she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, and it was comforting, grounding her in the moment.

his hands slid up her back, his touch gentle. he broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, "you taste like strawberries."

"you look like one," she chuckled softly, brushing her nose against his. "but you taste like trouble."

"is that a bad thing?" he asked, his voice pouty, laced with amusement.

"not at all," she replied, capturing his lips again. 

the world outside her apartment faded away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other. their kisses stayed soft, more calm, as if they were making up for all the time they’d spent apart. 

minho's hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. he loved how she responded to him, the way she clung to him, the little gasps that escaped her lips between kisses.

her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, as if she could never get enough of him. she could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed her, and it made her heart swell with love.

eventually, they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. 

"you really need to come over more often," y/n whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

the guy only chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "i’m not going anywhere, not when you look at me like that."

she blushed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "like what?"

"like i’m the only person in the world," he replied, his voice soft, sincere.

she smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. "that’s because you are," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him once more.

this time, it was better, more tender, a promise of all the moments they would share in the future.

and as they held each other, wrapped up in their own little world, they knew that nothing else mattered. not the assignments, not the schedules, not the outside world—just the two of them, here, in this moment.

[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[inkskinned]

hello. you left a neon pink post-it with pgs 194-359 due 9/12 in the book, by the way. it is now May 23rd and the library's printer is running out of ink. it jammed and tore my passport application. one of the librarians dutifully blacked out all my information (front and back!) before proceeding to use every unmarred inch as scrap paper.

i think maybe our (plural, inclusive) lives are connected. all of them. i have been thinking a lot about borrowing. about how people move through the world in waves, filling in the same spaces. i have probably stood on the same subway platform as you. we held the same book. all of us stand in the same line at the grocery, at the gas station. how many feet have stood washing dishes in my kitchen?

i hope you are doing well. the pen you used was a nice red, maybe a glitter pen? you have loopy, curling handwriting. i sometimes wonder if it is true that you can tell a personality by the shape of our letters. i'm borrowing my brother's car. he's got scrangly engineer handwriting (you know the one). it's a yellow-orange ford mustang boss. when i got out of the building, some kids were posing with it for a selfie. i felt a little bird grow in me and had to pause and pretend to be busy with my phone to give them more time for their laughing.

i have a habit of asking people what's the last good book you read? the librarian's handwriting on the back of my smeared-and-chewed passport application says the glass house in small undercase. i usually go for fantasy/sci fi, but she was glowing when she suggested it. i found your post-it on page 26, so i really hope you didn't have to read up to 359 in that particular book. i hope you're like me and just have a weird "random piece of trash" "bookmark" that somehow makes it through like, 58 books.

i wish the concept of soul mates was bigger. i wish it was about how my soul and your soul are reading the same work. how i actually put down that book at the same time you did - page 26 was like, all exposition. i wish we were soul mates with every person on the same train. how magical to exist and borrow the same space together. i like the idea that somewhere, someone is using the shirts i donated. i like the idea that every time i see a nice view and say oh gosh look at the view, you (plural, inclusive) said that too.

the kids hollered when i beeped the car. oh dude you set off the alarm, oh shit is she - dude that's her car!! one was extremely polite. "i like your car, Miss. i'm sorry we touched it." i said i wasn't busy, finish up the pictures. i folded your post-it into a paper crane while i waited. i thought about how my brother's a kind person but his handwriting looks angry. i thought about how for an entire year i drove someone to work every day - and i didn't even think to ask for gas money. my handwriting is straight capital letters.

i thought about how i can make a paper crane because i was taught by someone who was taught by someone else.

the kids asked me to rev the engine and you know i did. the way they reacted? you would have thought i brought the sun from the sky and poured it into a waterglass. i went home smiling about it. i later gave your post it-turned-bird to a tiny child on the bus. she put it in her mouth immediately.

how easy, standing in your shadow, casting my own. how our hands pass over each other in the same minor folds. i wonder how many of the same books you and i have read. i wonder how many people have the same favorite six songs or have been in the same restaurant or have attended the same movie premier. the other day i mentioned the Book Mill from a small town in western massachusetts - a lot of people knew of it. i wonder if i've ever passed you - and didn't even notice it.

i hope whatever i leave behind makes you happy. i hope my hands only leave gentle prints. i hope you and i get the same feeling when the sun comes out. soulmates across all of it.