#me and my dot dot dot..... my ever ❤️ my lovely ❤️ my silly ❤️

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As you're guarding your pink, I try to cover you with my yellow. Once I'm enveloped in the blue sky, I feel warm and buoyant.

Plus without text :3

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real reconoce real ! | carlos sainz x fem! football player! reader!

summary; everyone knew carlos is a huge madridista, nobody ever expected for him to date one of their female players

fc; athenea + girls from pinterest

note; idk how to explain it but ‘crack’ is like slang for cool😭 but carlos being a madridista is everything to me

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yourusername: never seen a man so excited before 🤣

yourusername: nice jersey!

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username: jude bellingham commented??

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yourusername: ❤️🤍

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username: crackkk😝

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carlossainz55: yo real nací y real me muero [real i was born and real i will die]

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username: carlos sainz dating a female player from his childhood football club is everything🥹

[storydays]

We'll Keep This Love in a Photograph John Dory X Fem Reader

Laughter filled the clearing, as BroZone and the Pop sisters sat around the camp fire. Turns out sitting around and roasting marshmallows was fun. In order to build their relationships strong, BroZone decided to have monthly get togethers, and each sibling got to choose where they hung out, and this monthly is was John Dory's turn.

"Hey, JD! I found this photo book while I was looking for more hot chocolate, which I found by the way, but who are these Trolls?" Poppy asked, coming out with a picture book in her hands.

John Dory froze seeing the book, face falling into a sad smile as he gently took the book from the Pop Queen. "John? You okay?" Floyd asked, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Y-yeah..." The oldest Troll trailed off, clearly not in the moment anymore. Floyd shared a look with Bruce, and looked at the now open book that changed John Dory's mood.

The first picture of a much younger John Dory holding the camera , and a female Troll both grinning wildly at the camera, and they were both dressed in winter clothes, covered in snow, the female holding a pair of ski poles in her hand.

"This, uh, is another part of why I've been gone so long. This photo book is all that's left of them."

He took a few pictures out with gentle hands, and passed them around the group.

"This is...sorry, was (Y/N)...she was my wife. She used to run a ski lodge in the Nerverglade Trails with her family." He chuckled fondly, thinking of the wild adrenaline junkie Troll. "She taught me how to ski, and I taught her how to make Grandma's flavorberry pie. She had the biggest sweet tooth ever, even bigger than you two, Poppyseed and Viva."

The others looked between the pictures and John Dory, feeling the happy energy coming from the oldest Troll, as he looked back on these fond memories.

"We dated for about 3 years, before she proposed." "Wait, she proposed?" Bruce asked, tilting his head, clearly invested in the story...he was the Heartthrob for a reason, he'd always been sucker for a good love story and happy endings.

John Dory laughed loudly, making his brothers smile. "Yeah, Sweet Tooth wasn't very patient. She did what she wanted whenever she wanted, and took everyone on the ride along with her."

Branch then showed Poppy a a photo booth style picture of John Dory and (Y/N) in their wedding clothes: JD holding (Y/N) bridal style, grinning , switching their wedding clothes, both making silly faces, and finally the two sharing a kiss, holding each other close.

"Once we were married, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves, so it wasn't a surprise when she told me she was pregnant." John showed Clay a picture of an polka dotted egg on a pillow with (second favorite color), fluffy bangs poking out, with smirking (Y/N) holding up a onesie that said, "You can stop asking now❤️." and John Dory clearly excited, frozen in time looking at the egg in awe.

Clay and Viva were both looking at a picture of John Dory sleeping on the couch with the tiny infant resting on his chest, (Y/N) looking like she was trying hard not to squeal.

Floyd smiled at the little toddler now making a face as she wore her father's goggles and a diaper, (Y/N) holding her stomach clearly laughing. "She was a wild child, wasn't she?" the second youngest BroZone member asked.

"Took after her mama, that's for sure. Her name was Cara. My little Cara Beara." Rhonda squealed excitedly, remembering the little Trolling. Bruce smiled at the little nickname before frowning. "Wait, was? John, what happened?"'

John Dory scowled at his hands, before looking sadly at the final photo that made its way into his hands. It was the last picture they'd taken before it happened. Cara was a big girl, now at the age of 8 years old, resting on her dad's back, and her mom's hand on her shoulder. (Y/N), holding 2 pairs of ice skates, but she was also wearing a pair of compression socks on her feet. John Dory was holding the camera on a stick, to do a group selfie.

"Cara wanted to learn to ice skate, and (Y/N)'s been skating since she was a kid, so obviously she was the best choice. It was going to be below freezing later that night, and we wanted to get Cara out in nature before hen. So while they were skating, I wanted to surprise them with a hot chocolate movie night snack bar. I came back to Rhonda, and I noticed it started to get darker."

JD exhaled softly, tearing up. "I went to go get them, still skating, and having fun. So I went to get them, when I saw a fox creeping towards my girls. I yelled out to them, and started running, hoping to get to them in time." John Dory flinched, as if he was relieving the moment again. "I was too far to get to them, and by the time (Y/N) realized I was saying, the fox ate them both in one bite."

John Dory pushed the palm of his hands into his eyes fighting the tears, threatening to spill, losing the battle and letting out a sob, as he continued to berate himself.

"It was my fault! If I'd been out there and skating, instead of inside with Rhonda, we would've gotten out and home safely! I'd promise to protect them, and I turned my back on them! If they didn't get eaten,(Y/N) would've taken Cara and left me because I--" John was cut off by his brothers hugging him tightly, Floyd sniffling softly.

"JD, we've seen the pictures...there was so much love between you, (Y/N), and even more so when Cara was born. You did what you could, and they're with you now, even if you can't see them." Bruce sniffed, he knew what it was like to lose a child. Brandy had 2 miscarriages before they got pregnant. "You've carried this burden that wasn't yours, for so long. It was an accident." Floyd whispered.

JD gripped on to his brothers, sobbing quietly, letting them take on some of his pain.

Poppy and Viva placed a supporting hand on one of JD's shoulders, in silent support. Viva noticed a slight glow out of the corner of the eye. She nudged Poppy, who gasped, catching the brothers' attention.

Standing a few feet away, petting Rhonda was a ghost version of (Y/N) and Cara, both of their smiles brightening when they saw the group looking at them.

"It was never your fault, Daredevil. It was an accident. But we're okay now, John." "Yeah! Now we can watch out for you, just like you did for us Daddy!" Cara yelled excitedly, before going over to hug her dad. John Dory gasped, feeling her hold on to him, before hugging her tightly back. (Y/N) came over to join the family hug. The rest of BroZone smiled softly, seeing the family together.

"Enjoy your brothers, go on adventures do you can tell us all about it." (Y/N) cooed, as she and Cara backed away and began to fade away. "Bye Daddy! We love you!" "Goodbye, my love. We'll wait for you to come home." promised (Y/N), as they faded away completely, John sobbing harder in his brothers' arm, holding that last picture in his hands.

"We keep this love in a photograph."

Wow that one got away from me lol

Let me know what you guys think!

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[asterias-record-shop]

Hello, I was wondering if you could please do something about Seth and his brand being a very lively girl who is really into anime and loves to cosplay and him letting her do her makeup, or them being super silly and innocent at the beginning of their relationship and Seth is super stressed and the reader is there to comfort him and give him a massage, or a girl who is always teasing and flirting with him and making him super nervous and embarrassed, but one day he decides to fight back, thank you❤️

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— Seth knew you always liked doing makeup, and you were always asking to do his. Finally, he lets you.

“Are you done yet, my love?” He doesn’t open his eyes like you had previously ordered, a sound of protest leaving your mouth making him press his lips together.

“Hush! I’m almost done!” You giggled, patting the dots of concealer you put on his face. "I am almost done."

Seth smiled, humming as the soft bristles brushed against the corner of his eye, a soft kiss to his nose making him smile. "Done?"

"Done."

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the feeling. It makes you giggle as he scrunched his nose, another soft kiss to his nose letting you put a mirror up to his face. "Look at yourself! You look so pretty!"

He blinked a few times to get used to it, smiling when he saw the eyeliner and eyeshadow with a bit of highlighter and mascara. "You did so good, my love."

"I know," you giggled, pulling his face closer to yours, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "So glad you finally let me do your makeup. You look so good."

"Hey Seth-" Leah paused when she saw you in his lap, Seth's face covered in makeup. "What... is going on?"

Leah knew the both of you were together, and that Seth imprinted on you the moment he saw you, but this was slightly confusing. "I did Seth's makeup! Doesn't he look pretty?"

Leah finally smiles. "Very pretty. See you guys tomorrow."

"Bye Leah!" You giggle, waving as Seth pressed his face into your neck as she walked out. "See? She thinks you look pretty too!"

"You did it," he responded, looking up at you. "You did so good."

"Thank you, my love. I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

— Seth has always been extremely open about your relationship, lovey dovey and playful, but something has been making Seth stressed, and you're determined to help him out.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Seth was open about your relationship, putting on full display how much he loved you. It was kind of hard since you both went to two different schools, but when he saw you, it was all on display, especially today on the beach.

You had just gotten out of the water, his arms covering your body as you leaned back against his chest. His face was tucked into your neck, lips softly pressing kisses to your skin as you stared at the waves slam against the shore, leaning closer to him.

“Ah, look at the love birds!”

Seth rolls his eyes at Paul’s voice, tensing as you softly rub his forearm. He had planned this date so secretly — he made sure his pack mates didn’t know about it because he refused to think about it so no one would barge in. Obviously, it didn’t work very well, and his private time with you was ruined.

“Woah, Seth! Didn’t know you didn’t want me here that badly,” Paul laughed, sitting next to the two of you. “Hey pretty lady, how are you doing?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Fuck off, Paul.”

“Don’t you finish thinking that thought, Paul,” Seth’s voice is strong as he glared at his friend, shaking his head. “Just go away, man.”

“What if I don’t want to go away? What if I want to be here and spend time with you and the pretty lady?” Paul teased making you stand up, quickly pulling your bathing suit cover down.

“Seth, let’s go.”

“What, am I making you uncomfortable, Y/N?” Paul stood as Seth did the same, quickly coming in front of you and shoving him back.

"Get back. Now." You didn't know if Seth was talking to you or Paul, but as soon as Paul shifted, so did Seth.

He was always so pissed off, especially with his anger issues, but as soon as Seth bent down so you could get on his back, you both were off. You could feel that he wasn't in the right place of mind to fight Paul, especially now with how pissed off Seth was.

He always knew how to control himself, though.

As soon as he got to his home though, Leah gone and his mother of course with Charlie, giving Seth some privacy to change before knocking and walking into his room with confirmation. He was laying face down, jean shorts riding low on his hips as you slowly laid down on his back.

"You okay?" You whispered, softly kissing his shoulder blade as he hummed softly, reaching back to hold your hand with his. "Seth."

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Sorry, honey," Seth whispered, squeezing your hand in his. "Just... stressed."

His words make you sigh, softly kissing against his warm back before sitting on his waist. You softly rubbed his back, leaning down just enough to kiss his skin as you slowly push out the tension in his back.

"I'm right here, baby. Right here, I'll help you," you whisper back, smiling as he let out loud, relieved groans. You smiled when you saw him physically relax under your touch, his hands tightly balled up into fists. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little bit, but it feels so much better than before. Thank you, honey."

"Just want to make sure you're relaxed, my love. Just... hate seeing you all tense and stressed."

He merely hums, reaching back to squeeze your thigh as you pull back your wet hair, leaning down to softly press a kiss to his back, both of you in too much of your own world to notice Leah coming home and yelling out for him.

"Seth, I fucking swear, if you-" she paused when she saw you both on his bed, you in merely a bathing suit and Seth shirtless. "Oh."

You raise your hands in innocence, cheeks flushed red. "I was just giving him a massage!"

She starts laughing loudly, almost chortling. "Sure!"

"Leah, get out!"

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[macaroonv]

Hatsukoi~~❤️

Slowly, slowly, never truly realizing what it meant, I fell for someone.

A fair boy with dark hair, chiseled jaw, a lean body and charismatic personality. The first time, I just took a glance. After that he was all I could see everywhere. Oh, what a sweet and innocent feeling it was. The day I realized that these feelings were not just a mere crush, it hurt. Because, it was wrong in so many ways. He belonged to some other caste and he wouldn't even bat an eye towards me. I was just another classmate for him. But I guess, we really can't help who we fall for. After I came to terms with my feelings, I just enjoyed looking at him and daydreaming. 

But these happy times didn't last. He found a girlfriend who was on another level and I couldn't even compare to her. I guess he likes those types of girls- hot, tall and sexy. I was never in line. I guess I experienced my first heartbreak that day. Oh, no it was on the day he confessed to my friend. Yeah, she was not even hot and sexy like his current girlfriend but he still liked her. See, I was never in line. I was not even a dot. 

Silly me would wait for those mere seconds of his teasing everyday like a dog just because my heart thought that in those moments he was thinking of me and talking to me. Maybe he knew. Everytime, I would go inside the class thinking that today I'll start ignoring him only to be wishing that he'd talk to me.

I guess falling for someone is the most beautiful yet a heartbreaking feeling. Yeah, I loved him even after he was taken. I couldn't help it. My eyes would find him in a crowd, brain would stop functioning in his presence and would only think about him in his absence. So, how could I stop these feelings from growing. I couldn't find other boys interesting because they were not him. I listened to love songs daily and imagined me and him dancing together. Imagined him confessing his love to me. It was so beautiful and sad at the same time because these were all the things that would never happen. What a joke.

Once, he held my hand for a minute ( It was a dare. I guess everyone in the class knew about my "silly crush".) When his hand held mine in his, it was like time stopped. I couldn't breathe properly and I couldn't even look at him. My face became so hot. I was blushing hard. It was just a minute but it felt like I spent a year sitting there holding his hand. That day, I thanked heavens for that moment. I wondered, if a mere hand-holding could provoke these reactions, what would happen if he ever said " I love You ". I guess I'll faint at the spot.*giggles*

Do you know about the Kabedon thing- preventing someone from moving by putting the hand on the wall and caging them between your hands. So well, one day we were making a queue for going to the ground. I don't know what happened, but one second he was having an arguement and in another he got pushed backwards toward me. As I was avoiding crashing into him, I also pulled back but my back reached the wall. And suddenly, he was there right in front of me, his back was facing me at that time. A mere inch. That's how much distance was between us. I stopped breathing in case I ruined whatever was happening. Suddenly, he turned and now his face was what was facing me. He put his hands on the wall behind me to gain balance. 5 seconds. He was looking down at me and I was looking up at him.4 seconds. 3 seconds. We both locked eyes. 2 seconds. I guess he muttered an apology and went away. 1 second. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I didn't know how I stopped myself from falling down but I didn't fall. Just 5 seconds. We stayed in that position for just 5 seconds but it felt like someone set the time to slow motion. It all happened so slowly. Even now I could remember it clearly. His back. His face. His hands. 1 cm. 5 seconds. Oh, god that was the closest we've ever been. I could never forget that moment. It could not be called a Kabedon but for me it was the same anyway. 

He was short tempered but he had a kind heart. He was handsome in his own way. His fair skin didn't bother me a bit. His grades were average but he was smart. He was cool and had a good sense of humor. He played badminton and loved football. I started not minding non-vegetarians after meeting him. He was liked by all. I guess he was popular. I didn't know he was rich even until my second last year in school. I guess I didn't care about his riches. I saw his good and bad both. I guess I loved him for who he was. The person I fell for had all these quirks and this persona. I'm really grateful that the first person I ever loved was him. He taught me love and heartbreak. This unrequited love of mine was what taught me what it really meant to love someone. 

I just wish that I could have have had my first kiss with him. Even just a peck would have been fine. I would have remembered it my whole life. But this love was sweet and innocent. It wasn't demanding and it didn't need to be reciprocated to be worthy. It didn't care about others, it just happened unexpectedly and turned into something so sweet and beautiful. I could have never known that I would ever experience something like this. 

Those 4 years that I spent truly thinking about him and loving him were something that I would want to relive again and again. Though I'm still not over him completely but it's not the same. It's still true that I haven't found someone else like him. Well, no one could be him beacuse he was he and others could never be him but I've moved on because it was never meant to be. It was never meant to happen in the first place. But it just happened and I'll just get over him. I just want to take a look at him in person one last time to get a closure on these feelings. 

He's not with that girl anymore but I heard he cried after she broke up with him. I was so sad after hearing this wishing that it should've been me who he cried for. I guess they too weren't meant to be. Now, I just hope thay we both find someone we are meant to be with. I hope to meet him again and try being friends atleast. I want to tell him about my silly little crush. I know what it was. But he'll never know. 

May everyone experience a love like this, once in their life and I hope their first love becomes their last. I hope the person they truly fall for reciprocates their feelings. And if they do not, worry not because it was just not meant to be but be happy you got to experience those feelings and that you have someone else waiting for you in their life.

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last call

request from anon - "Hi luce! :3 Can i drop an ask whereby diluc has this cheerful regular at his tavern hiding a painful past and when they increasingly become drunk, they become quiet. They’d just stare into nothing, eyes glistening. They always drink until they black out. How’d diluc react to this? Thanks bub❤️"

a/n - hihi anon i love your brain this request is so good!! for my stardew players out there, this req made me think of shane :D i married him during my first playthrough and his 6 heart event hurt me so badly.

pairing - diluc x gender neutral reader

word count - 2263

genre - angst

format - fic

warnings - alcoholism, traumatic responses (disassociation), crying

summary - on a late-night shift, diluc comes to realize that his cheeriest regular isn't as cheery as he thought

content under the cut!

every friday, saturday, and occasional wednesday, diluc would head down to the tavern to assist charles during the evening bar rush.

and every friday, saturday, and occasional wednesday, he'd witness the same patron drink themselves silly.

they'd show up at five o'clock on the dot, a skip in their step and a smile on their face. there wasn't a need for them to open their mouth, they simply had to slide onto a bar stool and patiently wait. he'd memorized their order by now: a mug of valberry-infused beer and three shots of dandelion wine mixed with hard mint vodka. they'd down it like water, not sparing a single drop.

"another!" they'd cheer. and he'd oblige—it wasn't like they were giving him a reason to refuse after all—and pour them another,

and another,

and another.

few times has he ever seen them meander around the tavern with steady feet. and even then if you blew air onto them too harshly, they'd tip over and stumble to the ground. but their unsteady feet never seemed to bother them, too absorbed in the drunken cheer and celebration of nothing in particular to worry about whether they could see left from right or put one foot in front of the other.

one could call them the "life of the party". they seemed not to fear anything, with a charm that could rival even that of kaeya. diluc would often see them conversing chipperly with known underground workers and those who lurk in the shadows of teyvat with a goofy grin and a pint of beer in each hand, offering them one out of sheer generosity.

sometimes, they'd come up to him as he dried glasses and mixed brews for other customers. at first, they tried to make small talk with him, but soon settled for contentedly swinging their legs back and forth in the air and kept him company with their own rambles rather than try to pry responses from him.

he'd never admit it aloud but diluc found their presence soothing in a way. his distaste for alcohol and alcoholics never seemed to arise within him whenever he saw their drunken, giddy grin. it was nice to listen to their anecdotes and hear about their day, he often looked forward to whatever tales he'd get to listen to while he poured bourbon and cleaned shot glasses.

diluc has never stayed long enough to see them leave, always having to return to the winery before closing time in order to prepare documents or take care of "other things" (he only hoped he wouldn't forget his mask like he did the other night, thank barbatos for the poor eyesight of the elderly otherwise that old lady would have surely recognized him as the dark night hero).

they always saw him off with a smile, and he'd leave the tavern with an odd weightless feeling in his chest.

on this particular night however, it seemed the stars had something else in mind for him. charles had run a high fever and became bedbound on a saturday night, arguably the busiest time of the week for the tavern.

it seemed as if he were in fifty places at once: someone had spilled dandelion wine over in the corner, orders were racking up by the second, and he had just accidentally poured way too much valberry flavoring into their regular order.

"my apologies (y/n)." they merely smiled and waved him off, still quite sober even after having downed a few shots of their regular mix. they offered to lend a hand, but he politely declined. after all, he wouldn't be much of a businessman if he allowed his most loyal patron to handle what was essentially his livelihood.

he carried on through the night as usual, even with the added workload brought on by charles' absence. from time to time, he'd glance to the side and see them yukking it up with a group of people, singing praises and cheers to thin air and finding any excuse to toast.

diluc was grateful for the energy they brought, there never seemed to be a dull moment around them. he turned away from the cavalry of inebriated fools and carried on with his tasks.

as the night waned on, the buzz had died down significantly. closing time was quickly approaching like a stray cat from around a shady corner. he glanced at the wooden lacquered clock that hung from the wall—it was much later than he normally stayed, a few hours over.

wisps of midnight dew mixed with the stench of alcohol and cigar smoke wrapped around his blistered hands and clogged his nostrils.

"when you can taste the cigar smoke on your tongue and the smell of alcohol makes your eyes water, that's when you close up shop," charles had said, before breaking out into a fit of coughs.

he of course, knew this, but he figured he'd let charles have his moment.

"last call for drinks! closing in ten!" he shouted to the slumped over figures that littered the tavern. almost all of them sprung out of their seats and began crowding the bar, demands flying in left and right.

diluc got to work on their orders, dishing them out with his skilled, deft fingers. however, he found himself constantly searching out for a familiar face among the crowd of wine stained drunkards.

surely they hadn't left already, he would have definitely noticed. casual theories danced little jigs in his head alongside the orders he worked to prepare. the little jigs soon turned to maniacal thumping tap dances that beat against his better judgement. he supposed the affectionate nickname "mr. worrywart" that kaeya had bestowed upon him wasn't entirely inaccurate.

"has (y/n) left for the night?" he caved, and asked the final customer: a scrawny man with scratchy stubble and hollowed eyes who ordered a single shot of mint vodka.

"that drunkard (y/n)? nah, charles always has to have a knight come get em'." the man chortled, knocking back the shot in one go. diluc quirked an eyebrow up, crossing his arms as if silently signifying him to elaborate.

"they're up there somewhere," the man gestured to the second floor above, "i'd drag em' down myself but once they get in one of their 'moods' it's hard to talk to em'."

moods? they were the happiest most cheerful customer of his, as far as he knew anyway. he shook the thought from his mind, chalking up the willowy man's remarks to simply too much alcohol.

closing time came around shortly after. he thought it was like watching rats scurry out of their foraging grounds to head back to their nests. people stumbled out of the warm tavern, some having to get up multiple times. after helping three of his customers to the door, diluc contemplated on getting charles some additional help if he was dealing with this kind of labor every night.

he closed and locked the front door to the tavern, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. he dusted his gloved hands off and went to remove his coat from the rack near the entryway when a sudden thought occurred to him: had they been among the crowd that left the tavern?

the thunk from above answered his thought for him. on instinct, he jumped back and drew a small blade from his back pocket, eyes wide and knees bent as if waiting for an attack of some sort.

but nothing came.

cautiously, he placed one boot in front of the other and ascended the stairs to the second floor, poking his head around the banister for any sign of danger.

instead of a ruffian, thug, or assassin, his eyes fell upon his most cheery regular surrounded by countless empty glasses—one of which had fell on the floor.

the silence that hung in the air around them was...offputting, odd. for a moment he almost thought that the person sitting in the shadowy corner wasn't them—that he had simply mistaken one person for someone else.

how wrong he was.

now nursing a freshly brewed mug of valberry beer—one he made himself—they rested their forearms on the table and stared at nothing in particular.

tentatively, he drew closer (not forgetting to sheath his blade lest he frighten them).

"(y/n)?" they lazily rose their head in his direction, the unshed tears in their eyes broke past their eyelids and trickled down the sides of their face. and yet their face remained in a stony, catatonic-like state, like they weren't all there.

a shiver ran up his spine as he drew closer, opting to kneel down beside them. "m'ster luc? s'that you?" they mumbled, clumsily raising their hands to swipe away the trickle of tears that stained their skin and bit at their bleary eyes.

"yes, it's me. it's closing time (y/n)...how much have you had to drink?" he glanced around at the shot glasses and empty mugs that littered their surroundings.

"e-eleven-*hic*-teen..." they slurred, raising the mug in their hands to their lips as if on instinct. he placed his hand on the other side of the mug and drew it back down to the table, sliding it away from their grasps.

"h-hey..." they whined with a pout as he set the full glass down on another nearby table. he was hesitant to ask, but the worrying, jigging thoughts that gnawed away at his brain pushed him forwards.

"has...is something wrong?" he asked in a hushed voice. he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his handkerchief, using it to wipe away the tracks of tears that had run marathons down their face.

he received no answer, the closest thing he got was a small garble of incoherent noise that could easily be masked as a skewed form of "yes" or "no". they seemed to be returning to that stagnant state. their eyes were distant and fogged over by an incomprehensible emotion.

diluc gently placed his baked palm on their icy shoulder to ground them back in reality, the sensation seemed to rattle them from their thoughts. they looked at him with their drunken, red eyes that swam with an amalgamation of emotions tethered to drops of salty tears.

they smiled weakly, more tears escaping down their cheeks in rapid fashion. his thumb unconsciously worked small circles into the cold space of their clothed shoulder.

"if there's anything i can do for you that is within my power, i will see to it that it is done. you can come to me whenever there is something that troubles you." his hushed words seemed to reach past their alcohol clouded exterior. their eyes shone over once more with tears that they seemed to refuse to let fall.

they opened their mouth to say something, only a tinge of a word getting past their lips before their eyes rolled into the back of their head, the upper half of their body plopped face down onto the cool wooden surface of their table.

panic surged through his veins.

"(y/n)? (y/n)?!" diluc scrambled to hold their shoulders and shake them gently in an attempt to wake them up. he pressed two fingers first to their jugular, sighing in relief when the faint thump beat against his pads—their breathing was fine too.

"archons above..." he muttered, slinging their arm around his neck and looping his own around their body, effortlessly picking them up like a ragdoll.

he was fearful of leaving them alone, and the winery was much too far. he was grateful he had the foresight of installing the small apartment above the tavern for emergency.

the room itself was quaint, a simple bed in the corner beside a small drawer at the ready with clothes and other products. he shut the door and walked further in, taking great care not to jostle their unconscious body.

diluc looked down at their figure in his arms, and only then did he really notice how haggard and hollow they looked.

the warm, honey glowing lights of the tavern always seemed to echo their cheery disposition, but now that they lay limp in slumber, cradled in both his arms and the light of the moon, it was almost as if he could see the traces of sorrow and anguish that ran along their weary body.

"i wish i had noticed sooner..." he said to no one in particular as he set them on the bed, turning their body on their side and placing a bucket nearby for them should they need it.

diluc slipped off his gloves and turned away to unhook his vision when he felt a slight tug on the side of his pants.

he looked down and met their bleary, confused eyes.

"wha's goin' on...?" they mumbled, stirring from the bed. the silk, lake colored sheets rippled like pools of water around their body. he placed his hands on their shoulders and gently pushed them back down.

"you drank too much and passed out. get some rest, we'll discuss more in the morning."

"oh," was their sleepy response. they seemed ashamed, but mentioned nothing of it.

diluc pulled up a chair near the foot of the bed and watched their breathing steadily slow into slumber. he placed his arms onto the mattress and rested his head down in an attempt to fall into the soft arms of sleep.

he wasn't one to pray, but that night while they slept, he crept to the balcony, vision in hand, and prayed that they would be able to smile, a real smile, one day. sooner rather than later.

date published: june 1st, 2021

[blueberryjam1201]

Alchemy of Souls 2, episode 2

We are married!

Please give us your blessings...

Review under the cut❤️

I will make it short because it's really late and I just came back from work and the only thing I wish about is my comfy bed haha

This episode was so funny and tense, I just need to leave a few words haha

First of all, the speed is very fast, we have no filler scenes whatsoever, and the plot is moving even when they are just sitting and talking.

JangUk, knows it's not Naksu but there is something that is holding him next to BuYeon. He, hopefully(compared to others) did connect the dots about her and even checked her eyes if there is a blue sign. He is fooling himself about needing only her powers to remove the stone...but then something is not letting her go.

I love them both, their chemistry is top-notch. It's just the second episode and I am already living in this relationship haha

Second, Yul has disappointed me. I could bet my hand that he will be the first one to recognize Naksu. But he didn't connect any facts, only said he have a feeling they have met before.

Park Jin is not so stupid, he is silly and slow but when he learned about BuYeon being alive, I just saw the eyes he had as a wise Soungrim leader. Then this weird dish given to UK, like he wants to tell him something but doesn't want to use words.

Mother Jin is going mad at this point. I don't even have words to describe how I hate her for what she has done and still doing.

JinMu - I'm sorry but this mother**er needs to go as soon as possible. He is the worst ever prick, he lives to destroy people's lives and most important - to destry Naksu by any meaning. He knows, he has seen her face but the most convincing was Uk's appearance and confession about marriage. He doesn't have any doubts now and will do everything to get rid of her.

I said it will be short haha

If you reach the end of this post, thank you and please leave a heart if you like it 🥰

Have a lovely evening/morning!❤️❤️❤️