#starlit-chaos

[starlit-supposedly]

Hmm I am always worried about talking about mundane stuff while on tumblr…

I do know it’s my own blog and I’m allowed to say whatever but there’s always the worry it’s…boring.

I’m know I’m allowed to exist and think my own things and have opinions and-

I do hate being bored and I would assume the same for other people, but I’m about 99% sure that hearing about some blood red lip tint or just fucking up a recipe just isn’t interesting?

What if I’m boring? That’s literally the furthest thing I would ever want to be…or become…

What a great fear to have huh?

[skywalkerslvt]

Campfire Secrets- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Camp counsellor!Ellie Williams x AFAB!Camp counsellor!Reader

❥Summary: Your growing feelings for your fellow camp counsellor, Ellie, come to light when you both go skinny dipping one night...

❥CW: 18+ smut, fingering, handjobs, skinny dipping, a tiny smidge of thigh grinding, sex in the wilderness, 2.1k words, NOT PROOFREAD

❥a/n: Because it's finally summer, here's a crazy summer camp porn fic about my fav! Just a reminder that my asks/requests are open if any of you horndogs would like to make a request (requests are my favourite thing ever please send stuff)! Hope you enjoy <333 pics are from pinterest

You met Ellie three years ago during your first summer as camp counselors. She had strolled into the staff meeting fashionably late, her hair still damp from an early swim in the lake, exuding a carefree confidence that instantly caught your attention. Her arrival disrupted the serious tone of the orientation, replacing it with laughter and easy banter as she greeted everyone by name, as if she had known them all her life.

You, on the other hand, had been nervous and slightly overwhelmed, navigating a new environment and the responsibilities that came with it. Ellie noticed your apprehension and made a beeline for you during a break, flashing a mischievous grin that instantly put you at ease. “First time, huh? Don’t worry, newbie, I’ll show you the ropes,” she had declared with mock superiority, her voice tinged with playful arrogance that made you chuckle despite yourself.

From that moment, a friendship blossomed between you two, forged through shared duties, late-night conversations under starlit skies, and a plethora of camp activities. Ellie had a knack for turning every mundane task into an adventure, whether it was organizing scavenger hunts, mastering archery, or sneaking midnight snacks from the mess hall. You found yourself drawn to her infectious energy, her quick wit, and the way she effortlessly charmed everyone around her.

During one memorable morning canoeing session, Ellie had challenged you to a race across the lake, her competitive spirit evident in the determined set of her jaw. “Bet I can paddle circles around you!” she had taunted, her paddle slicing through the water with precision. You had accepted the challenge with equal fervor, relishing the thrill of the chase as you navigated the tranquil waters, laughter echoing across the lake.

Evenings were reserved for campfires and camaraderie, where Ellie’s guitar-playing skills and knack for storytelling made her a favorite among campers and counselors alike. You often found yourself mesmerized by her talent, the gentle strumming of strings mingling with the crackle of the fire as she led sing-alongs and shared ghost stories that sent shivers down your spine.

Now, years later on your third summer being a camp counsellor, you couldn’t deny the growing fondness you felt for Ellie. Her infectious laughter and genuine kindness had captured your heart, yet you hesitated to acknowledge the deeper stirrings within you. You cherished your friendship too much to risk it with romantic feelings, afraid to disrupt the easy dynamic you had cultivated together. To make matters worse, this year Ellie was your cabin mate, making your quickly growing feelings even harder to hide. 

One scorching afternoon, with the kids engrossed in making friendship bracelets under the shade of the big oak tree, Ellie turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Hey, have you ever explored the waterfall just beyond camp?” she asked, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret. You shook your head, intrigued by her sudden enthusiasm. “No, I didn’t even know there was one.” Ellie’s grin widened, a playful challenge in her gaze. “It’s a bit of a hike, but totally worth it. We should go sometime. Just the two of us.” The idea of escaping to a secluded spot away from the noise and chaos of camp, with Ellie by your side, stirred something deep within you, though you masked your excitement with a nonchalant shrug. “How about tonight?” you suggested. “We have the night off from the campfire.” 

Ellie gave you a mischievous smile, making your face heat as your heart skipped a beat. “Then tonight it is.” You smiled back at her, then got back to work helping the kids tie their bracelets. 

You couldn't wait for tonight, though the day went by painstakingly slow. No matter how you tried to occupy your time, whether it was playing games with the kids or taking naps during your breaks, the night just couldn't come soon enough. 

But when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp, you wasted no time seeking out Ellie in the busy camp. You and Ellie slipped away from the cabins, hearts pounding in anticipation. The path to the waterfall was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the sounds of the camp fading away behind you as you ventured deeper into the woods. 

Ellie led the way, her flashlight casting dancing beams of light that illuminated the trail. The hike was a mix of comfortable silence and easy conversation, the natural rhythm of your friendship making the journey feel effortless. As you approached the waterfall, the distant sound of rushing water grew louder, filling the night air with its soothing roar.

“Almost there,” Ellie said, turning to flash you a grin. The sight of her lit by the moonlight, her features softened by the gentle glow, made your breath catch in your throat. You returned her smile, pushing down the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

When you finally reached the clearing, the waterfall was a breathtaking sight. Water cascaded down a rocky cliff, the pool at its base shimmering under the moonlight. Ellie turned to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The sight was mesmerizing, but your attention kept drifting back to Ellie, standing there with an expression of pure joy on her face.

“Wanna jump in?” Ellie asked, still grinning. You realized then that in your haste to get Ellie out of the camp, you foolishly forgot to put on a bathing suit before leaving. “Shit! I forgot to bring a bathing suit.”

Ellie shrugged nonchalantly. “So did I. We could just take our clothes off,” she suggested with a grin.

You crossed your arms, giving Ellie a pointed look. “You want to skinny dip?” 

“Yeah, why not?” Your eyes widened at her suggestion, heat rising to your cheeks as you imagined what your coworkers would think if they found the two of you skinny dipping. 

“Ellie, I-”

Before you could finish, Ellie had begun unbuttoning her jeans, stripping down to her underwear and tossing her clothes onto a nearby rock. She gave you a playful look as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her boxers, to which you turned around flustered, your heart pounding in your chest. 

You heard her dive into the pool, water splashing the backs of your legs. You stood there for a moment, caught between your apprehension and the undeniable pull of wanting to join her. You quickly glanced over your shoulder, finding the glimmering water up to Ellie's shoulders. The pool did look really inviting now that she was in it. 

Taking a deep breath, you quickly shed your own clothes, feeling a rush of exhilaration as the cool night air hit your skin. You stepped to the edge of the pool, Ellie’s laughter ringing in your ears, and with one last glance at her, you dove in.

The water was refreshingly cold, enveloping you in its embrace. You surfaced to find Ellie grinning at you, her hair slicked back and her eyes glinting with mischief. “Took you long enough,” she teased.

You splashed her in response, laughing as she retaliated. The playful banter continued as you swam together, the night around you filled with the sounds of laughter and splashing water. You made your way over to the waist deep water under the waterfall, leaning your back against the smooth rock as you faced Ellie, relishing in the feeling of her roaming eyes on your exposed body. 

As the playful splashing subsided, the space was filled with a more intimate silence. The moonlight danced on the water's surface, casting a soft glow over Ellie’s features. She swam closer, her bare chest almost meeting yours as your breaths mingled in the cool night air. 

Ellie’s gaze shifted from playful to intense as her eyes roamed over your face. “You know,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I've always wanted to do something like this with you.” 

Her gaze heated your cheeks, and you laughed nervously. “You've always wanted to get me naked in a pool like this?” you joked, though your voice was strained from the sudden desire to touch her. 

Ellie chuckled. “Well yes, but that's not what I meant.” Your heart pounded as she reached out, her fingers brushing against your bare waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “Ellie…” you started, but she silenced you with a gentle kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours. 

You melted into her touch, your hands finding their way to her waist pulling her flush against you. The water swirled around you as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together in the moonlit pool.

Ellie's hands roamed over your back, her touch igniting a fire within you.

She pulled back slightly, her breath hot against your lips. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her eyes searching yours.

You nodded, your fingers tangling in her hair. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Ellie's smile was both tender and filled with desire as she kissed you again, her hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. You moaned softly as her fingers traced the curves of your waist, your skin tingling under her touch. Her leg shifted under the water, her knee parting your thighs as she slid it between your legs, pushing her thigh flush against your heat. You moaned into her mouth at the addicting friction against your clit.

Ellie's hands slipped between your thighs, her fingers teasing your entrance. You gasped, your hips bucking against her hand, craving more. "Ellie, please," you whispered, your voice filled with need.

She didn't need any more encouragement. Her fingers slid inside you, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You clung to her, your moans filling the night air as she moved inside you, her thumb circling your clit with expert precision.

As Ellie continued to pleasure you, you reached out, your hand slipping between her thighs. She gasped at your touch, her hips grinding against your fingers. You mirrored her movements, your fingers finding her entrance and sliding inside, matching her rhythm.

The pool around you seemed to amplify every sensation, the cool water contrasting with the heat between you.

Ellie's breath hitched as you curled your fingers inside her, her grip on you tightening. "Fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice a low rasp in your ear.

You responded with a whimper, your body arching against hers as your pleasure built. The intensity of the moment, the feeling of Ellie's fingers inside you while you pleasured her in return, was overwhelming. Your breaths became ragged, each touch and movement heightening the connection between you.

Ellie's thumb circled your clit faster, her fingers curling inside you in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. You mirrored her movements, your fingers pressing and curling inside her, drawing out breathy moans that only spurred you on.

"Ellie," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I'm so close."

"Me too," she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Come with me."

Her words sent you over the edge, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out her name, your fingers pressing deeper inside her as you rode out your orgasm.

Ellie followed moments later, her body shuddering against yours, her moans mingling with yours in the night air.

For a moment, you clung to each other, the water soothing your overheated skin as you caught your breath. Ellie's forehead rested against yours, her breath warm and steady as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"That was.." she started, her voice trailing off.

"Amazing," you finished for her, smiling as you brushed a strand of hair from her face.

She chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Yeah, it was."

“I hate to ask this of you,” she started, giving you a nervous smile, “but if we want to stay in the same cabin, I think it would be best if we kept this between us.” 

You smiled at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you wrapped your arms around her. “Well, I suppose we could consider it our little secret,” you replied playfully, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “As long as you can keep quiet at night, nobody will find out.” 

Ellie laughed, her hold around your waist tightening as she nuzzled into your neck. 

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, soaking in the peaceful ambiance of the waterfall and the night around you.

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My Masterlist

Started: 05/25/2024

Updates: Every Monday

The Umbrella Academy

One Shots

Five Hargreeves

Time Travel Tacos

The Final Paradox

Timeless

Tipsy Time Travelers

Inescapable Fate

A Hargreeves Welcome

Unspoken Jealousy

The Mind's Maze

Love, Hate, and the Hargreeves

A Kiss Through Time

Shadows of the Past

Words That Wound

A Moment Out of Time

The Cost of Retribution

A Proposal Through Time

A Not-So-Normal Day

Baby Mayhem

Green-Eyed Hargreeves

Unspoken Love

A New Addition

The Great Birthday Present Hunt

Timeless Encounters

Tipsy and Timeless Love

Endless Day

Love Against Time

Love, Hate, and Everything in Between

Protecting Y/N

Caught in the Act

Unintentional Impact

Culinary Catastrophe

Meet the In-Laws

Stubborn as a Hargreeves

Timeless Connection

Five's Drunken Serenade

Game Night Gone Awry

Double Trouble: Five vs. Five

Misunderstandings and Misgivings

The Defense of the Hargreeves

Bachelor Party

Moving Day Madness

Wedding Woes

A Date to Remember

Goodbye Five

betrayal

The Diner of Destiny

The Diner of Destiny - Part 2

Seven Years Lost

A Life Worth Fighting For

Flirt and Fight at the Sparrow Academy

Flirt and Fight at the Sparrow Academy – Part 2

Starlit Promises

The Day of Swapped Powers

Espresso Envy

payback

Rainy Reconciliation

One step at a time

Silent Yearning

Flirting Flops and Jealousy Jokes

Countless cups of coffee

A Strand of Silver

A Lifetime and even longer

Clueless

The Perfect Birthday

Between Love and Danger

Flirty Business

Goodbye to Keep You Safe

Against the Odds

Flirtation in the Line of Fire

The Unbelievable Girlfriend

Hickey Havoc

A Hargreeves Wedding Anniversary

Snapshots of Love

Whispered Words and Hidden Kisses

A Hair-Raising Experience

The Last Goodbye

Words Unsaid

Echoes of Tomorrow

Words Unsaid - part 2

The Empty Chair

The Case of the Missing Wedding Ring

A Hargreeves Christmas Chaos

Happy New Year

I’ve got you

Fractured Trust

The Hardest Choice

Candlelight Confessions

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Reborn

Chapter 1: A World Reborn

Chapter 2: Echoes of a Life Forgotten

Chapter 3: Klaus

Chapter 4: Bonds Rekindled

Chapter 5: A Complete Circle

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[misswynters]

Fragmented Memory

[warning: pure angst and sadness, jace crying

[note | this is my first time writing pure angst… i think 💭 that’s crazy -anya

You woke up in the healer's tent, your head pounding and the world a blur. Faces hovered over you, but none of them sparked recognition. One face, however, stood out—a man with eyes filled with worry and pain.

"Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

You searched your mind, but it was like grasping at shadows. "I... I don't know you," you stammered, guilt twisting in your chest as you saw his face fall.

"I'm Jacaerys," he said softly, tears brimming in his eyes. "We've been through so much together."

Despite his words, there was nothing—no spark of recognition, no comforting memory to hold onto. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hating the blank slate your mind had become.

In the days that followed, Jacaerys tried to rekindle your past by sharing stories and moments you had once cherished. He spoke of moonlit dances and whispered promises, but none of it brought back your memory. You tried to listen, to grasp at the fragments of your shared history, but it all felt distant and unreal.

One evening, as the sun set, painting the sky in shades of sorrow, Jacaerys sat beside you, holding your hand. "Even if you never remember," he said, his voice breaking, "I'll love you. I always will."

You squeezed his hand, a small gesture of comfort you couldn't fully comprehend. You wished you could be the person he remembered, the one he loved. But all you could offer was your presence, a shadow of who you used to be.

As the stars appeared, Jacaerys rested his head on your shoulder, the warmth of your body a bittersweet reminder of what you both had lost. He whispered stories of your past, of your first kiss under a starlit sky, of the promises you made by the roaring sea. His words were filled with love and longing, each one a dagger to your heart.

You could see the pain in his eyes every time he looked at you, the hope that flickered and died with each passing day. He spoke of your bravery in battle, of the way you held him when he cried, of the laughter you shared. But it all felt like someone else's life, someone else's love.

The next morning at the break of dawn, as the moonlight streamed through the tent, Jacaerys broke down, tears streaming down his face. "I miss you so much," he sobbed, his voice filled with anguish. "I miss us."

You held him, feeling his pain as if it were your own. You wished you could remember, to give him the solace he so desperately needed. But all you had were empty promises and a heart that ached for something you couldn't recall.

As the nights grew colder, you watched Jacaerys's hope slowly fade. The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a deep, unrelenting sorrow. He stayed by your side, his love unwavering, but you could see the toll it took on him.

As the hours passed by, you looked at Jacaerys, his face etched with the lines of sleepless nights and endless worry. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice heavy with regret. "I'm sorry I can't remember."

He smiled weakly, a tear slipping down his cheek. "It's not your fault," he said softly. "I'll always love you, no matter what."

You pulled him close, wishing you could be the person he deserved. As you held him, you felt a faint flicker of something—perhaps a memory, or maybe just the ghost of a forgotten love. But it was enough to hold onto, even if it was fleeting.

In your mind, flashes of the battle came unbidden, chaotic and jumbled. You had ridden into the fray beside Jacaerys, your swords cutting through the enemy forces. The clash of steel and the cries of the wounded filled the air. It was in the midst of this chaos that it happened—a heavy blow to the back of your head. You had been thrown from your horse, the world spinning into darkness.

When you woke up, the memories of who you were, and who you loved, had vanished. Now, as Jacaerys held you, the echo of that fateful day lingered in your mind—a ghost of a past you couldn’t grasp, but one that had forever changed your future. Your heart aches and is missing something however you don’t know what that is. All you can hope is for your memory to come back, if that’s even possible.

[a/n: i let out a tear…

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Unspoken truths | Rafe Cameron

part 2 coming soon :)

summary: when the reader is in love with JJ, interactions with a certain blue-eyed boy cause a change in the atmosphere

warnings: strong language

word count: 3.6k

You sat quietly on the hardened porch of the chateau, your eyes fixed on the flickering campfire in the distance. Your friends laughed and called out to one another by the shore, their silhouettes dancing in the firelight. But you seemed lost in your own world, your thoughts as vast and deep as the ocean. The cool evening breeze ruffled your hair as the waves crashed softly in the background, a gentle rhythm that matched the introspection in your gaze. It was a moment of solitude amid the chaos, a quiet pause under the shade of starlit skies.

Your eyes were fixed on his, watching his every move, the way he rushes his hands along his hair, messing it up in a way that makes her cheeks burn a slight shade of pink. The way he lifts the joint to his lips, the way he holds the can of beer and takes long chugs from it. Suddenly you watch as he sits on the hammock with her, pulling her in for a short gentle kiss on the cheek as he molts himself into her. They both laughed, cuddling and talking as their smiles went to their eyes. You patted at the empty porch step beside you, looking for the lost beer can as your eyes remained glued to them. Suddenly, you hear a slight cough, startled, you quickly divert your gaze away from JJ and Kie to the blonde girl behind you. She had two beers in her hand, her beautiful wavy hair flowing along the slight breeze and a sly smile on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt," she teased quietly, moving slowly to sit beside you on the porch, nudging your beer can aside to make room.

You remained silent, unsure how to respond, unsure of how much she had seen or how much you were willing to share in this moment.

She didn’t miss the way your eyebrows furrowed, noticing the deep thought in your eyes. You hated how easily she could read you—like your mind was an open book.

"How long have you known...?" she asked softly, her voice quiet but direct.

You turned your head, utterly confused, unsure of what she meant. Then she clarified, her voice barely above a whisper.

"...How long have you known that you love JJ?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening. It was as if the world around you slowed, the weight of her words hanging in the air. You glanced around—toward the firepit, then behind you to the empty house—making sure no one else was close. You turned back to Sarah, your voice barely audible.

"What are you talking about? I don’t like JJ like that."

Sarah rolled her eyes, unfazed. "Come on, Y/N, I've known you longer than anyone here. It's so obvious."

You stared at her, then back at JJ and Kie, still lounging in the hammock. Were you really that obvious? Who else knew?

"Don’t worry," Sarah continued, sensing your panic. "No one else knows. But you need to be more careful. It could’ve been John B or Pope who saw you staring at them like that."

You sighed, frustration building. Why did she always seem to read your mind so easily? You couldn’t help but smile wryly. "It’s getting kind of scary how you can read my mind like that, Sarah."

You both laughed softly, taking a swig from your beers. Then, the words slipped out before you could stop them.

"I’m a horrible person, aren’t I?"

Sarah’s eyes widened, her surprise evident. "No, why would you say that?"

"Only an asshole like me would fall for their best friend’s boyfriend," you muttered.

She shook her head, her voice firm. "You’ve known JJ longer than John B or Kie. You’re not a horrible person for having feelings, Y/N."

You closed your eyes, the familiar ache in your chest growing stronger. The pain never went away, not when you saw them together, laughing, happy. You told yourself you were wrong, that you couldn’t feel this way about JJ. Kie was your best friend, and you wanted nothing more than for her and JJ to be happy. But the pain—God, the pain was unbearable.

You felt Sarah shift in her seat, then pull you into a hug. You hadn’t realized you were crying until the tears fell onto her shirt.

"You won’t tell anyone, right?" you whispered, wiping the tears from your face.

"I’ll take it to my grave," she whispered back, holding you tightly.

_

The next morning, you found yourself standing on Ward Cameron’s boat, scrubbing away the remnants of the obvious party from the night before. Sarah had always hated the idea of you working for her dad, but Ward had a soft spot for you. He’d even offered you money more than once without expecting any work in return. Still, you were raised better than to accept handouts, no matter how tempting or how much you needed it. After plenty of back-and-forth with Sarah, you all agreed on a compromise: you would clean the Camerons’ fleet of boats for some extra cash. You didn’t need the money often, but once a week, you were happy to show up, put in the work, and feel proud of earning something that helped your family.

Your back was turned to the door, headphones in your ears blasting music, drowning out the faint creak of the floorboards behind you. Focused on picking up the last bits of trash, you moved methodically, unaware of the tall figure standing in the doorway. His shadow stretched across the floor, but you didn’t notice, too engrossed in your task. His dark eyes followed your every move, scanning you intently as he stepped forward with measured, deliberate strides. The sound of your own breathing and the faint hum of the music filled the air as he crept closer. Just as he reached the edge of the room, you spun around, instinctively gripping the broomstick like a weapon. With your heart pounding and adrenaline surging, you lunged toward the mysterious figure, ready to defend yourself against the unexpected intruder.

His hands grip the stick tightly, his eyes locked onto yours as he pulls it away from you aggressively, slamming it onto the floor. The loud bang makes you flinch, your gaze briefly shifting to the broom on the ground before returning to his piercing blue eyes.

Anger surges inside you, and without thinking, you shove his chest hard, making him step back slightly. "What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe? Who sneaks up on someone like that?"

He’s quick to grab your hands, stopping your movements. "It’s my fucking boat, I can do whatever I want," he says, his tone unnervingly calm compared to your harsh one. The calmness throws you off, leaving you confused.

You pull your hands away from his grasp, rolling your eyes. "Whatever," you mutter, grabbing the broom again and getting back to work.

A few minutes pass, and when you glance up, he’s still standing there, watching you. He hasn’t moved since your last confrontation, and the growing tension in the air only adds to your confusion.

Breaking the awkward silence, you mock him with a quiet tone, "Are you here to watch me sweep? Gonna point out every speck of dust I miss?"

He rolls his eyes this time, crossing his arms. "I couldn’t care less about that shit. I need your help with something."

You can’t help but laugh. "No, Rafe, I’m not jacking you off."

His expression hardens. "I’d rather die than have a pogue do that shit to me."

You smirk, rolling your eyes again. "How can a pogue like me possibly help the great Rafe Cameron?" Your mocking tone is enough to visibly annoy him, and you enjoy the sight.

"I need some coke." His voice drops to a quiet, careful whisper, and you notice him glancing around to make sure no one is near.

You raise an eyebrow, the amusement still in your smile as you open the mini fridge in the corner, grab a can, and toss it to him. "Why didn’t you just ask? Didn’t have to sneak up on me for that."

His grip tightens around the can, his hand forming a fist as he nearly crushes it. "Y/N, I don’t have time for these games. I’ve heard you on the phone with Sarah. You were talking about getting her some. I need to know if you can get me some."

You sigh, trying to stay calm despite the growing tension. "Listen, Rafe, even if I can, what makes you think I’m gonna help you?"

He’s quick to counter, his voice almost desperate. "I’ll pay you double. You won’t even have to work this job anymore."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Wow, you Cameron’s really think money buys everything, huh?"

Before you can say anything else, Rafe moves toward you in a flash. His hands land on your neck, and in an instant, your back hits the wall hard, the jolt of pain making you wince. His grip isn’t tight enough to choke you, but it holds you firmly in place.

You should feel scared, threatened, but the reality is, if he wanted to hurt you, he’d be choking you right now. Instead, you smirk, your words slow but steady. "You should be a little nicer to the person who could be your dealer, don’t you think?"

His hands slowly loosen, falling to his sides as his body stays pressed against yours. You watch his face carefully—he looks confused, almost as if he’s trying to figure out why you’re not scared of him.

"Fine," you finally say, while he takes a step back. "I’ll do it." you add, running a hand over your neck. "Just curious, though... why me?"

You watch him carefully, but his only response is to step back, his tone growing more serious. "Just know that no one, and I mean no one, can know about this. Especially not Sarah."

You nod, a knowing smile on your face as you turn back to your work. "Fine. Come by the beach tomorrow at sunset."

As he moves to leave, he suddenly stops, his voice cold. "He’s in jail."

You turn around, confused, about to ask when he adds, "...my dealer’s in jail."

-

Sitting by the shore, you watch the waves roll in, their rhythmic crash against the sand creating a soothing melody. The salty breeze brushes against your skin, carrying with it the faint scent of seaweed. Your fingers idly trace patterns in the cool sand as you lose yourself in the endless horizon, where the sky melts into the ocean in a dance of blues and silvers.

You’ve been sitting there for half an hour now, wondering if Rafe was just playing a joke on you. Why would Rafe Cameron come to you, of all people?

Suddenly, you hear light footsteps in the sand. You exhale a breath and stand up quickly, turning around. Your words spill out before you even see who it is. "You're half an hour late, Cameron. You better pay triple for th—" The rest of your sentence dies in your throat as your heart skips a beat.

Your eyes meet the familiar face of the blonde boy you’ve known all your life. You freeze, and your friends start making their way towards you, filling in the scene.

JJ looks at you, confusion furrowing his brows. “Cameron?” he asks, his tone filled with uncertainty. “Triple?” he repeats, his expression turning even more puzzled. “You waiting for Sarah, Y/N?”

You feel your eyes widen in panic, the pressure mounting in your chest. The whole group is now watching you, Sarah included, heading toward you. "Um... I-I thought you were Sarah," you stammer, cursing yourself inwardly. Smooth, Y/N, you think.

"Since when do you call Sarah by her last name?" JJ presses.

Fuck, why does he know me so well?

“Since forever, JJ,” Sarah chimes in, stepping in to smooth things over. “Now stop interrogating her.”

You mentally thank Sarah, who always had your back, no questions asked.

JJ watches you for a moment longer, as if trying to read the situation, but you force yourself to remain calm. Just when the awkward silence starts to eat at you, Kie saves the moment. “Come on, guys, we came here to get wasted!”

Everyone cheers and rushes to find a spot, the tension momentarily breaking.

As you walk, your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You pull it out quickly and check the message from Rafe.

Rafe: Thought I told you to keep this between us.

Y/N: What are you on about?

Rafe: Why the hell are all your pogue friends here?

Your breath catches in your throat, and you glance around quickly. The beach is almost empty except for your group, but then you spot Rafe’s jeep in the distance, parked out of view.

“What are you looking for?”

You jump at Sarah’s voice, immediately stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “Nothing. I just got a text from my mom. She wants me to help her with some chores around the house.”

“Are you serious? Just tell her you're with me. She loves me,” Sarah teases, giving you an easy out.

Your shoulders relax with relief, and you smile at her. “I know, but I haven’t helped her out in a while. I think I’m just gonna head home.”

Sarah’s smile fades a little, understanding your need to go. “Alright. You want one of the guys to drop you off? I can ask J—”

“NO!” The word escapes a little too quickly, and Sarah’s smirk is evident even in the night sky. “I mean... it’s alright. My place isn’t far, and I could use the exercise.”

Your phone buzzes again, but you don’t check it. You quickly send Rafe a text without reading his reply.

Y/N: Give me 5, I’m coming.

Sarah doesn’t question your odd behavior, assuming it's just about your mom needing you home.

“You ladies coming?” John B calls from a distance.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go home. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you shout back, waving. You give Sarah a quick hug, promising to see her soon.

You start heading toward the parking lot, but then you hear footsteps behind you, the sound of heavy breathing. Your eyes widen when you spot Rafe’s jeep in the distance. You don’t want anyone to see him just yet, so you quickly turn around with a smile, finding JJ right behind you.

“Hey, JJ! What’s up?” you say, trying to distract him from what’s really going on.

He slows down, panting slightly from catching up with you. “You okay, Y/N?” His voice is full of concern, his expression worried.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” JJ says, sadness creeping into his voice. “You don’t even come by anymore.”

The guilt hits you like a wave, and you feel your chest tighten as his words settle in. You hate seeing that look on his face, but the last thing you want is for him to get caught up in your mess.

“I’m sorry, JJ. I just have a lot going on,” you say coolly, forcing yourself to sound indifferent, even though the pain is bubbling beneath the surface. You know the only way to deal with this is to push him away, to stop these feelings before they spiral any further.

“But Y/N, I—”

“J, seriously, just stop, okay? Leave me be.” Your tone is sharper than you intend, but you can’t help it. You need him to back off.

He takes the hint. You watch as his face falls, disappointment and confusion mixing as he stares at you for a long moment. Without another word, he turns and walks back toward the others.

Sorry, JJ.

Once you knew he was at a distance, you quickly turned and made your way towards Rafe’s car.

You walked to the passenger side, placing your hand on the door handle. You yanked it open, but it wouldn’t budge. You tried again, frustration rising in your chest. The car was running, the music blasting from inside.

You knocked on the window, and after a few moments, Rafe slowly rolled it down. His blue eyes met yours, and for a long, uncomfortable moment, you just stared at each other.

“Just give me the shit and leave,” he muttered, raising his hands in exasperation, his eyes rolling.

You crossed your arms, annoyed. “I just left my friends for you. The least you can do is drop me home.”

Rafe laughed loudly, the sound sharp and almost out of place. It was the first time you’d ever heard him laugh, and it caught you off guard. “Not happening, sweetheart.”

His response only made your irritation grow. You had left your friends behind for him, and yet he was acting like you owed him something. But then again, this was Rafe Cameron. What else did you expect?

You smirked, leaning slightly closer to the window, your words dripping with sarcasm. “You ought to be nicer to your dealer, don’t you think?”

His face hardened, and you saw the annoyance flash in his eyes. His grip on the steering wheel tightened so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Fine, get in,” he snapped, his teeth gritted.

You couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. You opened the door and hopped into the passenger seat, feeling a small sense of victory.

As Rafe drove off, you prepared yourself for the usual chaos, but you were surprised to find something different. His car was spotless.

The backseat was empty, no crumpled paper or discarded wrappers, no signs of the chaos you had come to expect from someone like Rafe. Even the floor mats were pristine, free of dirt or sand. When you leaned in, the sharp, fresh scent of new leather hit you—something you had never imagined for his car. It was clean, almost too clean. As if, for once, he had actually made an effort to get his act together.

His eyes remained on the road, but you noticed the way he glanced at you, following your gaze around the interior of the car. “We won’t be using the back seat, even though I know you’re dying for it,” he teased, his tone lazy.

You rolled your eyes, the sarcasm clear in your voice. “I’d rather die than have a kook do that shit to me.”

You noticed the way his smirk widened, clearly amused by your mimicked words.

“So you and Maybank a thing or something?” His voice was casual, but there was an edge to it, as though he was trying to hide something. “I saw him running after you like a desp—”

“He’s with kie,” you interjected quickly, cutting him off before he could say anything more. You pointed to the right, guiding him to make a turn. Without argument, he complied.

The car sank into an uncomfortable silence, the kind that made you regret even asking for a ride. Your gaze drifted toward the window, searching for anything to distract you from the tension—trees, houses, anything that could pull you away from the suffocating awkwardness.

Rafe’s eyes landed on you, though you didn’t notice. He watched the way you nervously bit your nails, the subtle tension in your shoulders. His gaze followed the breeze that tugged at your hair, ruffling it just enough to catch his attention. His eyes dropped lower, briefly lingering on the tooth necklace you wore—the same one he’d seen on Maybank. Then his focus shifted to your waist, where the slight glint of a belly piercing caught his eye. His gaze continued down to the arrow tattoo peeking out from beneath the hem of your shorts.

Finally, his eyes returned to your face. Your cheeks were faintly pink, your dark eyes long and unreadable, your lips tinted with a hint of gloss. You were beautiful, he thought

It was as if you could feel his gaze. Slowly, you turned your head, meeting his eyes. His blue gaze held yours, intense and unblinking. A shiver ran down your spine. Maybe it was because you’d caught him staring, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you—it made your nerves flare up, a familiar, uncomfortable feeling you’d only experienced once before from a certain untouchable boy.

“You should keep your eyes on the road,” you murmured, your voice soft, as if there were people listening in the car.

“I’d rather keep my eyes on you,” he replied, his voice suddenly deeper, almost unrecognizable.

The shock was mutual. You both froze, as if the words had slipped out before he could stop them. His face quickly shifted, clearly regretting his honesty, and he turned his attention back to the road, clearly uncomfortable with what had just been said.

You shook yourself out of the moment, realizing that you had just passed your house. “You just passed my house,” you said, pointing to the side of the road.

Rafe cursed under his breath, the disappointment clear in his voice. “Oh.”

Before you could respond, his tone shifted again, cold and demanding. “Can I have my shit now?”

You quickly dug through your pocket and handed him the package. He grabbed it without a second glance, reaching into the center compartment and tossing an envelope at you. “That’s yours.”

You opened the door and got out, rolling your eyes at his sudden change in attitude. As you walked away, you heard the car start up again, the engine roaring to life as he drove off.

Rafe let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t understand the shift in his behavior, the strange feeling he couldn’t shake. He had never acted like this before, and it made him uneasy. So, he decided then and there not to make any more conversation with you. The last thing he wanted was to admit how messed up he felt after spending time with you.

[thef1diary]

🎂 Birthday Bash 🎂

A short yet incredibly self-indulgent event consisting of several oneshots related to birthdays leading up to my own birthday.

🥳 Kisses and Wishes - Charles Leclerc

— With the morning beginning with kisses, Charles ensures that your entire birthday is spent filled with love, laughter, and even more kisses.

🎁 Love Unwrapped - Lando Norris

— After mutually breaking up, you and Lando drifted apart. However, on your birthday, Lando shows up unexpectedly with a gift, reigniting old feelings.

🎂 Birthday Buddies - Oscar Piastri

— At a joint birthday party organized by mutual friends, you and Oscar find yourselves unexpectedly meeting for the first time while cutting the cake.

🎈 A Spoiled Surprise - Max Verstappen

— Max, your roommate, wanted to decorate the house to celebrate your birthday. Inconveniently, you walked in before he was fully prepared.

🎉 Above The Chaos - Daniel Ricciardo

— Amidst your birthday celebration’s chaos, you find solace on the rooftop with a bottle of wine. Daniel joins, offering comfort underneath the starlit sky.

[hoseoksluna]

BLACKBERRIES | jhs ft. jjk

pairing: boyfriend!hobi x berries!oc

genre: smut, angst

word count: 6.1k

summary: opening jungkook's message brought in a blessing and a curse.

pinterest board: blackberries / taglist: join

warnings: breeding kink, raw sex, hobi rubs your clit......., provider!hobi, talks of pregnancy, slight nipple play, oc cries, ruined sex and orgasm, swearing, spanking, talks of punishment, heavy daddy issues

note: i loved every minute of writing this part, so i'm happy to bring it to you, finally. it brought a lot of clarity and direction as i was writing mindlessly all this time. this series will have one or two more parts (probably two more) and then i'll finally be done writing about two members:D. i love you, guys, so much. let me know what you think. i miss you. i hope you like this as much as i do. <3

The morning has spilled in like a friend through the dusky pink curtains, casting a soft light over the place Hobi is focusing on as he’s buried in your femininity, balls-deep. Lingering there as if he was nesting at home. 

You haven’t slept a wink. Neither has he, restless by your sadness-induced insomnia, zapped with consistent life by the threat that lit up your phone when drowsiness asked for your hand, longing to take you to its kingdom. If you were to become a princess, the matter was snatched away from you—or rather tossed back and forth as you drifted in and out of that threshold. Hobi suggested to you to open the attachment sent in the message, rip the skeleton out of the closet and burn it in celebration of your wedding, so you could rest… but you couldn’t. You were fearful and you lacked courage, because you knew that if you were to make your eyes the witness of what regret has forced Jungkook to do, calmness wouldn’t have been the embrace you sought. 

That is, if regret was truly the wave of emotion that swam past those starlit irises of his. You don’t trust your memories anymore—they’ve become a chaos of mist that you get stuck in when you dare to wade in it. And it’s so peculiar that you have to do it willfully, instead of being wholly swallowed by them, instead of being so unfairly and awfully haunted by them that there’s nothing left for you to do but to relive the anguish over and over again. 

To Hobi’s suggestion, you proposed to wait until the morning comes and the new day’s strength and possibilities greet you. You don’t really know where you found this wisp of positivity in you, but you twiddled with it all night, acknowledging yourself with it. The full moon rose up high in the blackness of the sleeping heavens, no cloud covered its magnificent light shining wistfully over the way Hobi spooned you and it gave you the notion, the whim to be as bare as it was. He had marked you with its phase, foreshadowed this flourishment with its crescent likeness on the flesh of your thigh, so you figure it’s only right that you use it when it’s right in front of you—that you complete it, make it full. 

You are going to confront Jungkook. Take the other end of this blanket’s pained darkness and flip it to its other side. Let the moonlight have it as you watch, hands by your side. Let the rays sweep it clean of its thick dust until it resembles its very own face. End the relationship once and for all. 

That means talking to him in a way that doesn’t correspond to the emotional violence that occurred hours ago. That means killing it with kindness, not raising your voice, nor your fists. And you wish to do it alone—without Hobi’s presence. You’re aware that if he were there, it would be proper. And not only that, he would also step in if the situation asked for it, but something tells you that this time… it’s not going to be a fight. 

It’s going to be a calm conversation between two humans that used to be close. 

This notion had been whispered to you the moment the light of your phone died until the sun awakened. Its voice kept you uneasy and fidgety—partly because you don’t know to whom the voice belonged to, partly because you simply don’t trust yourself. Being mean and uncompromising with him served as a shield. You don’t know what’s going to happen once you’re in a room with him all defenseless, but you have to risk it. 

You’ve been feeling very intensely that it’s meant to happen. 

It’s what Hobi has been feeling as well, taking your jitteriness in his grasp and kissing it away. He had begun at the nape of your neck and your shoulder and you encouraged him by closing your hand over his and leading it beneath the duvet, thinking that perhaps if you head into this direction of his holy lust, you’d find answers, you’d find instructions, words you could use later to unravel to Jungkook. You regarded his unfolding responsibility over your emotions as so terribly fatherly—grounding and validating that it aroused you; it soaked your little pajama shorts that he had dressed you in and the low gasp that reached your ears when he discovered it with the guided movement of his fingers… it felt better than any hit of the blackberry vape he bought you. 

Hence why you hushed your disagreement when Hobi shifted, craving to taste you. You wanted the clasp of the connection between you and him fully shut by having him inside you, and so you reached behind yourself, grabbed that intimate part of him to stroke him, to get him fully erect, letting go of him only for a brief moment to drag your shorts and underwear down. You didn’t perceive his hesitancy until he took a hold of your hasty hand, shadowing it with his palm against your knuckles like he had done yesterday in his car. 

His breath trembled before he spoke. “You’re not prepared enough for me.” 

You didn’t find your words until he sank his fingers between yours, another grounding sensation washing over you as he guided your hand to the parts of his manhood that feel the most stimulating for him. The tip of his cock and down his balls, his kids that he had promised that were yours. The essence of it drenched you even more, without him knowing—the perfect picture, greater than any painting you ever saw, of him loosening himself inside of you, the hot spurts, his growls, deepened by the flaring passion, then the clicking of connection, and your belly, full and swollen, carrying a concoction of him and you that will live beyond your death. 

“I can take it like this,” were your truthful words, head turned halfway to him as your side position allowed it to. 

Hobi closed his mouth over your cheek in a slow, deep kiss that you’ve never experienced before. A rising tide of tears flooded your eyes and stayed there, not wanting to pour over. His care, his knowing better, his responsibility, all the principle of his fatherliness. It soothed your body, encouraged the picture in your mind to bloom with more vivid colors. 

It was illogical, plain stupid to think like this within a week of knowing him, but why did it feel so right? Why did it feel like a step that didn’t waver underneath your bare feet, like the soft sand under the stable, still weight of the sea, right as a small, murmuring wave laps at the shore. Why did it feel that way? How come these thoughts never burst forth whenever Jungkook held you down and did everything that made your body call him Daddy? 

Was it because sex with Hobi never felt like a playtime, but something way more serious? Something way more mature, ripened, that had that darkened, tangy flavor of blackberries. A flavor that lasted, didn’t dissipate after swallowing. Something that you’ve strongly begun to believe is able to run the course of your entire life; that has the enigma to break the curse. 

Your attachment to him developed, grew a small pair of wings that curled within his chest, shivering like a newborn child. Not screaming, not crying. Quiet, calm, serene. 

Your tears threatened to pour out, its former decision not to wearing out. Your emotions longed to submit, longed to rest—and you broke open the lock, longing to love yourself back. 

“Let me rub your little clit and get you ready for it, pup. It’s gonna hurt if I don’t and that’s not happening under my watch,” he murmured, dragging his fingernails up your arm, flattening the pads of his fingers on the way down your breast and ribs, rooting at the overspilling pooch of your stomach—the source of your river of tears. He left gooseflesh in his wake as your liquid, freed emotions trickled down your cheeks, one that he warmed by pressing your back flush against his chest, placing the side of your head on top of yours, lips puckered in an eternal, oscillating kiss—the makeshift, heart-shaped sunlight that shines through the surface of your river. 

Overwhelmed by it all, you could only nod. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Gonna make you strong, you want that?” Hobi continued, hand sneaking down your mound, your feminine flesh until he reached your heat, collecting your nectar, then drifting back up to your clit, stopping there. You writhed, your bum pushing up against him, mewling your agreement. “Spread your legs for me.” 

You parted them and Hobi followed your movement with his palm, guiding you to hook one of your legs behind his, shifting you a little onto your back, giving him more space for the expansion of the eternity of his kisses. He fondled your cheek with his, acknowledging himself with your tears, forcing them to be his when he breathed them in, exhaling with a mournful sigh. 

You had never been mourned before. And the feeling was too great—too, too great. 

“Don’t cry, pup. I’m gonna make it right. Everything.” 

He didn’t wish to fix you; he was determined to fix your life. You began to sob, your fingers finding his temple, sinking into his silky hair. Hobi waited for the halt of your liquidity, thinking it’s sadness, but your emotions didn’t bear its face. They were clothed in thankfulness and wore the face of a bride of felicity, a woman who carried dejection in her arms for her entire life, only to have been gifted joy by a man who saw her, met her and listened to his heart when it asked for her. 

You placed his hand right back, where it belonged. Became aware how his fingertips were the perfect size for the swollenness of your clit, which led you to think it was created for him, for his fingers only; that no one else would ever touch it because there would be no one after him. It has become his until the end of time. 

“I’m not gonna touch you when you’re crying,” Hobi whispered and you shook your head, pressing his middle finger against that sensitive part of you. 

“I’m not sad, baby,” you said in the same hushed tone, which halted your tears. “I’m happy. Those are happy tears. Touch me, please.” 

He used the same hand to turn your chin for his lips to kiss yours, slow and passionate, making you cry out. He sighed against you, breaking the exchange of affection to look at you in the growing, muted light, irises flicking between yours, deep in thought. And when he licked his fingertips and rubbed your clit, you realized he did it in order to watch your reaction because those same irises fluttered back into his head. He hissed, baring his teeth, and you mewled little sounds that almost made him roll them back again. 

“Your clit is so swollen,” Hobi commented, love stretching over his eyes, and your walls clenched, tightly. You knew in that very instant that the love you saw got engraved along those fleshy walls of yours, never to regrow into its former state. 

“My body is asking for you,” you murmured, using the similar words that you did yesterday in his car, when you teased him. 

He moaned. “Oh, yeah?” 

It were your eyes that rolled back and you let him espy your perversely innocent obsession with those two words. Your torso lifted off of the mattress, hips twirling in the rhythm of his circles, your throat emitting the sweetest, most prolonged noises. And he swore, mouth parted. 

“You like when I say that?” 

You nodded, your orgasm quickening in tandem with his motions. The blush that appeared upon his cheeks casted the room in a rosy glow. Even the moon shone differently—more gently, the heavens dressing themselves in the dawn of his warm emotions. It added much to the coming of your climax, the same colors dipping inside, and you yearned for his lips. 

“Kiss me, please.” 

He kissed you with a delicate hunger, burying his nose into your cheek, breathing hard. His other hand had sneaked around your torso when you arched it and as he kissed you, he lifted the hem of your pajama shirt and brushed his palm over your nipples. Streaks of the pinks of his dawn blasted in your dark vision, sizzling once he grabbed both of your breasts in that same hand, and your body gained momentum in its writhing dance, your nubs stimulated. And when his tongue greeted yours, you came.

His fingers glided along your wetness as you fell down from your high, unable to kiss him back. Hobi watched you with enlarged pupils and with reddened, puffy lips, out of which trickled little, rough noises of pleasure. He was pleased to see what he saw, cordially mellow life spreading over you, changing you. You felt it and you were fearful of it abandoning you, clutching it with all your might on the inside and he helped you—sank his fingers inside your heat, stretching you out, desiring to see it blanketing you, perpetually. 

And then he was on top of you, driving his cock up and down your glinting femininity, panting, licking his lips, murmuring something about how he wanted to look at your face when he gave you what you wanted. He held himself steady in his fist, humming with each snap of his hips, his buff figure glistening in sweat. But all that your attention was painted with was the blessed picture of him getting you pregnant. It dizzied your senses, hormones rushing in, overpowering everything else. 

And you didn’t voice it out until he was mid-stroke. 

“I want you to breed me so bad.” 

Hobi growled, gutturally, stomach clenching—making his abdominal muscles more prominent than before. He fucked you hard, stopping after each rock of his hips, your body reverberating. 

“Be quiet or I won’t last.” 

Due to the hormones intoxicating your brain, his rejection saddened you and your mouth rounded in a pout, hands clasping his muscled arms, your manicured fingernails scratching down the skin. Hobi only cooed at your reaction, leaning his weight on one arm, his hand petting your cheek, thumb tracing the half-moon of your mouth, failing to precisely follow the line, quivering as he continued to ram into you. 

He grinned once your expression broke and melted into an angelically lustful one. He gave you the entirety of him, his mound kissing yours, again and again. 

You caught your breath, got used to the overbearing sensation of him rapidly prodding your guts. “Give me your kids, please, please.” 

And your plea didn’t have an ending until he decided. 

“If you say please one more time, I’ll stop.” 

And you did. 

He pulled out, brows shadowing his deepening blush, and he pinned your hands behind your head, leaning his weight on them. His bedewed cock twinkled on the pooch of your tummy and you closed your thighs over it as much as your position allowed you, your legs hanging over his shoulders. 

“Eyes on me,” Hobi commanded and you lifted your gaze, boring it into his. “You make me wanna do bad fucking things to you,” he continued, groaning when you squeezed the muscles of your thighs, affected by his words—your heart quickened, drunk by the dark side of his desire. “Punish you. Ruin you. But I can’t. I can’t when you’re such an angel, when you’re so bite-sized. You deserve nothing but love and gentleness, so don’t fucking tempt me and let me fuck you like you deserve.” 

Maddened by his words, you began to lift your hips, thighs clenched, feeling small, courageous and girlish. Hobi closed his eyes, moaning. Fucked your thighs until he couldn’t take it anymore, holding them steady, staring you down. Then, he pried them apart and made love to them with his mouth, rooting at your stomach, marking it just once—on the skin just beside your belly button. 

“I love your little tummy so much,” he whispered, biting it, biting into your insecurity and chewing it out, making you cry out in pleasure. Took your hands in his, rubbed your knuckles. “Are you gonna be a good pup now?” 

Your femininity drooled for him and you nodded, but he wanted you to use your words. 

“I’m gonna be a good pup now, Hoseok.” 

He swore, kissing you hard on the mouth. “I don’t know what makes me crazy first. Hearing you say your pet name or hearing you say my name. You’re so good. So good to me.”

It was melting, what occurred next. In the same, poetic way the night melted into the morning, Hobi melted into you. He began to fuck you, languidly. No rush, no hastiness. Eye contact, hand holding. Nose to nose. Time might have stopped between you and him, but it went on beyond the atmosphere of the love you felt surrounding it from within. It reminded you of the love that swam past his eyes, of the way it got engraved on the walls of your heat—and with every tranquil stroke, you sensed him etching it deeper. The poem you recited for him, the picture of your swollen belly, the curved lines of his endeared eyes. You’ve gotten lost in it, and so has he—in the cherub pendant of your necklace, sitting proudly on your chest. The rosy light as it longs to look, too, at his studying material. It’s what brings him into the present time, tender eyes flicking to the side, where the light is spilling from, realizing that the morning has come. 

He places his hand flat on your chest, fingers over the cherub. “You’re wearing yourself on your necklace. Little baby angel with pretty, pretty wings.” 

You pucker your mouth, asking for a kiss, heart warmed by the fact he’s mentioning something that’s so dear to you. He gives it to you, chaste and gentle, whimpering against you as he twitches inside your femininity. He begins to move, smoothly, at that same slow pace. Love—that must be the wordless expression of love. You tremble all over.

“What do my wings look like?” you ask, thumb stroking his knuckle as your hands remain intertwined with his. You tighten your hold, stealing some of his stability. 

Hobi doesn’t pause to think; his answer is ready on the tip of his tongue. “You’re golden, pup. From head to toe, but differently. You’re smothered in pink. Gold and pink.” 

His imaginary wings quiver, pink and black. You sigh, pleased, heart thumping. 

“The sun is up,” he says, kissing your neck once. “Are you strong and brave like that angel to open the message?” 

You widen your eyes, mouth parting and drying in shock. “Now?” 

He smiles, lazily, focusing his kisses on your cheek. “Yes, now, pup. So I can make you forget about what you saw right after.” 

A moan escapes you and you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his back. Hobi picks up the speed, whimpering in your ear, hands gripping your waist—grounding you, giving you the notion that nothing bad could ever happen to you when he holds you like this, when he makes those sounds for you and when he’s connected with you like this. You can taste his strength when he nestles himself inside you to the hilt all over again,. And you smack your mouth, loving the tangy flavor of it. 

What a perfect time to open the message. 

“Okay. I can do it.” 

Hobi coos. “That’s my pup.” 

You clench around him and he growls, kissing you, the sound traveling down to your heart, steeling it. Breaking the kiss, he reaches over for your phone and hands it to you. You position it so both of you can see the screen as you tap on the singular notification, your stomach rippling while your heart remains strong. And while it loads, you whisk your gaze to Hobi. 

He’s nibbling his bottom lip. 

Nervous. 

Ache seizes you and you’d say fuck it and fling your phone away, but you’re aware you need to do this. So you and Hobi can have the needed peace. It’s a step towards the confrontation that will follow soon. 

“Can you hold my hand?” you ask, mouth rounded in tender emotion and Hobi doesn’t hesitate to take your hand. Interlacing your fingers with his in his style, he keeps your hand pressed against his chest and you can feel the vibrations of his violent heart. 

Your ache grows. 

The picture has finished loading. 

A canvas is poised behind the sunless background of his floor length windows, illuminated by the faint lights that shone in his living room. You’d focus on the drying art, on its colors, on its vague message, but you know, instinctually, that the message isn’t there. 

It’s right there in the reflection of his window. 

Jungkook is standing there alone, barren down to his manliness. Covering the base of his semi-hard length with a hint of decency, the largeness of his hand only conceals the fine hairs on his mound while the rest is naked to the eye. The glint, perpetuated and divulging his arousal, on the mushroom head of his manhood. The broadness of his chest, the slenderness of his waist, the tattooed sleeve that leads to the part of him that used to bring you so much pleasure. 

Your body betrays you; you clench around Hobi. 

You can feel his gaze upon your face, but it’s not scorching hot. It’s anything but. 

“Who is this person to you?” he asks, calmly, and you swallow with difficulty. The time has come for the truth; you can sense that it’s right, that it’s meant to be, but still you hesitate, try hard to find the bit of strength you have in order to use it to speak. But you discover that it’s all been used up, so you remain silent. Hobi calls you by your name, pressing on the matter, tiny stars of trust flashing in his eyes. “I’m not a boy, you can talk to me. You can tell me who this person is to you without me getting mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” 

It’s not that you’re fearful of his reaction—you just wish this never happened in the first place. You don’t want to deal with this, you don’t want to bring Jungkook into your relationship any more than he already is. But it’s inevitable. You can’t pause it. You can’t delay it. 

You can only face it. 

“He’s my ex,” you whisper, not trusting your own voice, worried that it’ll break and your tears will make an appearance. 

“I thought so, but I wanted to hear it from you. Good.” He licks his lips, eyes descending to your cherub before they fix on your mouth, pecking you. Your chest shudders with emotions. “When did you break up?” 

Your chin quivers. Inevitable. “Almost a month ago.” 

Hobi nods, thinking as he rubs his knuckles on your cheek. “Do you still love him?” 

A tear rolls down your cheek while silence echoes within your mind, body and soul. “I don’t know.” 

He cradles your face with both hands. “You squeezed around me when you looked at him. Got wetter. It’s okay. It’s too soon. I found you too soon.” 

You sob, loudly, uglily. Hobi shushes you, kissing your tears away. Pulls out of you and shifts onto his back, bringing you with him, so you can lie on his chest. Cocoons you in his arms, nose buried in your hair that he pets, breathing steadily while his heart tremors. You cling to him with all your might. Break and break while he keeps the shards of you whole, the sharp edges cutting his skin open. And you’re sorry, terribly, terribly sorry. You sink it into his chest, into his neck—kissing him there with your tears, your sobs and your hands that roam everywhere they can reach in the snugness that little by little find a way to help you voice it out. 

“I’m so sorry, Hobi. I’m so sorry.” 

He rubs your back. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

You disagree. Loathe your body for the way it sang for another man. “But I did. You felt what my body did. I’m so sorry.”

He even grew soft and pulled out of you. A dread courses down your treacherous body at a thought that seizes you—that in most probability this is the last time he showers you in the kindness of attention, that this is the last sun you’ll ever see for the rest of your life. 

Hobi brushes your hair back and gazes down at you, splitting your thoughts in two. “Look at me.” Rays of the heart-shaped sun paint streaks of rose gold in his pearlescent eyes. There must be all sources of light—you’ve never seen such stark luminosity. It pulls you in, tightens your attachment to him, encourages your private desire to be with him, stay with him, live life with him. You drift your fingertips along the softness of his skin on his chest that you’re resting upon, hear its hushed calling for you, but you fear it’s all in your mind. “Your body reacted the way it was supposed to. You spent some time with this person, loved him at some point and it just ended. Your body is still used to him and as much as it pains me, I understand it.” 

The shards in you crumble, staining his skin in crimson. Your fingers begin to itch to claw that accustomedness away, so you can be all new and pure for him. They tremble against his shoulder and like a kitty cat, Hobi rubs his cheek on it, soothing its tremor, soothing its ruination tendencies, and you let him, willfully, gladly. You want him to paint you so anew that you’d have to get to know yourself all over again, that you’d have to wade through heavy, murky waters in order to remember, faintly, your past love. 

You lost all respect for Jungkook—and, vividly, you sense the final conclusion to the chapter of your life with him. 

“I want you, Hobi. No one else,” you whisper, your tears dried upon your cheeks, on his chest, too. 

He lifts your chin. Looks at you for a time that seems centuries-long. “You want me?” 

You nod in his hand. “I want to spend my life with you. Is it also too soon to think that?” 

He laughs, softly, lips curled in a gentle smile. He swipes his thumb under your eyes, over your eyelashes, and he kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry. I said it because I want you all to myself. I also told you I don’t share, remember?” 

Yesterday in his car, when he wasn’t willing to kill the engine and fuck you in your silky dress and thigh-high boots because he didn’t want other people around to hear your sounds of pleasure. His smile reaches your mouth, rightfully, at the memory. You deem it belongs there. Deem these memories should be the only ones living in your mind. Those to come, too. Not the image of Jungkook’s bareness and the unknown canvas you didn’t even glance at. 

Now that you’ve descended to a state of calmness, you think about the matter of ‘soon’, portrayed by his words. You repeat them in your mind—“Too soon. I found you too soon.”—and admiration for him slinks into your heart, growing there into a bush of raspberries that you can strangely taste in your mouth. Every chamber of your weakened heart is perfumed by it the longer that sentence rings in your system. You’re touched by it, by his softness, by his lack of anger that would only be appropriate in this situation. And it means a lot to you, because all that you’ve ever known from the few men in your life, besides indifference, is anger. Your father, your first boyfriend, Jungkook. All of those men showed you that you’re deserving of the scalding, poisonous sting of anger due to your actions. 

Hobi isn’t like that. He regrets the time. His emotions shoot out into the realm, where your footfalls never made an imprint. 

Your sweetened body yearns to give back to him, but you don’t know how to do it in a way that isn’t lustful. 

You lift your torso, propping your forearms on his chest, breasts squished against him. Your hair falls around you, vivifying the beginning bloom of your arousal, the raspberries. And you blow them, against his lips, coaxing an endeared hum out of him. Hobi opens his mouth to speak, but you outrun him, needing to get something out of your chest. 

“Thank you for not being angry with me,” you say and the sunlight rises furthermore, gracing you with a picturesque aura that tightens the thankfulness, laced with the need to pleasure him, within you. “You’re not sharing me with anyone, and you never will. I’m yours and I want your kids. But I’m sorry that you regret it’s too soon. I’m sorry I’m not prepared enough for you. You don’t deserve this.” 

Hobi shakes his head, pressing his lips in a firm line, dimples etched above. You regard them as so beautiful that you trace them with your fingertip. He envelops his arms around you tighter, grasping the nape of your neck, drawing you in to kiss you. And the raspberries burst as he moves his mouth against you, priming your yearning to give back to him. 

A string of saliva keeps you bound to him as he withdraws and it propels you to kiss him again. He lets you, briefly, whimpers when you slip your tongue inside, and he forcefully pulls you away. Needs to say something—his eyes are full of that thumping urgency. 

“I could never be angry at you for something that isn’t your fault,” he breathes out, chest lifting rapidly as he pants, the urgency growing in size and you sense that he really wants you to know this. “And these kids?” He thrusts his hips against you and yours and his smile widens in unison—he’s pressed right against your naked mound and stomach, and the movement caused his balls to softly tap the round, fleshy edges of your bum. “They’re yours as soon as this settles, you hear me?” 

You coo, cradling his face, eyes narrowing in taut, tender emotion. And something of the same urgency spills out of you in similar fashion. “All night I imagined carrying your child. But I’ll start taking my birth control again until—”

“You don’t have to,” he disagrees, seriousness coating his tone, and your mouth parts. “As soon as this settles, you’re having my child, if that’s what you want as well.” 

The words—isn’t it too soon?—almost drips out of your agape mouth, but then your desire stops you. If it weren’t the time for it, would your desire for it still harmonize with your heart? 

Seeing your hesitancy, Hobi continues. “I have a house. A stable job. Money in my bank account. In savings. I’ve wanted a child for a long time and it got to the point that I had to physically stop myself from wanting it. And then I met you—and you wouldn’t stop tempting me with it.” He chuckles and you’re struck with speechlessness, your heart, your lungs swollen with a mania of affection, elation and passion. Merely your hands are able to talk—and you squeeze his cheeks, squishing them, prolonging his sound of joy, planting a flush across them. “You’re the person I was waiting for, pup. And the waiting is over. I have no reason to wait anymore, do I?” 

You kiss him and onto his lips you say: “You don’t.” 

He hums, deeply. Glides his hands down your spine to your bum, kneading it, and it’s instinctual—the way your hips begin to grind against the squishiness of him. In response, his lips latch onto your neck as his hands begin to guide your movement into a kingdom of vigorousness. Delightful pleasure anoints your body in rosy relief, exultation and in a rhapsody of excitement to see, to meet the new, upcoming face of your life. 

Hobi, the curse breaker. The enigma is revealed and your organs flutter, scurry to write a hymn for him. 

It’s what he absolutely, befittingly deserves. 

And more. 

You crawl back down until you straddle his knees, keeping your hands flat on his stomach as you take the softness of him into your mouth. You fail due to how lightweight he is, coaxing a giggle out of you and a determination to try harder to gratify your yearning to give back to him, and Hobi moans, pets your hair, the reverberations of his sighs stimulating your intimate parts. 

You swallow a little bit of him, pausing at his tip, your cheeks hollowed out. He sinks his fingers into your hair, body trembling underneath you, and it feels exhilarating. A question that needs to be voiced out springs in you, spurred from the subtle saltiness of his precum that you devour. 

“So, are you my boyfriend now?” 

Hobi grins, petting you as if you were a puppy—waggling your head as you toy with the tip of his cock, using your tongue, feeling him harden, little by little. “I’m your husband.” Your stomach flips, cheeks redden and Hobi laughs, gently. Your arousal drips down, unabashedly, down your inner thigh. He grabs your jaw, his length plopping out of your mouth. Another trickle of arousal follows the one that stained your flesh. “But yeah, I’m your boyfriend. You wanna mark down this day, pup?” 

You nod, speechless again, your mind a sultry, misty pool of lewdness and the image of your pregnant belly laps past your eyes, drenching you. “The day you stuff me full of your cum… as a boyfriend.”

Hobi rolls his eyes back, sucking in a breath as your smile blossoms. He tugs you upwards until your pussy rests against his cock the way it did before, caging you in with one arm around your back while the other squeezes the fleshy part of your hip. 

“Grind your pussy on it, pup. Come on,” he orders and you listen, rolling your hips against his hardening manhood, your dripping essence making it an easy ride. Then, he kneads your ass cheek, descending to the back of your thigh and spanking it once, coaxing a high-pitched moan out of you that rapidly stiffens him. The sharp pain mingles with the pleasure rooting from your stimulated clit and you want more. 

You’d reach behind yourself and put him inside, if he hadn’t spanked your ass so hard that you cried out. 

“Fuck, Hobi.” 

Your eyes wet with pleasure-filled tears behind closed eyelids and when you open them, you catch the lopsided smile on Hobi’s face straightening into a narrow, firm line. Your heart quivers, the mist in your mind evaporates and you lift yourself onto your hands. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, panic evident in your voice, but it seems as though he can’t hear you—his eyes are lost, unblinking, his being having strayed away to a dark corner of his mind.

It isn’t until you shake his cheek that he flicks his eyes up to yours. Wretchedness dims out their light and it might as well rip out your heart, with its raspberry fragrance and all. 

“The painting,” Hobi says and you furrow your brows, not sure what he means. 

“What painting?” 

He sits up, leaning his back against the pillowed headrest, licking his lips.  “In the picture he sent you,” he explains, his voice dull and low; your lungs constrict. Cold sweat prickles your spine and you can’t breathe. What did Jungkook paint on that canvas? “You didn’t look at the painting?” 

You’re ashamed to admit that you didn’t, so, breaking the eye contact, you shake your head ‘no’, your features drooping. Hobi takes your hands in his, his thumbs in the middle of your palms, and the gesture helps you reconnect the exchange of gazes. Pity floods the indistinct light and your lungs burn.

“He painted you. Bent over… his lap I guess. Your butt was red and it had his handprint.”

The fire of your lungs spreads to the rest of your body and you don’t hesitate before you grab your phone and dial Jungkook’s number. 

Don’t hesitate to burn him with the same fire. 

𓂃 ౨ৎ LOVE-KISSED BABIES: @tkslovechild, @jjk7k, @parkinglot-nights, @bethvar, @Sexytholland, @yoongibaybee, @crystaleah,@fennecnco, @lil-kpopstan,

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[speakofthedebbie]

babys first tag game cuz im curious but what do yall do for a living?

personally im just a student lol

@starryeyeddreamer21 @starlit-rainfall @thegreatpapaya666 @manicali @the-gloink

@lifea16 @achtungmandatory @oneofwaytoomanyfandoms @the-comments @snackypie

@artsyannierose @blitzosicedcoffee @mybirdis-theradiodemon @0-cloud-puff-0 @charbored

@cali-and-chaos @justawasteoftime1122 @chaoticace2005 @sassy-radio-hazbin-queen @helluvaandhazbinarelife

@jujuflakes @hazbinv33 @hordeofangrybees @mothswritingeye @hydrogenuranium

@livelaughloveluci @lordhavemercyyyyy

no pressure tags cuz im not sure how inappropriate it is to ask this lol (tho i hope at least one person rbs or im gonna look like an absolute FOOL [not like i dont do that on the daily])

[justificated-catalyst]

Hello!

You may not know me, but I'm Michael Gallantblade, An Archangel , Sword of God if you will (He's being formal but just call him Mike, and he is Ace and Uniromantic). I'm Lucifer's Twin Brother and I found out about this corner of the internet where you can... Uh what can we do again?

(BTW, I still RP as the Snek (Eccy), they are not entirely gone until interacted with, and yes Michael owns them)

...Anyways! Here's my RP Family! (Yay I love yall!)

Azrael: @unjustified-chaos WIFEYYY!!!(*HAPPY NOISES*)

Lucifer: @madly-enthusiastic My Adorable Baby Brother! (Bro got away with that...)

Jophiel: @undeniable-radiance Toxic Ex...(LOATHING, UNADULTERATED LOATHING!)

Charlie: @princesscharliesstuff My Wonderful Niece!

Maggie? : @hazbinsprotectorxxx My Niece-In-Law!

(he's as dumb as Lucifer lmao)

Alastor: @voxtechsmells My Brother-in-law, Friends, maybe?

Lilith: @queensaskblog Ex-Sister-in-law... I don't like her.

Alastor and Lucifer: @ask-radioapple POWER COUPLE!!

Other people:

Niffty: @nifftyyyyy Chaos Gremlin

Ayuda: @shortmomma1993 Awesome Niece-In-Law

Hoppy: @hophopscotch Adoptive Niece

Star: @starlit-mess Another Adoptive Niece (BFF)

Rosie: @askyourauntierosie... (I can't say but you're cool!)

THE CAT: @cursedcatalastor Chaotic Cat

Zestial: @ask-zestial Number 1 Overlord

Beelzebub: @ask-the-queen-beelzebub Sin of Gluttony, The reason why God is letting it thrive

Angeldust: @ask-angel-dust-w No. Just no

Lute: @lutethelieutenant Rude and Disrespectful

PERRA ARROGANTE CHULA: @mothmandarling

Fashion Gal: @therealbackboneofthevees

Adam: @adamforthewin Same as lute but more, respectful?

Itzay: @itzay0910 Friend

Boxheaded Salmon: @voxtechsmellsgreatactually

Lion: @lionisagremlin Troublemaker

Other Luci: @lucithekingofhell

[starlit-supposedly]

Don’t worry! The things in my drafts aren’t cooking, they somehow are becoming more raw! Or are fermenting idk-

They’re fermenting…pickling… brining….marinating?

[eternalstarlitwonderland]

Empyreal Butterflies

As the starlit hour drew to a close, the forest began to transition into darkness, transforming into a mere silhouette of its vibrant self

The last vestiges of light flickered faintly, like ephemeral sparks lost among the shadows

The starlight danced gently through the trees, shimmering momentarily before fading into the night’s embrace

After her departure, the joyful melody that filled the air faded away, leaving the woodland in tranquil silence

In her absence, the remaining butterflies that used to brighten the landscape drifted aimlessly, their once-radiant colors now muted and lost within the deepening gloom

Gradually, the forest became entirely shrouded in a shadowy veil, giving it an otherworldly quality

The butterflies lingered like faint echoes of their former splendor

Their luminous beauty is now hidden deep within the depths of the darkened woods

Suddenly, with a silvery flash, the sky erupted into an aurora, splashing the night canvas with ethereal hues that danced and swirled in an enchanting display

The first rays of dawn began to break, heralding the arrival of a new day

Daylight has an undeniable way of revealing the world’s intricate beauty, unveiling the landscape under its warm embrace

Gentle rays bathed the forest floor, casting a beauteous subtlety over the scene, while the lovely sound of birds began to trill a joyful morning song, filling the air with a sense of renewal

The sunlit glint delicately permeated the forest, draping it in a soft, radiant glow

As if responding to the awakening magic of the day-spring, fluorescent butterflies materialized, flocking toward the woodland once more

Although she had yet to return, her essence lingered within the very heart of the forest, entwining with the vibrant life around her

The day-spring’s beaming glimmer gleamed overhead, promising new beginnings and whispered secrets carried on the gentle breeze, inviting the early birds to begin their eagerly awaited journey

The incandescent butterflies dance gracefully through the air, their vibrant colors shimmering as they catch the sunlight

As they flutter among the lush greenery of the forest, each delicate wingbeat casts a gentle glow and softly weaves a tapestry of light that brightens, filling the air with a magical luminescence that brightens even the shadowy corners of the woodland

The trekkers were entranced as they gazed upon the delicate glimmer that sparkled like a thousand tiny stars dispersed across the landscape, that radiated from each tiny glimmer catching the sunlight like scattered jewels

Some of them felt an irresistible pull, as if the ethereal light seemed to weave a spell, drawing in those who paused to admire its enchanting allure, leaving them spellbound in its captivating embrace

Amidst the dense, shadowy embrace of the forest, one of the trekkers wandered deeper into the labyrinthine chasm of towering trees and found themselves lost

As the silence enveloped them, a mounting sense of panic began to creep in, evident in their trembling hands and quickened breaths

Unbeknownst to them, a vibrant flurry of butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings glistered like gems, in the hues of orange and blue sensed the wanderer's distress

Instinctively, they flitted through the air, their delicate forms drawing closer to the troubled soul as if to offer solace amid the chaos

Caught off guard by the breathtaking sight of the brilliant butterflies emerging from the shadows, being stunned by the unexpected arrival

They hesitantly approached, their hearts racing with curiosity, With wide eyes

Pondered aloud, asking the ethereal creatures whether were harbingers of hope or mere figments of their imagination

A vibrant butterfly emerged, its wings shimmered in a sparkly silvery glitter and were painted with exquisite hues of soft rose and vivid chartreuse, creating a breathtaking display as it fluttered gracefully before them

With a gentle flick of its delicate antennae,

the butterfly emitted a soothing and clear voice that resonated with warmth and reassurance, captivating those who listened

It beckoned them with a subtle, inviting motion, guiding them along a hidden path that wound through a lush forest, where sunlight filtered through the canopy above, creating a tapestry of dappled light on the forest floor, as the butterfly leading them away from peril, and its presence was a comforting beacon on their journey and guiding them safely into the embrace of the vibrant wilderness, filling them with a sense of peace and wonder

The trekker warmly expressed their heartfelt gratitude for the skillful guidance provided throughout the winding paths of the forest,

feeling a profound sense of relief and appreciation for their safe journey, ensuring their safe passage amidst the towering trees and tangled underbrush

The butterflies fluttering around the daylit forest

Their delicate glint illuminates, keeping it mystical and magical

Making their mistress proud, honoring her legacy

She left a brilliant legacy that lives on through the fluorescent butterflies

They elegantly maundering in their ethereal glint, guarding the forest and protecting it from evil entities

[pearlesscentt]

the starting point

riize (all members) + love tropes i associate them with, fluff

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — shotaro : slowburn

lunches with friends. uncertain glances. anticipation. plant on your windowsill. book and music recommendations. a nervous invitation. long walks after midnight. hands brushing against each other. shy smiles. heart beats speeding up. changing of topics. holding back. a handwritten letter of all unsaid things.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — eunseok : [a] fell first, but [b] fell harder

basketball. playful teasing. charming smile. jersey numbers. campus crush. inside jokes. contagious laughter. late-night texts. one-on-one shooting competitions. game day nerves. electrolyte drinks. a text for good luck. unspoken feelings.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sungchan : meet cute

dog park. tangled leashes. nervous laughter. doggie treats and snuggles. park benches. nosy neighbors. budding friendship. play dates. shyly asking for a phone number. sending each other animal videos. daily walks and paw prints. puppy love.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — wonbin : summer love

beach town. wind chimes. melting ice cream cones. sun-kissed skin. barefoot beach strolls. seashells. saltwater in your hair. dancing at the summer festival. sundresses. peach iced tea at the café. sunsets. climbing up the lighthouse. flip flops and tank tops. pretending to know constellations on starlit nights. summer rain. post cards and love letters.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — seunghan : fake dating

living room. dumb decisions over wine. ground rules. nervous introductions. a hand on your lower back. a sigh of relief. public displays. pretend dates. more wine. shared secrets. a photo on social media. a kiss in a crowded room. even more wine. knowing glances. confusion. sincerity.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sohee : strangers to lovers

bus stops. the chaos of a rush hour. same route home. familiarity. polite nods. curiousity. accidental touches. part-time jobs and exhaustion. falling asleep on your shoulder. sharing earbuds and new music. unexpected friendship. comfort in silence. walking you home.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — anton : childhood friends to lovers

neighborhood playground. laughter. afternoons in the treehouse. homemade birthday cards. secret handshakes. teaching each other how to ride a bike. band-aids. being apart during summer camp. doing homework together. hot chocolate on sleepovers. teasing each other about crushes. high school prom. promise rings. graduation day. growing up.

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[kesshavx]

𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 giyuu and sanemi 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 female 𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴✩★✯

ɢɪʏᴜᴜ ᴛᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ༄

"Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, and his s/o, a Kakushi, keeping their relationship a secret due to the inherent dangers and responsibilities associated with their roles in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Their dates are often quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to their perilous daily lives. They find comfort in each other's presence, their love a quiet sanctuary amidst the chaos.

As the Hashira battle approaches, they both understand the risks they face. Giyu, in particular, is plagued by worry for his s/o, but they both remain steadfast, their shared resolve strengthening their bond.

After surviving the Hashira battle, their relationship deepens. They decide to marry in a quiet ceremony, their whispered vows a testament to their enduring love.

Years later, they have children. Despite the dangers they face, their family is a beacon of happiness and peace, their love story a silent testament to their unyielding bond."

𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎༄

"Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, is a force to be reckoned with. His relationship with his s/o, a Kakushi, is a hidden whirlwind of passion and intensity, kept under wraps due to the inherent dangers of their roles in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Their dates are unconventional - training sessions that double as bonding time, late-night patrols under the starlit sky. Their love story is woven into the fabric of their shared duty, a secret tale of love and bravery.

As the Hashira battle approaches, Sanemi's protective instincts kick into overdrive. He's always been a fighter, but the thought of his s/o in danger lights a new fire in him. He vows to shield them from harm, his love fueling his determination.

Surviving the Hashira battle brings a new depth to their relationship. They've faced death together and come out stronger, their bond unbreakable. They marry in a private ceremony, their vows echoing in the silent night, promises of protection and eternal love.

Years later, they have children. Their little ones grow up hearing tales of their parents' bravery, their family life a stark contrast to their perilous duties. Despite the dangers that lurk in the shadows, their love story remains a beacon of hope and resilience, a testament to their unyielding bond."

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

Late Night Chat

sirius black x reader - late night chat

word count: 1k

summary: just a little blurb about a late night chat after exam week with non other than the sirius black

warnings: none :)

a/n: why is ben barnes so fineeeeee

     The night was still, save for the soft rustling of leaves from the trees surrounding the edge of the Black Lake. Hogwarts, nestled under a blanket of starlit skies, seemed peaceful for once—no looming threats, no hidden dangers, just the quiet hum of life that came after a long day of classes and before the chaos of whatever trouble the Marauders would surely cause next.

     Tonight, there was a different energy in the air. One that made y/n’s heart race in a way that didn’t quite feel like anxiety—more like anticipation.

     She sat by the edge of the lake, feet dangling just above the water, trying to lose herself in the moonlit ripples. She’d been coming here more often lately, especially after a particularly grueling week of exams, hoping the silence would calm her mind. 

     Sirius Black had been hovering around more often than usual, appearing when she least expected him. At first, it was always with the Marauders—James, Remus, and Peter—but slowly, over the past few weeks, he'd started showing up when the others weren’t around. And lately, he’d been staying longer.

     Y/n weren’t sure how to feel about it. Sirius Black had always been the charming, reckless prankster. He was the kind of person who could turn heads with a smile, or cause an uproar with a laugh. He was magnetic in a way that made it impossible to ignore him. And yet, when it was just the two of them, he seemed different—more focused, more... genuine.

     Tonight, she sat there, eyes on the dark waters of the lake, hoping her heartbeat wasn’t as loud as it felt. She’d promised yourself she wouldn’t let your mind wander. She wouldn’t think about how his voice sounded just a little more tender when he asked if she was okay. Or how his grin made her forget everything else when he leaned a little too close.

     But then, she heard it.

     The snap of a twig behind her.

     Before she could turn, a voice, as familiar as the sound of her own breath, called her name softly.

     "Y/n," Sirius's voice was warm and inviting, and she could feel the smile in his words, even without turning around. "You know, you’ve been here a lot lately."

     She smiled to herself. It was a little ridiculous how easily he made her feel seen, even when she didn't want to be. "You know, you’ve been lurking around me a lot lately,” she mocked, “ It’s almost like you’re stalking me."

     He laughed, the sound echoing across the empty grounds, and she turned to see him leaning casually against a nearby tree, hands in the pockets of his robes. His dark eyes twinkled in the moonlight, his hair messy and windswept.

     "You make it sound like a bad thing," Sirius said, pushing off from the tree and walking over to where she sat. "I’m just... looking out for you. Someone’s got to keep you from brooding out here all alone."

     She scoffed lightly but didn’t move to argue. "I don’t brood," she said, though she was well aware of the frown that had crossed her face when she’d first arrived at the lake.

     Sirius sat down next to her, his thigh brushing her as he gazed out at the water. There was a brief, comfortable silence, but it wasn’t awkward—not with Sirius. Not anymore.

     "You’ve been a bit quiet lately," he said, his voice quieter now, softer. "Everything okay?"

     She blinked, surprised by how perceptive he was. Sirius was known for being reckless, impulsive, sometimes a little too much of a show-off—but he wasn’t wrong. She had been quieter than usual. There were things on her mind, things she hadn’t quite figured out how to say, or maybe things she was afraid to.

     "I’m fine," she replied, her tone casual. "Just... thinking."

     "About what?" Sirius pressed, nudging her shoulder with his.

     She glanced at him, meeting his gaze for a moment. There was no judgment in his eyes—just that unwavering sense of understanding, like he knew more than he let on, but wasn’t about to push her to tell him.

     "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. "Everything feels so... complicated sometimes. People, life... it just feels like things are changing too quickly, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it."

     Sirius turned his body slightly toward her, his expression softening. "Change sucks," he agreed, his voice low and serious. "It feels like you’re just barely hanging on, but you don’t have any control over it."

     She nodded, grateful that he seemed to understand. She had always appreciated his candor—he was blunt when he needed to be, but it was never in a way that made you feel small or dismissed.

     "You know," he said after a long pause, "you don’t have to go through all of it alone."

     She turned to face him more fully, slightly startled by the sincerity in his voice. Sirius wasn’t known for his deep conversations, much less his vulnerability. She had seen glimpses of it—small cracks in the façade he built for everyone—but this... this felt different. This felt real.

     Before she could say anything, Sirius continued. "If you need someone to talk to—or even if you just need someone to sit here with you—I’m always here." His voice was steady, unwavering, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stayed locked on hers.

     There was an unspoken understanding between them now, something that neither of them needed to name. She didn’t need to tell him her fears, her insecurities—he was offering a quiet reassurance without pressure. And it was enough.

     She smiled, a little more genuinely than before, as she leaned her shoulder against his. "I think I’d like that."

     For a long moment, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, watching the ripples in the lake, letting the night air fill their lungs. It was peaceful, but it wasn’t empty. Not anymore.

[inkspiredwriting]

Starlit Promises

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The sky above was a canvas of deep navy, dotted with countless stars that twinkled like diamonds. Five Hargreeves had chosen this secluded spot on a hill, far from the city's artificial lights, for its unobstructed view of the heavens. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and the faint hum of nocturnal creatures filled the air. It was the perfect setting for a quiet, intimate night.

Five and his girlfriend, y/n, lay side by side on a soft blanket, their hands intertwined. Y/n's head rested on Five's shoulder, and her eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed up at the stars. Five, who was usually more accustomed to chaos and danger, found a strange but welcome sense of peace in this moment.

"Look, there's Orion," Y/n pointed out, her voice soft and filled with awe. She traced the constellation with her finger in the air.

Five turned his head to follow her gaze. "The hunter," he said, his tone reflective. "Funny, I never really took the time to appreciate things like this. Always too busy trying to save the world or fix the timeline."

Y/n's eyes sparkled as she turned to look at him. "Well, tonight you get to be just Five Hargreeves, star-gazer. No timelines to fix, no apocalypses to prevent."

Five chuckled softly, the sound blending with the night air. "That sounds nice for a change." He tightened his grip on her hand. "You know, I brought you here because there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Y/n's expression grew curious. She shifted slightly to get a better look at him, propping herself up on one elbow. "What is it?"

Five took a deep breath, the seriousness of the conversation he was about to have weighing on him. He turned his gaze back to the stars, using their distant light as a way to anchor himself.

"I've seen so many things," he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "Most of them are grim, filled with loss and pain. When I met you, I found a reason to hope for something better. But I also realized how terrified I am of losing you."

Y/n's expression softened, and she reached out to gently stroke his cheek. "Five, you don't have to worry about losing me. I'm here, and I plan to be here for a long time."

Five smiled, though there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. "I know that now. But my life... it's complicated. I’ve been to places and seen things that are hard to come back from. Sometimes I wonder if it’s fair to ask you to be part of that.”

Y/n leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto his. “Five, everyone has their own battles. Yours just happen to be a bit more... unconventional. But that doesn’t mean you have to face them alone. I want to be there with you, no matter what.”

Five’s heart swelled with emotion. He turned his body slightly to face her, his free hand reaching up to cup her face. “I love you, y/n. More than I ever thought I could love someone. And I promise, no matter what happens, no matter what the future holds, I will always support you and be there for you.”

Tears glistened in y/n’s eyes as she smiled warmly at him. “I love you too, Five. And I promise the same. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.”

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that seemed to seal their promises under the watchful eyes of the stars. When they finally pulled back, they remained close, their foreheads touching, basking in the intimacy of the moment.

As they settled back onto the blanket, their hands still entwined, Five felt a sense of peace he hadn’t known in years. For the first time, the future didn’t seem so daunting. With y/n by his side, he believed they could face whatever came their way. They lay there under the starlit sky, talking about dreams and plans, knowing that no matter where the winds of time took them, they had each other.

The night grew colder, but the warmth of their connection kept them close. And as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Five felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

[thef1diary]

Above The Chaos | D. Ricciardo

Summary: Amidst your birthday celebration’s chaos, you find solace on the rooftop with a bottle of wine. Daniel joins, offering comfort underneath the starlit sky.

— part of the Birthday Bash fics

Of course I had to post the Danny one on my own birthday 🤭!! I had sm fun writing all of these fics and I hope you loved reading them just as much

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The bass thumped through the floorboards, reverberating in your chest as you navigate through the throng of partygoers. Smiles flashed, conversations melded into a cacophony of voices, and glasses clinked together in a rhythmic cadence, each toast a testament to the joy and camaraderie of the occasion. It's the kind of party that Daniel always excels at throwing, especially for your birthday.

The air is thick with excitement, and you catch glimpses of familiar faces. "Happy birthday!" friends and family exclaim as they pass, their voices drowned out by the thumping bass of the music. You offer grateful smiles and nods in return, the corners of your lips twitching with the effort of maintaining your facade of enthusiasm.

Yet amidst the lively chaos of your birthday party, a particular longing tugged at the corners of your mind, an unspoken yearning for something more profound than the fleeting euphoria of the crowd, something quiet.

As you maneuvered through the crowd, you found yourself drawn towards the kitchen, spotting an unopened bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Quickly swiping it away, your gaze darted through the crowd, finding an escape.

You slipped away unnoticed, a ghost in the whirlwind of merriment, ascending the staircase leading to the rooftop sanctuary. Each step carried you further from the pulsating chaos below, closer to the solace of the night sky. As you emerged onto the rooftop, a soft breeze greeted you, earning a sigh from your lips.

The city sprawled before you, a labyrinth of twinkling lights. It was your favourite spot in your home as you could spend hours here in peace, watching the bustling cars pass through as everyone was eager to get to their destinations.

You found a quiet corner, away from the glare of the city, slipping your heels off and sinking onto a weathered bench, relishing the cool kiss of the night air on your skin.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to breathe deeply, filling your lungs with the crisp night air.

You uncork the bottle of wine, the rich aroma filling the air, but you remember that you forgot to bring a glass from downstairs. Just as you ponder the predicament of forgetting a glass, a familiar voice broke through the stillness of the night.

"Hey, there you are," Daniel said softly, still startling you slightly. You placed a hand on your chest, breathing deeply, "you scared me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to. Mind if I join you?" He spoke as he appeared beside you with a warm smile.

You looked at the twinkling sky for a moment, and then back at him. "Not at all," you replied, shifting over to make room on the bench. Out of all the people in the party, Daniel was the one whose company you always welcomed, even if you only wanted silence.

Daniel settled in beside you, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the vast expanse of the rooftop. He glanced at the bottle of wine in your hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Good choice," he commented, making you look down at the bottle and chuckle.

"I didn't even notice." It was a bottle of wine from his collection. "But I forgot to bring glasses," you added.

Daniel's grin widened, and he reached into the pockets of his jacket, presenting two wine glasses with a flourish. "Not to worry," he said, holding out the glasses towards you. "I came prepared."

You couldn't help but laugh at his resourcefulness, accepting the glasses with a grateful nod. "Thanks Danny," you said, pouring a generous amount of wine into each glass before handing one towards him.

"You're seriously wearing a jacket in this weather?" You eye him oddly, a laugh bubbling up in your throat again.

He shrugs, "you know I get cold, feel my hands." He holds out his free hand in front of you, and you easily clasp it in yours. "Aw, you poor baby," you tease him, setting your wine glass down to poke his reddening nose.

Daniel chuckled as you teased him, his cheeks flushing slightly at your playful jab. "Hey now, don't make fun of me," he protested, though his tone was lighthearted. "Some of us are just more sensitive to the cold."

You grinned, unable to resist poking his nose again. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert at keeping people warm," you said, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Daniel's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the proximity, the heat of his body radiating against yours. You hummed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A birthday girl special."

He leaned his head against your shoulder, one hand holding on to yours while the other swirled the wine in the glass, still not wanting to sip it just yet.

"Speaking of, why are you up here instead of enjoying the party downstairs? it's for you after all," he questioned, his voice softening.

"Just needed a moment to recharge, away from the chaos downstairs," you explained, squeezing his hand once more.

Daniel nodded in understanding, his gaze drifting to the city skyline as if contemplating your words. "I get that," he said, his voice sympathetic. "Sometimes, a little quiet time is all you need to appreciate the celebration even more."

You sighed contentedly, grateful for his understanding. "Exactly," you agreed. "And having you here makes it even better."

"Oh yeah? You're not gonna tell me to leave?" He grinned, a playful tone returning in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, dropping his hand and pushing him away. "Don't make me change my mind," you teased, giving him a mock glare before breaking into a grin. "You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not."

Daniel chuckled, leaning back against the bench with a playful smirk. "I thought I already was, from the moment we met years ago."

You jutted your chin out, "touché."

With a grin, you picked up your wine glass, raising it in a toast. "To chaotic parties and rooftop retreats," you declared, your voice filled with sincerity.

Daniel mirrored your gesture, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter. "To moments like these," he added, his tone soft but filled with meaning.

As your glasses clinked together, the sound echoing softly in the stillness of the night, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. Gratitude for the quiet moments of connection, for the laughter, and for the unwavering support of a friend who understood you like no other.

You took a sip of the wine, expecting the familiar taste of Daniel's signature blend. However, to your surprise, the flavor was different, richer and more complex than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, glancing at Daniel with a questioning look.

Daniel watched you closely, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Notice anything different?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

You nodded slowly, the taste of the wine lingering on your palate. "Yeah, it's... different," you admitted, searching for the right words to describe the unexpected flavor profile.

Daniel chuckled softly, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. "I've been working on this blend for quite a while," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "I wanted it to be perfect for your birthday."

Your eyes widened in surprise, touched by his thoughtfulness. "You did all this for me?" you asked, feeling a warmth spread through you at the realization.

Daniel nodded, his gaze meeting yours with sincerity. "Of course," he said softly. "You deserve nothing but the best."

As you sat there together, savoring the exquisite flavor of the wine and the warmth of Daniel's company, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calmness wash over you. With each sip, you could taste the love and care that had gone into crafting the perfect blend, and you knew that this birthday would be one you'd never forget.

You leaned your head against his shoulder this time, finding his hand again and threading your fingers between his. “Thank you for everything; the party, the wine, it's perfect.”

“Anything for you,” he murmured, as if stating a simple fact, but it warmed your heart, making you wonder how you were so lucky all those years ago to meet Daniel.

The night stretched on, the stars twinkling overhead like diamonds scattered across the sky. While you retreated to the rooftop for a moment of peace, you realized that you wouldn’t have found the peace in silence like you did in Daniel’s laughter.

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