#purest softest boy

[nateezfics]

you know what relationship dynamic i abso-fucking-lutely love?? the dynamic where the relationship is the sweetest, purest, softest, most respectful relationship, like these two people are just dopey little love bugs for each other, but the sex? it’s the nastiest, most sheet gripping, most toe curling, kinkiest, most disrespectful sex imaginable where the two just slut each other out. like every relationship should have that ✨balance✨

and you know who i think of when it comes to this dynamic? jeong yunho.

he’s so boyfriend. so sweet. so respectful. so kind. a gentle tall boy who’s all giggles and blushy cheeks. the kind you take home to mom and she’s already making wedding arrangements for you. the one who lets you wear all his hoodies because you’re just so cute in them. the kind that gives you the ultimate princess treatment.

and he’s the kind that will bend you over every surface. fuck you with his long fingers. saying the most spine arching, nasty shit. the kind to use his taller height and larger size against you. choke you with his large hand, and grip your hair too. will tease you while he fingers you, talking about how his little baby needs to be prepped before they can take his big cock <3. make you keep his hoodie/clothes on while he fucks you because it spurs him on further. the kind to press his palm against your abdomen to feel the bulge of his cock fucking into your tight hole. will have you in a million positions. will absolutely treat you like his own personal slut.

yeah.

[inamagicalhallucination]

my favorite sskk trope is ppl like akutagawa’s acquaintances meeting atsushi and being flabbergasted that the sweetest, purest, softest, can do no wrong-est guy is with mr grumpy pants and no one believing akutagawa when he says that atsushi is actually feral

so essentially ppl having a very soft baby boy uwu perspective of atsushi just becuz he’s sweet and smiles a lot and so on 

but akutagawa obviously knows atsushi since theyre dating so he’s like ‘guys. guys no. guys yesterday i told him he should eat something other than chazuke and he tried to bite me. guys. guys please believe me.’

[coquettetoji]

{💌} BF ARMIN HCS

armin as your boyfriend hcs 😁 (fem reader)

— sigh you already know he’s the purest boy on earth so him as a boyfriend?? that’s your husband even in the first 2 weeks

— gets you “just because” flowers at least 2 times a week

— he gives you the dictionary thesaurus encyclopedia definition of PRINCESS TREATMENT.

— he will hold your hand everywhere, kneel down to take your shoes off/put them on for you, knows the side walk rule, sends you $$ without you even asking for any and oh my god he’s just so perfect.

— likes to do your hair for you regardless if your hair is pin straight or super curly, he will learn your exact routine in order to take care of it for you

— you’ll never stop hearing “why do you need to do that when i’m here?” nonstop. even for the stupidest things like getting the remote across the sofa. 😭

— his love language is words of affirmation and acts of service, he’s just always there to help you

— will trail behind you like a lost puppy at all times, literally follows you almost everywhere just in case you ever need him to do something for you

— his whole instagram feed is just you, you and you ** EXHIBIT A

— his follower ratio is also insane i’m saying like maybe 10 following (you and friends + fam) and then a good 60k followers

— most definitely has an “i ❤️ my girlfriend shirt” and wears it proudly with a pretty smile

— in public terms, he’s definitely touchy but not as touchy as when you guys are alone

— holds your hand, guides you with a hand on your lower back, has a hand around your waist, and wants you as close as possible to him in public but keeps it to a minimum

— when you guys are alone however, lord you can never get rid of him >>>

— will whine out a “where are you going? 🙁 i’ll come with you” at 3am when you need to pee.

— his favorite spots to kiss you are on your forehead, and yours cheeks, just because he likes to see your eyes go all dazed and happy when he does

— he does that hot thing where while he kisses you, you can feel the smile start to form on his lips

— his favorite pet names to call you are the typical domestic sweet and cute ones that just make your heart melt: baby, princess, love, pretty girl, calls you a good girl when praising you 😸

— your personal photographer everywhere, he knows to get all the angles and most of the pictures on your ig are taken by armin

— loves hugs, hugs are loved by him and just likes hugs, did i mention he loves hugs?

— does that thing where he hugs you from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest esp when you guys are with friends or at parties

— he loves when you run your hands through his hair, he has the fluffiest softest hair ever definitely whimpers when it just feels way too good

— the most soft spoken boyfriend ever, he will never raise his voice at you even when he’s mad or upset (which is rare)

—takes you out on dates often and they’re always the best planned out dates ever (candle lit dinners, picnics

— will hold your heels in one hand after a date where your feet hurt while clutching your hand in the other

— whenever you start talking he sometimes just blanks out staring at you and how pretty you are which then just ends up with him blabbering “mhm’s” and “yeah yeah i get what you’re saying” while being completely zoned out staring at your face

— he always blushes when you show affection towards him first out of nowhere like when he’s talking to you about something and you just reach up and kiss his cheek, he’ll completely lose his train of thought.

— i’ve mentioned this before and i’ll mention it again, he’s a golden retriever boyfriend

— i mean he literally follows you around like a puppy already, he just acts like one in general whenever he’s around you

— he’s definitely a naturally quiet person around people he doesn’t know and kinda reserved but he just falls apart around you with a soft look of fondness in his blue eyes

— i just think of the childhood bestfriend trope when it comes to him or academic rivals

— he takes pride and hangs on to every single compliment you say to him. like throw one “you’re so handsome” at him and he’ll keep it like an id in his pocket

— like if eren said to him, “you’re ugly as fuck” armin will just shrug and smile saying “ _______ doesn’t think so 😁😁” just so smiley god he’s adorable

— in the domestic aspect of armin as your bf, he’s definitely super sweet and just soft with you

— breakfast in bed, cooking for you on the daily, + cleaning the dishes after too, taking care of you when sick

— helps you get dressed when you’re tired, does your hair for you, brushes your teeth for you while softly tilting your chin up between his thumb and pointer finger JUST UGH I NEED HIM SO BAD

— he will get on his knees for you any day of the week 😁 (for anything not just that guys)

— final conclusion and something i think he does that’s really cute

star moments of armin as your bf

★ keeps your hair tie on his left wrist in case you would ever need one

★ gets on his knees to take off your heels or shoes for you

★ never lets you open the car door by yourself and when helping you out or in he always kisses your forehead

★ took it upon himself to memorize every order of food or drink you have and your whole makeup collection to replace it if you ever ran out

★ cried happy tears when you told him you love him for the first time back (he defo told you before you did LMAO)

— overall just the sweetest boy and boyfriend ever 💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💗💗

[7ndipity]

What Types of Kisses They Give

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: The title’s pretty self explanatory.

Warnings: Lil suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is probably the fastest I’ve written one of these in a while, but after running this blog for over a year, we definitely have some thoughts on this so it wasn't difficult, lol!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Jin might not be the highest on the list for kisses(he’s more of a cuddler, imo), but when he gives them, he goes all in, deep and intense, pulling you in by your waist or cupping your face so you feel as close as possible. Always ends longer kisses with a couple tiny pecks as a final seal of affection. Big fan of pouty, spiderman kisses whenever he catches you walking by as he’s sitting on the sofa or whatever and just tilts his head back and waits for you to notice.

Yoongi: Kisses with Yoongi are slow and grounding. Even when he’s at his neediest and all his other actions are more frantic and shaky, his lips never lose their rhythm. He definitely gets a bit messy and sloppy at times(He’s mentioned the tongue technology too many times for it to be complete bs), but it’s always a slow and easy pace, bordering on teasing, bc he doesn’t want to overwhelm you through kisses(he prefers to do that in other ways👀).

Hobi: Hobi gives the best kisses, imo. He always pays super close attention to your reactions and tries to match your mood. Can go from sweet and soft to steamy and rough in a split second. His favorites tho are when it just starts to get spicy, bc he can feel you both losing yourselves in the moment and letting go. Those are the moments he feels most connected to you. I feel like he loves giving little pecks throughout the day every chance he gets tho.

Namjoon: Again, he might not technically be the biggest fan of physical affection, but when it comes to kisses, oof! It’s almost always super intense and passionate, clinging hands and heavy breathing. He’s not into one quick peck and then on with your day, nonono. He needs at least three or four good kisses before he can even think of doing anything else.(ironically, he then tends to forget that he's supposed to be doing anything else. oops)

Jimin: His kisses are just like him, 60% playful 40% intense, often ping-ponging between both in the same session. They’re full of teasing nips and roaming, ticklish hands. One of his favorite things is when you laugh into a kiss (it just feels like the purest form of joy). Gives the softest, sleepy kisses where his lips just barely press against yours, but he has to have them before he sleeps. Loves covering any part of you that he can reach with kisses.

Taehyung: This boy kisses like he needs them for oxygen, insistent and lingering. He will find any excuse to kiss you, pulling you close and holding your face so gently while stealing your breath and nearly bruising your lips with his intensity. Tends to rest his forehead against yours afterwards, wanting to stay as close to you as possible. Loves when you randomly kiss him, even if he’s in the middle of telling a story, he just gets the biggest, boxy smile.

Jungkook: Kisses with Jk usually start out as slow and sweet but quickly escalate into messy makeouts full of roaming hands and bitten lips. Loves when you pullplay with his hair. Whereas Yoongi doesn’t want to overwhelm you with his kisses, Kook loves teasing and overwhelming you in every way possible. Would happily spend hours doing little more than kissing you, only stopping to randomly ask “Is that a new lip balm?”

[choccy-milky]

Gryffindor player character x Ominis because he is the softest purest goodest boi and he deserves more love😭💖💖

[celaenaeiln]

Ok so I guess this is a weird question, but what do you think about wally and dick being in a relationship? would it be healthy? would it last long? all those types of questions. I've been getting into dc recently, and I've been starting to realize alot of people ship those two, admittedly I can see why, I'm starting to like them too. Pretty sure I saw someone call them every Dick Grayson/Wally West stan "required phase", it would be a life if I said I didn't snort at that. But I've been curious if they would even work out, with their plans for their lives being so different, clashing with each other

Absolutely!

In fact I think that if Dick and Wally ever got into a canonical relationship, they would never ever break up which would be a massive problem for DC because DC needs their IT boy Dick Grayson to be shipped with as many people as possible. lol.

No but really the reason they're so great together is because Wally really, really cares about Dick's mental health. He's canonically made it his mission to make sure Dick is happy and safe and he loves his best friend so much. Dick has grown up with wally since they were tiny kids and he knows every detail of Wally's life and loves him. The Flash Plus comic is just the two of them being best buddies.

So considering the amount of love and care Wally and Dick have for each other. In Titans (2016) Wally literally writes a love letter to Dick. (they call it a friendship letter but c'mon who're they tryna fool.)

Titans (2016) Issue #15

Do you know what Wally does? He literally turns back time in order to prevent Dick from dying. Wally is retiring because he has a heart condition. He can't run. He can't be the flash anymore.

But.

Titans (2016) Issue #15

For Dick he killed himself.

I genuinely don't think it's possible for Dick to have a healthier relationship with anyone than he does with Wally. They're like cotton candy, white snow, salsa mix love. The purest, softest, fluffiest romance with a whirlpool of fun and excitement.

Something Wally mourns a lot in the comics is his loss of contact with Dick.

The Flash (1987) Issue #210

The reason they don't talk as much is because Wally is busy with Linda and Dick can't just third wheel a marriage. I mean he sort of already does but anymore than now and he would be living with them. Permanently.

I think the only issue they would have is the different cities. Neither of them would be willing to move because Wally loves Central City and Dick loves Bludhaven. However they would still be able to maintain a long distance relationship easily because even as friends they go on annual vacations, just the two of them, simply to hang out with each other. Also the occasional drop ins.

As soon as Wally heard Dick and Barbara broke up-

Nightwing (1996) Issue #88

The only time Dick and Wally have fought is when Dick is refusing self-care and Wally is so mad at him for neglecting his mental health. But even then it's more of a - fine. I'm leaving you alone for now until you get your stuff together. I know you can do it. - type thing. They would definitely work out despite the separate cities thing because Wally has unconditional trust and love for Dick and Dick loves Wally .just as much.

Besides, living in two cities is no problem for a speedster

Nightwing (2016) Issue #15

They're the classic childhood friends to lovers trope without all the backstabbing and betrayal stuff you see in movies. It doesn't matter if people even ship them or not at this point because if you asked them they would probably just marry each other and call it "bromance."

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Sylus prediction: Actually Grandma hated Zayne, what grandmother in her right mind would set up their kid with a quiet, responsible, hypercompetent overachieving 27 year old doctor? 🙄🤚 Get that middle aged pensioner out of here

Grandma knew where its at: BLOOD BOI😍😍😍🩸🩸🩸 Hey blood transfusions aren't cheap you know. Josie knew that MC needs a partner who'd rob a bank for her - financial and otherwise.

Doctor who literally spedrun the whole process just for you? Nuh uh🤨😒

Top Dog of the Underworld, wanted criminal who literally manipulates blood as his EVOL and likely killed off Grandma and her colleagues, MC's literal opp? MY TYPE🗣🗣🗣🗣 (Saweetie voice)

Adding on your other ask here:

Sylus prediction: He's a total pacifist. He forgot he even has an EVOL because he NEVER fights at all. Never ever. He's the type to tell MC "Stop babe! This isn't you!🥹😓" when MC is getting ready to throw down.

He's going to be the softest, purest little lamb, please don't be vulgar around him, he's so innocent😞

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OKAY BUT FOR REAL THO SOFTEST LAMB EVER. INNOCENT. PURE BABY. WHOLESOME.

[aech1gwen]

Happy Birthday, Miles!

A short and late birthday story for Miles inspired by my recent post about Miles and Gwen. (Please forgive me for any writing errors, I have not written fanfiction for almost a year now so I might edit this out along the way as I notice any grammatic errors while rereading.)

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In a familiar rooftop where she had met both the older Morales's, Gwen nervously paces around waiting for her boyfriend to arrive, her heart drumming a fast rhythm as she rethink this whole surprise. Yesterday evening, she had shared this idea with Mrs. Morales who of course, had wholeheartedly supported it and even thanked her for being such a caring lover for Miles. And now, she can't help be more anxious about Miles's reaction.

She knows she shouldn't pressure herself, besides who was she kidding, this is Miles Morales that she's thinking about. The sweetest and kindest man she had known her entire life, a man with the purest of heart who without hesitation would risk himself for others. Gwen knows that anything she gives him is something he'll cherish for on and on. Which is why, she wanted to give him an evening dedicated to just the both of them, an evening where they can lay under the stars and just be Miles and Gwen instead of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman.

 

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In the early sunrise that day, Miles was woken up by the softest melody from a piano being played in his dorm. It was one he didn't recognize, a lovely lullaby of piano keys played together that he could tell was professionally and gracefully played. With how gratifying the music was, Miles had almost fallen back asleep until he realizes that he doesn't have a piano in his dorm and Ganke doesn't play one..

 

So how in the?

 

He begins sit up from his bed, carefully listening to music while slowly reaching up to the door then finally hears words, lyrics rather being sung and he had immediately recognized that comforting and gentle voice.

 

I never thought you'd be the one / To hold my heart / I never knew I'd think of you / Each time that we're apart.

Gwen? Miles peeks outside his dorm room to find his lovely girlfriend gracefully playing a massive piano (how it got there? he'll have to ask later) with her sitting down with her eyes closed but her body facing towards Miles's room. He stares in marvel at the scenery in front of him, completely awestruck with how captivating and pretty she looks playing and singing a the same time. He steps closer to her hoping to get a better hearing and look. The girl smiles in recognizing the boy's footsteps but she doesn't open her eyes yet, her fingers pressing on to the black and white keys with so much grace.

 

Each Day / I'll be the one missing your face / And all that you are / Save me / I promise I'd stay here by your side / And I know from the start.

Then as she begins to play the chorus she opens her eyes only to be greeted by a lovestruck Miles Morales, beaming at her breathtaking little concert and carefully listening to the lyrics. Their eyes met and Miles's smile grew even more as his heart beats to the slow rhythm of the piano. He hummed along with her and she continues on to sing softly whilst Miles just stares and listens. Her eyes fall back to the piano when she finally hits the last chorus. The dorm becomes a stage in the eyes of the birthday boy, he is the audience and she is the performer, the art, the star.

Miles is more focused on the lyrics and the unfamiliar song. Had Gwen recommended this to her yet? Or is it an original piece? Whatever the answer is, Miles felt that she was not merely singing for him but for everything they are.

 

When you're here I realized / I'll be the one to testify / Baby / Say that you're mine tonight.

 

Gwen had ended the song with one last key, looking back at the young man who had stars in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, she beams back at him chuckling at how adorable he looked. "Happy Birthday, Miles." she whispers in the most loving way imaginable.

Ignorant on his surroundings, he flinched at the shout of a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" from behind him, now noticing the other people in the room carrying a little SpiderMan cake with candles lit up. A soft laughter produces out of Gwen at Miles's reaction while he examines them all and saw that both his close friends from the Spider Society and his family had all gathered up here today to surprise him with big smiles on their faces and presents on their hands. He instantly began to burst into tears his mom runs over to embrace him whilst peppering kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

He started to thank everyone for being here with him on his birthday especially his Spider friends. Hobie comes up to him and greets him with a pat on his head, telling him that it was Gwen's idea to have everyone come over and celebrate with Miles for his 16th birthday. "I thought you'd love the idea of having them all with you on your special day," Gwen clarifies, finally standing up from the piano to stride closer to Miles, "they are important to you after all." she finishes.

Miles smiles adoringly at her while also taking in on what she's wearing now that she has stood up fully for him to admire her clothing. "Thank you so much, mi preciosa. You look very gorgeous in that dress, it suits you a lot." Miles compliments, taking Gwen in to give her a massive hug after he was done admiring her look. A moment later, they head back to the Morales's apartment and had started to celebrate. Miles glances around to see his other relatives on the rooftop with magical decorations that drove Miles to burst into tears again. They really had planned this so well. This was most definitely his best birthday yet.  

With his spider friends all dressed in casual clothes to blend in with the crowd while thel had the time of their lives, his parents and relatives coming to him to greet and blab short about how he's matured so much, his mom embarrassingly taking out baby photos of hin to show to his friends as he tries to stop her (he failed), and how Gwen had went with him to his Uncle Aaron's burial to pay respect. The sky becomes dark and his friends had decided to call it a night going back home to their dimensions.

 

Gwen had also excused herself but explained that she'll be right back to grab something from her dimension. She gives Miles a quick peck on the lips and leaves in a rush which brought in a doubtful look on Miles. While waiting for Gwen, he used his time to spend it with his parents chatting about his life as Spiderman and that even though they were terrified of the responsibility and danger, they were proud of him for trusting them and being honest with them.

And honestly, Miles was content with what he has.

After the events of what transpired, he had become more confident about himself. Sure, it did take a while to bring back into his spirit when Miguel had ruined him so badly on both his mental and physical health, but he has his loved ones who had wholeheartedly supported his decisions and everything that he is.

Of course, it also did take a period of time for him to trust his friends again. Gwen had almost.. almost fallen to her fate like the other Gwen Stacy's. Miles will never forget the day she had suddenly said goodbye and "I'm sorry." out of nowhere making Miles worried when she ran off over to the Green Goblin. Hobie had thankfully warned him about the destiny and tragic deaths of every variants of Gwen which that made him manipulate the canon events in order to save her. 

 

.....just in time..

 

When Miles finally caught her hand, he held onto her, clinging like onto her and pulling her close to his chest yet still somehow not close enough for him. He embraced her so close as if she'll really disappear if he let go, if he hadn't made it in time, she might have been. A waterfall of tears streaming down his cheeks silently hoping that she would open her eyes.

And she did. Gwen had whispered his name, opening up for Miles to see her beautiful ocean blue eyes as she looks at him in longing, causing Miles to whisper affirmations in Spanish whilst she clings into him, falling back unconscious and in tears. Mrs. Morales saw it happened right before her own eyes, the uncontrollable sobs this Spiderman (which she later finds out is her son) had displayed in horror of losing Gwen. She had offered to help which resulting to Miles turning back to her unmasked revealing his identity. But he didn't care, he was too focused on the unconscious girl in his arms.

 

Her safety became his top priority.

 

Many months of being the only spiderman had ended and he had been greeted by amazing new people he can rely on and talk to about his troubles. He had managed to break his own canon event and Gwen's. They had spoken about it in the hospital, all those pent up sentiments and feels were both let out and heard, hugs and apologies were exchange, then that was the day they had shared their first kiss... It took Gwen by surprise, but Miles had to find a way to stop Gwen's nonstop apologies for what she did and how she doesn't deserve his forgiveness so Miles did what he had always wanted to do since that day at the rooftop.

 

Of course, it may have taken the young girl by surprise but she did return the kiss with much sweetness and softness, falling into their own rhythm and setting up their own pace as they test the waters.

 

"Mi amor, let's go talk to other umm.. spider people," Mrs. Morales closes the door after she takes a peek at the happenings inside, letting her son and Gwen have their moment. "I'm sure you have some questions to ask them." Jeff agrees without hesitation and leaves to check on the others. The moment they come back, both have fallen asleep in each other's embrace, Miles never felt happier that day.

 

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Half an hour had passed and Gwen hasn't come back yet. Miles tries to contact her through his watch, no response. He begins to worry, so he goes out of his room only to be met by his mom who had wanted to him to follow her back to the rooftop. "You'll see, Miles." Rio had gently replied to Miles's constant curious questions. As they got nearer, Rio steps ahead to unlock the entrance for her son to witness the shimmer in his eyes when he saw his one final surprise.

 

On the rooftop was a rows of fairylights hanging above to light up the whole rooftop. He examines more, observing the small sunflower petals scattered all over the floor and leading to a path in front of him. He hasn't noticed yet, his mom left and closed the door whilst his eyes was too busy processing this magical sight in front of him. He took in the amount of detailed decorations everywhere then brings his gaze back to the petals, that leads all the way to a makeshift blanket fort with his one and only girlfriend, sitting on the opening with that familiar delicate smile and her hair gently swaying with the breeze.

 

"Happy Birthday, Bambi." She welcomed him using the nickname she used for him since he had compared him to a baby deer. Although Gwen usually uses the nickname as a taunting joke, but she said it so softly and filled with fondness that Miles cherished the name more than ever.

 

"Gwen!" He ran into her arms resulting to them both tumbling back into the fort, lying down on the soft blankets that wraps the floor with an enormous amount of pillows. He was practically squeezing her out of bliss that Gwen couldn't help but laugh and returning the hug with much energy. A couple of instants after, he shifts away sufficiently just to give her the sweetest kiss on lips, "I don't know how you did this but I adore you even more for it." Miles whispers in astonishment, his face near to Gwen and lays their foreheads on one another, he can see the soft tinge of pink rising up from her neck to her cheeks.

 

"I'm glad but I have 1 more gift for you." Gwen murmured quietly, unhurriedly sitting up with Miles to grab her gift just right underneath a distinctive sunflower pillow with a baby deer's head in the center of the flower.

 

Miles will have to snatch that later.

 

Whatever the gift was, it was small that Gwen had suppressed it in her fist, not a single clue of what's inside. Curious, Miles peeks at Gwen and notices how her cheeks had darken into a pretty shade of pink as she seizes one of his hands and gives him—

 

A USB?

 

"It's not really much but I just thought tha— that you know—"

 

Miles darts back at Gwen, encouraging her to take her time responding even though curiousness is ingesting him up on what this gift is about. "I always noticed how much you love listening to music. So I thought that whilst Miguel starts assigning me into more missions, I wanted to explore each of those dimensions and listen to their music and also gather songs that made me think of you and songs I know you might like." Gwen describes slowly to Miles, he bobs his head and smiles then finally understands what the gift is for.. "And I also added songs I wrote about you in it so you could hear them." she looks away in embarrassment, but she couldn't see how Miles was flustered and in tears.

 

He was complimented at the understanding that Gwen paid attention to these songs and instantly thought of him or figured out that he'd enjoy them. She seized on many assignments just so she could compile this much songs for him to enjoy and listen because it's what he loves. Gwen knew how much music means to him and she collected these all just for him. It was overwhelmingly endearing of her, so precious that he gently grabbed her face and started peppering kisses in every single portion of it, causing Gwen to chuckle in shock. He never felt so lucky to have her.

 

Later that night, Miles had insisted that they both listen to each playlist of songs. Giving their thoughts and feelings about how they felt about it. And as they reached the playlist of songs that were written by his girlfriend, he requested if she could maybe sing it to him instead. Without delay, she did what he had pleaded for and he slowly fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of her voice, Gwen shortly follows suit. In the early morning hours, Rio had gently covered the blanket on both of them and took a quick picture for Miles that now served as his new phone wallpaper. Miles had downloaded the songs onto his phone and would listen to them constantly when Gwen was away, sketching every vision and meaning with a big smile on his face...

The End.

- "He draws the stars in his lover's eyes as they only appear when they're together in each other's company."

- "The melodies were sweet and bright as he was that made her adore him more than ever."

[life-winners-liveblog]

If you're looking for ideas about karaoke, I know a pretty good duet! It goes a little something like, "I've got a... DEAL WITH DESTINY-" ok I'll stop. Genuinely, though, for a duet I would go with Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men or Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy. I also have Song of the Witches by SJ Tucker up my sleeve, but I do not think you two would know it. *mutters: plus it's technically a three-person song* (Check it out though, it's based on my favorite book!)

-Bel

Scott: Oh! Martyn, you are like fish coded right?

Martyn: Kinda, more pirate...why?

Scott: This next song will be perfect then, It's called Deal with Destiny and I wrote it...with Lizzie.

Martyn: Who's Lizzie- you know what? I don't care.

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Martyn: Oh, I start this time. 🎵Feast your eyes as I share my glorious wares. They are precious antiques, they're exquisitely rare. A magical inksac, some ancient bamboo, a dish of deliciously devilish stew. Make up your mind what fabulous find will it be?🎵

Scott: Doing good Martyn!

Martyn: 🎶I've got a fishing rod, an enchanted book, an iron ingot and a tripwire hook. A hand-crafted stick and a powerful bow, a dinosaur bone and a tasty potato. Maje up your mind what fabulous find will it be?🎶

Scott: And here it comes.

Martyn: 🎵I've got a deal with destiny, a bargain with fate, this buisness is bound to profit me as long as this fool takes the bait.🎶 Your turn Scott.

Scott: 🎶I mean thats all very nice, It's all very well. But I've go those things at Rivendell. I'm hoping for something a little bit new, those boots over there look like they could do. I've made up my mind, that fabulous find is for me!🎵

Martyn: Do you have to be so extra Scott?

Scott: What of course I do! And you missed your lines! 🎶I actually meant the shinier pair, would they be something you're willing to spare? You know I like diamonds, you know I love gold. And teal just suits me or so I've been told. I've made up my mind, that fabulous find is for me!🎶

Martyn: ...yeah, whatever.

Scott: 🎵I've got a deal with destiny, a bargain with fate, this buisness is bound to profit me as long at that fool takes the bait.🎵 Your turn.

Martyn: Huh? Oh right...🎶That sound fair, but what about me? I'm a generous soul but I don't give for free. Rivendell has such a lot in it's coffers, surely theres something of worth you can offer...🎵

Scott: 🎵Of course, I've got: The oldest wood from the tallest pine, the toughest stone from the deepest mine, the purest snow from the highest peak, the softest wool from the fluffiest sheep! ...make up your mind, what fabulous find will it be~?🎶

Martyn: How did you do that with your voice?

Scott: Training, did you like it? ...well guess we aren't doing the whole Lizzie and me bantering are we?

Martyn: Not doing that, let's just start singing when It's our turn again.

Scott: Fine...here we go. 🎵So do we have a deal?🎵

Martyn: 🎶Deal🎶

Scott/Martyn: 🎶I've got a deal (I've got a deal) with destiny (with destiny) a bargain with fate, this buisness is bound (and It's bound) to profit me (to profit me) now that this fool's made a deal (I've got a deal) with destiny (with destiny) a bargain with fate, this buisness is bound (and It's bound) to profit me. Now that this fool took the bait!🎶

Scott: That's done-

Martyn: It's not.

Scott: What?

Martyn: Theres another part here in the lyrics.

Scott: Wait...Really??

Martyn: Yeah...and It's mine to sing.

Scott: Huh. Go ahead?

Martyn: 🎶I've got to...deal with destiny, I've bargained with fate... this buisness is bound to the prophecy... Am I the fool? Have I just made a mistake?🎵

Scott: ...I...uh.

[midnightsun-if]

What sort of history does our grandmother have? 👀

Can you give us a snippet or some more tidbits about her? When will we be able to meet her in game?

You’ll meet Elizabeth later on, probably when the rest of the family arrives in Aurelian, but you’ll probably be able to write to her before then if you’d like to do so.

As for her history? Well, I suppose I can write something from an event that happened a while back.

Theodore Greer, resident of a small town just outside London, jerks awake, hazel eyes blearily blinking open as he tries to see through the blood encrusting the left one. Heavy shackles bind him to the floor, a rickety stool being the only thing keeping him from the dirty surface, and the air stank with various different odors— none of them pleasant— but it was the overwhelming undertone of metallic copper that made him want to hurl up what he had eaten that morning.

Was it this morning that he had eaten with his wife? He couldn’t remember. Squeezing his eyes shut, while trying to ignore the dull throbbing of his skull, he tried to recall anything that could help him piece together what had happened. He recalled eating with his wife— slightly burnt toast with eggs— and going off to work— after he had kissed his wife on the cheek— with the intent to see Isobel that night; as he hadn’t been able to visit her for the last fortnight due to his wife’s growing suspicions.

But what happened after he left work? From the point he had stepped out of the building he called his job to now? Everything was just complete darkness— as if it had been erased entirely from his mind.

“Watching humans try to piece things together is always fun to observe.” A light voice whispers out from the shadows of the room, causing Theodore to jerk back in surprise. The husky chuckle, intermixed with a dark undertone, that rumbles out, almost like a growl, due to the action, raises all the hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s quite adorable the way your childlike brains try to grasp the greater world around you.”

Theodore finally catches sight of the figure leaning against the wall, shrouded by darkness. How long had she been standing there? Had she been there this entire time? Is she stuck here too?

Even as the last thought crossed his mind, Theodore knew it couldn’t be further from the truth. Knew that this woman could never be the prey of anything— that she was a born hunter— and that he had unwittingly become her target.

“W—” He clears his throat, trying to sound more assertive than he felt. “Who the hell are you? Why am I here?”

Another chuckle rings across the room, the woman finally stepping into the light the lanterns casted off. A long gown, of the richest maroon, hugs her body, the corset accentuating the fullness of her chest, as delicate ringlets of the softest gold cascades across her shoulders, her fair complexion seemingly glowing because of it. The sight of such a beautiful woman would normally bring some semblance of enjoyment, but looking into the woman’s eyes— that were the color of the purest ruby— he knew that it was a front to the monster that lurked beneath the surface, a gorgeous facade hiding a dark truth.

“I’ve been observing you for a while, Theodore.” Full lips tick up into a smile, none of the emotion reaching the sharpness of her gaze. “Watching as you gallivant around in your pathetic excuse of a life.” The woman stoops to be at eye level with him. “It was almost charming in a way. Seeing you walk around town like you were biggest name there, but you’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Theodore?”

He shakes his head, a lead weight settling within his gut. “N-No!”

“Really?” She tilts her head. “Would your darling wife agree to that? Such a sweet woman, I truly don’t see what she sees in you. Although she could definitely learn how to make a proper cup of tea—” A delicate wrinkle of distaste appears between an elegant brow. “—Hers tasted a bit weak.”

“What did you do to her?” Surging forward, despite his chains, Theodore almost spits out his next words. “What the hell did you to my wife?”

“Nothing, you insipid little man. Not that you’d know about doing anything to her.” Gripping his cheeks, talon-like nails dig into Theodore’s cheeks, a grip that forces his head back. The ease in which the woman is able to mould his body how she wishes causes another bolt of fear to surge through him. “I tend to not indulge myself with humans, you’re gone within the blink of an eye regardless, why should I care how you decide to destroy one another? No—” She tilts her head, strands of gold falling in a dazzling curtain. “My business with you goes a bit deeper than that. You’ve been dealing with a new partner, haven’t you? One that’s been given you just a bit more money every week to offer specific supplies.”

The lead weight becomes an unbearable mass that he’d never be able to move from— impending doom looming over him with every second.

“My how pallid your face has become, I expect you know exactly what I’m talking about. You see—” She jerks his head further up, displaying more of his neck. “That partner of yours hasn’t been the happiest with you. As you’ve left him quite empty-handed the last couple of times you’ve seen him. Something that’s caused more issues with a group of individuals that decided, instead of waiting for a reliable transaction, they’d take their own approach to the issue. I assume you know about that little town massacre a few hours from here?”

“What?” Theodore shakes his head, straining his body against her iron-clad hold. “No. No. I didn’t help cause that.”

“You didn’t help prevent it either.” Letting go of his cheeks, Theodore is almost surprised at the blood now falling from the incisions her nails had left behind. “I was tasked with handling that little incident, as well as the ones that caused it, which has left me a bit hungry and in need of a solution that’ll solve my problems down the road. Do you know what I’ve come to the conclusion of?”

He gulps. “W-What?”

Leaning forward the woman tilts her head and gently licks the trail of blood rolling down his left cheek, a sound rumbling from deep within her chest at the taste.

“I’m going to get rid of you, find an actually reliable mule, and have some dinner after the day I’ve had.” She pulls back, crimson-red now staining her lips. “And I’m so looking forward to hearing you scream.”

He’s not able to react, or respond, before the hand that had been steadily creeping up his back grips the back of his neck, fully exposing his neck, and she lunges forward.

[drottni]

LBFAD rewatch observations part 3

1. "Why should I care about the likes and dislikes of a small flower spirit" when she says she's glad he is gone 🥺🥺🥺 Babbyyy was already feeling it eh.

2. XLH immediately being able to empathize with him and compare her 1000 years of loneliness with his 10 000 years of loneliness 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Babbyy. Her being upset that he left without a goodbye and then the little softening of his expression >>>> "I HAVE DIED EVERY DAY WAITING FOR YOUUUU" indeeeeed. My fave song fits my fave couple sooo much.

3. "From now on I will collect this for you" . It wasn't a one time thing! He did this every morning for her? Sir? The bar is through the roof.

4. The way he hesitates and the look he gives her and the curious hopeful look she gives him before he blows on the water reluctantly to cool it down 😭😭😭😭 He really thought "am I gonna do this. Mighty Benzuo gonna blow on this little flower's water for her. God Im gonna do it aren't I *sigh* "

5. "Why are you back so late? I left your dinner in the kitchen. Go get it yourself I am going to bed." They are married your honor.

6. Wait have they been translating as Eternal Fire always? Or was it Hellfire? Did I just not notice...

7. DFQC's expressions while studying the Xilan scroll to care for his little flower is me trying to study for my exam for the 100th time. " *sigh* okay what now...here we go again *eye roll* so done with this " and then immediately giving myself a pep talk too "I can do everything in this world. This? How can it be difficult for me?" Yass gurl lezz go you got this.

8. DFQC being able to come and go wherever he pleases in Shuiyuntian and no one can even see him is such a superpower. I need that.

9. XLH running and leaving DFQC to fend for himself 🤝 XLH immediately running back and shielding herself behind DFQC. 😆 Love her.

10. Him turning her head with one hand to face the sun is me to my plants when I rotate them. Like "aight you, little one, you need to face this way you lil bum. Get some sun or you will die."

11. God them watching the sunrise and that BGM is just so beautiful. And the softest expression on his face. 🥺

12. DFQC on his little rant about the Fairy realm: XLH not listening, in complete bliss: XLH: Daqiang, thank you *purest smile* DFQC mid rant: and I- *record scratch sound* *head empty, no thoughts, just, her* *soft stare*

13. "In the three realms nobody is worse than me" *smirk* "You even strive to be the top in that" "I'm the worst one, no need to strive for it" *pout* I love a competitive king. Stan.

14. This mans making the most disgusting looking (and tasting) flower soup and asking her very intently "is it good" is me making any food and asking again and again "was it okay? was it good? it was good right?" Also how did he not FEEEL her disgust at the soup through the curse 😆 Unless her feelings of joy at his care were stronger than her feelings of disgust at the soup. 😄

15. Can we talk about how soft he is with her after Danyin hurts her. Like from the minute he becomes visible again his expressions his body language is so tender and caring. The little frown on his face when he looks down at her like "my lil floof is sad and down come here". The way he picks her up and gently asks "are you afraid of her?" His immediate offer to take care of it for her 😭😭😭😭😭 WHERE IS MY DFQC. We all deserve a DFCQ in our lives.

16. Changheng really said "I can give you the stars" and did (Firefly Stone) but poor boy stood no chance. XLH said thanks but I got the Moon. Bye.

[feralyrica]

I am MELTING ON THE FLOOR over how much i love the entire Horizons cast a;dslfjk like losing ash is still. very bittersweet. but every single character in the new series is like engineered to appeal to me and it's Very Rude

(gonna go off about everyone below the cut bc i need to scream into the void for a bit)

so first off Liko?? little anxious baby, freezes up from overthinking, a DRASTIC change from past characters and a very bold choice for the like main protagonist but one that feels necessary to really differentiate this new series from the old,, then her (over)willingness to sacrifice herself (please, sweetheart, please get over that i am begging you nobody wants to see you get captured)??? and then her dynamics with all of the other characters are PERFECT, especially Nyaoha and Roy (even though they've. just met) and i can't wait to see how they develop!!

then ROY. Baby. Baby boy. Pure sunshine. I think he may be the single purest character in the entire franchise. Him and Hogator are SO CUTE (if you haven't seen the new episode yet PLEASE watch it i cried from the cuteness) and i can't wait to see how he officially joins the gang (i have. theories. but we shall see) and again, the dynamic with Liko is. absolutely beautiful a;sdflj

then FRIEDE. man. man is cocky, a bit of a himbo ("What? didn't I mention that?" SIR excuse me that was important,,,) but also intelligent enough to be a professor, i am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH for more backstory. (...plus he's pretty ok). Also i don't feel right giving him his own section in this but shout out to Cap. The power. The STANCE in that chair. The cockiness that he shares with Friede (who is? his trainer? I guess? despite deferring to him in most matters involving the ship) and that is tbh very well deserved. also i love that they gave him a distinctly different battling style to Ash's pikachu!! well done making him feel like his own unique character

the rest of the Rising Volt Tacklers (who can share a section just bc they. have not had much screentime yet) are also just. fantastic. Murdock with his cute little puppy being the biggest softest man around (and completely failing his section in the ED a;dfsjk i'm so glad they made him Incapable of Being Cool), and then Orla being just. so tired half the time (mood) and also HELLA cool, just based on vibes, and MOLLIE (and oh, I do love the theories about her being a Joy. i beg of you, GIVE ME THE BACKSTORY, POKEMON) with her smirks and glares and her angry chansey jacket just generally being a boss and the opposite of what you'd expect from a healer,,, and Ludlow who... I don't have much to say about other than that I'm side-eyeing his beard. I don't believe it's real. where is his FACE. but i'm interested to learn more about what the hell he's doing with this group a;sdfkj

and then there's THE EXPLORERS!! who are apparently notorious, for reasons that will hopefully be elaborated on. i usually love villain characters so no surprises here but I LOVE THEM,,, they're already significantly more ruthless than most past villains so that is. very very fun. Conia is very very funny with her feelings on nyaoha as;kdflj and then Zir is a little bit less developed thus far but so far he seems to be kind of the more serious of the two and i'm really excited to see how he goes from here on out!! and then AMETHIO. i may have missed something in my initial watch but i honestly assumed he was a rather short adult from his speaking style and how the others deferred to him,, but I'm now thinking meant to be like older teens? definitely older than Liko but now i'm SO CURIOUS as to how he ended up in his position here. and he is also!! so pretty!! top tier design a;sldkfj i'm just in love with the trio's dynamics and i NEED to know their goals and what they plan to do with Liko and the pendant (and. if i'm right about how the next episode is gonna go. very soon Roy and his ball will be added to that list) i am DYING of anticipation

(also that's all for the main main charas but shout out to Anne, best gremlin, Liko deserves such a chaotic friend it'll be good for her and i'm so glad they're staying in touch!!)

idk i'm just like. i'm still sad over ash and idk if that'll go away anytime soon but this new series is really, really good so far, and i'm SO glad, because if it hadn't started off strong then i am absolutely certain that people would've completely trashed it, but it's vibrant and exciting in a totally different but just as engaging way as Ash's story was and i'm just. idk i'm really happy ;w; and will probably spend too much money on merch but that's just how it goes a;lsdkfj

[hollyhomburg]

Ur mood boards are always the best but this one takes the cake like hobi and mc are so cinnamon Lana del Rey vibes and just the purest softest sunshine babies

This is really funny because chemtrails over the country club has been on repeat through this whole chapter. like literally that's the song i picture playing when Hobi's railing her.

i could itemize this chapter by song and scene tbh. like the forward is all mama's boy by dominic fike immediately followed by mitszki and mine all mine when yoongi is there, then CTOTCC while they're fucking. and then black friday by tom oddell and cant catch me now by olivia rodrigo while they're making cakes <3 hobi's love story is so musical to me!

[kpopjust4u]

Life changing situations (Part 3)

Please read part 1 and 2 before reading this one.

Post Date: 20th November 2022 Content: Angst/ Fluff - EXO Baekhyun x Reader x EXO Chanyeol WC: 3K TW?: Fuck Boy! x Mafia!Baekhyun/ Mafia!Chanyeol/ Pregnant Reader/ Mentions of Abuse/ Mentions of trauma/ Strangers to lovers/ Request?: Yes

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Since leaving you on the curb outside of the charity event, sobbing into your hands as pain shoots through your stomach, Baekhyun is long gone. Leaving you completely alone there, well as you thought you were.

“Are you okay?” A soft, deep voice calls out from behind, a hand being placed on your back as you turn around to look at the mafia boss who caught your eyes on the way in, “Do you need assistance getting up?”.

Looking into your eyes, you slowly get lost in them. They were the softest and purest set of eyes that you’ve ever seen, especially for a mafia boss, and after the reputation of Baekhyun, you never thought you’d see a nice side to one.

“I’m okay, honestly,” You rush to swipe the tears away from your face with your hands, them being replaced with the soft swipes of his napkin on your face, kneeling down next to you as he gently held your face.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He softly asks with a small smile, cheering you up in the process with how his smile matches his eyes, soft and so sweet. It made you think about how could he be a mafia boss with a smile as gentle as his.

Just as you were about to reply, the sharpest pain in your side makes you jolt, hand flying to your side to put pressure on it as you wince in pain. Chanyeol’s eyes widen sympathetically as he calls for his men, signaling them to get the car ready.

Trying to assist you to your feet, you almost collapse on yourself as your knees feel like jelly with the way that Baekhyun threw you around, whilst trying to resist getting help from Chanyeol.

“I’ll be fine, just a small pain. Happens all the-” The pain hits again and you collapse into Chanyeol’s arms, he and his men carry you to the car, gently setting you down on the seat before the sound of the car engine roars through the town. 

Though you weren’t anything to do with him, Chanyeol stays by your side, sitting in the back seat with you, holding you close and caressing your hair, trying to reassure you that you will be okay. That the baby will be okay. If he didn’t already hate Baekhyun, he does for definite now. He could tell that you were a victim to Baekhyun’s game, to his control and part of him wanted the car to turn around to go to his place, just have some “kind” words. 

He couldn’t care what the other mafia boss’ have to say about helping you. The second he laid his eyes on you, he knew what you were going through, feeling helpless at the start as he knew he couldn’t help you in front of Baekhyun. But now he’s got you in his care, he’s going to make sure that he doesn’t come anywhere near you again. 

“Not long until we’re there, okay?” Chanyeol whispers, hand on your head as his fingers play with your hair, “You’ll get seen straight away, I promise”. How could someone who’s a mafia boss be so caring? And for you? Someone he barely even knows. 

“Why are you helping me? Aren’t you rivals with Baekhyun?” You ask through the pain, moving to be able to look at him as the sour expression on his face indicates that it's deeper than just being mafia rivals. 

“Because you deserve to be looked after. I promise he’s not going to come near you again,” he forces a smile, tongue bit slightly, purely from the rage he feels for the way you’ve been treated. He knows that this wasn’t the first time Baekhyu has lashed out at you and it makes him angrier.

Taken aback by how genuine he was, you were worried for him. Baekhyun was merciless and if he catches the both of you together even though Chanyeol is trying to help you, both of you will suffer consequences. And you weren’t ready for that. However, you try and enjoy being in the safety of this stranger. Though he was a stranger to you, he feels safer to be around than Baekhyun ever made you feel. 

Getting to the hospital, two of his men rush to grab you a wheelchair, not letting you walk in, especially if you were going to collapse on yourself again. Though Chanyeol never leaves your side, being the one to offer to push you through the hospital to the reception. 

He must be a known face there, or it just might be his charms that gets you in the priority risk at the top of the to-be-seen list, the nurses and receptionists smiling at him and thanking him for bringing you in. 

“What’s all that about?” You laugh through the pain, rolling your eyes playfully as he leans down over your shoulder.

“I’m a kind and gentle person, anyone in need I bring in. I hope you don’t think I’m like the rest of the disgusting human beings that call themselves mafia bosses,” he laughs back, smiling more when he sees a genuine smile grow across your face. 

He finds you absolutely perfect and wonders how Baekhyun could do anything bad to you. He wouldn’t even bare touch you unless it was with a gentle hand to console you, like earlier on in the car. 

Your discussion gets cut short when one of the nurses calls for you, insisting that Chanyeol stays behind whilst they take you to get checked, promising to keep him updated on anything as it was evident that he wasn’t going to up and leave you as he does with the rest after they get taken into the care of the hospital.

“Is she going to be okay?” Chanyeol questions one of the nurses who share a brief smile with him, wondering how he could worry about someone he barely knows. 

“She should be herself, but not sure about the baby. Once we know what’s going on, we’ll let you know,” the nurse replies, nodding before making her way to join you in the assessment room. 

It felt like hours since he’d heard anything of your well-being, despite the fact that it’s only been half hour. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room as he awaits some information, getting distracted when he notices a familiar face walking past the window, well, storming past the window and bursting through the waiting room doors. 

“Where is she?!” Baekhyun bellows, the nurses and poor other patients waiting to be seen turn in panic, Chanyeol struts over to him, trying to move him out of the room.

“Don’t make a scene here, and she’s in good care after YOU threw her outside. She’s taking care of herself and her child,” Chanyeol grits his teeth, trying to keep his cool instead of ripping his head off there and then.

Baekhyun looks him up and down, scoffs, and rolls his eyes, “Who are you to say that? She belongs to me, and that child is mine too. Knew you’d be the one to come to her rescue”.

Chanyeol bites his tongue, itching to hit him but holds back, purely for the fact he wants to be there for you and he wouldn’t be able to if he starts a fight. Instead, he just walks outside, knowing Baekhyun would follow him.

“She doesn’t belong to you and that child she’s carrying is hers. What have you done for them? Nothing but abuse them. Now get out of here before you ruin her life even more,” Chanyeol hisses, walking back into the building and leaving the hospital security to swap places with him, they were given in a work by Chanyeol’s men to keep an eye out for him.

All he could hear was Baekhyun cussing out the security, trying to use his status against them but luckily enough, they don’t fall into his trap. Chanyeol gets into the waiting room in time for one of the nurses to call him over, walking through the hallways with him to direct him. 

“Y/N is going to be fine, and the baby will be too. We just want to keep them in for observations overnight just in case things take a turn but they shouldn’t,” the nurse smiles reassuringly, opening the door for him to enter your room.

“Thank you, nurse,” Chanyeol smiles back, turning with a bigger grin at you, walking to the side of your bed as he takes a seat next to you, taking your hand into his and for a moment, you just enjoy each other’s company.

However, you were on edge, after hearing Baekhyun’s shouting, you knew he was here for you. “He’s out there isn’t he?” you choke on your words, fighting back tears. 

All Chanyeol does was nod, his face once again turning sour, hatred for Baekhyun coming right back through as he grips your hand tighter, “He’s not going to come near you again, I’ll make sure of it...” He pauses for a moment, thinking of how to save you, “I’ll get my men to sort out a room for you back at my place, with a nursery. Until you can get on your feet and do whatever you want to do for you and the little one”. 

In shock at his nice gesture, your mouth and eyes widen, almost not willing to trust him after your experience with Baekhyun. His niceness could be a whole facade, and you could be in a worse situation.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, a tear falling down your face, as he swipes it away for you, understanding that there may be a wall of safety put up and he knows it’s hard to trust a mafia boss after Baekhyun.

“Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again, it would kill me if he manages to get his hands on you again. I would never be able to forgive myself for letting you out of my protection,” he sighs, his leg bouncing from the thought of you getting hurt. 

What you didn’t realize is that Chanyeol fell for you, love at first sight and even if you never feel the same way for him, he’d still want to protect you and the baby. 

“I don’t want to be a burden, what if he finds out?” You sniff, shaking from pure fear, trying your best to hide your emotions but with your hormones, it was impossible to.

“He won’t, I won’t let him come anywhere near you. My men will protect you from him even if he did try. You’ll always have a bodyguard if you’re not with me. Plus you won’t be a burden, I’d love to have you around,” he replies, sharing a small smile as he loosens the grip on your hand.

Raising the other hand - which you flinch at -  he waits a second for you to calm down so he can gently caress your face, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside as well as protected. 

It was going to take some time to trust him, even though your heart wants to -you just want to protect yourself, protect the life growing inside of you. 

You've come to an agreement, he completely respects your choices and requests about staying with him. Mainly about having your own personal space, giving you time to adjust and trust him. He couldn’t blame you for taking precautions, he was just happy that he knew he was going to be able to protect you. 

You were slowly starting to see him as your guardian angel, and anything would be better than being back in Baekhyun’s care. Well, lack of it. As of this point, you just see him as someone who genuinely cares for people, ignoring your heart when it cries to feel love for him. Being your savior and genuinely showing he cares, you were giving yourself time before you let yourself fall in love, but that probably isn’t going to last long enough.

“Please don’t leave me here alone,” you beg, gripping his hand as he goes to get up just to get you something to drink and eat.

“I won’t I promise, I was going to grab you something to snack on and drink, what are you craving?” He laughs, sitting on the bed, hand in yours as his eyes glisten at you.

Rubbing and looking down at your stomach, you smile, telepathically speaking to your new reason to live before looking back at him with a huge grin, “Oh, cup of tea and something chocolatey,” you reply, admiring his gentle face.

“I’ll get my men to stand outside the door, you deserve something better than plain hospital food, I won’t be long, I promise,” he smiles, gently placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room, his men taking place by the door.

At that moment, you realized how safe you really were. You hated how it came to this but if you didn’t go to that charity event, you wouldn’t have ended up being cared for by Chanyeol, and you were entirely grateful.

*Time skip*

It’s been four months since you moved in with Chanyeol and you couldn’t ask for anything better. As promised, he gave you your personal space, letting you be free in his home, even if you did have to go outside with one of his men, or him. You found yourself enjoying your life, and not only that, but you’re now 8 months along. Getting so close to meeting your little bundle of joy.

As you’re chilling in the dining room, digging into the cookies that Chanyeol had made only for you, you hear knocking at the door. Then you hear Chanyeol’s low growl, “What are you doing here?”.

You knew you should stay where you were, but your interest peaks at the worst times, curious as to who it could possibly be. 

“I need to see her, please. She’s carrying my child. I miss her,” it was evident that it was Baekhyun’s voice the closer you got to the front door, his figure hidden by Chanyeol’s tall frame. 

For once, you hear mercy and remorse in Baekhyun’s voice as it sounds like he was choking on his words from crying, tears strolling down his face. 

“You only miss using her as a bloody punching bag. She’s living a good life now, thanks to you leaving her for me to save,” Chanyeol says sarcastically at first, his voice turning soft when he realizes how much happier you’ve been getting.

He knew you were still having nightmares, comforting you at night, letting you cuddle up to him when you needed to vent and cry into his chest. His love for you only grows, but respectfully keeps a distance when it comes to that. You’ve been through enough already without him trying to push his interest in you onto you when you’re trying to live for yourself and your unborn child. 

“Yeollie, who is it?” You try to act strong, pretending you didn’t hear anything and just heard him speaking to someone.

Yes, you had a nickname for him now, your relationship being more relaxed and actually being close together in such a short amount of time earned him that. He turns around in surprise, smiling at you as Baekhyun peaks around him, trying to test his luck by pushing past Chanyeol but doesn’t get very far.

“Oh, it’s you,” you roll your eyes, strolling towards Chanyeol and intertwining your fingers with his, holding his hand and making sure that Baekhyun saw, “What do you want?”.

Chanyeol is so proud of how far you’ve come, smiling to himself, completely in love and heart racing when your fingers intertwine with his. He especially loves Baekhyun’s facial expression seeing your hand in his. 

“Wow, you’re glowing,” Baekhyun answers in awe, and it was evident something went through his mind to even come over crying, complimenting you and you knew it hurt him to see you happy. 

“Thanks. But seriously, what do you want?” You bite, standing slightly in front of Chanyeol, inching closer to test Baekhyun’s behavior, knowing how you have Chanyeol and his men have your back. 

However, he doesn’t do anything. 

He stands there, tears rolling down his face, full of regret. 

“I suggest you leave. But before you do, I have something to say. I hate you, I really do. But if you were actually wanting to have a place in this child’s life, you can visit when he’s born. But I ain’t trusting you alone with him until he can make his own decisions to see you by himself until he’s 18. Got me?” Your voice is firm, still holding Chanyeol’s hand. 

“Okay.” Was all Baekhyun could reply, knowing that there was no way he could fix things between you. Leaving you alone as he walks away, head hanging low. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Chanyeol cheers once the door is closed, pulling you in for a hug, a warm and gentle hug. The best type.

It hits you there and then. How much you’ve been denying your heart of any love because of your trauma with Baekhyun. How Chanyeol has proved himself to be the man you’ve always wished for.

Peeling away from the hug, you feel a kick, making you smile as you look down at your unborn son, “We’re home buddy”.

At your words, Chanyeol’s jaw drops, not wanting to jump to conclusions but he’s too happy from hearing that to hold it back, “Home?”.

“Yeah, we’re home now,” you giggle, another happy kick, “Look, I don’t want to jump into it too fast, but this has made me realize that I can’t see myself anywhere but here, with you”.

With that, you reach up, kissing Chanyeol gently as he softens into the kiss, smiling and gently cupping your face. It felt like everything was setting into place perfectly. You knew you were going to have a good life, bringing a child into the world knowing it’ll be loved and so safe. It made you happy.. 

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[nuagederose]

kinktober 2022 // day eight: dreaming of you  prompt: voice kink (courtesy of @the-purity-pen) pairing: alex/eric (flowers for alexander) also on ao3 💋

oh, i had fun here

To think about Alex.

To think of him in his purest, most naked form in the rouse of rain.

To think of him when no one knew as to how he felt about him. The thoughts pervaded throughout his mind, such that he could scarcely think of anything else once they welled up within him. It was almost too much for him, especially since his wife was the one carrying his baby, and she was coming along rather smoothly despite the injury to her foot courtesy of the steam pillar. The thoughts of Alex haunted about the catacombs of his mind, complete with those parted lips and those hooded eyes, those long black curls and the milky round face.

Such a beautiful boy, such that it annoyed him to no end.

Eric often found himself lying awake at night next to Florence and her growing baby bump. She was already showing at five and a half months along, and he knew that he would have to cram those thoughts down in another three and a half. He swore that, with all that the two of them had gone through with the advent of the steam, he would always devote himself to her forever. Their relationship was going to be more airtight than ever, especially with their baby on the way in only the span of a single season.

But at the witching hour, at three in the morning, he woke up to the thought of Alex before him like an incubus ready to take him under to his shadow realm. He gazed up to the ceiling and the faint shadows courtesy of the street lamp on the corner outside.

The amber light only added to the eerie feeling of Alex’s presence.

His body was beautiful, but there was one thing that Eric couldn’t hardly remove his mind from with him: the soft, deep warmth of Alex’s voice. When he smiled and spoke of words of knowledge and life itself, it was as if he spoke from the heart with it all. Something so sweet and warm could cozy him from head to toe, and it would hardly suffice a mere fraction of the warmth and fullness of Alex’s voice. Warm and silky like wild honey straight out of the beehive.

There were times in which Eric believed that Alex had a tongue of velvet, the silkiest and softest tulle of the finest velvet that he could ever dream of, and every word rolled forth as if to comfort him. As if the eyes and the soft lips were not enough, he seduced by way of soft, precious velvet. The mere sound of his voice haunted Eric’s mind more than his own body.

His wiry, gorgeous body was only the tip of the iceberg with the softness and tenderness of his voice. To bring it all together and all Eric could imagine was the complete package in all his beauty.

All his perfect beauty that left Eric wanting more and more, and such that Florence’s presence did not suffice in the least.

The thought of that made him grimace. He loved Florence, and he loved her so much that he was willing to take her in and hold her in the way that Alex could not for her. The boy was silky and sweet, but she found her way into his arms, and Eric got her pregnant, as if to assert his power and dominance. Quite the feat, it was as if he had won a bet of some kind, even though no one made a bet at all at any given point.

Besides, with the pregnancy, there was no way out of the deal at that point, not with the seed planted and the nourishment feeding it all the while.

Alex would always be the beauty, the delicate, shapely, gorgeous young buck with the lush black hair with the tiny gray sliver at the crown and the silky voice, and that was it.

And Eric wanted it. Eric wanted it all under his tongue.

He wanted it so bad that his own desires awoke him in the middle of the night, and he was met with the amber light from the street down below their apartment.

Florence lay on her back right next to him: the bedsheet covered her body up to her breasts, which in turn accentuated the slightly rounded shape of her belly. Sound asleep and as placid as ever, and Eric couldn’t fall back to sleep even with the sight of her there next to him.

He hoisted himself onto his elbows for a better look at her there. She was the one for him as from what he had promised to himself. But there was no denying on how he felt about Alex.

To bring those thoughts to life. To hook onto the tail of those dreams and bring them back down to earth for a dose of reality.

The other alternative was having them drive him to the point of madness.

Careful not to wake her, he sat up and he slid his legs out from under the blankets, and he sat on the edge of the bed. Eric peered over his shoulder to ensure that Florence was still asleep: she never stirred for a second.

He kept it going, and he crept across the carpet to the bedroom door which hung slightly ajar. It swung open in silence and he sidled on out of there to the dark, short corridor to the living room and then the front door. Alex didn’t live too far from there, only a few blocks away in those cozy apartments that overlooked the water.

He felt like such a whore when he thought about his own desires. Between his own marriage and the fact that his fantasies about Alex began to spill over at that point, there was no way that he could ever imagine himself as anything more than the truth at that moment.

There was the eavesdropping the night before, when Florence had invited Francine over to dinner, and Eric paid very little attention to their conversation, until well after the fact and the two of them believed that he was out of earshot. Those two girls knew something that remained far beyond his comprehension from what he could gather in the snippets of dull conversation before him. He had peeled off his shirt and changed into a clean white tee with flannel pajama bottoms.

Something told him it was going to be a regular thing to wear to bed with the baby coming in a few months’ time.

He stumbled out of the bedroom once he had changed his clothes and no sooner had he reached the hall when he heard his own name mentioned from the kitchen.

Eric swallowed and ran his fingers through his smooth straight black hair right out of his face. Careful not to bring attention to himself, he crept back to the kitchen where he heard those two women conversing with one another.

“—yeah, I guess,” Francine said.

“You know, Alex asked about you,” Florence told her in a low voice, and Francine hesitated right then.

“What’d he ask about with me?”

Eric pressed his back to the wall and kept his hands down below his waist to hold himself steady. The mere mention of Alex’s name made his heart skip a few beats.

“He just wanted to know how you were doing,” Florence replied. “God, you know, sometimes I forget how sweet he is.”

“He seems a little standoffish, though, Flo,” Francine confessed. “You know, he just lingers on the other side of the room with that little red guitar plunked across his lap and doesn’t talk to anyone. I don’t know how the guys from Testament do it.”

Eric pursed his lips at that. Oh, how Francine had so much to learn from them. Testament had great chemistry, even in the face of the steam. If anything, the steam only made their dynamic even tighter and more astute than any of the other thrash metal bands on the scene then. It was best to work with it rather than stave any part of it away: it perforated every aspect of life at that point, and thus, no avoiding of it whatsoever.

“That’s just how he is, Frankie,” Florence pointed out. “He’s a very diligent, very intelligent young man. I keep saying it, too: you and him should get together at some point. You guys’d be so cute.”

Eric raised his eyebrows at that.

“I don’t know…” Francine confessed, and her voice trailed off.

“I went out with him for a while,” Florence continued. “Really, trust me, Frankie. He’s a good boy. He’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, but you’re married to Eric now,” Francine insisted. “You’re also pregnant with his baby, too.”

“We have better chemistry,” she assured her. “It’s not like I completely left Alex behind in the dirt, either.”

There was a silence, but silence said a thousand words to Eric on the other side of the wall, such that he returned to the bedroom with all of that fresh in mind.

If Francine was going to get down with the voice, that voice that crowded his way into his dreams, then he would have to get into it first.

Thus, he reached the front porch at the witching hour, at three o’clock in the morning, and the sky overhead remained black, as black as the velvet that comprised Alex’s curls. He quietly closed the door behind him and, using the amber light of the streetlight, he descended the stairs to the grassy courtyard down below. Blackness surrounded him all the way along the sidewalk to the street.

No one else on the street, or there in the little parking lot outside of the apartment complex.

The lamps along the sidewalk lit his way, all the way to the corner. No cars were on the street: the sole noise came from the freeway not too far from there, and even then, there wasn’t a whole lot of white noise to go about, either.

Left turn and up the slight rise in the pavement. The next corner up and the wind picked up at his back.

“Eric?”

He turned his head and glanced across the street. There, under the awning of the café across the street with an acoustic guitar rested upon his lap, was Alex.

Instinctively, Eric glanced about the dark, deserted street and he padded over the blacktop to the other curb. The amber glow of the street lamps caressed Alex’s round face and softened those lips and those deep eyes: even in the darkness, the minute gray streak at the crown of his head was bright and prominent. He genuinely resembled to a prince right then, especially when Eric noticed the black velvet button-up shirt and matching loose trousers about his body.

“What are you doing out here?” Eric asked him as he neared the round little table on the faded gray boards outside of the pitch-dark café and he stood before him with one hand on his hip.

“I should ask you the same thing,” Alex retorted back to him with a straight face. He kept his right hand over the strings on the guitar body: in the dim light, Eric could see the little pick nestled in between his fingers.

“Um…” Eric pursed his lips and brought his hands behind his back, which in turn moved his chest out before him.

“I second that,” Alex said with a gentle strum of the strings. “Came out here because it’s a clear night and I couldn’t sleep because the steam pipes kept making this annoying noise.” His voice was low and sweet, as if he was talking to him while in bed.

“I came out here because—I, too, couldn’t sleep,” Eric followed it up. “But I—have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Like what? You can tell me.”

“Seriously?” Eric swallowed and it felt as though his body wanted to collapse right then and there on the hard wooden boards.

“Seriously,” Alex echoed him, and he strummed again, a warm, smooth tone emerged from those six strings.

“Is this velvet?” Eric asked him with a gesture to his clothes.

“Nylon,” Alex replied with haste.

“No, I mean, what you’re wearing here.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I found these in my closet.”

“In your closet.”

“Yeah, it was funny—I didn’t even know the pants were in there. The shirt, I’ve had for a while, but the pants, I was clueless about before. I put them on and I felt really good in these. In fact, the thought of wearing these made me feel so good that that was why I couldn’t sleep.”

Eric swallowed again, and his throat closed up. It felt so dry and parched at the back that it caught him off guard given the utter humidity of the Bay Area. Though the sky overhead was clear, he was surprised that the fog hadn’t rolled in at any given point over the course of the evening. It didn’t help that Alex’s crisp, sensual voice sounded as if he was seducing him right then and there.

“Have a seat,” Alex beckoned him with a gesture to the spindly chair next to him. Eric cleared his throat and he lunged for the chair; all the while, he struggled to calm down his racing heart. The late hour only made him all the more exhausted, but he was there, right across the table from Alex.

Alex himself knitted his eyebrows at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked him, slightly taken aback. “You don’t seem like yourself.” The way his voice inflected up a bit brought a soft feeling inside of Eric’s stomach.

“It’s… It’s late, is all,” he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“No, no, I know you, Eric. There’s something off here.”

Alex set his guitar down next to him, and he leaned the neck against the leg of his chair. He stroked the side of his inky black curls with three fingers on his right hand and flashed Eric a deep-eyed stare. As if he stared straight into his soul and felt him from the inside.

“Did you know that people are at their most honest and most vulnerable when they’re either drunk, are about to die, or when it’s late at night?” he told him: his voice remained down low. The only thing they were missing was a big comfy bed and a pair of soft fluffy white pillows.

“I didn’t, no,” Eric confessed.

“Well… it’s true. Here it is, three in the morning, and as far as I know, you aren’t terminally ill nor are you hammered.”

“I would like a drink, though,” Eric quipped. “Just water, though.”

“Feel it like water, eh?” Alex asked him: the way he raised his eyebrows softened his face and brightened those deep eyes.

“Feel what like water?”

“The truth.” He turned in the seat of the chair and folded his arms over the table surface. A few tendrils of curly hair dangled over his shoulder like the vine on a weeping willow. “Tell me the truth, Eric. Why are you out here at such an ungodly hour? I’m here because I felt sexy with my guitar and all of this velvet around my body. What you here for? Who you selling for?”

Eric nibbled on his bottom lip and he very slowly turned around in his seat and kept one arm up on the tabletop so as to look wide open for him.

It felt like a boy ready to fess up to the boy he liked all to make him his boyfriend.

“You said you feel sexy with all of that velvet around your little body?” he recalled.

“Yes,” Alex replied, and he lowered those eyebrows and cracked him a little smile as if he was trying to figure things out for himself.

“Well…”

“Well?”

“You sound—so sexy,” he confessed to him. Alex bowed his head at that and gazed up him with his eyes large and his hands tucked in between his thighs.

“Sexy?” he echoed him in a slightly lower tone of voice.

“Quite. You’ve got this warm, sensual tone to your voice that just drives me nuts when I hear it more and more.”

“Oh. Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I have—to tell someone—“ He cleared his throat again. Alex turned away from him a little bit.

“I dream of your voice,” Eric continued, and the water of truth rushed out into the open as if he had lost control over the proverbial gates. “I dream of your tongue on me, of every part of your body, and it all ties back to that warm, silky, sultry voice of yours. It felt like you were seducing me just talking to me here—“

Alex clambered to his feet and he ducked away from there into the night without that nylon string guitar.

“Alex?” Eric called after him. “Alex? Alex!”

He chased after him to around the corner of the café, into the narrow alleyway which smelled of old coffee beans and cinnamon raisin: Eric realized there was a bakery next door there, and it already smelled delicious even though the bakers were a whole hour away from opening for the day.

Alex stopped next to the back door of the café and he buried his face in his hands.

“What’s the matter?” Eric asked him once he came within earshot. Alex shook his head but he never said anything.

Eric sighed through his nose.

“I know, I know, that was too much too soon,” he confessed. “Plus, I don’t know if you feel the same way about me that I do you. I mean, Florence has been trying to get Francine to get together with you and I worry that if you don’t know my feelings about you, you’ll never know. I’m going to be a father soon, too. I have to come clean before the baby’s born. I wanted to tell you before it’s too late, and—“

Alex dropped his hands from his face. His skin was milky and soft in the ambient light, and Eric could take a glimpse into his eyes, as vacant and faraway as they were at that very moment.

“What?” Eric asked him in a hushed voice.

“You think my voice is sexy,” he remarked in a low, round tone despite the faraway look on his face.

“Yes,” Eric confessed in a near whisper; he moved in closer to him, and he could smell his soft cologne on the side of his neck. “It’s like silk, Alex. Silky and sensual. I could have sex with it right now.”

Alex nibbled on his bottom lip and he raised his gaze to him. Nothing more than shadows all around them, but Eric swore that they stared into each other’s souls right then.

Alex raised his fingers to the top button of his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Eric whispered to him.

“Don’t tell Florence, please,” Alex begged him as he unfastened more buttons, all to expose that smooth skin on his chest. He reached the bottom button and he let his shirt hang open before Eric’s face. “No one should ever know about this.”

“I won’t, handsome,” Eric vowed to him with a caress down his bare chest and onto his slim, smooth belly.

“No one ever should know about this.” Alex’s voice was whispery and husky, the softest that Eric had ever heard before from him. He poked out his bare chest some more and let out a soft groan. “No one ever.”

He showed him his tongue and he lifted his head a bit to show off his neck to Eric.

“Touch me,” he begged, still in that sexy voice. “Please touch me.”

“Where?” Eric asked, also in a whispery, husky voice himself.

“You know where.”

Eric licked his lips: how he wanted a drink of water right then. But he also wanted Alex right then.

He reached for the button of those velvet pants, and he unfastened them with one index finger and his thumb.

He showed Alex his tongue, in spite of the darkness.

“You know exactly where,” Alex continued, still in that tone of voice. “You know exactly where.”

“Here?” Alex’s skin below his belt was warm and smooth, as if he was waiting to be caressed.

“Don’t—tell—your wife—please—“ Alex gasped at the feeling of Eric’s thick fingers down in the front of his jeans. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back some more, to show off his Adam’s apple to Eric.

His fingers crept over the skin of his shaft: though he was tucked away in the safety of his underwear, Eric could feel him. He could feel his heart pounding, such that he could feel his skin tightening there.

“I won’t tell my child about this, either,” Eric whispered into his face. “Not until they’re old enough and Florence is out of the room.”

“Oh, god, I thought I was a bad boy,” Alex cracked, and he treated Eric to a low whistle and a groan inside of his throat. Eric brought his other hand to his side, just to feel more of Alex’s warm, smooth skin.

He then felt something upon the crotch of his jeans, and he realized that Alex was returning the favor to him through his pants.

“Oh, man, you’re hard as a rock,” Alex groaned out, and he did the same thing for him with one hand on the button of his jeans and then his one hand down the front and his other underneath the hem of Eric’s shirt. Eric himself kept on fondling Alex between his legs but it was hard to focus with Alex’s hands on him.

His fingers on his belly, and his lips to the side of his neck, right underneath his ear, Eric did what he could to stay quiet there in the alleyway, lest he wake the neighborhood for one single moment.

“Ah—“ Alex gaped his mouth wide open for him, and then he closed his eyes and he treated Eric to a gentle, pleasured groan. That sexy velvety voice gave way to an even sexier, velvetier groan from the feeling between his legs. Such a sexy feeling that Eric couldn’t resist coming in his pants, either.

“Oh, man, so wet,” Alex whispered into his face. “Such a fat, wet dick.” Eric leaned his head forward and pressed his forehead to Alex’s, all to look right into his face.

“I hope you brought extra undies,” Eric whispered to him.

“I didn’t, no,” he confessed.

“Well, shit. You wanna go back to my place and change and clean up or your place?”

“My place,” Alex replied as he took his hand out of Eric’s pants. “It’s closer, and I don’t know if Florence will be okay with me being there.”

“Florence was asleep when I left.”

“She won’t be for long, though,” he told him, still with a husky voice. “Trust me.”

“Shit. We gotta hustle.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you can get your hand out of my pants now.”

Eric nibbled on his lip again, to which Alex snickered.

“Again, no one can ever know,” Alex told him, still in that low, husky voice.

[zhoufeis]

gif challenge | vs. @carolineeforbes round two • favorite male cdrama character(s)

All phenomena in existence are like dreams and illusions, which easily vanish, like dew as well as lightning. This is how we should view them. If only my heart could be like this, too, then I could endure the everchanging world. Then wouldn’t I become the morning dew forever accompanying the light of dawn? This too is a kind of everlasting. 王一博 WANG YIBO as 谢允 XIE YUN in 有翡 LEGEND OF FEI (2020-2021)