#if i had the talent and dedication to write oh the ideas

[i-d-e-g-a-f]

it’s crazy to me that people in the atla fandom commonly treat mailee as a side ship to z*kka despite them having significantly more textual basis than the latter. like it actually baffles me a bit. and this isn’t me bashing z*kka. it’s not my cup of tea but i have no hatred for the ship itself, it’s just that the difference in popularity and treatment towards the two ships is crazy to me

[misshoneyimhome]

for Jarvy maybe it’s something fluffy but suggestive? hes been doing well with game 1 and his big hit and game 2 and his goal. Hes probably crediting it to something him and his girlfriend do before games? like something for good luck but he cant say what on camera

So, this is my very first attempt at writing some Seth Jarvis 🤗

Just very short; I had a bit of a debate with myself on how to approach this, but after watching a few videos of this adorable idiot, I think I've got a good idea of how I see him in my mind 😉 However, I do apologise though if this turned out a bit short 🙏🏼

And yes, I've kept the pre-game ritual open for interpretation, though I believe there's a pretty clear hint at what it might entail 😂

Anyway, hope you like it! 🌺

Tropes & warnings; established relationship, boyfriend!Seth; no explicit smut - just mentions of sexual activities;

Word count; 1.6K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Lucky charms I Seth Jarvis 🖋️🌺

Seth Jarvis had been making waves in the hockey world, his name frequently mentioned in highlight reels and post-game discussions. And as his girlfriend, you had a front-row seat to his triumphs as well as challenges, knowing there was more to his success than just raw talent. Behind every goal, every hit, lay nothing but hard work and dedication, coupled with a ritual you both cherished – a secret that kept him grounded and focused throughout the season. With the playoffs upon him, it was time to embrace that ritual more than ever.

It was just before the first game of round one of the playoffs, and though your boyfriend was nothing short of an incredible hockey player, usually calm and collected as he mentally prepared for each game, you sensed his nerves.

His cool and laid-back demeanour was often what calmed the rest of the team, coupled with his cheerfulness and goofy behaviour, which usually kept the spirits high. However, with the seriousness of the playoffs looming, you had a feeling that perhaps you, as his girlfriend, could be the one to help calm his nerves – at least on your home turf.

And as he sat on the edge of the bed, lacing up his shoes with a focused frown, you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers moved a bit too quickly, betraying his usual relaxed pace. So, slowly, you walked over and stood in front of him, running your hand through his semi-long dark hair to ease his stiffness.

"Hey," you said softly. "You doing okay?"

He slowly gazed up, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile that didn’t quite reach them. "Yeah, just... you know. First game jitters."

You merely nodded, trying to understand the weight of the playoffs, as you let out a soft sigh. But then a cheeky smile appeared on your lips. "You know… I think I might have something that could help," you then spoke with a mischievous glint in your eye, hoping a bit of playfulness would ease the tension.

And naturally, Seth’s smile widened, a hint of curiosity replacing the worry. "Oh yeah? What’s that?"

Slowly you leaned down, your lips delicately brushing his ear as you whispered, "Our little ritual. I think it’s time for some good luck, don’t you?"

Seth’s eyes lit up immediately, the tension in his body easing slightly. "You think we have the time?"

But you simply nodded, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. "We’ll make the time."

With a heartfelt chuckle, Seth pulled you closer into his arms. "Alright then, let’s get some good luck going, baby."

You couldn’t suppress a smile as you again saw happiness in his eye, and with another chuckle you simply spoke, “you go get the green hair band – I’ll go get the whipped cream!”

_

You weren’t particularly superstitious by nature but observing the players' pre-game rituals over time had planted a seed of belief in you. Perhaps there was something greater in the universe, especially considering the impact of your own little ritual.

Because Seth Jarvis was on fire. Enough said.

His standout performance in game one of the first playoff round, marked by a massive hit, had set the tone. Then, his goal in the second match had everyone talking. Despite his undeniable talent, it seemed he had found an extra spark that fuelled his fire. And predictably, the press clamoured for interviews, and Seth, ever humble, obliged.

“Hey, Seth! What’s your secret to such a great start this series?” asked one reporter, a curious smile tugging at her lips.

Seth chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, ya know, I’ve got a great team supporting me, and we’ve been working real hard. And, uh,” he glanced at you, standing nearby, “I’ve got some personal good luck charms.”

The reporters chuckled, sensing there was more to the story. “Care to share what these personal good luck charms are?”

But Seth shook his head, grinning mischievously. “Ah no, that’s top secret. Let’s just say it’s a sort of pre-game ritual my girlfriend and I have. And it’s been working pretty good.”

The sexual undertone wasn’t lost on anyone, and the reporters tried to dig deeper, eager for a scoop. However, saved by the bell, the team’s media handler intervened, wrapping up the session before Seth made his way over to you, his smile widening. “Ready to head home?”

You nodded, linking your arm through his. “You handled that so well, Jarvs. I thought for a second you might spill the beans.”

Seth couldn’t help but let out a laughter, bending down to kiss the top of your head. “Nah, our secret’s safe, babe. Besides, can you imagine the headlines?”

And as you both settled into the car, laughter bubbled between you, reminiscing about your light-hearted ritual. What began as a joke had evolved into your private good luck charm, a playful bond shared only between you and Seth.

_

Seth's playful antics were pretty much just common within the Carolina Hurricanes. With his youthful spirit, cheerful mood, and knack for teasing his teammates in the most creative ways, he was like the team's resident joker - always keeping the mood light, of course.

And you couldn't help but love him for it. His infectious energy was just one of the many things that had drawn you to him right from the start. And sharing a home in his spacious pad, every day was a whirlwind of laughter and joy, a testament to the strong bond you both cherished.

Likewise, Seth had been immediately taken with you. From the first time you crossed paths at those off-season get-togethers with the other players, you hit it off effortlessly, as you seemed to be one that could match his high vibe. 

Every playful remark he threw your way, you volleyed right back, and your ability to laugh along with his antics, even when he pushed the boundaries a bit, only solidified a bond between yo. 

Yet amidst all the fun and banter, there was a deep strength and support in your relationship. As you transitioned from being casual acquaintances to inseparable partners in crime, cheering Seth on from the side-lines during hockey games, your unwavering support became his rock. Win or lose, you were always there with love and encouragement, deepening your connection and eventually leading you to proudly wear his number 24.

Not to forget the incredible sex. That was in a league of its own. The fun in the bedroom you and Seth shared – or anywhere else, for that matter – was absolutely mind-blowing. While initially, you both had held back a bit, once you got to know each other better, the sky was the limit. And what mattered most was how at ease and comfortable you felt with him. Sure, he wasn't always the most mature or serious guy, but he was definitely the most enjoyable to explore new realms with. You just never felt insecure with him because he had a knack for just enjoying the moment with you.

And as weeks turned into months, neither of you wanted to let go of the spark that ignited your relationship, and soon enough, you found yourself in a romantic relationship with the Canadian hockey player. And before you knew it, the playful dynamic between you had created this quirky pre-game ritual that somehow just became a part of your relationship.

_

"Can you believe our little ritual actually worked again?" you chuckled, settling into the passenger seat as Seth took the wheel and started the car, shooting you a fond look.

"Of course, it did, babe! I swear, every time I step onto the ice, I know your little trick has something to do with it - I can just feel it."

You couldn’t resist smiling as you reached over to squeeze his hand. "Well, then I guess we’ll have to keep it up."

"Definitely," Seth simply said, bringing your hand to his lips. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

Driving home, a swell of pride and affection washed over you. While Seth might be grabbing headlines with his performance, to you, he was more than just a talented hockey player. He was your partner in crime, and the bond you shared was stronger than any pre-game ritual.

And when you finally arrived home, both craving some relaxation time, you settled onto the sofa, and Seth swiftly pulled you close. The TV was on, replaying highlights from the game, and as you watched his goal being shown again and again, with commentators praising his skill and determination, Seth couldn’t hide his confident grin.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and warm, near your ear, "I think it could be time for the post-game ritual now…"

Turning to him, you raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Oh?" you remarked, meeting his gaze directly. "So, you think you’ve earned that?"

And once more, he just grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Oh, I definitely think I have!"

"Hmm," you playfully mused, considering your next move, a devilish idea forming in your mind. "Well, maybe you have…"

"Mmm, yes! I’ll go get the whipped cream then, baby," your boyfriend chuckled lightly.

Yet you stopped him in his tracks. "Hold on, Jarvs," you flashed him a cheeky look. "I think tonight, we need both whipped cream and ice cream."

And Seth knew exactly what that meant; tonight, despite his tiredness, which had naturally washed away, the two of you weren’t going to bed early.

"Well, then how about you go and get ready while I prepare everything in the kitchen?" he suggested.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to kiss him deeply and passionately. "Your wish is my command, star player."

In that moment, everything felt just right. It wasn’t only about the games or the goals – It was about the love and support you shared; those little moments that made life extraordinary. And if a few secret rituals along the way contributed to Seth’s success, well, that was just the cherry on top.

[moonxytcn]

Would you mind please writing a fic about us painting a portrait of billie! We are an amazing painter and we wanted to surprise billie :)

a painted portrait as a gift

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary – you paint a portrait to give Billie Eilish as a gift

warnings – fluffy

a/n – I hope you enjoy

English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

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The studio was silent, except for the soft sound of the brush bristles gliding across the canvas. The afternoon light streamed through the large windows, illuminating the space with a golden glow, perfect for working on delicate details. You, a talented and dedicated painter, were focused on your latest creation: a portrait of Billie Eilish.

The idea had come to you during one of your morning walks. Billie’s music was playing in your headphones, and a sudden vision of the artist appeared in your mind, capturing her essence in a way you felt compelled to put on canvas. Since then, you had been working on this project with special passion, eager to capture the strength and vulnerability she so well expressed in her songs and public appearances.

Today was the day. The portrait was finished, and the result was more than you could have hoped for. The image captured Billie in a moment of introspection, her eyes reflecting a mix of melancholy and determination, something you always admired in her. Every detail, from the texture of her hair to the softness of her skin, had been crafted with extreme care and dedication.

You had a plan to surprise Billie. Through a mutual contact, you discovered that she would be in town for an interview, and with a bit of luck and a lot of courage, you could deliver the portrait in person. Arriving at the interview location, your heart was pounding. After explaining to the security guard the purpose of your visit, he nodded and asked you to wait. Minutes that felt like hours passed until finally, you were invited in.

Billie was sitting on a couch, looking a bit tired, but when her eyes met the covered painting you carried, they lit up with curiosity. You introduced yourself briefly and explained the reason for your visit, trying to keep your voice steady despite the nervousness.

"I'm a big admirer of your work and wanted to give you something special." You said, beginning to remove the cloth covering the painting. "I hope you like it."

When the canvas was revealed, the silence in the room was palpable. Billie stared at the portrait, her eyes widening in surprise and then filling with emotion. She stood up slowly and approached the artwork, analyzing every detail with an expression of wonder.

"Oh my God." She whispered. "This is incredible. I... I don't even know what to say."

Your heart raced at her reaction. "I'm so glad you like it." You replied, trying to contain the wave of emotion threatening to overflow. "It was a pleasure and an honor to paint this for you."

Billie turned to you, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "You are extremely talented. This means so much to me, really. Thank you so much."

That afternoon turned into something unforgettable. Billie made sure to talk with you for a while, wanting to know more about your work and your inspiration. Every moment felt magical, and you knew this memory would stay with you forever.

As you said goodbye, Billie promised to find a special place to hang the portrait, where she could see it every day and remember the unique connection you shared at that moment.

Leaving the studio, with a feeling of fulfillment and joy in your heart, you knew this was just the beginning of many other stories you would have the chance to paint.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I love love love your writing! You are so talented.

Keeping up with the dark kidnapping theme, can you please write a bit where the lead is a really dedicated student, maybe for med school, and is heartbroken beyond belief because they think Steven/Marc won’t allow them to continue studying now that they’re basically captive (of course they allow her so it’s can be comforting and maybe turn smutty 😈) thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

ANONY PLEASE- I...I AM MELTING RN!❤️ Please let me give you hugs and kisses🥹

Lovestruck

Yandere Marc Spector & Steven Grant x student!fem!reader

Warnings/Triggers: Description of kidnapping, dark themes, yandere themes, some horror themes, comfort, mature themes, mentions of DID.

Sorry for no smut. I couldn't find any right moment. :(

It was already late, you and a few others stayed after class to study at the library in your school. It was already getting dark, you increased your speed because you had to use the toilet, but luckily on your way home, you always walked past the Museum. You saw the security guard at the entrance and made your way over.

"Excuse me? Is the Museum still open? I'm in need of a toilet." you asked in a friendly tone with a smile.

The guard returned the friendly gesture. "Yes, Ma'am. But you have to ask the receptionist, since the toilets were getting cleaned and he can tell you if the janitor's done."

"Thank you, sir. Have a good night." You smiled, stepping inside the Museum, spotting the guy behind the glass.

As you approached, he looked like he was watching something on his phone, it looked like Otter videos. He didn't seem to notice you, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. The guy snapped back to reality, turning to look at you with a surprised smile.

"Oh! May I help you?"

You smiled. "Yes are the toilets free?"

The guy turned to look at the security cameras showing the toilets. "Yep, they're free. They're freshly cleaned." he flashed a grin.

You smiled, gave him a thumbs up and rushed to the toilets. After being done with your business, you pulled out your phone to get a look on the time. Almost midnight. You cursed under your breath, speeding up a bit. When you turned a corner, not paying attention, someone bumped into you with a force, causing you to fall on the ground.

"Oh shit! Oh bollocks, I'm so sorry."

Looking up, you saw a man standing there, his hair was a bit messy and he looked concerned. "It's okay, I'm not dead."

"Here let me help you up." He extended his hand out for you.

You accepted it, letting him pull you up with relative ease. "Thanks."

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yes, no big deal." you gave a small smile.

"I'm Steven. Sorry again." He smiled curtly, dusting off your shoulders and back, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"It's alright, Steven." You smiled, waving it off.

"Good, for a second there I thought you broke a bone." Steven said nervously.

You smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine. But I gotta go now, it's getting late."

Steven nodded undestandingly. "Alright, take care."

You gave him a last smile before walking off, not noticing Steven looking after you like he had gotten lovestruck.

After leaving the Museum to continue your walk home, you pulled your earphones out, shoved them into your ears and listened to a medical podcast while walking.

Meanwhile Steven just finished his shift, his thoughts drifting back to you. His tired mind driving him nuts sometimes, he wished he could see you again. Marc noticed, they couldn't read eachothers mind but seeing how Steven was acting after he bumped into you, he figured it out quickly.

*Wanna see her again, Steven?*

Steven stopped infront of a store, looking at the glass to catch Marc's reflection. "Yeah. I dunno why I'm like that."

*Luckily I have an idea.*

"What is it?"

*A bad one.*

-

You, almost back home, fished your keys out as you neared your house. With your earphones still in your ears, you didn't hear the steps behind you. Just as you pulled them out and put them back in their case, a hand with a cloth came down on your mouth, followed by an arm wrapping around your body to hold you in place. You tried kicking the person into their shin, but they swiftly slung their foot around yours to stop it. A sweet smell entered your nostrils, letting you know you were about to get knocked out with Chloroform as you used to work with it in medical school. You tried to hold your breath as long as possible, while flipping your keys between two fingers and tried to stab the hand covering your mouth, you tried to take as less breaths as possible. As the keys hit the hand, a grunt could be heard and the person let go of your waist to grab your hand, giving a harsh squeeze to make you drop the keys. You felt yourself getting weak, you were about to pass out but in a last attempt, you tried catching the keys, the keyring got wrapped around your middle finger and you weakly tried hitting the person's head, but your hits were so weak, it didn't even had an effect.

You slowly slumped down, too tired to do anything else. Your body surrendered and you began blacking out.

-

Slowly, you came back to your senses, your eyes fluttering open. You felt as if gotten hit by a truck. You were laying on a bed, you took a second to look around, it looked like some sort of an apartment. In your numb state, you rolled over to the edge of the bed. Just as you moved your body weight and were about to sling your legs out, something tugged on your ankle, causing you to loose balance and land on the wooden floor. Supporting yourself on your hands and pulling back up on the bed, you looked back, seeing an ankle restraint around your foot.

"Shit..." you groaned, sitting up to try and remove it. Either you couldn't figure out on how to unlock restraints or you were simply too lightheaded, you just couldn't get that damn thing off.

"Stupid little-"

Suddenly you heard a sound coming from the door, you snapped your head towards it, seeing it open. You froze, eyes wide as you saw the person entering.

It was Steven. He caught you trying to get the restraint off. "Don't know how to get it off, yeah?"

"You?! The museum guy?!"

"I'm afraid so."

"Did I vandalize the toilet or why did you kidnap me?"

"No- no.. it's uh, it's a bit more complicated.."

"You're going to kill me...?"

Steven frowned. "What? Why are you saying that, no one is going to murder you."

"Well, I thought I would die when you were knocking me out!"

"You were putting up a bit of a fight.."

"Yeah because people don't run around kidnapping people like they're some fucking serial killer!"

"You're in shock, try calming down, I'll get you some cold water." Steven made his way to the kitchen, returning to you with iced water.

"Here, drink this, it will help you calm down."

Hesistantly, you reached out taking the glass, getting some sips.

"You should try getting some sleep." Steven said gently, taking your glass and putting it on the nightstand.

"Can you atleast remove the restraint please?"

Steven nodded. "Fine, but don't try anything." he warned softly before releasing your ankle from the restraint.

"Thanks." You smiled before laying back down on the bed. Steven pulled the covers over your shoulders, tucking you in gently.

As soon as he goes to sleep you'll make your move.

"Get some sleep, we will talk more in the morning. If y' need somethin', just call out for me." Steven smiled, patting your head.

With that, Steven retreated into his room, leaving you to catch some sleep.

While you laid there, your hands went to your pockets for your phone but it has been snatched from you. Out of pure curiosity, you opened the nightstand drawer in hopes of finding your phone. Nothing.

To make sure Steven would go to sleep, you waited couple of minutes. Slowly, you sat up on the bed, looking around one last time before getting up, you spotted your shoes beside the bed, slipped them on and carefully tiptoed to the door. Your instincts were screaming at you to just make a run for it. But instead, you chose the safe way, making your way slowly to the door. You noticed Steven didn't lock the door, only used the small chain. You shoved it open and carefully pulled the door handle down, praying it won't be locked.

Luckily, the door was unlocked. Pushing the door open you realized how easy it was for you to get out, almost too easy. Taking a look out, you saw some other apartments. You must be in an apartment building. You tiptoed out, pushing your luck and knocking on the last door at the floor. Knocking softly three times, the door didn't open.

You sighed, and made your way to the elevator but still trying to keep your guard up.

Inside the elevator you pressed the button to the first floor, waiting for it to descent.

Finally arrived, the doors opened. You stepped out and quickly rushed out of the building. Looking around you couldn't made out where you are, and the darkness made it worse. Without your phone you had trouble to find your way home, but you started walking down the sideway, hoping to find some help.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, you finally spotted someone, a man walking opposite from your side. Without thinking you ran over to him.

"Hey! I need help!"

The man turned to you, confused. "Miss? You okay?"

"I've been kidnapped! He took my phone, can you call the police?" You were a bit panicing.

"Absolutely, stay close to me." The man assured, leading you into a nearby alleyway for cover. As the man pulled his phone out, you looked around frantically.

In the corner of your eyes, you noticed a shadow, followed by two white glowing dots in the distance. That got your attention, you saw someone in a white bandage-like suit, two white glowing dots were covering the eyes and the person had a bandage mask. You could see him raising his arm as if ready to throw something.

"Hey! Watch out!" You warned the man as something very fast whipped past you, slicing your savior's shoulder, making him drop his phone.

Looking back, you flinched as you saw the bandage man came running towards you. You jumped out of his way, but he wasn't going for you, he was aiming for the poor man who just wanted to save you.

The guy in the costume grabbed the man by his throat with one hand, lifting him up and slowly pulling him close.

You took some steps back but you didn't want someone innocent get hurt just because you got kidnapped. So you tried acting up.

"Hey! Let him go! You're after me huh? Then come and get me!"

The guy in the costume looked at you with his white glowing eyes before turning back to your savior, speaking to him in a deep growl.

"She. Belongs. To us."

With that he swiftly threw the poor man on some trash bags next to him and turning to face you.

You wasted no time, picking up a pipe on the ground and ran as fast as you could. The steps behind you were getting louder and louder with each step. Stopping quickly and turning around, you got into an defence stance with the pipe, ready to beat the shit out of him if you had too.

But the guy simply reached for his chest, pulling another dart out. You squeezed your eyes shut as he threw the dart at you, but it didn't hit you, it just sliced the pipe you had in two.

He made his way to you, causing you to drop the remains in your hand.

"Whoa, wait." You stepped back, raising your hands in surrender but as he reached you he simply ducked down, slung an arm around your legs and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" You hit the back of his head with your palm but that guy didn't even react to it, he ignored your protests.

"Stop struggling if you want the easy way. Try me and it's gonna be the worse way." He threatened.

You just gave up, letting him carry you back to the apartment you tried to escape. Back inside, he bent and dropped you off on the bed. "Now you better behave or all four limbs will get restrained."

"Who are you? The bodyguard of Steven?"

"Something like that."

He went to the room you saw Steven going in earlier and soon after, Steven came out.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, half disappointed, half concerned.

"I have a life if you haven't noticed."

Steven sighed. "We will take care of you now, no need for anything else."

"I am attending medical school."

He gave a nod. "You don't need to go there anymore. We just sign you off."

"Are you fucking serious? No, I love it there, I love studying medicine."

"I can understand that, I have something similar, but for now, you won't go there."

You let out a sigh, which almost sounded like a whine.

Steven's expression softened. "Look, you go to sleep now, you had a rough day, and we talk more in the morning."

"Fine."

"And please don't try to escape again or else he will hunt you down again and you won't like it." Steven gave a soft warning glance before he went back to his room.

You sighed, getting under the covers. Your mind was racing with thoughts but eventually, you fell into a deep sleep.

A good few hours later you felt more relaxed, wondering if you just had the most fucked up fever dream, and when your eyes opened, confirming this was not a dream, you rubbed your face, letting out an defeated groan.

Looking for a clock, you spotted one hanging on the wall, it was the time where you should already be at the medical school. You grumbled, sitting up, your eyes landing on a fish tank where a single goldfish was swimming around. Padding over to him, making sure to stay silent as if to not trigger the white mummy man to appear out of nowhere again.

"Hi fishy, you hungry?" Reaching for the fish food, you poured some into it, watching as he munched them down.

A sound came from within Steven's room, causing you to tense up. The door opened, he stepped out, yawning softly and rubbing his eyes when he spotted you.

"You awake already?" You noticed his voice was deeper.

"Is that your sleepy voice?" You asked curious.

"What?" He asked, sounding like genuinely confused on why you asked that but he didn't want to stick on it, resuming his way towards the bathroom.

Hearing the water running, you sat back on the bed, waiting until he returned.

"Hey uh, can I have my phone back? Please?"

He came back, scratching the back of his hand. "Oh you want it back, hm? Sorry but we won't risk you calling the cops."

"What if I promise to not call them?"

"Why don't you tell me what you wanna do?"

"Listening to podcasts. You know, for my medical study?"

His eyebrows arched up, not buying it. "If you're going to listen to podcasts then I'm the Liberty statue."

"Come on! I'll listen with earphones!" You pouted.

"Even better." He joked, making his way to the kitchen.

To be honest, you were pissed. Really pissed. He came back a while later with a bowl of cereals, setting it down on the nightstand.

"You should eat. You say you attend medical school, so I guess they'd taught you something about the value of breakfast."

"I'll eat. But can I atleast read a book?"

"Of course, they're in that corner over there." He pointed towards the corner with a desk and shelf filled with books.

"Thanks." You nodded in satisfaction, reaching for the bowl to start eating.

"Listen, I'll be gone later for a while. You stay put, and I will consider giving you back your phone tonight, understood?"

"Deal." You agreed.

"Very good." He smiled.

You spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast and doing some quick naps in between. Shortly before afternoon came, Steven got ready to head out. His soft voice was back.

"Heyia, need something before I go?" He asked, putting his bag over his shoulder.

You sat up on the bed. "I think I'm fine, but can I leave for a quick stop at a store?" you tried pushing your luck.

"Definitely not." He scolded lightly.

"Okay. Can you get me a book? I was learning how different medicines affect the body and I wasn't finished."

Steven thought for a second, giving a warm smile. "Sure, I'll try finding one."

"Thanks." You gave a weak smile in return before he left, leaving you alone in his apartment.

A small part of you thought about trying to escape again, but you didn't wanted to get literally chased down by that mummy man. You spent the rest of the day looking through the book corner. Looks like some passion for Egypt.

Before you knew it, the day was almost over and the door opened.

"I got the book you wanted." Somehow, Steven managed to get the deep voice back.

You walked over to him. "Are you able to change your voice?" you couldn't help but ask.

He gave a puzzled expression. "Excuse me?"

"You had the same deep tone when you woke up today, then before you left your tone was light and now it's deep again."

"Oh... that's a long story."

He handed you the book, you thought that maybe this Steven had a condition.

Either way, you snatched it out of his hand, flopped down on the couch and began reading.

At one point, he sat down on the couch next to you with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Will you tell me the story?"

"You really want to hear it?"

"Yes. Really." You nodded curiously.

He took a deep breath. "Alright. I'm not Steven."

"Ah, you must be a twin then?"

He laughed softly. "Nope. I am Marc. And I have DID."

"Oh.. the condition?"

Marc nodded.

"And Steven is your other personality?"

"Yeah."

"Is he the only one?" You asked gently.

"As far as I know, yes."

"I'm sorry." You said with sincere concern.

"Nah, it's okay. Steven and I get along smoothly."

As curious as you were, your brain itched to know how Marc got the condition.

"May I ask how you got..." You paused, watching his reaction.

"Of course." He had a gentle smile.

Marc told you about his past, his childhood, how he developed DID and shared how he was the one in those white bandages and it was actually called Moon Knight.

By the end of the day, you started liking them, telling them about yourself in return. Later, as you went to bed, Steven came back to check on you.

"Hello. Marc said you're getting comfortable around us, yeah?"

"Yes." You smiled warmly.

Steven was beaming with joy. "And how's your studying?"

"Thanks for the book, I will take my time with it."

"That's good to hear, and as a reward, you'll have your phone back." He reached into his pocket and got your phone out, handing it to you.

"Thank you!" You beamed.

Steven was about to go back into his room when you stopped him. "Hey Steven? Wanna listen to podcasts with me? I can even tell you some things." you scooted back in the bed, sitting against the headboard and patted the spot next to you.

"Sounds lovely!" Steven agreed, sitting down next to you.

That night, you explained some things said in the podcasts, Steven was the most patient listener while Marc occasionally fronted to make a bit fun here and there. Halfway through, you ended up drifting off on Steven's shoulder, knowing Marc and Steven will take care of you while you could continue with studying.

[buggyjuggie]

The lin kuei trio + johnny,raiden and kung lao with a figure skating reader?⛸️

──★ ˙ ̟The Lin kuei trio + Johnny, Raiden and Kung lao x GN! Figure skating reader

「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」

* Ok i known it might seem obvious that ice powers = good at figure skating but i dont think Bi han is good at it…like at all

* I don’t know this idea is kinda funny to me he tries ,then fails, gets mad and says he’ll never do it again ( if you plead with him enough he’ll try and the cycle repeats)

* Just like with the skater headcanon he has to watch from the sidelines

* Tho as an act of service (hc: his love language) he cleans your skates, makes sure they are up to code and sharpens them.

* Like with Thomas back in they’re childhood he helps you practice by changing the ground into ice.

「 ✦ Kuai liang ✦ 」

* I would say Kua liang is decent at figure skating. Not disastrous like Bi han but also not 10/10 like Thomas

* He enjoys just skating in circles slowly while talking to you

* Just make sure to help him if he ever falls down so that he doesn’t melt the ice out of embarrassment

* He tries to attend every competition that your in but if he’s busy he leaves some flowers and a note for you

* Is the most supportive partner ever gives hugs, kisses, praises and so on after shows.

「 ✦ Smoke/Thomas ✦ 」

*As stated in Kuai liangs sections he’s a GOD at figure skating, it’s practically his secret talent

* Both of you tend to get competitive and try to out do each other

*He sometimes overdoes the spins in an effort to win against you and makes himself dizzy

* During his childhood would pleade with Bihan to turn the ground to ice so he could practice (Bi han caved but then messed with Thomas and made him fall)

* Like Kuai liang he tries to show up to every competition that your in. Even makes those supportive homemade posters

* He tends to embarrass you sometimes but it’s out of love so you can’t get mad at him.

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* If you compete in any skating competitions your trophies go next to his

* He even sometimes cleans them for you

* Is always posting pictures or videos of either you performing or practicing to his socials

* You now have stan accounts dedicated to you and your carrier thanks to him

* If he ever has to play a roll that includes figure skating your phone better NOT be on silent because your the first person he’s calling up

* Takes you ice skates and costume shopping and yes he does get you custom everything as a surprise

「 ✦ Raiden ✦ 」

* I feel like Raiden is less than average when it comes to figure skatting

* He doesn’t fall on his ass all the time but he still has to use a skating aid or hold on to you

* Like Kuai liang likes just slow skatting around the ring and talking or in silence while taking in your presence

* After competitions takes you to Madam Bo’s even if you didn’t win he still wants to show that you should still be proud of yourself

* Once your done with practice if he sees that your cold he gives you his jacket and always carries a thermos with hot tea to keep you warm.

(Oh my god this gif)

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* Tries to act like he isn’t but he’s scared

* After a bit of practice slowly starts to get the hang of things

* Once he’s good enough to be on his own first thing he learns is how to do a hockey stop just to annoy you

* Always brags to people about how cool you are and the amount of awards you’ve won

* Tried to write a message for you on ice ussing his hat but forgot that the skattes also leave marks so it just ended up being unreadable (you still appreciate the thought at least)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

And another request done ! I had so much fun with this one like my brain was filled with ideas i managed to finish this in only a day and again i really enjoys doing this one :3

[hazyange1s]

Enshrouded

Summary: (abbreviated from the ao3 version because this baby is long enough 😂) MC is an Auror seeking refuge from the arduous nature of her everyday life, and finds it in a secret wizarding club hidden in London; where she has an unforgettable encounter with a strangely familiar, masked man.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC / Reader

Warnings: EXPLICIT 18+ MINORS DNI. — p in v, oral (f and m receiving), drug/alcohol use, semi-public, anonymous, little bit rough but nothing too crazy, mentions of violence/blood (mc just really LOVES her job lmao), lots of adult language oop, aged up characters (everyone is in their early 20’s)

Word count: 7.3k

A/N: this idea came to me in a dream… nah jk it came to me while watching Bridgerton (go figure). Started writing it months ago and after much self-doubt I present baby’s first published filth 💀

read here on Ao3 🌹

It was the mystery. She had long suspected that was what kept her going back for more, time and time again.

The risk of it all was enticing too, of course, but more than anything, she loved a damn good mystery. One complex and intricate, one that took time and effort to unravel. As an Auror, well, her life was chock full of such simple delights.

Regrettably, there wasn’t much joy to be had in solving the cases slapped on her desk by the Chief Auror - any satisfaction in making an arrest was often muddied by the names of the victims left behind. So she often sought out milder (but just as potent) forms of that heady adrenaline rush in order to scratch the itch - and her absolute favorite was Reverie. Unassuming enough as names go, and the facade would lead you to think so, too: its uniform brick painted a dingy gray just like every other shopfront along the shadowed, misty cobblestone of Knockturn Alley.

If any of her coworkers found out she frequented such a spot …oh, she’d never hear the end of it. Worse than that, her Chief might even believe such behavior warranted suspension; as wanton impropriety from a well known Ministry employee would bring her morals into question. Likely, she’d get an earful about the utter shame it would bring upon the Ministry itself if she were spotted.

But that was the glorious thing about Reverie: the moment you stepped through its doors, you became somebody else.

Or, rather, no one at all.

Attendance was by invitation only; delivered anonymously while the recipient slept soundly in their bed (certainly disconcerting, but how could she complain?). No letter, just a silken black mask.

Donning the disguise allowed its wearer to see past the heavy glamor placed on the building and step inside - without being apprehended by one of the black-clad guards on watch. Yet the mask’s hidden talents didn’t end there. It was the club’s signature secret: while it was true they merely framed the eyes, each mask contained a glamor of their own that completely concealed one’s identity - whether or not someone would recognize them without it.

(You could be staring into the face of your best friend and would never know it.)

Which, incidentally, was expressly forbidden inside the club’s boundaries (one of very few rules, mind); as strict anonymity was what kept the underground facility running, despite the fact that the Ministry remained attuned to the whispers of a taboo venue boasting all manners of rampant debauchery right under their noses.

Still, the sorcery that offered Reverie protection had held true for well over five years, and its owners were more than dedicated to ensuring it was always so.

Most well-versed and connected members of English wizarding society had at least indulged in rumors of an alternative establishment hidden in the city. They traded whispers of what horrors may lurk behind those gray walls - dark magic and blatant impropriety and dangerous indulgences…

They couldn’t be more right.

The air was already thick with the tang of whiskey and rank with perspiration by the time she arrived an hour after its Friday opening. With each step she took through the meandering crowd, heels clicking on the marble floors, curling smoke in every shade imaginable wafted around the room and blissfully chased away the odor with frankincense and mallowsweet.

But she hadn’t come for the medicinals tonight, tempting as they were after a week that had left her emptier than the glasses long ago abandoned by drunken patrons. Not even a goblet of Merlot or a shot of coffee liqueur (with a splash of cream) could chase away what ailed her.

No, tonight she sought only one means of release, and needed nothing but the tension simmering in her blood as fuel for the fire driving her to desperation.

Nights at Reverie were not for the faint of heart (or stomach), nor the chaste and mild. While technically not allowed in open spaces, more than half of the attendees usually found themselves with a partner by dawn; in one of the many private back rooms or curtained-off alcoves - or dark corners, even.

After all, what did they have to lose when the strings of your identity weren’t a factor?

Usually she’d been content to let the men and women come to her, and admittedly there hadn’t been a shortage of such… entanglements in the three months since she’d received her own mask.

But the time for coy shyness and drawn out flirtation was long gone. Leaning against one of the wall-to-floor Grecian columns at the edge of the room, she simply tossed back her hair and began to scan it for potential prey.

There was a generous sample size, it was true. A tall, lithe gentleman whose hair shone like spun gold, a flawlessly curved woman with rich brown skin, a broad redhead sporting a wide grin…

No, no, and no… none of them are just right.

She huffed with restrained frustration, tapping her foot to the string music playing a haunting melody that seemed to fill every space in the curved underground.

You know there’s only one person you wanted to find here tonight.

Perhaps she’d have to lower her standards - beggars can’t be choosers, and all that.

“There you are.”

Gasping, she pressed a palm to her satin covered chest, which heaved beneath the boning of her - possibly too tight - corset at the unexpected greeting. But what truly robbed her of breath until she was penniless… oh, gods.

They’d answered her prayers after all: the man standing behind her with a luminous grin was precisely the one she’d been hoping to see.

A regular, as luck would have it. She’d spotted him in attendance more often than not, but had never had the courage to approach (mainly due to the slew of witches and wizards who got to him first).

With her attraction being largely from afar, she’d assumed that his lack of…well, anything - other than a single dance lasting no more than five minutes - had meant he was uninterested. Though the smile he wore was genuine, not like the mask framing his dark eyes, and it sparked in the dim lighting cast from candelabras around the wide room.

“Here I am…?” She quirked a brow questioningly, hand lowering to her hip. “But, er, you must be mistaken. I’m not sure I’m the person you’re looking for.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure you are.” His chuckle was somehow more musical than the quartet filling the air and more rough than smooth, but exquisitely rich - as was the material of his dark vest and the deep gray collared shirt rolled above his elbows.

“On account of the fact that I’d know that particular dress anywhere. We’ve never been properly introduced, as I recall.”

“You recall correctly.” She smiled - maybe coy was still in the cards, if only to spend more time with this handsome stranger.

“I suppose that’s frowned upon here really, so…I believe there’s a better way we could become acquainted, if you’d be amenable.”

She had to be impressed with his wanton confidence, if nothing else…though she got the sense there were many rather impressive things about him. Even more arresting was the boldness of his touch; broad hands reaching for hers to bring to his supple lips, where they lingered for a moment before releasing her gently.

Alright. He knew what he was doing.

But she had to play just a touch hard to get - if only to give him a taste of what he’d been dishing out for months (intentionally or otherwise). He’d been playing coy after their first and only real interaction; shooting her little winks and whispered hellos on random nights - only to disappear again amongst the all-black crowd without giving her a chance to respond.

Likely, he’d been going off to find some other witch or wizard for entertainment.

“I’m sorry,” she said sweetly, a knowing smile playing on her own red-painted lips. “I don’t recall meeting you at all. Your face has a similar quality to many men here, you see.”

“Ah, somehow I doubt that.” Darkness collected in his dimples (how had she not noticed them before?)

“Saturday, precisely two months ago to the day, you were dancing in my arms wearing a red dress like you have on right now.” His voice was like honey and velvet as he spoke. With each word, he seemed to get closer.

And yes, of course she remembered. She was just surprised he still did.

It’s why she’d been stuck with a ridiculous, schoolgirl infatuation for weeks now; why she’d worn red each and every night in the hopes of catching his attention once more.

The brief escapades she’d busied herself with in the meantime had done in a pinch, but there was something about him she was positively dying to unravel. Perhaps it was the spark in those deep brown eyes - like the dark liquor she favored- that spoke of depths hidden far below the playful, self-assured surface.

Or maybe it was how he smelled from mere inches away, as he was now: pine, sandalwood, and a spicy scent akin to the smoke furling around him like a haze of fog.

“You’ve got quite the memory.” She mused, unable to stop her smile from bursting into full bloom. “I suppose that does ring a bell— you trodded on my foot.”

He groaned. “I’d had a lot of whiskey that night. I’m usually much more coordinated when sober. In fact…”

His fingers slid up her wrist, moving with slow caresses up her arm and shoulder until they came to rest beneath her jaw, angling it up to align with his gaze.

“Is it too presumptuous of me to ask…if you’d let me make it up to you?”

For a moment - just a breath, she hesitated. And why? This was exactly what she’d come for tonight, and with the man she’d lusted over for ages now falling right into her lap… what sort of woman would refuse?

It was something unidentifiable, intangible. A tug on her gut. Something that flashed in the white of his smile as it caught the candlelight. Like a sense of deja vu; there one second and gone the next, leaving her with nothing but the old itch crawling beneath her flushed skin.

“Presumptuous, certainly. But not unwelcome. Everyone deserves a second chance.” She purred, squaring her shoulders and allowing him to guide her to the edge of the room with one palm flat on her lower back.

What she’d expected was to be whisked away to one of the rooms tucked away in the back; filled with four poster beds and velvet curtains and enough firelight to be a safety hazard. Instead, he brought her up to the bar, catching the attention of its immaculately suited (and masked) tender with a wave of his finger. The movement distracted her while he ordered Merlin-even-knew what. She found herself watching the way his fingers curled and wrist turned with each gesture made, his palms visibly calloused - perhaps he had seen his fair share of combat, too - and the backs of his knuckles covered in freckles.

She had to wonder what constellations might be found if she dared to uncover the rest of him.

A glint of gold caught the light, mercifully returning her attention on the smiling eyes of the man who had taken to slipping a glass of red wine between her fingers.

“Shall we toast?” He asked, tilting his chin up in the direction of the raised goblet.

“What are we toasting to?”

“To…” his lips pursed thoughtfully. (Another startlingly distracting body part.) How pink and supple they looked, and how good they would taste when stained with burgundy…

“Liberation.“

Fitting, indeed.

“Santé.” She touched her chalice to his without breaking the meeting of their eyes.

“Slainte.”

The cloying bitterness of Merlot coated her tongue, filling her stomach with warmth - a taste she hadn’t encountered for years. One she missed dearly.

“How’d you know I’d like Merlot?” She licked wine from her bottom lip.

He spoke at the same time; thick brows arched high. “You’re French?”

They laughed, the sounds winding together into a hypnotic sort of harmony.

“You first.” He inclined his head.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m simply fluent in the language.” She couldn’t give away any secrets, not even the place of her birth.

“That accent was flawless. Nobody but a native could articulate like that.”

She shook her head coyly, though not without amusement.

“Fine.” A sigh that seemed almost long-suffering stirred the smoke coiling around them. “I prefer my women with a bit of mystery, anyway. As for your question, darling…”

Oh, he was a rogue through and through. His eyes greedily swept over every inch of her gown to settle on the curves and shapes he seemed to appreciate most before he even deigned to finish.

“It’s… bold. Much like you, if you don’t think me too audacious for saying so.”

He paused to take another sip, savoring the act of licking his lips as she had moments ago, and almost smugly noting her obvious interest. “And I’ve obviously noticed you enjoy the color red, even if that part’s a bit on the nose.”

“You could say that.” Her heart fluttered traitorously into her throat. His undivided and enthusiastic attention was not only a welcome surprise, but a conflicting one. It wouldn’t do to fall for a masked man - in the end, they could never truly know each other beyond the four walls that brought them together.

Reverie. A dream - that’s all. You’ll wake up in the morning.

She straightened her shoulders, resolved and refortified. “And do you? Enjoy the color, that is?”

Her voice was low, only audible due to the minute distance between them, the man tilting his head down towards her as one finger grazed the dip of her neckline.

“What’s not to love?” He mused. “Red represents… vitality. Danger. Passion…”

Her skin prickled in the wake of the trail he drew from collar to shoulder and down her arm, and when it found her free hand, their fingers threaded together with such ease that they could have done it a thousand times before.

He could hear her heart, couldn’t he? With that amount of surety behind his stare, there was no doubt she was being read like an open book.

“That’s why we keep coming back here, isn’t it?” He was near enough now that every word was felt as a cloud of heat gracing her wine-flushed cheeks.

“Because we relish danger, and need passion like air. We all come to feel… alive.”

“Hmm. It’s almost as if you prepared that line beforehand.” She laughed.

His was such a beautiful sound, bubbling like champagne and leaving her with a warm feeling as if she’d tasted it herself.

“Let’s say I did… is it working?”

”Absolutely.”

Whatever spell had allowed them to maintain a sense of decorum shattered after that confirmation, which said so much more than was spoken aloud. The look exchanged between them was another conversation in itself; a volley of traded questions and answers that sent pure lightning skittering up her spine.

“Come with me.” He said abruptly (though not without a dutiful incline of his head; dark hair shining with veins of red in the candlelight) before tugging her away from the bar, where their drinks were hastily abandoned.

It seemed he was just as content to curse restraint, pulling her along with such haste that she tripped on her skirts (more than once) - evidently forgetting his longer legs and her tall heels as she bumped into a distracted patron that was left with a spilled drink, a scowl, and a breathless apology she didn’t quite mean.

They paused at the mouth of the corridor tucked in the back. It was lined with nothing but identical doors of deepest mahogany: some tightly shut, some cracked, and others yet wide open.

The meaning behind each was simple enough: shut meant “do not disturb”, cracked meant “listen or join, if you dare”, and wide open meant “vacant”. The wizard gave her a boyish grin as they all but stumbled to a stop in front of one that remained ajar and beckoned with soft golden light from the candles within.

“What are you waiting for?” She panted.

Without waiting on so much as a blink, her hand fisted in the crisp white of his button down, guiding him through the threshold before the slam of wood against the frame echoed in the empty chamber.

“A witch who knows what she wants, I see.” He chuckled, his hands needing no invitation to wind around her waist until their bodies molded at each curve.

“Well, you’ve been taunting me for a while, haven’t you?”

She took advantage of her hold on his clothes, forgoing the ease of simply waving her wand when she could take the opportunity to feel every inch of skin she revealed by releasing the buttons on his shirt.

Freckled - just as she’d suspected, and with a neat nest of dark hair over the swell of his pectorals that her palms begged to rest on.

“Wait, wait.” He huffed, hands coming to halt hers before they had time to slide the heavy coat from his shoulders.

“No - not wait as in stop -“ he’d seen the crease between her brows. “Wait, as in… slow down.”

”You seemed rather impatient a minute ago when you were dragging me through the place.” She said wryly.

“Impatient to get you alone, yes.” His knuckle grazed her cheek gently, reverently studying what little of her face he was able to see.

“But…” It was as transient as a ghost, at first. A phantom of touch over the swell of her lip, and then firmer as his thumb outlined the shape. “I’d very much like to kiss you first. May I?”

That he even asked such a question - let alone made his intentions to savor the night clear - was enough to poke another hole in her notions of a one-night affair. What if she couldn’t stand to never have this man again when it was over?

Well… there was always the luxury of dreams.

“Yes, of course.” She whispered.

She’d been right earlier - the taste of wine clung to the corners of his mouth, somehow even sweeter when combined with a hint of peppermint cooling the sharp breath he took the moment their lips fit together effortlessly. Her tongue sought to part them in search of the buzz that the alcohol couldn’t take credit for; finding his and groaning with delight as he melted into her.

A soft tug on her scalp announced the presence of his fingers as they threaded through strands of hair with the sole purpose of eliminating any and all space between them. Eagerly he rolled their tongues together, smearing the red painted on her lips across his chin.

They only paused to share a breath that left her dizzy. The sight of his skin stained with rouge was more beautiful than any art piece hanging on the tapestried walls - and there would be more colors adorning it by the end of the night, if she had anything to say about it.

“Now…” The brunet exhaled when they broke apart, lips brushing with each word. “Now, you can take off my clothes.”

No need to tell her twice.

His vest slumped to the floor, giving her leave to continue her work on that long trail of buttons ending at the waist of his trousers. Before long it, too, was little more than a rag at their feet. When she was privy to every square inch of his bare torso, her hands took liberties to caress the panes of his chest, marveling without shame.

“If you’ll allow me the honor, I’d like to even the score.” His voice was near a husk as he watched her intently.

No complaints arose (alright, perhaps one — when he spun her around; effectively depriving her of the ability to keep touching him) as the skilled wizard sought the eye hooks at the back of her bodice, dexterous fingers releasing each one with a snap that seemed to echo. All the while his mouth found her skin - tongue laving over her throat, teeth nipping where it met her shoulder to plant a bloom of deepest red.

“Mmm… keep doing that.” She hummed appreciatively, head lolling to the side.

“You don’t mind if I leave you a few reminders to find in the morning?” He chuckled. By then, he’d succeeded in freeing her of the constricting garment, tossing it to the carpet by the fire before he started to untie her skirt.

“Not at all.”

”Good,” another kiss, just below her ear this time. “Because I want to be able to see that it’s still there next time we meet.”

If he wasn’t careful, she’d start to think he already had plans to do this again.

She didn’t wait for him to move her this time; taking control back once she was only clad in her underthings by going for the buttons holding up his bottoms. Oddly enough, her fingers took on a tremulous quality - one she’d rarely (if ever) experienced in an intimate moment since her very first.

He seemed to adopt a similar growing impatience that made him forgo the back and forth to slip the sleeves of her chemise down, guiding the garment over her figure.

”Gods, you’re a vision.” He groaned and reached for the curve of her waist, feeling out the shape only to travel upwards until he could cup a breast in each hand, thumbs teasing the peaks hardened against the air.

Even as she shivered when he leaned down to bestow a kiss on either one, she managed to get him out of everything but the long undergarments concealing that which she craved most. But when she went for them, he stopped her yet again - catching her wrist only to sweep the startled witch into his awaiting arms with a self-satisfied grin.

The mattress depressed beneath her weight, bouncing back as she blew away a stray lock of hair to look up at him. Watching the way his arms — corded with thick veins — flexed and his eyes narrowed. With barely concealed impatience he climbed onto the bed and wrapped his hands around her thighs.

“Quite the man handler, you are.” She giggled once he’d yanked her towards him so her legs fell open on either side of his knees.

That drew the attention of his wandering eyes.

“Somehow I doubt that was a complaint.” His mouth quirked in earnest. ”Nor do I envision you’ll have any after I’m done with you.”

He began to toy with the idea of removing her drawers - the last thing preventing her from losing her mind, potentially - by sliding his fingers beneath their frilly hems, nails prickling the skin of her thighs as they scratched up and down in a taunting rhythm.

“Tell me something about yourself,” he whispered out of the clear blue. “Anything. The only things I know about you are that you’re French, love the color red and Merlot… oh, and you’re a much better dancer than me.”

Sharing random factoids wasn’t necessarily the foreplay she’d been expecting, nor the kind she was used to, but she couldn’t say she minded when his voice alone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Uhmm…” She had to think of something vague; a throwaway tidbit useless to anyone else.

While he watched, waited with wide and patient eyes, she sighed, “I can’t go a day without coffee. Never quite developed a taste for tea. And I drink it with three sugars.”

He blinked twice in quick succession. All the while he had yet to stop playing with the edges of her knickers, though he gradually let one hand inch up her covered thigh, as if testing the waters. But, she wondered… what was there to test? He had been so self-assured outside this room, yet now there was a hint of nerves beneath the cool exterior.

”So dark and sweet is the way you like it, huh?” He simply couldn’t help himself, it seemed.

The smirk she donned was enough of an answer. “Tell me something about you, then.”

”Me… well.” His mouth quirked before he shifted on the bed - lying on his stomach to greet the center of hers with a kiss. Then each of her hips with a gentle nip.“I love to read. Anything I can get my hands on, really. Fiction, nonfiction, magical and otherwise… I’ll devour it all.”

A slight pinch followed by the softness of his lips alerted her to another cluster of marks he began working onto her lower stomach, covering as much ground as he could on her thighs. His breath, heating her core as it came in little pants, was beginning to become a significant problem - one made her feel warm and heavy. Like sinking into a hot bath, if it were near-boiling.

“In fact, if I had to pick my favorite place in the world, it would be sitting in front of a fire with a good book.” His fingertip ever so slightly grazed the inner curve of her thigh.

“A man of charm and intelligence…how ever did I get so fortunate?”

He chuckled at her teasing lilt, the sound tickling her sensitive skin while he began to make way for the kisses left up the length of her thigh — bunching her drawers up until his fingers just brushed the soft nest of curls at the top.

“Although right now I have to say; I’m very much enjoying this spot, as well.” The wicked man smiled up at her.

“Well, if you’re waiting for an invitation, you’ve got it.” She tried to sound casual about it all, but truth be told, she was fighting every urge to rip his underwear off and throw him onto the bed herself like some sort of madwoman.

He might make her into one before the sun rose, anyway.

She was sure of it when he began pressing tortuously chaste kisses to her other thigh, and when his fingers slid lower to deliver a gentle stroke down the center of her slit had her shuddering with anticipation.

“And how long have you been this wet, love?” His deep rasp was muffled by the fabric of her underwear.

She chuckled. “Hmm…since the moment you took me to the bar, probably.”

He sat up with a distinctly prideful grin, slipping the soft cotton undergarments down her legs, his eyes alight as he settled back between them.

She could almost see the words hanging off his lips as he gazed up at her (that sight was enough to make her hips shift needily), but for whatever reason, they weren’t cut loose. No, he busied his mouth with far more important pursuits. After pausing briefly to indulge his eyes in an appreciative sweep of her naked body, he at last found the perfect spot to make her whine (and on the first try, too) with naught but a languorous sweep of his tongue.

It wasn’t nearly enough to quell any bit of the ache driving her into inevitable madness, but he showed her mercy by flattening the wet muscle against her folds and following a slow trail up until the tip of it lightly flicked her clit.

“Oh, please do that again.” She pleaded (had she been reduced to begging so quickly?), one hand inching towards her breast — seeking any more stimulation she could find — as the other slid through the silken waves atop his head.

He obliged. But with more pressure this time, and so, so slow, observing her reaction as if she were the most scintillating thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

It really was something about those eyes. With such unfairly long lashes that fanned over russet cheeks, and the way the candlelight flickering off the walls would touch them just so to light the near-black irises with a rich gold. His lips stretched against her skin, noticing her attention and giving her an approving hum that was met by the push of her hips towards his tongue.

“Mmmph —“ he grunted when her thighs pressed to his ears, entrapping him between them greedily. “Like that, do you?”

Her answering moan earned another grin followed by a gentle suck on her clit that only brought out another breathy, low sound.

“But gods, you taste so sweet…decadent, just as I’d said.”

Merlin, his voice…the way it rumbled with barely contained desire and pulled obscenities from her own throat was sinful.

Drowning in sin didn’t seem such a bad way to go, at present.

The possibility became reality once he re-added a finger to the mix; curling it beneath his tongue to trace the folds before sinking gradually into her awaiting heat.

“Oh, f—“

One of her own fingers rolled her nipple atop the breast she’d been playing with as she shivered. If he kept this up much longer, she would surely come undone right on his tongue; wrapped around that rough digit gliding in and out of her as it stroked her upper walls.

But that didn’t feel right. As wonderful as the softness of his lips enclosing around her clit was, she couldn’t imagine a proper substitute for the stretch his cock would provide instead.

“I need…” she had been about to voice her request when the tip of his tongue prodded her entrance. Both of her hands now gripped his auburn waves like they were keeping her tethered to earth, legs trembling with the effort to fight off the warmth swelling in her core.

“Need what?” He took an eager breath in, only to release it through pursed lips over the throbbing bud he seemed to adore. “I want to hear it loud and clear, lovely.”

An impatient groan parted her bitten lips. “I need more. I need you inside me when you make me come.”

“There you go. Gods, you sound so pretty when you ask to be fucked…” It took one last excruciating pump of his finger inside of her before he withdrew to push himself up onto his knees with a mess of her own making shining on his clean-shaven chin.

“First, though…” The finger coated with her fluids was sucked between his reddened lips. When it was pulled out with a slick, slow draw, he crooked it in her direction. “Come here. I want you to get a little taste, too.”

Don’t mind if I do.

On trembling hands she raised herself up on wobbly knees pressed into the soft mattress, sucking in a breath when she curled her fingers over the band of his underwear and waited for approval.

“Don’t be shy.” He coaxed gently.

It was difficult not to be at least a little intimidated by the proud shape outlined through his bottoms (and leaving a very telltale wet spot in the light fabric), but she pushed past it with a firm swallow.

Her breath whooshed out without prompting as she rolled them over his hips and the rather shapely swell of his backside. And, as it had before taking a sip of the wine he’d offered earlier, her mouth watered when she was rewarded with the view of his cock as it twitched at the first rush of air over the leaking tip.

Personally, she wasn’t much of an artist. She preferred a wand to a brush and blood over red paint, but there was something about him that begged to be immortalized on canvas. How satisfying it would be to perfectly capture the artful tapering from wide shoulders to a slimmer waist, or even to carve from marble the thickness of his thighs.

She doubted it would do him justice.

“Are you going to paint a portrait?” He teased, as if ripping those very thoughts from her mind.

“Just might. And could you blame me?” She answered with a bite of her lip. But there was too much bloody talk going on. In the spirit of action, she lowered her mouth to meet the curve of his hipbone and began marking a wet trail downwards.

The light scrape of his fingernail over her cheekbone made her lashes flutter as he tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear, his breathing growing more labored when her palm slipped over the softness of his length — only to fold her fingers around it with gentle pressure. By the time she brushed her lips over the head — then her tongue to collect the salty fluid now leaking down the shaft — he was keening under his breath.

“Mmhmm…keep going, please.” he murmured.

As if she would stop. On the contrary, she wrapped her mouth around him, making a circle around the ridge of his cockhead with the tip of her tongue only to trace the length of him by following a thick vein. He was thick — stretching her lips wide when she took him in inch by inch, allowing him to prod the back of her throat to moisten her mouth.

“Just like that. You’re doing brilliantly, love; just perfect.” He said breathlessly, scraping her hair back into a haphazard updo with a broad hand.

Spurred on by the praise, she hollowed her cheeks for a better seal, dragged her mouth along his shaft until he rewarded her with a broken, guttural moan. She kept it up until finding a rhythm that his hips desperately pushed forward to match.

“I won’t… fuck, you’re going to make me embarrass myself…” he chuckled weakly.

Well that wouldn’t do at all. As much as the idea of swallowing his seed enticed her, there was a far better option in her mind. Which is why, despite his immediate protest in the form of a low grunt and a harsh tug on her hair, she gave one last slow lick before pulling away.

The increasingly flustered wizard tracked her movements with lust-glazed eyes. “I was hoping to drag this out, but I think you’re proper ready for me, aren’t you?”

Her enthusiastic nod spurred a laugh as he unfolded her legs from beneath her, wasting no time in hooking one around his hips and propping the other up to rest on his shoulder. The view was… magnificent, and he seemed to agree as his tongue darted out to taste her essence on his lips.

She’d expected another round of teasing. How relieved she was when instead, the blunt head of his cock parted her readily, sweeping through the slickness there with a stuttered, needy groan.

And just when she was about to insist —

A gasp tore through her dry throat as he pushed himself inside of her with little resistance. She was suddenly so full; though it wasn’t until he was fully sheathed that she let out a long, breathy sigh.

“Good? You alright?” He murmured, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing circles on the inside of her thighs. When she nodded, his mouth curled into a smile that she felt amidst the kisses left along her calf.

Oh, it was more than good — by the time he dragged his length out just to drive himself forward again, she was positively keening for more; her hands blindly reaching for some part to grab and managing to splay them flat on his lower back to force him deeper. He could hardly fight her, and it seemed like he didn’t want to anyway. The wizard’s eyes had grown hooded with lust, those sumptuous lips parting to make way for a moan that sent a shock down her spine. Her own eyes fluttered shut as he began to glide in and out of her in languid, practiced thrusts.

“Mm mmm,” he hummed chastingly. “I’d like to see those pretty eyes.”

His boldness — so wildly sexy.

Looking at him was almost a taboo in itself. Nine times out of then, her trysts had involved a lot of pleasure-filled sounds and heavy breathing; but conversation? Not so much. Some people didn’t even like to be kissed — and others found a prolonged gaze entirely too intimate.

This man didn’t just fuck. It was a different experience altogether, and it was bloody incredible. So, like the hopelessly besotted witch she was, she met his gaze and responded with a wanton moan at the sight of his head thrown back in pleasure while his hips made wide circles against hers.

“Gods, you fit like a glove,” his body shuddered with a stuttered exhale. “Feel so good…”

She canted her hips up to meet his in protest of his lazy pace, earning a broken chuckle before being rewarded with the head of his cock roughly probing her to its absolute limit.

“Godric…” she whined pathetically. “Again — right there.”

“Is Godric Gryffindor the one providing your pleasure right now?” He mocked. “No, I don’t think so.”

”Well, then tell me your name, and I’ll scream it as much as you want.”

Locks of mussed hair fell over his forehead as the man shook his head, ignoring her small pout, but soothing the disappointment by giving her something else she’d wanted.

Again, he speared himself nice and deep. And again; and again, until her nails were carving crescents into the muscle of his back and he was whispering streams of filth into her ears between husky groans. Just when she was about to warn him of her rapidly approaching release, he had to go and stop — worst of all, he dragged his length out of her.

“You must be joking,” she panted.

A wicked grin told her she was in for it, and her thighs squeezed together in anticipation as he twirled his finger midair. “Oh, we’re not done. Sit up for me, love, and turn around. That’s it… now put your hands on the headboard.”

When her fingers curled around the solid chunk of wood, the bed dipped and creaked as he came up behind her, chest to spine and fingers curling over hers.

“Make sure you’re holding on tight.” Without warning, he ripped a sharp cry from her throat by driving back into her lonely heat until his hip bones dug into her ass and she swore she could see the night sky in that very room.

“Buggering hell —“ she blurted. This new angle was sure to be the end of her, and he was well aware of it from the delighted chuckle he huffed in her ear.

”You’ve got such a mouth on you for a lady… damned if I don’t love it.” The wizard panted with pride.

He wasn’t taking it easy on her any longer. The sheer force of his thrusts was enough to rock the bed frame against the wall; the thuds as the headboard struck exposed brick likely heard by everyone in the surrounding rooms (not that she had any room to care in her sex addled brain). It was enough to wring every last coherent thought from her, rendering her a shaking, mewling mess and unable to do anything but meet each snap of his hips with her own — while holding on for dear life.

“Oh, yes…” he was on his way to leaving bruises on her hip from the force of his steadying grip, but the sparks of pain only led her to greater pleasure.

Well-attuned to the signs of her mounting release as it threatened to overwhelm her for the third time, he released her hand to reach around and find her clit, abandoning the precision and prowess from before. Those dexterous fingers worked tirelessly, and coupled with the uneven little pants warming her neck between his kisses…

“I know you’re close, love,” he shuddered. “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.”

He threw every last bit of his energy into shoving her over the edge; and as his cock prodded that spot inside of her once more, she gave in and fell apart under his hands. Every unbridled, broken sound that tumbled out as she rode through her orgasm was met with an encouraging whimper from the wizard. Just when the last bit of pleasure was wrung from her body, he pulled out with a groan, releasing ropes of warm seed over her backside and spine.

There he rested for a moment. While he caught his breath, the man’s hands traced the shape of her body, slipping in the essence coating her with a proud chuckle. “Evanesco.” he murmured, restoring her skin to its unmarred state.

“Are you…” he gulped in a lungful of sex-scented air. “Are you alright?”

“Brilliant.” She panted, letting go of the headboard to turn and rest her back against it instead. “You?”

It was an understatement, really: all that stress pounding between her temples and tension in her shoulders had disappeared. She felt spectacular.

“Never better.”

He sank back to his knees, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair as he admired her with a lazy grin. How she wished she could peel the satin from his cheeks to see that smile reach his dark eyes…

“Only wanted to make sure. You were getting quite loud.” The question seemed more taunt than anything.

Walking might prove difficult for the next couple of hours (at the least), and her hair was likely in a right state (along with her marked-up skin), but none of that mattered when the lingering rush instilled her with a rare lightness.

“Is that a complaint?”

“Not at all. I was very much enjoying the sounds you made. Means I did my job well.”

She gave him a playful eye roll, rolling onto her side with the intention of returning to the solace of his arms before she realized — pillow talk and cuddling were sort of an unspoken faux pas when it came to casual encounters. Usually, her or her partners would leave the bed before the sweat had dried on their skin, and for once the expectation felt…lonely.

It truly struck her when he cleared his throat a moment later, gingerly untangling their weakened limbs to climb out of the bed seeking the various items of clothing discarded across the room.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, eyes darting to her before he located his pants. “Water, food..? Anything.”

Though appreciative, she waved his offer away with a quiet laugh. “I’ll be just fine. Though I’m sure I’ll need a hot bath at home.”

Sitting idly in bed while he already had a foot out the door picked at her pride, and so the Auror dragged herself out of it on trembling fawn’s legs. She managed to locate her underthings and slip them on before plucking her gown up from the floor.

“Oh,” a flash of gold caught her eye, and she bent to retrieve his trousers — as well as the shiny pocket watch that had evidently fallen out while they were distracted earlier. “Here, you don’t want to lose this.”

He was dragging his shirt over his bed head when she walked over to return it. She couldn’t help but admire the piece’s subtle artistry; the metal so perfectly preserved with intricate curling ivy etched into the rim of the case. Such a unique design…

So unique that she could easily recall seeing one just like it before.

And it, too, had been monogrammed with the letter S.

If he hadn’t snatched the watch out of her hand before the shock hit, she might have dropped and broken one of the last artifacts of the Sallow family.

Merlin, the irony of her asking for his name to say it in bed when she wanted to scream it in outrage now. And of course he had the audacity to take a step towards her, to soften his wide brown eyes (how had she looked into them and not known) and adopt an innocent frown; the one he had always used before begging for forgiveness.

She took a step back in turn and fixed him with a look that could have frozen the fire in the hearth. It was enough to confirm for him exactly what conclusion she’d reached.

“Blast it all, it is you.” He breathed.

“Sebastian?”

[wololo-01]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS. WATER!!!!

Yayyyy!!!! It finally here!! It my girl birthday!!! I'm so happy to finally celebrate Mrs. Water birthday <3

But actually that's not all I really want to celebrate and say.....

Oh boi ok long LOOOONG texts above ( there is Also some swearing so be warned too :'b) ↓

(also sorry for interrupting any of you guys!! For the people I tag, you all can just read the part I mentioned you and then skip all the rest!! <3)

*sigh* ok, I'm not going to lie here, since the last 3 years here in this community, it never crossed my mind that I would meet people as incredible, funny, creative and majestic as everyone here,And I'll tell you the truth, this fandom changed me a lot, I didn't imagine this would happen but look, this actually happened hahaha!! XD

To be honest, I had a lot of problems last year and this year too, a lot of shit happened to me and that really discouraged me in a lot of things,I had problems with my self-esteem again and wanted to give up trying anything and life as well I felt useless on several days but you guys, you all cheered me up so much!! I never had the courage to tell you this but if it weren't because of you all I really don't know what I would do :') everything was like: "No one will ever like my style" - BANG! Them find my style cool. "I made this drawing but I don't really think someone will-” BANG! People actually like it a lot “i made this fanart for them but what if then-” BANG! them like it a lot! I'm so happy! :'D

sorry, sorry kakskaak buuut also, There is actually some special people who I want to thank a lot, they are people who of all inspired me to continue and made me so happy:

@bluetorchsky & @androidcharles

YOU TWO.

Since the first time when I moved in to tumblr again to post my thsc art in a old account, I was scared to death that maybe there was no person who knew this game here and my style back then...jesus Christ"; _;, I was really about to gave up until BOOM!! suddenly you both show up in my notifications and I saw the reblog and read the nice tags you guys leave it AND- *slam table* AHHHHHHHHH/p YOU TWO LITERALLY ARE SOOO FREAKING NICE AND AMAZING!!!! Not only that but your both have such extraordinary creative and talent!! You two deserve so much happiness and love!! I was too shy to say this but now damn you both deserve to hear this!!! >:}

Blue your artwork is pretty!! Pretty like the moon and stars shining high in the sky!, your writing is extremely beautiful, like music on a violin or a piano at night or the ones pretty poems Written with so much passion, your writing is extraordinary! You dedicate yourself so much and manage to make a story seem like a book that you are lucky enough to know and read!! And not only that but your ocs, violin and accordion DANG I love how well written they are so much!! They designs are so great yet sooo fabulous and they storys is very veeeery good and greats!!!. I really hope that you continue with those Masterpieces that you write and draw!!, But not only that, but you are such a kind, spectacular and divine person, I really appreciate soooooo muuuch all the things you do here, your writing is done with so much passion and your art is so unique, Don't feel sad or anything just because you can't write or draw at some point, it's totally fine and you deserve all the time but also ALLL THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION in the world! ^^)

Katiee!!! First of all WHERE DID GET SO FREAKING AMAZING IDEAS AND CREATIVE?!?!!???? I SWEAR YOU ARE AMAZING AND FUNNY!!, sometimes I envy you a little, but I also consider you one of my inspirations!!!! Your art is beautiful, beautiful like a painting of flowers or like a clean and calm river, your style is so cuteeeee Those stick people really look like marshmallows!! I so eat your art!! >:3 (kakak sorry), but seriously you are a talented person too, many people here also like you and blue!! You are neat and I glad to be able meet you and your artwork!! (Also I saw that you also writing and it one about your au, I still need to Taste this new delicious write of you 🍽️) when you did the Toppat clan week YIPPEE I GOT SO EXCITED!!! I was scary to not be able to participate but I managed!! I have so much fun drawing all those stuff!!! The prompt You put it was really good also extremely interesting!!!, and talking about something I love so much your ocs!!! Especially Amelia! She such a cuteee cinnamon roll and a adorable blueberry cake!! I love her personality and the design Ohh ESPECIALLY the hair!! Its like a fluffy blue cotton candy!! You super cool, I really appreciate all the work you do, I hope I can see more, you are a talented, funny and absolutely magnificent person!!! Don't forget this!!! >:]

@capturecharlesau & @crown-of-roses-thsc

YOU BOTH ARE MY TWO FAVORITE AU BLOG HAHSHSHAK SUCH CREATIVE, SWEET AND AMAZING PERSON YOU GUY ARE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Minnie!!, you super cool! Like really you such a cool and amazing person!! You also so sweet and kind!!! You like one of those cool kid in the school who I look like at and said "I wanna be like she!! She so awesome!! Yep, she deserves this popularity, she deserves nothing but the best for all things" In the last year, I was really down by some things that happened, but then I saw some one of the chapter you post it and BOOOM!!! Your au is what brings me back the joy!!! AAAAAA I was so hyped about your au!!! Jesus it just so DAMN WELL writing, I love the ideas you have and the characters?? NAHAHAHA THEM ALSO ARE SOOO FREAKING GREAT you manage to combine the words anguish, violence and comfort in such an incredible way! (And snicker you too do!!) Some of your chapters were thrown out at times when I really needed something to distract me, seriously you are a divinely talented person!! And other things I love about your au is Terrence, I'm still a hater of this piece of crap but I want to praise you so much about how you wrote it!! He really was such a good and badass villain/antagonist!!! God, I've even had some nightmares involving him, he really gave me the chills, The way you wrote it from start to finish was AMAZING, I swear I still love rereading it all again, to me it's like a frollo like the hunchback of Notre Dame with a bit of the personality of Clayton from Tarzan or Ursula from the little mermaid!! (Sorry they all are one of my favorite villains), Another thing I love so much are your ocs! Not only Danny but I can also say allwork and Benz!! AHHH THEM ALL ARE SUCH COOL OCS!!! I also need to say you are amazing when it comes to writing about Characters!! I really wanna know so much more about them all!!, Danny is still my favorite (he so lovely and sweet, he and you deserve the world) but either way, I thankful for you get in this fandom :') you deserve so much loveee and appreciation!! You made wanna go back in training more cartoon styles and expression because of your artstyle who is perfect!!!! I and everyone here will love to see your next works and arts!!! DON'T FORGET WHO FREAKING NICE AND AMAZING YOU ARE!!!!

Snicker!!!! (Hope it okay to call you that)) *sigh*.....

I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A MEDAL FOR THE BEST AU THAT IS BEING WRITTEN.

Wow, God, how can I put into words in English how good she is??? I won't even be able to describe it in Portuguese CUZ GODDAMN YOU HAVE SUCH A POWER TO WRITE SOMETHING SO GOOOOOD😭😭 think I can say you and have the absolutely talens of god and the creative of a Talented artist who deserves much more appreciation and great recognition!!! When you showed up I was having a few bad days but YOUR AU SUDDENLY FELL FROM THE SKY AND WAS IMMEDIATELY BLESSED TO READ SUCH THE MAGNIFICENT MASTERPIECE!!! I love sooo much the idea of ​​Ellie being Terrence daughter It such a cool and think I can say, a really original ideas (I mean about ellie being Terence daughter, not Terrence having a child "^^) I also adore so much all the personalities of each, RHM is one of my favorites, I'm also curious about his story and the others, I can't forget to talk about the villain!, AAAAAA YOUR TERRENCE IT'S SO NEAT!!! I also still his hater but you done such a good job with him gave the big vibe of two-face villain or the cocky anger issues one (idk what it the name for this one XD) but seriously? Meeen I wish I could could puch him just like rogue from jewel au from @smoresthehalloweenqueen ((Smore you also another of my inspiration and favorite artist!! >:3)) and CC!terrence, for me rogue, CC!Terrence and CoRTerrence are pretty good villains but make Blood boils so much just by seeing them but hey hey! This why I love villains you like them very much but wish them all just die soon (cc!Terrence was one Only these two are missing and I can't wait to see them all in hell ahahaha >:D) you really are spectacular, take the time you need to do the chapters, but I wanna to said that you are also my new Big inspiration!!

@00lari00

LARIIIII FINALMENTE EU TENHO UMA AMIGA BR NESSE FANDOM!!! DEUS É BOM DE DEMAAAAAAAAIS PORRA 🙌🙌

Akaskska sorry XDD but I serious!! I so happy to be the only brazillian person here in the fandom on tumblr!! It sucks sometimes not having someone who speaks the same language as you to talk :'''b but suddenly A SMOKE ARISED AND SUDDENLY FROM BEHIND, WIZARD LARI FINALLY ARRIVED!!! HOORAY!!!! Lari we can not talk to much since you busy with your school and I am a shy idiot but I need to said, HOLY SHIT YOU ARE THE MOST FUCKING COOL PERSON I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING, YOUR ART AND CREATIVITY ARE LIKE MAGIC COMING TRUTH!!! And this au you are creating??? É MUITO FODAAAAAA 😩😭🤌🤌🤌 CARALHO VEI TU TA FAZENDO UMA OBRA PRIMA ESPERO QUE VC NÃO PARE!!! É MUITO INCRÍVEL TUDO QUE VC TA FAZENDO!!! (Sorry back to English KAJSKS) I can't lie to you, I sometimes envy you, you are such a special, kind and incredible person. It's like I'm talking like the coolest maid ever and I think 'god they're so cool why they are even talking to me?, but I also see you as one of my big inspirations!! I know I will reach the same level as you in talent and art but I at least want to have some of your courage to talk to people and be good at drawing just like YOUU!!I also want you to remember that you are so wonderful and a very magnificent and awesome person!! Anyone who talk shit about you and one it's a hater because them never gonna be in the same way as you are!!! Also take all the time you need it for draw, study is also important I am here to let you know that I'm rooting for you every day!! I can see you Gonna have a bright and wonderful future, thank you for being my friend and also so being my inspiration

And now a really special one...a person who I am very very grateful...

@doodlethings

Bunnu?, omg I think I will cry (I already am since I'm writing all this) YOU. HOLY SHIT BUNNU I SWEAR HOW DARE YOU BE THE COOLEST, AMAZING, SENSATIONAL, WONDERFUL, KIND, AMAZING PERSON??? WHAT THE FUCK, I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU THE FUCKING WORLD, GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU DESEVE IT AND MORE THAN THE WORLD CAN OFFER TO YOU, In fact, how long have we been glued to each other? Type 4?? 5?? Or 6 years?? Oof time passed so quickly I lost count ;_; but well fuck it! The most important thing I want want to said is, YOU ARE SUCH DIVINE ARTIST AND WRITER!!! YOUR ART IS AS WONDERFUL AS A LIVING PAINTING A MUSE PAINTING, And this art deserves to be featured, every detail of it is so impeccable and incredible, and your writing? They are like a special, treasured book that deserves to be read, even if no one does, I will, I will appreciate your art and I will read your stories for the rest of my life, again and again and again, You are like a sunshine or flowers in the snow, you are my bestie, my favorite person in the world!! And you are my biggest inspiration to continue drawing, you have cheered me up all these years and continue to this day, you have the best sense of humor and music of all, your gave so wanna tips and help me a lot to deal with live and learn to love and appreciate more the things!! If wasn't because of you? Geez I really don't know but this doesn't matter, you are the best, intelligence and great yet sweetly and maravilinda person in this WHOOOOOLE WORLD!!! I LOVE YOU!! THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BEST FRIEND AND BE AND TALK WITH ME TO THIS DAY, I'm sorry about my horrible sense of humor, my delulu theories, lack of brain cells and Also because they heard the stupidest story I tell it ksskskajk you got a bored dumb friend :'b but I happy to be on your side until now and I can't wait to see you shine more <'3

Oh and for the people I didn't tag and said here

I'm sorry I can't tag all of you 😭😭 if tag more people here this post will be post only a few weeks later akajsj BUT DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE I DIDN'T TAG YOU GUYS IT MEAN I FINDA ANY OF YOU SO NEAT AND AMAZING!!! YOU GUYS SUPPORT AND LOVE THAT YOU ALL GAVE ME HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART!!! A LOT (almost everyone) OF YOU ARE ALSO MY INSPIRATIONS!!! YOU LOVE EVER BLOG, DRAW, THEORY, WRITINGS AND AUS THAT YOU ALL DO!!! KEEP SHINING AND GOING EVERYONE CUZ YOU GUYS ARE FABULOUS 💞💞💞 💅 I WANNA SUPPORT AND LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!! YOU GUYS DESERVE A LOOOOOOOOOOOT OF MORE THAN I CAN OFFER AND SAID DO NEVER FORGET WHO COOL AND BEAUTIFUUUUUUL YOU ALL ARE!!!! 🗣️📢

You knows? Today also is my birthday and there is It's a tradition in Brazil where, when someone has a birthday, after congratulations and lighting the candles, the person gives the first piece of cake to someone important, but all of you are important to me soooo...Since this is the internet not real life, I wanna pass several first pieces to each of you all!!!! SO GRAB ONE GUYS!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHE 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰 >:DDD

Well this all I can actually said, happy birthday again Mrs. Water and Happy birthday to me!!

Also have I got this stupid idea her ajakskdkk xb

[lonepantheress]

♡ txt binge-watching shows w/ their s/o

pairing: ot5!txt x reader

genre: LOL CRACK? fluff i guess

warnings: unserious-ness

a/n: my first try at headcanons......

Yeonjun

like Gossip Girl or PLL or something.

he seems like the kind of person to be really pissed at moments with shitty writing and you’d have to remind him that he eats it up every time.

omg, and he’d start arguments with you about hypotheticals HE MADE based on the show.

like, “y/n, what if me and you met again after 15 years and had kids but we were both single and eligible and hot. what would you do?” “yeonjun, i have no idea. it depends.” “oh, okay. you hate me then?”

he’d be so flip-floppy too. just agreeing with you to agree with you.

“omg.. she’s such a bitch. I hate her.” “I actually really like her character.” “no, yeah, me too. she’s so cool, i love her.”

then when you guys are having real-life drama, he’d get all frustrated about whatever's going on and be like, “this is just like when serena and blair had to fight with georgina.” and you’re like “yes, exactly!”

he’s sweet though, he’d side with whoever YOU’RE siding with just so you guys could have a bonding moment LOL. your faves are his faves (as far as you know..)

Soobin

ok so it is established that he is a weeb

I feel like he would turn on those animes that are like 700 eps and mostly filler and be like, “this is one of my faves!”

and then you can’t complain because he just said it’s one of his faves…

he would try to meet in the middle though and find some that you might also be into

keyword: try

he’d pull out the most obscure show on the most sketchy website with the most incorrect subtitles and be like, “no, y/n, i swear it’s super good.”

and then you give it a chance, and you ask him to explain it.

and he explains it pretty well, but when you ask again he’s getting all emotional about SOMETHING that’s going on and you’re like “???? why…”

you guys will find your fave though and it’s so sweet bc it’s something you guys really look forward to.

you won’t look at spoilers or watch ahead or anything like that. HE TAKES IT LIKE SUPER SERIOUSLY.

and then you guys will get all emotion together and it’s super cute. 

Beomgyu

RuPaul's Drag Race

or like Love Island or the Bachelor or something.

would get super invested in the drama and take sides and everything.

I feel like if you liked someone he didn’t, he would take it personally and be like “BUT WHY???”

he’d fancy himself a prediction god and try to make bets on who will win and who will end up with who.

his real talent is consistently being wrong.

like “WATCH - this time i’m right!”

and then they’re out by, like, the third episode.

or when someone has a really funny or flirty conversation, he’d point to the screen and be like, “Us,” “Omg, that’s so us…” “Why is this lowkey us?”

he’d be DEVASTATED when his faves do not succeed. 

it was clear they’d lose their challenge or whatever but he’s like “WTF????”

but would laugh in your FACE if your faves got eliminated

Taehyun

a show that really takes dedication to watch.

like Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead or Breaking Bad, or something

he would lowkey be pissed off if you watched an episode or two without him, or read spoilers online. 

but then he would accidentally spoil stuff for you and watch episodes without you so…

I could sort of see this going two different ways

he’s like super invested in it and is dead silent throughout the episode, barely looking away from the screen

or he’s watching and he’s like, “oh, she’s for sure gonna die.” and you’re like, “what? no!” and then she dies five mins later.

then he treats the end of the episode like a podcast and talks to you for like an hour about why the characters did what they did, and what you guys think is gonna happen next. 

kind of sweet cuz he would act uninterested at first and then become the most invested.

Kai

those cooking shows, but the ones where they’re really nice to each other.

like the Great British Baking Show, that show is so low pressure….

the contestants would be casually describing some incredibly complex dessert they’re making and he would go, “babe, we could definitely do that.”

no, you definitely could not!

you guys would confidently suck at making predictions, but you suck together! how cute!

“omg those are the cutest cakes ever! She has to come on top this episode!” “no, for sure. she’s been so consistently good!”

and then judging time comes and the cakes are bland, falling apart, undercooked, and burned at the same time. 

and you two are like, “oh…”

he would also suddenly turn into a baking expert, like when someone is doing their thing he would yell at the screen.

“oh my god. too much salt! NOOOO, TOO MUCH SALT!” and you need to tell him to calm tf down.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hi I really love your writing!!

I have an Adora x Fem R request in which reader is a very shy and tiny but also an incredibly talented musician (she can play guitar and sing really well) who tends to isolate herself to play alone when she’s stressed out.

She is part of the best friend squad and she has a huge crush on adora but she’s a stuttering mess around her, and adora thinks she’s adorable and teases her to see her reactions.

One day Adora finds the reader playing and singing a love song (that she wrote for Adora) alone and she’s fascinated by seeing her so confident and in her element, so when r finishes Adora compliments her and asked her who the song was dedicated to and reader freaks out but then it all ends with a confession and a kiss.

Sorry if it’s dumb, you can just ignore the request if you want😅😅

I hope you have a great day!!✨

ummm a year late and i havent wrote adora in such a long time so i am more than happy to do this for ya anon!

The Guide To Confidence (You Must Have a Guitar) | Adora x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was a long day fighting for Etheria. You and Glimmer were at each other's necks and on top of that, Catra nearly pummeled you to the ground while you were distracted. After a much-needed shower, it was time to destress and the only way you could do that was in a corner of your room with your guitar.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, She/Her Pronouns, No Use of Y/n

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

You let your tired bones and sore body sink into your oversized beanbag chair. The fuzziness of the beanbag brushed against your calloused skin. Who knew accepting Glimmer's invitation to be a part of the best friend squad in grade school would cause you to fight the world with a princess, her best friend, and an ex-Horde officer? You sure didn't.

You grabbed your guitar from the side of the beanbag. This was often the place you resided in to play guitar, so instead of putting it up where it belonged, you laid it beside your chair for an easy pickup.

With one hand wrapped around its neck and the other around the belly, you warmed up by plucking and strumming the six-string instrument.

When you first started playing guitar, you didn't care to warm up. But as your skill advanced and your days were filled with fighting the enemy, you found that warming up was a great way to remind your body of your skill and to unwind faster.

As you pluck, strumemed, and occasionally tuned your intrustment to make sure you had the right sound, an idea popped into your head: Hey, why not flip through my songbook and sing the first one I land on?

It's been awhile since you sang a song from your book. Hell, it's been even longer since you wrote a song, but it would be fun to reflect back onto your memories.

After fifteen minutes of searching for the blue journal, you finally found it, sat back in your beanbag, and flipped through. The song you landed was a newer one. One you wrote maybe a couple of weeks ago.

You plopped the book open and onto the floor before strumming and singing along to the lyrics.

-

Oh, man. Adora whined as she scrubbed a towel on her head. The princess had just come from the showers where she needed not one, but three servants and guards to help get the gunk and goo out of her hair.

When did Catra have the time to curate a sticky slime that hardens just moments after it attacks its victim, Adora didn't know but dang, it's as effective as it is annoying.

Only in her leggings, top, and socks, Adora shuffled her feet down the hall. She continued to scrub and whine. Although her helpers did a superb job of getting the slime out of her hair, Adora felt as if it was still there and buzzing on her scalp.

Oh, no... what if Catra put a tracking device into it?! What if she's tracking me right now and planning her attack?! What if-- oh! What is that sound?

Adora's steps softened as she tiptoed up to your open room door. You were shy when it came to Adora, which first upset her seeing how you interact with Bow and Glimmer, but after careful observation, she figured it was because you had a crush on her.

At least, that was what she thought. She could be wrong, she tends to be egotistical sometimes, but you were always stuttering around her and looking up at her with those doe eyes of yours.

Adora wanted to squeeze you, wrap her arms around you, and twirl you around like her own personal doll. She even referred to you as her doll when talking to other people.

After figuring out, or blinding wishing, about your crush on her, Adora teased you a lot. She called you cute and adorable, got really close to you when she didn't have to be, and smirked down at you a lot all to see your flustered face and to hear your stutters.

Honestly, Adora didn't have to do anything to get you to stutter. You stuttered on your own around her. It kinda boosted her ego, just a little bit.

Because she's rarely heard you not stutter, she was amazed to hear how powerful and bold your voice is when it came to singing.

You're taking ownership of your musical talent with confident strums and notes. You're loud, but not too loud to annoy. Just loud enough to own the stage, as if you were on one.

Adora peeked her head inside of your room to see you engulfed by your beanbag and guitar. Your small fingers moved expertly on the frets of the guitar and the part by the hole. Adora never knew what that part was called. Does that part even have a name? Adora made a note to ask you about it later.

Obviously, the song meant something to you. You were singing with emotion and passion. It was similar to how you fought sometimes. You're strong and precise in your fighting style and you're just as strong and precise here too. It was like you made sure to go above and beyond in certain parts of the song.

Adora didn't know what came over her when you finished the song. All she knew was one second she was peeking her head into your room to be nosey and the next she was standing in the middle of your room clapping and cheering.

"Whoa!" she giggled. She continued to clap despite your efforts to shush her or usher her out of the room. "You're really good at singing and playing the guitar! Who would've known?" she continued to giggle and laugh.

Your heart was in your stomach when she clapped you out of your music trance. Your eyes must've been closed because you didn't even notice her come in. Let's just hope she wasn't listening too closely to the song.

"Th-Thank you! Goodnight now, Adora!" you exclaim, pushing her on her back. Adora wasn't moving at all. Maybe it was her stubbornness or maybe she was just stronger than you thought, but your pushes didn't even make her budge.

She was wearing socks! She should be sliding around the tiled floor like soft butter on a hot roll!

"Oh, wait now," Adora laughed. She turned around to face you and grabbed your hands. "You have to tell me what song that is! It's so beautiful and your guitar playing literally touched my soul. I didn't even know that was possible until right now."

Her childlike wonder about your song made it very hard for you to kick her out of your room. Who could say no to those blue eyes and blonde hair that just goes past her shoulders?

With a sigh, you look to the floor. "I... m-made it," you told her at a barely audible volume.

Adora's eyes bulged out of her head, and her jaw sank to the floor. "You made that?" she exclaimed. "No way! So, like, if you made that song which was obviously a love song, who was that song about?"

Despite having a hunch on who your crush is, Adora was still oblivious to the fact that was song was about her.

Come on, Adora. The song was literally an acrostic, (a name poem), about you!

"Uh," you stammered over your words. Your gaze was no longer on your floor but instead dashing to every nook and cranny of your room. You would look at anything, literally anything, to avoid her gaze right now.

With every movement of your eyes, Adora moved her head to meet your gaze. Maybe your stare would somehow reveal who the song was about. Perfuma? Entrapta? Oh! Maybe it was Glimmer! Or Bow?

"Come on," she whined. She squeezed your hands. Oh, yeah. You're still holding hands, by the way. "Can you tell me? I won't tell a soul. Shera's honor."

You met her gaze with a heavy sigh. You didn't believe that she wouldn't tell a soul; Adora can't keep a secret to save her life but those puppy eyes and pout were very convincing.

Adora could feel it. She could feel that you were about to spill her guts to her and it's all because she's holding your hands and pleading like a kid in a sword shop-- oh, update that phrase. Glimmer told Adora the right phrase was a kid in a candy shop. Not sword. (Thanks, Horde).

"The s-song may or may not be ab-about–" Oh, come on. You're so close! Just one more syllable. "you?"

Adora hummed. She took her hands out of yours and stroked her chin. Her? The song was about her? Meaning you actually do have a crush on her and she wasn't being delusional. Her lesbian crush on you was reciprocated and you liked her so badly that you had to write a song about her.

While her mind was spinning with different ways how to tease you about this, you stood in front of her sweating bullets. Did she not like that you wrote about her? What if your gaydar was wrong and she actually wasn't into girls? One, that would be a total loss for the gays and theys and two, would that mean the best friend squad finally had a straight person in the friend group? Interesting.

Moments of silence later and Adora was still stroking her chin with an unrecognizable look of her face. Sweating out your armpits and soon the back of your shirt, you decided you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable!" you yelped to her. Adora murmured a "huh?" but you were too in your own world to hear it. "If you want me to destroy the song, I will! I-I'll take the book, rip-rip the pages out, and then throw it in-into the dumpster and light it on fire! I swear! I'd do that!"

Your tangent of accidentally offending Adora and destroying your song threw Adora for a loop. Why would she be upset? Why would she want you to destroy the song?

Adora hasn't heard much music in her life, but your song was the best thing she's ever heard. Destroying that would deny the world of art and Adora was one for the arts.

The blonde tried calling your name and speaking to you to snap you out of your tangent, but you were in too deep, nothing would be able to pull you out.

Out of words to say to get you out of it, Adora took matters into her own hands. Literally. She cupped your warm cheeks and pulled you in close to her body.

Your breath hitched and shook as she caught you by surprise. Her breath was warm yet cool, thanks to the minty freshness of her toothpaste and mouthwash. She was a winter mint person. You took note of that.

Just centimeters apart and your eyes staring into each other's, you were surprised you were the first one to speak. "Why'd y-you do that?"

Adora shrugged. Her eyes danced between yours. "I don't know," she whispered. "I just need a way to shut you up." You went to pout, but the sound of Adora's chuckle stopped you from doing so. "No, I don't mean it like that. I mean that I want to tell you something but in order for you to hear what I gotta say, you gotta stop talking first. You think you can do that for me?"

No words came out of your mouth as you hummed and nodded.

Adora smiled endearingly, her eyes slimming and her cheeks puffing up. "I like you too," she whispered. "Have for a while. I like the song and I'm not offended or weirded out or even grossed out by you writing about me. I think it's cute. You put what you want to say into a song. You're in touch with your emotions and music and I think that's beautiful."

Were you dreaming? You had to be. Your biggest crush of all time had your face in her hands and was telling you that she had a crush on you. You! The stuttering girl who could only say what she wanted through song. She liked you. She really liked you.

"If... If you like me... then why didn't you kiss me?"

"Huh?" a soft chuckle escaped past her lips.

"I mean, if you like me, you should've kissed me to get me to stop talking. Not just grab my face."

Adora smirked, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, yeah? Is that how this is supposed to go?" You gave her a little chuckle and nod. "Okay, well, if you must know, I didn't kiss you because I wasn't even sure if you wanted to be kissed by me. You know, consent?"

You grinned. You put your hands on top of hers. "If kissing me is the only way to shut me up, then you have the consent to shut me up anytime."

Adora's smirk only grew. Her blue eyes shined and sparkled in the lighting of your room. The moment she's been dreaming of ever since she laid her eyes on you was finally coming true.

She leaned in and you met her in the middle to have your lips touch. Both lips were soft on each other. While hers tasted like mint, she thought yours tasted like caramel. You were always sneaking into the kitchen to get late-night candies.

A day that was full of fighting and disputes ended with a night full of songs and confessions.

WC: 2,002

[fimmiest]

I would - huh yunjin x fem!reader

sypnosy: "i’m sorry" why was that so hard to say back then? Now, no matter how much I yell, you can’t hear me.

TW: major character death, suicide, swearing

tags: angst, bandmates au, kinda inspired by the anime 'given'

"jen im not so sure-"

"wait listen to me" you feel her grabbing your hand, yunjin knowing very well the act will grab your attention as she repeats her words again.

"it's not a big deal, you know two of the band members already. we are just needing a temporary singer, and you know you sing really well y/n. it'll be fun, i promise" her thumb was moving softly against your hand.

the premise was you being the singer for yunjin's band. you knew it wasn't something big she always said the band is a hobby, but growing up with yunjin you know how serious and passionate she is about music. how she dedicates her time writing songs and learning how to play new instruments, that side of hers always fascinated you.

as for you, you didn't had the talent like yunjin have with instruments but between karaoke dates you two had, your 'signing in the shower ability' managed to impress yunjin and since then she always compliment you for it.

even if yunjin says it isn't something big, you couldn't help it but to feel hesitant, what if you let her down? if you don't match the energy of the others what will happen?

"babe, hey look at me" your nervous habit of you chewing your lips didn't go unnoticed by yunjin, she gets closer, her warm hands touching your cheeks. "im not saying you have to, i-"

"i accept" you interrupt her "i.. i can be the singer. yeah, i will" your words make the expression of yunjin go to worry to excitement.

"really??" she hugs you tightly after you nod your head "oh my god, woah, im so glad, i swear I'm going to compensate you after" yunjin says and starts to shower your face with kisses "you're the best, thank you" the happiness of her actions makes you believe that you won't regret accepting that offer.

—

"remind me again why are we at the beach in this godly weather" you huff in frustration, hugging yunjin's warm jacket against your body more closely.

yunjin laughs at you and twirls around before answering "you said you never came here before!! it's pretty look at the scenery, like 'woah' right? and it isn't that cold too.." she continues, a shiver of cold running through her body soon after her words.

"jen summer is literally in two month, could've we waited?? you're a menace i swear" you complain again. of course the horizon was pretty, the ocean was calm and the day was near it ending, making the sky get a pretty orange color, but a cold breeze after another makes the beautiful moment ruined to you.

yunjin sudden sneeze makes you frown worried "yeah it is freezing, 'woah' my ass, can we go home now?" she grumbles, rubbing her arms to warm her own self. you roll your eyes at her antics and push her away lightly "dumbass, it was your idea"

"uh-huh, and i'm proud of it. now you won't forget i was the first one who brought you here, even if it was freezing cold." yunjin announces, pointing at herself proudly.

"uhm, i would remember it even better without this cold"

"yeah, you'll definitely forget this"

—

the first practice didn't go as bad as you imagined, the easy going vibe of the girls made you relaxed enough to sing confidently.

yunjin was waiting for your exit and talking to the girls of the band, getting to her side you intertwining your hands with yunjin, the taller girl smiles and press a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"hey we are going to hang out at chaewon house, do you want to go? we usually try to write lyrics but mainly is just because aunt kim cooks really well so we just eat good dinner for free" she explains happily and you see chaewon shaking her head at yunjin's words.

you stare a moment at yunjin who stares back at you confusedly. you take a few steps back pulling yunjing by the hand, just enough to make sure the others wouldn't listen

"yun..didn't we agree in making dinner together at my house today? you who suggested it, as a date"

"oh.." yunjin blinks, thrown off guard by not remembering that. "i mean, we can make it another day, no? like, we will eat for free. effortlessly. can't be better than that right?"

you stay quiet for a moment, a ache in your heart burning. what yunjin didn't knew was that you already had the dinner ready since the morning, excited to try the new recipe you made it ahead of time. but at that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to tell yunjin that.

her name being called by the bandmates pressured you to answer her question, her expectant gaze always making way to convince you of everything.

you sigh internally in defeat, putting a smile that didn't reach your eyes, you agree to yunjin. who didn't press any further and started to make her way towards chaewon's house with you.

—

as a kid yunjin was always full of energy, jumping and running around on the residential playground was her favorite thing to do. even if she was the only kid there, the neighborhood didn't had too many kids, and the ones it had yunjin didn't meet as much since her school had a different schedule.

so when she saw the little you, quietly sitting under a tree, she was surprised. and she was so happy when you agreed to be her friend, her 'pretty friend' she said to you. yunjin still thinks you agreed because of the candy she gave you that day.

growing up, yunjin liked even more to spend time with you. she was older by two years but yunjn admired how you didn't back down with her playful nature, there was a unspoken understanding between you two that by being in each other company was enough to have fun.

when yunjin realized she had fallen in love with you, wanting to be more then just friends. she surpressed it over months, afraid to take the risk and change the dynamic between you two.

when yunjin confessed, you never had seen her looking so different.

she was mixing her words and shifting her feet anxiously, waiting for your answer, she still looked hopeful as ever.

and even if you wanted to deny her and say you didn't felt the same, it was impossible, you didn't want to see her disappointed in you.

you didn't want to see yunjin looking at you the same way your mother looked when you denied something.

you didn't want the treatment you mother gave you that time when you refused something.

you learned from your mother to not deny the older ones, so you couldn't deny yunjin, right?

so as always, you accept yunjin words, and the pretty smile and warm hug yunjin gave you back told you you choose it right.

—

waiting for yunjin to pick you up after class was a common thing for you. it was the perfect time for you two to spend time together and talk about how was the day.

you were specially excited for today because yunjin said she was going to compensate for not being able to spend much time with you recently, you admired how she was focusing between her work and writing new songs to the band since you guys had a performance coming at the end of the month. you understood it all, but why she was so late?

thirty minutes had pass since you texted her to pick you up, two missed calls. when you called again at the third time, after ten seconds and at the last moment, yunjin picked up.

"jen -"

"y/nnie!! babe, heyy." a bunch of loud noises coming from the call made you wince and move the phone away from your ear, distincted loud music and muffled voices could be heard coming from the line.

"where are you yun?.. are you coming to pick me up" the noises coming from yunjin line told you the situation probably wasn't going to happen, but you asked anyway, already chewing on your lips nervously.

"what? i'm.." sudden words could be heard and the audio got muffled for a moment "babygirl hey, sorry for the noises. hm, I.. can we talk later? I'll pass by your apartment, how about that? I'm really sorry to not picking you up today, just called a cab to you by the way. but the boss invited everyone to drink and you know how it goes.. " despite the muffled noises in the background, yunjin sounded more clear this time, a tone in her voice you couldn't catch, but it was enough to reassure you. sighing in defeat you knew you didn't had too much choices, so you agreed in meeting her later.

but when you heard the soft knocks on your door few hours later, a discomfortable feeling took hold in you.

"you could've told me you weren't going to pick me up." you grumble after yunjin move back from the hug, which you barely returned.

"what?"

"you.. didn't answered me and I was there. waiting. for a second I thought something had happen but" you scoff in disbelief "when you picked up you sounded like having fun and.. i just.. can't believe it. was it hard to just text me back for a second?" you finish. sounding bitter and clearly upset, even if your intention wasn't blaming on yunjin, you couldn't help at the bite and accusation in your voice.

for a moment, the apartment became silent. yunjin stared back at you blankly. her expression shifted from confusion to anger as she processed your words.

"you know how I hate to wait for these things yunjin, we've barely seen each other this week. why didn't you just said n-"

"ooh ho, yeah, because just from one minute the princess can't wait, and wants everything by her rules." yunjin bites back, obviously annoyed.

"what?? my rules? i do everything you say yunjin, haven't you noticed? and when I ask for it you-"

"yeah yeah, if you knew how stressed i have been through the week. you have done nothing. if I say to you die for me you certainly wouldn't y/n." you scoff in amusent at yunjin's words, not believing what she just had said.

"go to your house yunjin. I don't want to fight over this" you tried your best to say it confidently but it came out so fragile that you hated yourself because of it. yunjin was about to speak again but instead let out an exasperated sigh and walks away, leaving your apartment. and leaving you with a deafening silence and a emptiness inside.

—

what yunjin didn't know, and unfortunately discovered later. is that you always did what she asked, whatever it was.

she spent the next day feeling incredibly guilty by her action and words, she took out her frustrations all on you and she wanted nothing more than to go back to you, apologize for what she did. trying to call you wasn't working, and the sinking feeling in yunjin's heart grew with each unanswered call.

deciding to take matters into her own hands, she drove to your house, with shaky hands, yunjin opened the front door and stepped into the strangely silent house.

she called out your name, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope. here was no response, just a haunting silence that surrounded her.

there didn't seem to have anything out of place, the shoes you always used when going out was untouched by the entrance. scanning around the living room yunjin found nothing but a pair of beer cans scattered around, that she found strange, you didn't usually drink.

as yunjin reached your bedroom door, a sense of dread washed over her. If only she had known that her impulsive behavior would lead to this, she would have chosen her words and actions more carefully.

her eyes scanned the room, seen even more empty alcoholic drinks on the ground, and then yunjin saw you.

hanging lifelessly from the ceiling, your body swaying slightly, as if caught in the final moments of a tragic dance.

the sight struck yunjin like a lightning bolt, freezing her in place. time seemed to stand still as she took in the devastating scene before her.

and yunjin swore, that if she could go back, just for a moment. she would give her all, just to have you again. for a moment, she would have given you everything.

note: music in the sypnosy is "i would by day6". (woah angst so hard to write tbh, lmk if I missed any important tag please) remember to drink water and stay safe guys <3

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 24. Bar (Another Take) Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Aymeric de Borel Rating: Teen Summary: Zoissette catches Aymeric up on everything he's missed, including telling him about her new relationship. Notes: WoL|Sette timeline. I realised I never established the earring in her WoL timeline and well

Aymeric was one of the first people Zoissette went to visit after she returned from the First. He had been a stalwart ally of the Scions. They needed to talk about the developing situation in Garlemald, probably, since that would definitely affect Ishgard. He was a dear friend of hers. Their courtship may have fallen apart, but it had made for a stronger bond between the two, not a lesser one.

And also she simply had to tell him the news.

She showed off her new earring to her, two black carnations, with two little pearls dangling from them on silvery chains. It was beautiful, and was now her most precious possession.

"A symbol," she said. "Of Y'shtola and I dedicating ourselves to be bonded."

"Congratulations," he said warmly. "You two deserve each other, and deserve the world. I couldn't be happier for you."

"It is definitely the best relationship I have ever had," said Zoissette, looking down and fiddling her fingers together. "She has been with me for so many years, and I admire so much about her... and she feels much the same of me. I hope you do not find it offensive for me to say so."

"While you do indeed have my heartfelt congratulations and I offer you my assurance that I share your outlook, that your relationship with that woman is the best thing that I think has ever happened to you, I do want to say... best relationship? That is a terribly low bar to clear given your history, Sette. And I shall not take offense if you will return the favor."

"I feel like I should take some offense on your behalf! We were good together. Not great, but... it was nice, for a time."

"Ah yes," he said, dryly. "The very image of two upright Ishgardian citizens, courting as the Holy See claimed Halone intended. Keeping each other carefully at arms length, coquettishly fluttering our eyelashes across the table at one another. Never revealing our true feelings, playing our proper roles, showing up to balls and dancing terribly."

"Sharing lovely meals, talking about our respective interests-"

"While not being truly interested in said interests I am sorry Lady Vauban but I could not keep up with half your discussions on mathematics or aetherology."

"-nor I on the particulars of terrible High House rivalries and petty politics but we did not dance that terribly."

"Sette I did not know how to tell you this at the time, but all of the dances you knew were horrifically out of date."

"Oh."

"Coerthan, I believe? From perhaps a few dozen years ago?"

"... Riversmeet was not exactly avant-garde."

"Rearguard even perhaps."

"You certainly had no complaints about my rear. Or my oral technique."

"If there is one regret I have about the ending of our courtship, it is the loss of that talented tongue. I can only hope that I learned something from the experience that I may pass on to my next partner."

Zoissette smiled smugly at him.

"I do not miss how you get when you are insufferably correct on a matter, though."

"Of course not, since it never happens that I am wrong."

"Telling lies in Halon's city? I cannot believe you."

Zoissette just hummed smugly at him, and after a moment, they both broke into laughter.

"Seriously though. Back to the matter at hand, which is this... congratulations. I can think of no union that could be any more blessed in the eyes of the Fury, and I hope I can look forward to an invitation to the bonding ceremony, whatsoever form it takes, and wherever it shall occur."

Zoissette sighed. "Of course, though I do not know yet. Something which I need to talk to her about. We have very different backgrounds, I am certain we will have very different ideas on what is right and proper. I am sure she knows enough about how we do things in Ishgard, but I have precious little idea about the traditions and culture of the Jaguar tribe. Or she may even want to follow the rites of the Night's Blessed. Or perhaps something else altogether. I just do not know."

"Night's Blessed?"

"A community that took her in on the First."

"Ah. I see." Aymeric hummed thoughtfully. "Well, this actually does explain much about a missive that preceded you by mere bells."

"Oh?"

"Well, I was not going to mention it. Discretion being the better part and all that, you know. But I think you two should, in fact, have that conversation. Rather sooner than later. And perhaps with each other instead of through me."

"...Aymeric?"

"You see, I have in my possession a latter from one Lady Y'shtola Rhul, asking me for advice."

"What sort of advice?"

Aymeric smiled at Zoissette, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Advice on the proper way to go about courting one Ser Zoissette Vauban, in accordance with the traditions and manner of a proper Ishgardian noble who wishes to make a good impression, both upon the lady and her family. Along with any, shall we say, hints I might be able to provide on said noblewoman's preferences in the same."

Zoissette blinked at him, several times, and her mouth hung slightly open, and Aymeric laughed.

"Ah, now that is a rare sight, and one which I rather enjoy more," said Aymeric. "Zoissette Vauban, flummoxed."

She snapped her jaw shut, frowned, and crossed her arms at him, sticking her nose in the air, but that only caused him to laugh more. And then laugh even more when he noticed the twitch of the side of her mouth as she valiantly resisted joining in.

Zoissette sniffed in mock disdain, but then dropped the act. "She really asked for that?"

"Indeed," said Aymeric. "I believe she not only takes this most seriously, but if I had to guess - and to be clear, I am guessing - I think she is doing this for your benefit, Sette."

He reached over, and took one of her hands, clasping it in his, and he smiled warmly at her. "And if I had any doubts that she deserved you, I think such a gesture would dash them to nothingness. I do not know her as well as you, of course, but we did interact much, from the Shiva matter all the way up to the Alexander incident. She never minced her words, or made any pretense at her lack of tolerance for those parts of Ishgard she disdained. I still recall her choice words over finding out about the Witchdrop, and her sharp opinions on the old system of trial by combat.

"And yet, she is willing to take up at least some of our traditions. For you."

Zoissette felt her eyes water, and not knowing what to say, said nothing, just wiped her face with the back of her free hand. Aymeric pulled her in to a tight hug, and she returned the gesture.

"You are well loved, Zoissette," he said. "And thank you for sharing that with me."

"How could I not?" she sniffled into his shoulder. "You are one of my dearest friends. Thank you, Aymeric."

"Now," he said, breaking the hug, and patting her on the shoulder. "Tell me all about your adventures on the First. I am eager to hear of what our Warrior of Light has been up to."

Smiling, Zoissette walked along with him, and began to tell him the tale of all that had passed, sparing no embellishment as to the Scions' accomplishments, and making sure to fill him in especially on how she had come to appreciate and learn again the depths of one Master Matoya.

[mrs-snape5984]

“And I'll be a fool any time, any time for loving you…”

“Thought I had it under control. But it shook me, gripped me, grabbed my soul. (…) Yeah, but they call me a fool. Darling, they call me a fool…” (“Call me a fool” by Valerie June)

Loving a fictional character for such a long period of time brought me so many various emotions: It brought my troubled soul a whole lot of comfort. It brought my heart the same amount of pain and longing for someone, who will never be really mine, no matter how real my feelings for him are. It brought me so much joy and happiness every time I’m savouring every single piece of content, that I can find about him. It brought me an immense amount of solace, when I’m drowning in my darkness and solitude.

And, indeed, over the past 21 years of loving Severus Snape, there were countless people, who were - and still are - calling me a fool for dedicating my heart to him…to someone, “who isn’t even real”. 🙄

There are people, who told me, that I’d probably disturb my children’s healthy mindset by letting them witness my passion for Severus. But you know what? That’s bullshit not true!

My children see their diseased mother in her dark room, struggling with ME/CFS…but they’re also observing their mother fighting for her sanity (at least the mental aspect). They’re witnessing the strength, I’m gathering from the surroundings in my - to Severus Snape dedicated, almost museum like - room. They’re learning about his inspirational resilience as well as they’re learning about the importance of being good and fair to others.

And the most important thing, I’m trying to pass on my children, is to stand up for the things, they love. They should be proud of themselves for finding comfort and inspiration in things, which are good for them (and since I’ve read them the whole Harry Potter saga, they’re already potterheads in the making 😅).

Nevertheless, in my current devastating situation, I’m getting something more from Severus….and from the artists, I’ve found in our beloved Snapedom: He’s my window to the world…my window to a life, I can’t live anymore. Through the stories, I’m writing about him and my - oh so self inserted - OC Julia/Jules (that’s depending on Severus and my age) and through the art , which I’m requesting from all those amiable and talented artists, I’m capable of doing the things, I can’t do in my cruel reality anymore. And that’s, what’s giving my heart some peace.

For this beautiful piece of art, I’ve commissioned the lovely @opalchalice. I love the outcome of my idea of enjoying a carefree evening with Severus…doing stupid stuff with him,like sharing some cigarettes in the bathtub.

My dear @opalchalice, I’m beyond grateful for your courage to draw a younger, teenage Severus for the first time. He’s adorable and I’m absolutely delighted by your artwork and your kindness. Thank you for everything, my friend! 🥹

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

[skyrim-forever]

TESFest Day 3: Teeth

Hi everyone, I got this idea and couldn't get it out of my head! I'd also like to dedicate this piece to @argisthebulwark as it features their special guy Brynjolf. You've brought me so much joy with your writing so I wanted to begin to return the favour with this short little piece <3 (also Brynjolf is so fun to write I'm def gonna write more with him).

Prompt: Teeth

Tagging: @tes-summer-fest

Words: 498

Warnings: T, suggestive but not much.

The Cistern was a buzz with celebration in honour of the newest recruit’s latest job. It hadn’t been an easy one, that’s why Brynjolf assigned it to them; they had shown a natural talent that day in the Market. And after a few jobs, the Master Thief figured they could take on something a bit more intense. 

The job involved a trip to Solitude, into the East Empire Company headquarters  to locate some documents of a visiting company member. From there, they were instructed to steal the documents from the safe, as well as steal a necklace. Whether or not they were interested in cleaning the place out, he left that up to them. He also added a little… challenge, if they found themselves so inclined. 

“Ey, supposedly the man has two gold teeth” he said. They turned their head quickly in his direction. 

“Is that a challenge Brynjolf?” He shoots them a grin and places a hand on the small of their back as he passes by.

“Think of it as a chance to prove your stuff.”

Whether or not they ‘proved their stuff’ remained to be seen, but they did succeed in getting the necklace and the document from the headquarters with none the wiser. And for that Brynjolf was impressed. After a few rounds of drinks, they wander over to him. Their normal saunter exaggerated due to their success. 

“I suppose congratulations are in order, well done.” 

“The pleasure is all mine Brynjolf.” They offer him a small bow complete with a wide grin on their face. “But don’t think I forgot about your little challenge.” Oh he’s intrigued. Dipping to the side pockets of their guild armour, they pull out two pieces of gold that shine in the candlelight of the Cistern. “You even managed to take the man’s teeth, I gotta say I’m impressed.” Brynjolf took both teeth in his hands, tossing them slightly in the air. “Any chance you’ll tell me how you walked out without him noticing?” They catch the teeth mid-air. 

“Oh you know me Brynjolf, I never kiss and tell.” They gave him a smirk while brushing their hand slowly across his armour. He decides to match their energy by grabbing the hand on his chest, placing a chaste kiss on it. 

“Is that so?” They hum a bit under his touch, placing one hand on his side and moving the other from his face to shoulder. 

“Everyone’s gotta have their secrets, you of all people should know that Brynjolf.” Just as he was going to make a move, close the distance between them, they slink away. He lets his eyes linger on their form a little too long, as he watches them rejoin their friends. It is only when he reaches into his side pocket, does Brynjolf know something is missing. They had pickpocketed him! Brynjolf lets out a dry chuckle, serves me right for letting my guard down. This new recruit was sure going above in beyond.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Blackpink's Jennie little sister

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty! :D

The request: can I make a request please!!! The request is where reader is Jennie secret lil sister!! Where Jennie absolutely adore reader as Mus as twice adore the maknae and Jennie fighting over reader from twice!! Where Jennie is like ('this is my sister so we goes to vacation first) and twice responded ('nu uh')

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun was shining brightly as Jennie walked briskly down the bustling streets of Seoul. Dressed in a chic black outfit, her long dark hair cascading down her back, she exuded confidence and charisma. As a member of one of the most popular K-pop girl groups, BLACKPINK, she was used to the attention and adoration of fans and paparazzi. But today, her mind was entirely preoccupied with something else. Jennie had a secret, one that she had been carefully guarding for years. She was the older sister of a young girl named Y/N. Said girl was only 14 years old and the new youngest member of the rapidly rising girl group TWICE. Jennie smiled fondly as she thought about her sister, a talented and beautiful girl with a heart full of dreams.

Jennie and her cutie pie, as she started calling her ever since she was born, had a special bond, one that was known only to them. Jennie had taken on the role of a protective older sister, always looking out for Y/N and guiding her through the challenges of the entertainment industry. Despite the five-year age gap between them, Jennie adored her dongsang with all her heart. As Jennie made her way to the JYP Entertainment building, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was about to reveal her secret to the TWICE members, who were her best friends. They had supported each other through thick and thin, and she knew they would embrace Y/N with open arms.

Entering the practice room, Jennie was met with the joyful chatter and laughter of the TWICE members. They were in the midst of rehearsing their latest hit song, their energy infectious and their dedication evident. Jennie watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with pride. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Jennie turned around to see Nayeon, the eldest of TWICE and the one she's closest to between them all, smiling at her with curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she spoke. 

Nayeon - Jennie, what brings you here today?

Jennie took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she prepared to talk with a voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. 

Jennie - I have something important to share with all of you, but first, promise me that you'll welcome this person with open arms.

The TWICE members exchanged puzzled glances but nodded in agreement. Jennie took a deep breath and called out her baby.

Jennie - Sweetie, you can come in now!

The door opened, and Y/N stepped inside, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of her fellow TWICE members. The room fell silent as the girls looked at the young girl, their faces a mix of shock and delight. Jihyo, as TWICE's leader, was the first to recover from her surprise. She rushed over to Y/N, enveloping her in a warm hug while she exclaimed something that caused the maknae to giggle. 

Jihyo - Oh my gosh, you're so cute! 

The other TWICE members quickly followed suit, surrounding Y/N with hugs and affectionate greetings. Dahyun, known for her bright personality, was the next to talk with enthusiasm.

Dahyun - We have the cutest maknae ever now!

Jennie watched the scene unfold, a smile playing on her lips. Her heart swelled with joy as she saw the genuine love and adoration the TWICE members showered upon her little sister. She was grateful for their warm reception, knowing that they would be an invaluable support system for her dongsang. However, as the excitement settled, Jennie couldn't help but notice a playful glint in Momo's eyes. Momo, known for her mischievous nature, stepped forward and smirked.

Momo - Well, Jennie, since Y/N is part of the TWICE family now, shouldn't we take her on a vacation first?

Jennie's eyes widened in mock disbelief. 

Jennie - Oh no you don't, Momo. Y/N is my sister, so of course, we should go on a vacation first!

A mischievous grin spread across Sana's face as she chimed in. 

Sana - I think our newest TWICE member should decide. Sugat, who do you want to go on vacation with first? Your big sister Jennie or us?

Y/N looked at the expectant faces of both groups, her eyes wide with wonder. She hesitated for a moment before breaking into a mischievous smile as she asked a question that made both groups burst into laughter. 

Y/N - Can we all go on vacation together?

Jennie and the TWICE members exchanged amused glances, realizing that they were in for an adventure like never before. As the laughter filled the room, they knew that their bond would only grow stronger with the addition of their sweet youngest. Jennie couldn't contain her excitement as the day of the vacation arrived. She had meticulously planned the itinerary, ensuring that her babygirl would have the time of her life. The anticipation filled the air as the two groups gathered at the airport, their fans sending them off with cheers and well-wishes. As they settled into their seats on the plane, Jennie glanced over at Y/N, who was wide-eyed with excitement. She squeezed her sister's hand, reassuring her that the adventure was about to begin. The members of TWICE, sitting across the aisle, exchanged playful glances, ready for the friendly competition that lay ahead.

The first destination on their journey was a tropical paradise, an island known for its pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters, Jeju Island (no idea if I'm correct guys, just imagine pls lol). The moment they stepped foot on the sandy shores, the TWICE unnies couldn't contain their excitement, immediately running towards the water like a pack of joyful puppies. Jennie, however, had other plans. She grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her in the opposite direction, as she declared with a mischievous smile that she intended to spoil her little sister, towards a luxurious beachside villa she had booked for their stay. 

Jennie - We're going to relax and enjoy some quality time together.

But TWICE wasn't about to let Jennie have all the fun. As soon as they realized what was happening, they formulated a plan of their own. With Momo leading the charge, they mobilised the members and devised a strategy to lure their cute maknae away from Jennie's hands. The next morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Jennie woke up to find Y/N missing from their shared room. Panic gripped her heart, but just as she was about to launch into a search, she received a message on her phone. It was a picture of Y/N, standing in front of a vibrant marketplace with the TWICE members, each holding a handful of shopping bags. The message read: We've taken our kid on a shopping spree! Catch us if you can! 

Jennie's competitive spirit kicked in, and she raced through the villa, determined to find her sister. The chase was on. Throughout their vacation, the two groups engaged in a friendly rivalry, each competing for Y/N's attention. BLACKPINK would take Y/N on thrilling adventures, from zip-lining through dense forests to exploring ancient temples. Meanwhile, TWICE would whisk her away to amusement parks, indulging her in every delightful treat and thrilling ride. The days turned into weeks, and the laughter echoed across every destination they visited. The bond between the two groups grew stronger, and Y/N found herself torn between the love and attention showered upon her by both BLACKPINK and TWICE. But as the vacation drew to a close, Y/N knew that she didn't have to choose. She had become a cherished member of both groups, and the love they had shown her was immeasurable. She approached Jennie, her eyes shining with gratitude.

Y/N - Unnie, I don't want to pick sides, I love you and my TWICE unnies equally. Can't we all be one big family?

Jennie's heart swelled with pride, and she enveloped Y/N in a tight embrace. 

Jennie - You're right, love. We are one big family, and nothing can change that.

The members of TWICE joined in the embrace, their smiles bright and their hearts full. It was a moment of pure love and acceptance, a testament to the power of music and the bonds it could create. As they bid farewell to the tropical paradise and returned home, BLACKPINK and TWICE knew that their journey was just beginning. Their collaboration had transcended the boundaries of music, forging lifelong friendships and a sisterhood that would endure. From that day forward, Jennie, Y/N, and the members of TWICE became inseparable. They shared laughter, tears, and dreams, supporting each other through the highs and lows of their careers. And whenever they looked back on that unforgettable vacation, they would remember the joy, the love, and the unbreakable bond they had formed, making them have only one thought:

I am proud of our chosen family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🐙*In Squidward’s Voice* Hello, you’ve reached the house of unrecognized talent. Please start after the 🎺(just pretend it’s a clarinet)🐙

Hello! It’s 💛! And while my chosen greeting quote may seem strange, it is because you, I believe, are truly an unrecognized talent. Seriously, every story that you put out is just absolutely amazing! The prank war story and the Tyler embarrassing Josh story were the pick-me-ups that I needed right now. Y’all, I can’t stress this enough, MAKE REQUESTS! Trust me, this writer has the ability to turn what may seem like unorganized ideas (you’ve all seen my request messages) into amazing stories!

Alright, enough with my ramblings. I come baring another request for you. Inspired by Tyler calling out a fan for wearing a University of Michigan shirt on the walk to the Trees circle a few shows back (and then proceeding to bring it up again at another concert), I was wondering if you could write a story about Tyler trying to convince the reader, a University of Michigan fan, to become an Ohio State fan (possibly through actions getting the reader Ohio State merch (that she doesn’t wear), arguing that the aesthetic is cooler (I’m sorry any Michigan fans it’s true), possibly even leading to him trying to enlist the help of fans by him mentioning that she is Michigan fan during a show (and because he’s petty like that). The relationship between Tyler and the reader can be romantic or platonic (I honestly think it could go either way). This may be a bit tricky of a storyline to do, so I completely understand if it’s just a short blurb or even if you don’t want to do it. ☺️

O-H - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1996

A/N: I saw these videos online lol it's so funny how he breaks character for his sports team. I really appreciate you liking my writing and I'm glad the last two pieces were great pick-me-ups for you :) And YES I do have the ability to turn requests into amazing pieces lol so DEFINITELY REQUEST !!!

It all started on a lazy Saturday morning. I was rummaging through my dresser when my hand landed on my favorite University of Michigan hoodie. A smile crept onto my face as I pulled it over my head, already imagining Tyler’s reaction. He loved a good rivalry, and ever since he found out I was a Michigan fan, it had become a point of contention—albeit a lighthearted one—in our relationship. 

I made my way downstairs, the faint smell of coffee greeting me as I entered the kitchen. Tyler was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand, the Ohio State logo plastered on the front. He raised an eyebrow as soon as he saw me, his gaze landing on the bold “M” logo on my chest. I could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Really?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock offense. “In my house? This is what you’re wearing?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “What? You’re not used to it by now? You know I’ve got to represent my team.”

Tyler set down his mug, shaking his head. “We need to talk about this. I can’t keep letting this go on.”

“Oh?” I shot him a playful glance over the rim of my mug. “And what are you going to do about it?”

His eyes narrowed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’m going to convert you, obviously. I’m from Ohio. We’re in Ohio. There’s no way I’m letting you stay a Michigan fan.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Good luck with that, Joseph.”

Tyler straightened up, suddenly very serious. “No, I’m serious. I’ve got plans. Step one is already in motion.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled out his phone and started typing furiously. I tried to peer over his shoulder, but he angled it away from me, a smug look plastered on his face.

“Tyler, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he said cryptically, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Just know that I’m dedicated to this. You’re not going to stay a Michigan fan for long.”

I shook my head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously right,” he shot back with a wink, before turning and heading out of the kitchen.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. Tyler had always been a bit extra when it came to this kind of thing—playfully competitive, always trying to one-up me, especially when it came to sports. I figured he’d make a few jokes and maybe try to bribe me with some Ohio State paraphernalia, but nothing too serious. Little did I know, he was just getting started.

A couple of days later, a package showed up on our doorstep, addressed to me. I wasn’t expecting anything, so I assumed it was something Tyler ordered. I brought it inside and opened it, only to be greeted by a sea of scarlet and gray. Hoodies, t-shirts, a beanie—even socks. I held up one of the shirts, emblazoned with the Ohio State logo, and groaned.

“Tyler!” I called out, my voice echoing through the house.

He appeared in the doorway almost instantly, a satisfied grin on his face. “Ah, I see the package arrived.”

“You did this?”

“Of course I did,” he said, crossing his arms. “Just helping you see the light. I figured if you had the gear, you might finally realize how much cooler Ohio State is.”

I snorted, tossing the shirt back into the box. “I’m not wearing this.”

“Not yet,” he said confidently. “But give it time.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a Michigan hoodie from the closet and holding it up in defiance. “I already have my gear, thank you very much.”

Tyler just laughed, clearly unfazed. “We’ll see. I’ve got other tactics.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Can’t give away all my secrets,” he teased, before heading upstairs. I watched him go, shaking my head. He was so determined to make this happen, but there was no way I was giving in.

It didn’t stop there. Over the next few weeks, Tyler continued his campaign to turn me into an Ohio State fan. He’d leave Ohio State merch casually draped over the back of the couch or hanging on a chair, as if hoping I’d “accidentally” put it on. Every time I wore my Michigan hoodie, he’d shake his head in mock disappointment, muttering things like, “You could look so much cooler in scarlet and gray.”

“Scarlet and gray are much better colors, you know,” he said one day, as we were heading out for a walk. I had, of course, donned my Michigan hoodie again, just to annoy him.

“You really think so?” I asked, feigning curiosity.

“Absolutely,” Tyler said, nodding sagely. “Blue and maize? Come on, that’s not even close. It’s not a good aesthetic.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You really are something else.”

But Tyler wasn’t done yet. His final move came during one of his concerts, and I should’ve seen it coming. I was standing off to the side of the stage, watching him perform, when I noticed the mischievous look in his eyes as he glanced my way. My stomach dropped. I knew that look.

He leaned into the mic, his voice playful as he addressed the crowd. “Alright, guys, I need your help with something.”

The crowd cheered, eager to play along.

“So, my girlfriend…” He paused, his eyes meeting mine with a smirk. “…she’s a Michigan fan.”

The audience erupted into boos, and I groaned internally. Of course he was going to make a spectacle out of this. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, half-expecting him to move on, but I should’ve known better.

Tyler waved his hands to quiet the crowd, barely containing his laughter. “No, no, don’t worry! I’m working on it. But I need all of you to help me show her why Ohio State is the superior team.”

The crowd erupted again, louder this time, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I shook my head, signaling that this was getting ridiculous, but Tyler was clearly enjoying every second of it.

“So, I figured…” He glanced back toward the screen behind him, where the usual concert visuals were playing. “Why not bring a little extra motivation to the table tonight?”

I narrowed my eyes, confused by what he meant. Then, to my horror, the visuals on the screen behind him changed. It took a moment for my brain to register, but as soon as I saw the familiar football field, I knew exactly what was happening. He had pulled up the latest Ohio State vs. Michigan game.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” I muttered under my breath, watching as the video began to play. The roar of the stadium, the crisp fall air on the field—I recognized it all too well. This was the game from last season, the one I had stubbornly avoided re-watching because it had been an absolute disaster for Michigan.

Tyler turned back toward me, his grin widening as he caught the expression on my face. “Oh, I did.”

The crowd was in full support, cheering as the Ohio State players made a big play on the screen. I groaned and buried my face in my hands, knowing exactly where this was headed. Tyler was really committing to this bit.

“Let’s relive some highlights, shall we?” Tyler said into the mic, glancing back at the screen. The game played on, with Ohio State dominating. Every time they made a big play or scored a touchdown, the crowd erupted in cheers, and I found myself sinking lower into my seat, completely mortified.

“Tyler,” I groaned, loud enough for him to hear.

He just laughed, walking over to where I stood off to the side of the stage. “What? This is important, babe. You need to see why Ohio State is the better team.”

I gave him a look that was part exasperation, part amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”

Tyler smirked, putting an arm around my shoulder as the game continued to play on the big screen. “You love me for it.”

The game sped through the major highlights—Ohio State’s defense shutting down Michigan’s offense, the crowd going wild for each touchdown. And then, of course, the final score came up on the screen, the one that haunted me for months: Ohio State 42, Michigan 27.

The crowd cheered even louder as the final score was displayed, and Tyler looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Well,” he said, leaning closer so only I could hear. “Looks like your team lost… again.”

I groaned dramatically, but I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Tyler chuckled. “Of course. It’s not every day I get to publicly show off how much better my team is.”

The crowd was still buzzing, and Tyler turned back to them, raising his hands. “Alright, alright, I think we’ve made our point. Let’s get back to the music.”

The game footage disappeared from the screen, replaced by the usual concert visuals. Tyler gave me one last teasing grin before returning to center stage, the music kicking back in as if nothing had happened. But as he continued performing, he kept sneaking glances my way, that same smug smile on his face.

And as much as I wanted to act annoyed, deep down, I loved how much fun he was having with it. This ridiculous, over-the-top display was just so… Tyler. Competitive, a little petty, but in the most endearing way.

After the show, as we made our way backstage, Tyler draped an arm around my shoulders. “So… have I convinced you yet?”

I raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “To what? Switch to Ohio State?”

“Obviously.”

I shook my head, smirking. “Not a chance.”

He sighed dramatically, like he’d expected that answer. “You know, you’re really making this difficult for me.”

“And you’re really making it hard to stay mad at you,” I admitted, leaning into him. “But I’m still not switching teams.”

Tyler laughed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Well, the good news is, we’ve got plenty more games to prove you wrong.”

And as much as I hated to admit it, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to give up on this anytime soon.

Weeks went by, and despite all his efforts, I stayed loyal to Michigan. Tyler, true to form, didn’t let it go, but his attempts became less frequent. The Ohio State gear was still scattered around the house, and every now and then, he’d shoot me a look of mock disappointment when I wore my Michigan hoodie. But for the most part, we let the rivalry simmer in the background, a running joke between us that never really went away.

One day, though, after a particularly long week, I found myself reaching for the Ohio State hoodie Tyler had given me. It was soft, warm, and honestly, I was just too tired to care about the rivalry for once. I pulled it on and headed downstairs, figuring Tyler wouldn’t even notice.

But of course, the second he saw me, his eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery.

“Oh my God,” he said, standing up from the couch. “Is that…is that Ohio State gear?”

I sighed dramatically. “Don’t get too excited. It’s just because it’s comfortable.”

Tyler grinned, walking over to wrap his arms around me. “I knew you’d see the light eventually.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “But you love me for it.”

I sighed, leaning into him. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t mind wearing the scarlet and gray after all. But I wasn’t about to tell Tyler that. Not yet.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[reasonsmandy]

TRACK 2

He said I looked

like an American singer

There were few things that persisted in your essence since you were a little child, some quirks came and went, some tastes faded as you got older, but your love for creating music always persisted. In your house there were always papers spread out with some random ideas that appeared in your mind during the day, your school notebook had more rhymes than any subject studied, you lost count of how many napkins you had scribbled with letters in the restaurant where you worked.

But until now they were just lyrics, there was no composition or musical support whatsoever. You needed more, something that would transform your lyrics into unforgettable songs, and that was when you spent most of your days dedicated to creating your first collection of songs. It wasn't always easy, after all, you had to work in the meantime but every morning and break from your job you were strumming the guitar and taking notes and taking notes without stopping.

When you finally had the opportunity to move, it was like a step that made your dream closer, despite your shyness and insecurity preventing you from going after producers who would open doors for you, you believed that everything would gradually fall into its rightful place. And it did when you met Daisy Jones.

Daisy and you were like two perfectly fitting pieces, complementing each other to create something extraordinary. Daisy was good, she was the essence of talent and what's more, her voice was impeccable. From the first night you met you were already sharing lyrics and melodies, and in that first week alone you had four songs ready, you were unstoppable.

You have become a dynamic duo, and have grown in recognition with Daisy's first album, nothing could be more rewarding than finally feeling your purpose hit you like a calm breeze. You moved closer to the coast, finally living on what you always wanted, there were mornings filled with swimming in the sea and letters filling your notebook.

But, as your rise there was the fall of "The Six". Billy had just checked into rehab, Camila had just given birth, and the rest of the band were desperately looking for jobs. It was sad to feel something they had longed for so long slip through their fingers like sand.

But whether by madness, coincidence or chance of fate. Warren Rojas went to work every day just a few steps away from your home, admiring boats and caring for them with complete curiosity. Transforming his decadence into a new passion.

But not only had boats become an admiration for Rojas, but interestingly, so had you. It was a routine for you to go out every late afternoon to write while admiring the sea, with each wave breaking, your pen finished some vowels and consonants to fill the pages of more and more songs.

And it was on one of those days that Warren caught a glimpse of you for the first time.

The sun made its journey to set over the horizon, while Warren was cleaning the last parts of the last boat he had to take care of that day, when above it, feeling the water slowly hitting the boat, he sees you lying on a towel in your bikini writing as always. He stops abruptly, knowing it would be really weird to watch you from afar but unable to avoid it.

“Rojas, we have work to do.” The drummer's co-worker catches his attention when he sees him standing still. “And I want to get home early today.”

Warren doesn't answer him, he continues to lean on a doorpost admiring your figure.

“Who is she?" After a few seconds, he questions. Making the man turn around intrigued and confused.

“Who?" He talks approaching Warren, to see the vision he was seeing. “Oh, she's a songwriter... Or singer. I don't know actually, but she's in the music industry.” He clarifies, returning to drying the closest furniture.

“Do you think she will be here tomorrow?”

“As I told you Rojas, I don't know anything other than this.” The man wipes the sweat from his forehead, staring at the drummer.

You get up, walking to the sea for one last swim.

“Hey, I'll be right back.” And before his colleague even protested he was making his way into the boat in search of paper and pen.

Warren Rojas: *smirks* I mean, I had my moves you know. I still have them, actually. *pauses* With my wife, only, of course. *says looking at you*

Y/n Rojas L/n: Do you know how long it took for both of us to connect the dots and realize that we had already met before? *Laughs* I mean, we were high the first time and the second we didn't get to actually see each other.

The salty drops of water fell from the strands of your hair to wet the sand this time, when the mixture of grains and water gradually involves your foot with each step you get closer to where you left your belongings. Now the wind indicated that perhaps rain would come, you look at the towel finding a drink and a letter next to it. Frowning, you look to the sides, seeing yourself with only the boats moving with the tide and the seagulls taking flight.

You bend down to see what it was about, there was no sign of anyone else near you. It wasn't a very neat letter, you could see that it was improvised and the cursive writing seemed to be done in a hurry, you sit down reading it.

“I didn't want to seem like a weird stalker and bother you during your afternoon rest but, I just wanted to say that you are more stunning than this sunset. Hope you enjoy this, it's my favorite drink.”

Y/n Rojas L/n: I got that letter and kept it, of course, but... I never got another one *looks down*

Warren Rojas: I got fired for some reason I still don't know, after that the holidays were coming, Billy was coming back home. After christmas we were already writing and adjusting Honeycomb, so I never came back. *thoughtful pause*

That morning promised a lot, in fact, for the drummer every day had something for him, but he would finally be returning to what called for them since they decided to move from Pittsburgh. After a long time he would play the drums as an instrument for work and not for recreation, and he loved the feeling of giving himself over to music.

The band was waiting in the sound booth that had been rented for them by Teddy for a while now, Rojas felt time passing as he played with some soda cans that were there. It was obvious he was restless, eager to see the magic happen in front of his eyes. He liked Honeycomb, but didn't dare comment that he felt something was missing, Little did Warren know that not only did he think that but the man who brought you there did too.

“You’re not going to stay still, are you?” Karen complains, as the drummer moves around the room once again.

“It’s not my fault, it’s taking too long.” He complains, randomly hitting the cymbals on the drums.

“He is kinda right, what are we waiting for?” Eddie adds, biting into the apple he had brought from home.

“Teddy told us to wait a little.” Graham answers when he gets back from talking to Billy. Who obviously seemed sullen about the situation.

Y/n Rojas L/n: We were late, very very late... But look, most of the time when Simone wasn't around I had to do almost everything to get Daisy going, waking her up in time, making breakfast, cleaning the apartment and stuff. That day I tried my best to get us in time but, well *shrugs* I don't blame her though, I know she'd do the same for me.

Breathless, you enter the place where you would spend your afternoon, Daisy behind you walked calmly, smoking while observing her surroundings. You pull her by the hand once again, going towards the sound booth where they told you you were going to work. Curious eyes remained on you as you entered the place without precepts and with fanfare.

You knock on the door asking for permission to enter, but Daisy takes the lead entering the place, you sigh "By God's sake" before entering after her.

“Hi!" Daisy says when she enters, smiling like she was having a blast. You feel your chest warm to see her happy.

“Daisy Jones.” Teddy says pointing to her. “Billy Dunne!” He points to the singer now.

“I like your song.” She smiles bigger.

Y/n Rojas L/n: If I felt excluded? God, of course not... I liked composing, not singing, that was never what I wanted. I remember she was so excited about it all, and of course I was too. But with different points.

“Oh, I'm sorry who are you?” Billy answers her, his hands showing how close to this he was.

“Hey, uh, I'm Y/n she's Daisy... Teddy called us to help.” you introduce yourself, he still has the same serious face. You feel a little embarrassed, but you let it go.

“You told me it was just one girl, now there are two?” Billy ignores you, directing his words solely at Teddy.

“Don't worry, my job is already done.” Annoyed, you say, rolling your eyes. “I just came to join Daisy and show Teddy all we came up with.”

Billy lets out a sarcastic laugh. “What you come up with?”

This time you ignore him, turning to Teddy with a questioning look. “How can I help you?”

“The band is inside, I'll adjust things on the soundboard, you can join them and join me there later. Sounds good?” He suggests, you agree, giving Daisy a kiss on the cheek to indicate that you would be nearby.

Y/n Rojas L/n: Sorry, but Billy wasn't nice at all. I'm glad the rest of the band was lovely to me.

The rest of the band watched the commotion behind the glass in the room part of the soundboard. Karen lights a cigarette which she shares with Graham, trying to deduce what was happening as the sound was muffled and basically inaudible. Eddie played with the guitar strings without even noticing what was happening, his mind focused on something, but Warren had his eyes fixed on you and your every movement.

The drummer approaches Graham first, discreetly nudging him, or so he thought he did.

“Hey Peaches, do you know that girl over there?” Warren questions, stealing the cigarette from his mouth.

“The redhead?" He returns the question, giving up complaining about Rojas' "stealing."

“No, the other one.” He squint, trying to remember why he felt like he knew you.

“Nope, never seen her anywhere.” He ensures, trying his best to remember.

“What about you Karen Karen?” Rojas asks the blonde, who just now sees the drummer there.

“Why? Are you interested in her Rojas?” She says teasingly, Warren crosses his arms in denial, shrugging his shoulders.

“No... That's not the point, don't you think you've seen her somewhere?” The feeling grew inside him as he had a better view of you, but he still couldn't remember.

“Well, you better stop acting weird because she's coming.” Karen shrugs, heading towards her keyboard.

Warren Rojas: Y/n always had the gift of leaving me deconstructed, I would become more foolish than I already am in her presence. I think I'm still like that today.

“Hey, I don't want to intrude or anything but Teddy told me to stay here with you guys until he needs me.” Shyly you say, it was bizarre how you could express yourself so much better on paper and pen and were a disaster in front of new people.

“Oh don’t worry, sit down, do you want a cigarette?” Eddie offers, now that he's come out of his trance. You nod, accepting the offer. “I'm Eddie, the bassist.” He introduces himself.

Y/n Rojas L/n: That's when I noticed, they didn't remember me. I don't know if I was relieved or offended to be honest.

Eddie Roundtree: Wait, what? We met before?

Y/n Rojas L/n: Warren kept staring at me, I was feeling kinda uncomfortable. At a certain point I was already wanting to get out of there, but luckily for me, they asked us to give Billy and Daisy the space to sing.

“I think she wants us to leave.” Eddie says when he sees Daisy pointing at them several times.

“But it's our song.” Warren complains, smoking once more.

“Don’t you guys want to talk to Deb?” Karen suggests, you watch the movement from the corner of your eye, feeling a little excluded from the group.

“Deb is working today? Oh shit” Warren says making his way sloppily, towards the door.

Eddie doesn't take long to follow him, you notice that Graham takes his step only when Karen also leaves. The youngest Dunne leaves in a hurry, without noticing the blonde stop and look at you.

“Are you coming with us?” She says with a smile, and you admire how pretty she is. Nodding as you walk out with her.

Slowly you hear the voices of Billy and Daisy becoming a muffed sound, and the lights of the reception catch your eyes as you lean against the nearest wall. You fiddle with the zipper of your bag constantly, a way to release your anxiety, having the idea of leaving there to eat something while Daisy was recording.

You don't announce anything, you just make your way trying to draw little attention to the exit door. Warren, who was watching you from the corners of his eyes, notices and quickly gets up to catch up with you. Surprising both Eddie with his abrupt attitude and Deb with his disinterest.

“Hey nightingale, where are you going?” He makes you stop, you don't notice, but Karen rolls her eyes as she laughs at the drummer.

“Uh.” You say, noticing that you were the person he was talking to. “I thought I’d go get ice cream or something.”

Warren smiles big, “I love ice cream, can I join you?”

You smile small, happy with the suggestion. “I would love that.”

Warren fumbles in his pockets for the keys to his van, and you smile at his nervousness. Leaning on his hands to indicate for him to stop.

“Don't worry, I'll drive” You blink an eye, turning to go to your vehicle, hoping that this whole scene was attractive in some way.

Warren Rojas: It was sexy as hell *smirks* I mean, she is sexy as hell... *shrugs*

Y/n Rojas L/n: He said that? Yes! *tiny celebration*

You stop in front of the motorcycle, Warren watches your movements in shock, feeling goosebumps when he sees you putting on the vehicle's helmet.

“Here drummer, take this one.” you say handing over the helmet, he still watches you speechless.

Warren Rojas: Is there anything sexier than your wife driving a motorcycle? I mean, she wasn't my wife at the time but, you get it!

Y/n Rojas L/n: I did my best to look badass, but deep down, I was nervous, very nervous... I drove to my favorite ice cream shop at the time, which was very close by, but I spent the whole way there thinking "What the hell am I going to talk to this guy about?"

Warren Rojas: What did I think along the way? I thought about who she was and why she was so familiar *pause* and I also tried to find out what her shampoo smelled like. *smirks* Strawberry with honey, that's the smell.

“So...” Warren says when you two sit at the closest table.

“So...” You copy him, trying not to look into his eyes. “Why were you staring at me the whole time there at the record company?”

Warren swallows hard, still watching you talk about the situation casually while reading the menu as if he didn't know it.

Warren Rojas: I thought it was discreet. *shrugs*

Y/n Rojas L/n: *laughs* The last thing he was was discreet, but I love my goofy husband.

“It's just..." He says nervously, scratching the back of his neck, it was the first time you noticed this tic indicating nervousness in him. “It feels like I know you, like, you look familiar... Although thinking about it, you look like an American singer.”

You arch your eyebrows, hugging your torso to the table. “More like a composer. But it was close.”

✧.* 📚 — Hello! So, my first time writing something with more than two parts. I hope you like it because I'm very excited about my ideas. As it is different content, I don't know if I will use the same taglist that I always use. So here's the new one (in case you want to be tagged)

✧.* taglist — @cieopatrasss @neptunes-curse @boredshit-shadow