#very happy to share this finally! as soon as i heard this song i knew i had to make it with trimax

[gealachros]

"No Longer You" - A Trigun Maximum Animatic

(Major Trimax Spoilers!!)

Hope you enjoy my first ever animatic!!

Music is "No Longer You" by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

From an absolutely amazing musical called "Epic"

(Also excuse my handwriting at the end lol)

[wemustgatekeepwooyoung]

Crystal clear

synopsis: After trying to comfort him through his sadness for quite a while now you and your best friend ,Jung Wooyoung, let all your sentiments towards one another finally be heard and act on your sexual tension.

Genre: Romance, a bit of angst*, fluff, smut

Pairing: Best friend (non idol) Jung Wooyoung x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4,3k

Content/ warnings: *mentions of Wooyoung’s (made up) post-breakup depressive phase, very sentimental confession (they’re so deeply in love) ,switch wooyoung/fem reader (mostly dom!wooyoung and sub!reader), oral sex(f receiving), orgasm denial,riding, edging, sort of praise kink, dirty talk, conversation mid sex (loooooots of teasing from Woo), pet names (love, dove, darling, pretty…), creampie (use dat condom my loves <3) , aftercare, overall containing both sweet and spicy content to (hopefully) have you fully satisfied.

Author’s notes: I really enjoyed writing this fic tbh. I was never really into writing smut, so tell me how you find it. Sorry for any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, english isn’t my first language </3. Tell me if I missed anything important on the ‘content/warnings’ section!!! I hope you enjoy it as it’s my first time posting :P. ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING, or if you haven’t read it yet and you intend to, I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND THAT I MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS WELL!!! <3

Wooyoung’s been finding sadness irresistible since he broke up with his girlfriend three months ago. You’ve been trying to find ways to comfort him the best you can but nothing seems to be enough. He keeps saying that it’s not that he misses her, he just misses the feeling of being in love, as his feelings for his ex have been dead for months now.

He would always go hunting for that spark in her but couldn’t do it any longer . He knew the case was all figured out and there was nothing more to do than to push forward and cross the finish line.

So that’s what he did and that’s what lead him, your hyperactively-flirty best friend, to the realisation that he never got over you.

You and him clicked right away when you first met. Although that happened, objectively speaking, it can’t be helped with ‘fresh’ acquaintanships that fear is the most prevalent feeling. So, neither Woo nor you spoke of that matter that you both shared in your heart.

Whatever the occasion, happy or sad, he’d always come to you first to make public. He knew you’d always keep a secret or have the reaction that he’d be expecting. In conclusion, he knew he could always count on you and that you’d be there no matter what. So, of course, when that sickening void started to grow inside him, he knew which door to knock.

You two have been living together since he first came to you after his breakup and have been taking great care of each other. The rest of the boys in your group (Hoongjoong, Seongwha, Yunho, Yeosang, Mingi, San and Jongho) keep giving you weird looks and suspect a confession that will soon take place. They’ve always knew, it’s only you and him that chose to be blind and lost too much time not being together-together already.

Now, you’re just getting back to your lovely apartment right after a really tiring day at work. You love the walk that makes up the distance ,from the office where you work as a secretary, to your house. But today was not a day to relax and enjoy the small things, so even this small rode to your home feels too much.

You put on your AirPods and blasted your favorite playlist that seemed to go by quickly and unrecognized. You’re over here feeling sad for not being able to feel your favorite songs in the slightest, when otherwise you’d be screaming each lyric with amiability.

When you finally reached your doorstep and took a step to the entryway to take your shoes off, you got all your other senses eliminated by the one your nose provided you with. You suddenly did not feel tired at all and all you did was try to figure out what that smell was that made you almost forget your name out of hunger.

The smell lead you smoothly in your apartment and straight to the kitchen. You didn’t even take the time to change into your pijamas or even take off your coat for starters.

“I was about to call you! Did they change your shift schedule again?”

All he did was ask you a simple question. Why did you stutter Y/N? Maybe because of how effortlessly pretty your best friend looks at the moment.

He’s dressed in a black open sleeve t-shirt that compliments his toned veiny arms so well and under that, he’s wearing a grey tracksuit. On top of those, he’s also wearing your dark red apron that your mum had gifted you when you first rented the apartment.

“N-no, I was just disposed to finish extra work till tomorrow morning”

“I see. Did you manage to finish it?” he asked you again as he was untying the red clothing that hugged his beautifully built core.

“Yes I did, I’m too much of a perfectionist to not have been able to finish it on time”

“That’s my girl!” he said and playfully pushed your shoulder

“Whatcha cookin’ at this hour?”

“Oh, this? I made some soup.“

“Is it for me perhaps?”

“No. It’s for my best friend.”

“Oh yeah? San’s coming over?”

“No, she’s working late and I want her to eat something to keep her warm during the night. Y’know it’s pretty cold outside. She’ll be so tired when she gets home that she might even forget to take her coat off!” he playfully put on a play to enlighten your tense mood from working too hard and to remind you to get properly undressed

You laughed and walked over to your coatstand where you placed your coat apathetically.

“OH MY DEAR Y/N YOU’RE BACK” he said and rushed over to you, hugging your waist tightly

“Play’s over?”

“I just wanted to find out if you’d take your coat off or intended to sleep with it so i’d take it off of you.”

Was he jokingly flirting again or was he genuinely scared that you’d sleep with it? What the fuck? He’s cooking you a meal at 2 a.m, he’s back to being a flirty-hyperactive comedian AND he seems to be… Excited. You haven’t seen him being him for over a month now, three months to be exact, but it just feels so natural and soft that it calms you down. Now, ‘desperately bored and tired Wooyoung’ is long gone in your head, like he never even existed to begin with.

You chuckled after his words and he looked at you all weirded out. You caressed his arm and back hugged him as he was stirring the soup with the ladle.

“Are you okay little one?”

“I’m better than okay. Are YOU okay?”

“I’m just fine” he said proudly and smiled. “It’s ready! Go take a shower and get changed, your food’s waiting” he stated and started preparing the vital items on your late night dinner table.

After doing as he said, you came back smelling all sweet and sat down right in front of the bowl that contained your meal.

You two are opposites in everything, even in the way you’re sitting right now. He’s energetic while you’re like a bored ass figure, he’s calm and active on excitement while you’re stressed and strategically active, he’s clumsy and a talker while you’re organised and a listener. Though all those small details making you so different from one another, you two match so well like peanut butter and jelly. It’s not everyone’s favourite combination but nobody can deny it’s power.

“Soup’s so good Wooyo” you said almost moaning to the feeling of finally getting to eat something after such a full and tiring day.

“Right? I looked the recipe up, I wanted to make you something well deserved, something special”

And it happened again. All he did was this thoughtful gesture, yet it had your insides start to soften in a way they didn’t just an hour ago when you needed it.

This man brings all your sentiments to the surface and accepts them as they are. He accepts and loves you for exactly the woman you are and that’s something so rare that you can’t help but not want to set aside as you’ve been trying to do for so long.

“What’s messing you up in there?” he asked and pressed his pointer finger lightly on your forehead

“It’s just that you’re so sweetly taking care of me. I’m so happy and glad you’re doing okay again” you confirmed your feelings out loud and he gifted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek

“Thank you for being patient with me and I’m not just making point for this time alone. You’ve always been here and I couldn’t appreciate you more. It’s the least I could do, cook you a meal. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway-“

“What? You found an apartment so quickly?!”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure about it, that’s why I didn’t tell you anything”

“Sure, whatever pleases you” you responded with your heart broken and with actually wanting to hold onto him so that he never leaves your side.

“Are you-“

“Don’t leave me Wooyoung” you surprised yourself by saying that. You’re uncontrollable with this guy, everything seems to come out of you so naturally and that’s because you know he has the biggest soft spot for you. His heart started beating even faster now, after your boldness hit him right into his feelings.

He placed his hand on yours on the table and leaned towards you. Your heart skipped a beat when he stopped right before you and cupped your face.

“I’m not leaving town! I’ll only be two blocks away”

“But you won’t be two meters away”

“Hey, don’t be sad baby, I’ll visit for coffee everyday and we’ll keep in touch of course. You’re never going to lose me anyway, you know I’ll always come back to you”

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do silly.”

“Will you sleep with me tonight?”

Wow. Wooyoung was really caught off-guard with that one. He tried not to think about it the way he did but his mind was messing with him. He’s so in love with you that he can’t get enough of you. He’s so obsessed that he’s now considering of not leaving at all.

“Of course I will. Go to bed and I’ll be there in a sec” he said as he indeed needed a second to process everything.

Maybe it was time he told you but he didn’t want things to get weird between you two. All he ever wanted was to be with you after all, not just friends nor friends with benefits, just you and him getting to pursue life differently together.

As he approached your reclined body on your bed, you scooched over a bit so that you made up some space for him. He wrapped his hand around your waist and spooned you after covering you both well with the fluffy pink blanket you love so much. The heat forming between your intertwined bodies started to become intense and it could not be ignored any longer. So, you both simultaneously acted on it.

“So-“ you both said, sharing the same exact thoughts. Chuckles were heard and cute smiles were formed on your faces. He decided to make the first move and speak up.

“Living here with you was something I wanted for quite a while. I wanted to get closer and closer to you and that’s what I still want to do, even after I move out”

“Closer how?”

“Closer in a field that you and I haven’t explored yet.”

“Rightttt…”

“Am I making you uncomfortable dove?”

“No, not at all.”

“Okay then-“

“Go on, I’m quite invested”

“Would you go out with me by any chance?”

“Out as saying ‘out on a date’ ?“

“If it’s a date you want, it’s a date you’ll have.“

“I never said that! I was just asking to clarify what you meant” you blushed

“So you don’t want to go on a date with me?” he made a sad expression, acting dramatic to avoid looking like a fool

“I never said that either” you answered and he raised his head a bit to look at you better with that surprised look he had “I’d like that actually”

He laughed and you started whining at his reaction and hitting him teasingly on his left arm “Why are you laughing at me?! Did I say something weird?”

“No, it’s not you love, it’s me. I’m just trying to cope with the fact that we’re having this conversation.”

“I just hope you mean it”

“What do you mean? Why would I not mean it?”

“Because that’s how you are Wooyo! Being flirty is your nature, how could I be sure that you mean it and that it’s not one of your silly jokes again?”

“Well, I see your point but do you really think I’d risk our friendship ,that’s too important to me, to just mess with you?”

“I dunno…” you said and looked away in embarrassment. He has a great point, why would you defy him so directly? Give the poor boy a minute to pursue you, don’t be that self absorbed and ignore his feelings! He’s trying to make a damn confession for fuck’s sake.

“Should I make it clearer?” he asked after holding your jaw and turning it slightly with his fingers so that you’d face him again, eyes gazing at your lips.

“Crystal clear” you commented giving him the consent he was implicitly asking for.

He smiled as he leaned into you, gently pressing his lips on yours and erasing all your doubts at once. His embrace tightened on your waist and the other hand that was holding your jaw moved down to your neck.

You caressed his arm and broke the kiss to look at his face.

“So pretty” you said and he blushed before connecting your foreheads “How’re you feeling?”

“Me? I feel relieved”

“Relieved? I wasn’t expecting that answer”

“I’ve liked you for too long Wooyoung. Why’d you make me wait so long?”

“I got lost in the way it seems”

“I figured so. I never liked that girl with you, I always wanted it to be me.”

“I always wanted it to be you too- Damn you Y/N! How am I supposed not to sleep with you like this every night now?”

“If you find it hard already then you don’t have to live without it. Instead of moving out, move in with me, totally.”

“I guess I might” he replied and went back to kissing you, wanting to taste every bit of you at that moment.

At this point you two are starting to really enjoy your travel at this new field together. Tongues are battling, each trying to assert dominance. You couldn’t take it anymore, his brattiness. Of course he is ,sexually too, a brat! He thinks he can get away with everything.

Unfortunately, that’s not happening, not with you. You got on top of him and pinned his arms above his head, causing a major shock. You broke the kiss again to look at him just to find him checking you out, his eyes focusing on the part where you made your seat.

“Fuck Y/N”

“You love cursing don’t you? Looks like someone’s not acting mannerly enough”

“I’m just- I dunno, you’re full of surprises, you keep surprising me”

“Oh, let me tell you about it” you implied that you can feel how your ‘surprise’ affected him and to be exact, it has affected you too.

Your panties must be soaked and that’s a realisation that just came across your mind.

While you were stuck in that realisation, he took his chance and turned you over, now him being the one that’s on top.

“Not today love” he said and went on to give you neck kisses that you so adored. “Today’s my turn to tell you about it” he added before starting to suck on the smooth skin in your collarbone area.

You completely melted into his way of showing you his love, placing his marks on his and your favourite spots. Your collarbones, your neck, your upper chest and after taking your shirt off… He’s headed for your nipples.

“They’re perfect” he said in an almost high state. He’s so absorbed in the need to touch you that he forgets to breathe.

“Slow down a b-bit…” you managed to let out and he stopped to look at you

“Are you okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Can you breathe? You’re scaring me” you said and he laughed before placing a soft kiss on your lips

“You’re just so sweet that it makes me want to confirm it further” he complimented and went back to kissing your core. Lowering and lowering and lowering… Till he met the outline of your bottoms. You tried to help him remove them but he slapped your hands away so that he’d do it himself. That’s so Wooyoung of Wooyoung.

Once he caught a glimpse of your underwear, his tongue instinctively stuck out a bit and he brushed his hair backwards.

“Well well well… I guess you got excited too didn’t you?”

“Stop teasing me like that!”

“C’mon! You know it’s my favourite from past conversations… Won’t you do me the favour?” he said as he traced his fingers up your clothed pussy , then removed your underwear and threw it on the floor with a quick gesture “Let all your excitement out for me baby, I need to hear you” he notified before starting to rub circles on your already aroused clit with his thumb.

His fingers are long and slim so being touched by him feels better than you could ever imagine. You have in fact imagined it, many times. But this, this felt like heaven compared to your own imaginary productions. The combination of him being between your thighs, touching you and not being able to withhold himself has you starting to tremble. Or maybe it’s because his tongue now stole the job from his thumb. Maybe he really did want to find out if you were sweet elsewhere too.

He’s so focused in eating you out that anyone could tell how much he wants to make you feel good. And dare one say, he’s doing a great job…

“I’m almost there-“ you informed in a high pitched voice, back arching a bit, all to be left back only with your lust and full of desperation. No orgasm was brought to the table for you.

“Fuck, Woo why’d you have to-…” you cursed almost crying out in disappointment

“Because… We need to make our first time special, right?” he said and made you turn over, now laying on your stomach while he’s massaging your bare ass. “Wow…” he said and made you laugh through your embarrassment once again.

He laid a smack on both your ass cheeks and you moaned into your pillow, drunk in your own tears from your previous unfulfillment. He then grabbed your hair to get you to stop covering yourself.

“Why’re you hiding from me? If you want me to stop my love then I will.”

You found it confusing how he’s so filthy with his ways but so comforting with his words. It’s the perfect combination you seeked for and it being provided to you from him makes it even more perfect.

“Do I look like I want to stop or hide? I’m completely naked and moaning after my best friend of eight years”

“Hm. Would a friend really make you tremble like that?”

“What do you mean?” you said poorly as he quickly put two fingers inside you and started finger-fucking you

“Am I your friend, Y/N?”

“What do you want to be?” you said, your voice trembling with every quick movement

“It’s not about what I want. It’s about facts. What am I to you?”

“Okay then, I’m neither hiding nor want to stop being fucked by my best friend and boyfriend. Is that what you wanted to hear?” you said after holding onto his arm so he’d stop momentarily for you to make your point

“It’s all I ever wanted to hear” he admitted and you immediately snapped your lips together, needing him now more than you ever have.

Jung Wooyoung, your best friend, is now your boyfriend. After all these years of hiding in your own shell, you can finally let loose and turn all your fantasies into reality.

You continued by getting your hands under his tshirt, caressing his beautifully built body. He then took it off in a quick motion, leaning back a bit making his abs tighten. You took your chance and helped him by clinging onto his grey sweatpants while looking into his eyes.

He took the hint and finally let you do your thing. You removed them and left him with his boxers alone. You slowly pushed him to lay him back on his back while you got on top of him, almost crawling. You took your seat again as you also took the hint earlier that he’d totally love a ride. You passionately rinded on him and all he could do was grab your hips and squeeze them to how he wanted you the most. You’re making him go crazy with how bold you are and that’s a topic that’s getting him really turned on.

He was used to that specific picture of you in his mind being the closed up one, the more morally minded one and the more intelligent kind. It excites him how all these are also seen in sex with you. You seem like you know exactly what you’re doing so he can just give and take the exact pleasure he knows you both need. And even better that it’s you giving him that pleasure. What’s more appealing to him than doing sexual things with his hot and intelligent girlfriend that he loves so much anyway?

“I need you Y/N, please”

“Then go on and have me” you gave him permission and his eyes lit up. He took his chance and removed his underwear. You tried to touch him but he put your hands together behind your back to give you the message that once you’re to have him, you’re to have him submissively and whole. At least that goes for today.

You smiled and lifted your hips a bit to help him enter you. The feeling of being stretched is already overwhelming but him starting to thrust into you right away made you see stars. He has been holding on to this hardly resistible urge of destroying you since you called him your boyfriend, so now, he can finally let loose.

You didn’t even have the chance to process the feeling, you just had it built up on you, or built in you to be more exact.

“So good” you whined

“Did your previous boyfriend fuck you like that?” he asked you, moaning while thrusting into you roughly from below. Even with you on top of him, he’s still the one controlling the tides.

You answered by shaking your head negatively which unfortunately did not sit right with him.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it darling”

“N-no!”

“No? Is that the best you’ve got?”

“He never did it that good! N-not like you Wooyoung”

“That’s right, use your words. Tell me how good it feels” he said and let out a breathless moan before laying another smack on your ass while hitting your gummy spot so good.

“R-right there…”

“You’re so beautiful my love” he whispered breathlessly again in your ear before moving his right hand to your neck, chocking you the way you like it.

“Ah, I love it!“ you managed to say all chocked up seconds before Wooyoung attacked your lips.

You bit on his lower lip, something that reflected your hard on erection and your upcoming orgasm.

“Are you close?”

“Yes, please let me cum this time-“ you said, looking just adorable begging for him to let you finally get your pleasure. He laughed and kissed your cheek before placing his hand on your lower stomach, applying just the pressure you needed.

“Tell me what I want to hear then”

“What is it?”

“Use your pretty brain pretty girl”

“G-give me a hint at least!”

“Three words”

You knew exactly why he was making you do this. He wanted to see how fucked up your mind was in this situation you were, fucked so well and so desperate to cum that you were starting to lose it.

“T-three words?”

“Yes baby, tell me”

“C’mon Wooyoung, stop messing with me! You know I love you”

“You love me?”

“Yes!”

“Okay then tell me” he said and slapped your swollen clit to which you of course had a reaction.

You whined and rolled your eyes, your head fell back and trying to balance it made you dizzy.

“I love you Wooyoung. So much!” you accepted your fate and he smiled before uniting your lips again

“I love you too baby. Let’s cum together yeah?” he said and you shook your head, hugging him and kissing his neck as he pounded fast into you while rubbing your clit again with his thumb

His moans started to get louder and his thrusts sloppier. That didn’t last long though because your insides started to squeeze him as you collapsed on top of him. He tightened his grip on your ass as he filled you up so well that it started to drip on the sweaty purple bedsheets you had changed just this morning.

You both took your time to catch your breaths with him still inside you. You stopped hugging him and placed your hands gently on his bare and sweaty chest to look at his beautiful dizzy face.

He let his head fall back and lay against the wall behind him which revealed the unique marks you had painted on his neck some minutes ago.

“You’re even more stunning all fucked up by me” he said and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear

“So after glow’s a real thing?”

“You’re glowing all the time what do you mean?”

“So you’re saying that you didn’t do a good job?”

“Well, I think the results prove that I did a pretty good job”

“So confident!”

“That was always my specialty”

“I know. And now, as a punishment that you didn’t even let me touch you, you Jung Wooyoung will change the bedsheets”

“If you were so desperate to suck my dick you should’ve just asked for it”

“Are you kidding me? You were the one that pinned my hands behind my back and didn’t even give me the chance to!”

“I know I know I’m just messing with you. I love seeing you flustered, you know that. I’ll change the sheets but first… Do you know what I’ll do first?”

“Please tell me about it, I’m so interested!” you mocked him and he started to tickle you before he grabbed and held you bridal-style

“First I’ll get you all cleaned up” he said, carried you to the bathroom and gently placed you in the bathtub before going in behind you himself “We’ve got our first official date as a couple tomorrow after all, don’t we?” he implied and started setting up the right temperature for your relaxing aftercare showering session.

[eveningepiphany]

welcome to the final show | H.S oneshot

my masterlist!

summary: you take a beautiful sign to the final show and have the sweetest interaction with harry. then somehow bump into him in italy 2 days later.

warnings: nothing but fluff, and a few little mentions of how he saved your life!

a/n: i am so fucking proud of h. i want to give him a hug more than anything. this is for all my lovelies who love hslot so fckn much it makes them ill.

also this is such an unrealistic oneshot but like that’s just the way for it ig

———

There’s a certain type of atmosphere that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s one that no matter how many photos or videos you take, you can’t capture it. One that no word has enough emotional range behind it to convey the feeling it opens up in you.

That is the only way to get close to even describe standing where you are.

You can’t lie, you had waited hours upon hours in the Italian sun just to feel the warm metal of the barricade underneath your palms.

You’d waited years just to get here in general.

When you turn your head to look behind you, you see tens of thousands of people there. Going from visible, overwhelmingly happy faces to a sea of tiny dots.

But you’re here. At the front.

You smile because you made it. This has, albeit dramatic, been a home to you over the past 2 years.

A creature comfort. One you followed every step of the way. And somehow you can’t believe you made it here, and neither would the girl back 18 months ago watching a pixelated Instagram livestream.

Standing in your outift, which took more rhinestones and glitter than you could ever have kept track of.

But you shined under the sun like a mirrorball, so it all felt worth it. Even though you swear there’s still glue stuck under your nails.

Your friends around you shared water, staying hydrated as the show starting neared. Wetleg had already preformed their final set. And tears had been randomly springing on you all day.

You heard the power in the crowd as they sung the prelude songs, goosebumps dotting over your body as you realise he’s probably able to hear it now.

Soon enough he’ll be looking at it. In all of its 100,000 people glory.

“You okay lovely?” Sofia, an Italian girl you’d met in the line checked in on you.

You nodded with a heartfelt smile. The whole experience was so bittersweet. Full of lasts.

“I’m okay. Just so so proud.” You nodded and she softly chuckles.

Her outfit was an electric blue that contrasted her tan skin, “I have some granola bars in my bag if you’re hungry? You should eat, we’ve been standing in the heat all day.”

Your best friend from your other side peered over, drawn back into conversation after being lost in the magic of the crowd surrounding her.

“On cry number— let me guess— 24 of the day?” She said it teasingly.

“Saying that as if you don’t already have mascara stains half down your face.” You grumble back jokingly, leaning your head back to look at the pastel blue sky.

You turned back to Sofia, “We’ll save them for after, maybe lay down on the ground and eat them or something.”

You only said no because you felt like you could probably be sick right now.

“Amore sciocco, troppo testardo il tuo bene, mio dio.” She mutters under her breath with a laugh, shaking her head at you disapprovingly.

“Trash talking her again in Spanish. God I wish I knew how to speak it.” You elbow your best friend at her quip.

You could stay in this moment forever.

As Bohemian Rhapsody begins playing you watch the sun go down, and in this very moment, It is your forever.

You live and breathe every second of it. All the way into peace piece, and as you’re gripping the girls around you for dear life as the lights start to dim along with the setting sun.

Harry coming has the arena screaming so loud it would have been heard for miles. He looks beautiful.

Like a shiny star up on stage. Blowing kisses and sending thank you’s to as many areas of the crowd be possibly could.

Mouthing words in Italian, causing Sofia to almost pass out beside you she screeched that hard the first time he did it.

And him counting in Golden with their language, speaking proudly into the mic— “Uno, due— uno, due, tres!”

“HES— WHAT THE FUCK!!” You’re laughing, holding her hand as she shouts frantically.

Songs bleed into one after another, going on your part from embarrassing screaming and dancing onto equally embarrassing crying.

The overwhelming feeling of seeing him so close— so damn close you can see each individual sequin on his silver outfit when his on the main stage at his mic stand in the centre.

You don’t even realise he’s doing a sign reading interlude until Sofia hands you yours from where it leant on the bottom of the barricade at your feet.

You were enamoured by him.

Taking the sign, your hands shook a little as he was on the main stage. Right in front of you.

His eyes are scanning the crowd, glancing over some signs and smiling.

“We have a choice tonight,” he begins, voice echoing through the speakers.

“we can either move quickly through signs, in which case, we’ll be able to give you some more songs!” An array of screams come from everyone, and you feel sick just at the prospect he was suggesting. The fact he could pull out any song.

He chuckles, walking further towards the area of the pit where you are, “Just an idea, just an idea!”

You’re pretty sure the girls are yelling something about him walking over, but you’re stunned at what’s happening overall, and you can’t even process what they’re saying.

But contradictory to what he’d just said. He stops a moment.

From his perspective, he saw a handful of very bright colours in the front of the crowd. One holding up an equally eye catching sign.

But he takes a moment to blink, focus in on the person holding it.

This girl has her eyes locked dead onto him, like as if he moves an inch— something could implode at any moment. Yet it somehow comes across in a flattering way.

And then he reads the sign.

‘you saved me. i cant thank you enough for that. BTW…’

His heart immediately pangs. Already too emotional at this whole event to be reading a sign like that.

You are in shock. Because he certainly just made eye contact with you and he’s been staring at your sign for a few good seconds.

“Can— wait can you turn that for me, love?” His voice falters a little.

As if Harry Styles just asked you to do something, you move with a haste you never had.

However you misinterpreted his question, turning the sign clockwise like as if it was upside down. Feeling a little embarrassed in yourself that it was around the wrong way.

He chuckles into the mic, causing a small uproar at the softness of it.

“Wrong way, it has B-T-W on it so I’m assuming there’s more on the back.”

“Oh, god— sorry!” You shout out to him, it sounding a little shaky, and you can’t lie that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

You had waited so fucking long to have a chance to tell him that he genuinely saved your life. And you’re finally doing it.

Also spinning the sign so the back of it is facing him, and his eyes flit gently over it too.

‘you have by far the prettiest smile ever.’ It reads, with a few large red hearts around it, decorated with glitter and rhinestones.

A dimple pops out on his cheek and he covers his mouth with a hand, flattered as ever.

“Why thank you.” He does a little bow as well, and you’re laughing out of shock. You’re interacting with him right now.

He straightens up, “I’m flattered as ever.” Prodding one of his dimples as he shows off just how pretty his smile is.

“And thank you for coming, it means everything to me.” He flushes a little, laughing at himself and your still starstruck reaction.

“You are stronger than you probably think. What’s your name?”

A tear breaks past your waterline, and you call out, “Y/N!”

Both girls at your side are clutching you like no tomorrow, and Harry takes his in-ear out to hear you better.

You call it out again, he makes only one off guess before he gets it. And your name rolling off his accent tongue makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N? That’s right— well that was a pretty good record for name guessing—“ he laughs, walking over as close as he can to the edge of the stage.

He holds the mic up to his mouth, “make some noise for Y/N everyone!”

You are in complete shock as you hear the whole arena cheer and holler for you, and Harry has this wholesome feeling of adoration wash over him as he sees your reaction.

The tears slipping down your pink cheeks. If he could, he honestly would go down there and wipe them off.

Not something he often find himself thinking. Yet here he is.

“Thank you for coming Y/N. What do you say we do some more songs?” He asks, smiling at the shocked raise of your brows.

“Yes, please.” You enthusiastically reply.

“Alright, you heard her. More songs it is!”

And so the show continues on. The second he breaks eye contact and moves away, a sob tears out of you.

You can’t believe that just happened. And the fact the rest of the show— unless you’re delusional, and making this up in your head— he lingers anytime he’s going past where you are. Catching your eyes, and smiling a little wider.

And you’re absolutely a wreck at the speech he makes, even though Sofia has to translate every word that leaves his mouth.

But if that nearly killed you, the piano ballad was honestly your final straw.

You cried so hard you couldn’t see the fucking stage at one point. And you wish you could say you were embarrassed for him to see you as he did one last round of goodbyes. But you couldn’t.

It was all your love and appreciation for him, poured out of you through the tears streaming down your face.

To your disbelief, he stops in front of you again, blowing a kiss to your friends and then one to you.

Bending down a little further to look at you, lips starting to move— from what your could hardly hear, and mostly got from reading his lips, he said ‘thank you, I love you.”

You blow a kiss back.

And before you know it, the show has ended. And there’s this full, yet hollow feeling inside of you.

Like you’re not sure how to feel. You miss him already, but that was by far the most amazing experience of your life.

You’re overwhelmed, with love and gratitude. And you, Sofia and your best friend end up doing what you’d proposed earlier before the show.

Eating chocolate granola bars with your back up against the barricade, tears still falling from your eyes.

———

Post love on tour depression is a real thing.

There is no normal explanation for having to force yourself to get up to have an amazing brunch in Italy of all places.

But 2 days after the show day, you’re doing just that. Dressing in a nice summer outfit at the very least, and taking your LOT bag with you.

The streets aren’t too busy considering it’s midday, and you make your way through them peacefully. Stoping to peak into stores, or take photos of little things you like every now and again.

And all your adventuring leads you to a beautiful little corner-cafe. One that the second you step foot into, you are comforted by its cozy feel & strong aroma of coffee.

The building itself had all its historic bones, but had been modernised. Fitted with sleek wooden floors and new furniture. Walls painted a crisp white to brighten up the already light filled room.

You find the menu hanging above where the counter is, on large pretty chalkboards.

You’re mulling over what to get when you hear a voice from beside you.

It causes you to jump a little at it’s unexpectedness, “I like your bag.”

It’s said with the tone that you can tell someone is smiling. And you turn to greet the person who had just spoken to you.

That’s when you’re met with a sight that knocks the wind from you.

Beside you— standing tall, with his tousled brown curls and rolled up linen long-sleeve is quite literally the man you saw on stage 2 nights ago.

“Oh my god—“ you jump a little at the realisation, it hitting you like a train within seconds. But you’re trying to keep you voice down, as to not cause some kind of scene.

He laughs at your stunned reaction, the way your ringed hand goes over your mouth. It’s a reaction he’s accustomed to. But the way your pretty features portray the expression has him all the more intrigued.

He does his classic introduction, “Hi, love. I’m harry.” Sticking his hand out, smiling. Like as if you didn’t know.

“I— well I did notice that.” You rush out in a nervous laugh. Glancing around looking for some kind of film camera, gauging if this is a set up and not a coincidence.

You’re left realising it’s just the two of you, and some older guy with a newspaper a few metres away at a window seat.

But no one with a camera or phone out filming this interaction.

You shake his hand after a moment of hesitation, telling yourself mentally you’re not going to cry as your relish the feeling of his calloused fingertips against the base of your wrist.

“Hi…” You flush profusely.

“What are you ordering?” He smiles at you, and your eyes are so obviously darting over his every feature.

Which you feel like you couldn’t stop from happening when he’s this close, and you’re able to fully see the plains of his beautiful face.

The structure of his jawline— that’s dotted with a light stubble—his cupids bow lips, the definition in his cheekbones. And fuck his eyes.

That are very intensely locked onto yours…

“Oh. I’m sorry. I…” you fumble for words a little, “probably like a tea. That’s usually my go to.”

He nods, “let me get it for you, please. How do you have it?”

“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t need to do that.” You insist immediately, because even though the gestures small, it feels like too much.

“Y/N.” He tuts gently.

“Weird that you remember that.” You think aloud, unable to filter the shock at the fact he just said your name. Even though the show was only 2 days ago, when he learnt it.

“Of course I do. You had quite the sign. I won’t lie, it made me tear up a bit.” He laughs, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Well, It was true. Not to be cheesy or anything, but your music genuinely means everything to me.” You say carefully. Not wanting to come across as weird.

“And love on tour was one of the best experiences of my life. So… thank you for that.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at your shyness. And you recall the fact you told him he had a pretty smile.

Prettiest smile. The fact he knows you think that?

You wonder if he’s thought the same thing at all in the last 5 minutes.

“Your support means as much to me. Wouldn’t be able t’do what I do if it weren’t for people like you.”

“Now, how you have your tea?” He reiterates, asking for an answer, not for another polite declination.

“I— okay. Since it’s clear you’re not going to take no for an answer.” You sigh. Corners of your mouth upturning anyway at his stubborn ways.

You rattle off how you have it, and he nods, mentally noting it down like this is going to be a regular occurrence.

He walks over to the counter and you shuffle over to the side that you’ll pick up the order from. Watching carefully as he goes up, you take in his much more causal appearance to the usual extravagance of the outfits he adorns on stage.

Hes got a pair of denim shorts on—strong legs on display— paired with a white longsleeve that’s rolled up his fore arms.

You avert your gaze to the older Italian man at the register, clueless to who he is serving.

Until a younger girl, say 15, walks from the back room and does the biggest double take youve ever witnessed.

Harry has to be used to it, because there was no way anyone could miss that.

You’re feeling like you’re in a parallel universe. Because Harry is just casually strolling back over to you, like you’ve known each other for more than a total of two, 5 minute interactions.

You take a breath, reminding yourself simply that he is a human. Just like you are. He wakes up in the morning, has bad days and good days, has habits and routines he follows— just like anyone else.

You keep this in consideration as you open your mouth to speak, “Thank you for doing that. How have you been?”

He smiles at your shy tone, a tiny wholesome feeling bubbling up at your question.

“I’m good, honestly. It’s been a big start to the year. I’m excited to take some time off even though wrapping it up the other night was really hard.” He nods, eyes casually trailing the man who was making the drinks.

“If it makes any difference, I was sobbing like a baby at pretty much every point of the show.” You laughed.

“I did see your very tear stained cheeks.” He shocks himself little with his continuation,

“Would’ve jumped down and given you a hug if I had the bloody time.” And he smiles with gratification as you mask your shocked reaction as much as possible. However, tiny little micro-movements in your face were still popping through. “I went a little overtime with the speech.”

Just human to human. You drew a tiny breath through your nose, “Which was great by the way. I mean my friend had to translate the whole thing, but was also another tear jerker.”

He goes to say something else, interrupted by the call of his name from the counter.

In which he collects the drinks from the lovely man, smiling at him with a warm thank you before turning to come back to you.

“Here you go, darling.” He hands over yours, and his green eyes look bright as ever.

The darling makes your stomach flip. He’s British, they use pet names like this in passing conversation often. But fuck if you didn’t know any better you’d think there was a chance he was flirting with you.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” You repeat.

“You have a different accent, you’re not from Italy no?” He interjects and you’re a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“No I’m not from here…?” you laugh.

“So you’ve travelled all this way to come see me I’m assuming, the least I can do is buy you a tea. Think of it as a thank you.”

He tests the waters a little further, “i don’t usually stay in cafes for overly long but, if you have time to sit for a bit…”

“You continue to amaze me.” You chuckle, slowly following behind him as he pulls up a chair, back to the window.

“You also made me a very flattering sign. So im just being courteous, as a way to return the favour.” He smirks almost. And you’re honestly not strong enough to endure this.

“And that little piano thing you did? Is this compensation for my mental health?” You hold the cup up and he lets out a surprised laugh at your gentle quip.

“Yes, I’ve heard word that it came across as emotional as I’d intended.”

“You could hear a pin drop in the whole arena.” You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he’d bought you.

“I was so worried I was gonna fuck it up somehow.” He shakes his head, hand running through his hair as though he was anxious just at the thought.

“It sounded amazing, Harry. Made me feel a lot how fine line did when I first listened to it.”

He looks sincere with gratitude as you talk. And it stays that way as he continues on conversation with you.

You know heaps about him— you’re a fangirl that’s practically your job— yet he doesn’t know anything about you. Leaving him curious about many aspects of your life, and also with plenty of questions. Ones he really can’t believe he is even asking given you’re a fan, and he’s never actually done this before.

Whatever this is, because it felt a lot like a first date. With the way he asked where you were from, who you came to Italy with, where you grew up.

The whole lot. Your drinks both long since finished, but the questions still flowing between you two. Like there was never enough information to be learned.

He was interrupted by a call, and it almost popped this little bubble you’d made around yourselves.

Which possibly wasn’t a bad thing for him. But it served as a reality check for you.

You’re still just a fan at the end of the day. Even though your not sure how that term stands after he knows about your favourite foods, or childhood stories from your younger years. Because you feel like now that he knows that, the dynamic feels different to you.

But most of all you dreaded the fact you had to say goodbye again. But now you have to say it knowing that he walks away from this knowing things personal to you.

You realise he’s on the phone to his mum as he talks, “Yea, tell Gem to grab them anyway… I’ll be back soonish.”

He glances up at your after a moment of brief silence, “I’m just out with a friend of mine I… bumped into. So I’ll see you soon, okay?”

A friend of his?

“Alright, bye, I love you.”

And just like that the phone hung up.

“I’m feeling very special at my label. A friend of yours.” You laugh, but not lying whatsoever.

“Was m’mum. We’re having a late lunch at her BNB.” He explained, and the fact he didn’t object his choice of wording meant even more to you than anything.

You stare at him a moment, both mutually realising that this moment was seemingly going to have to end at some point.

“I don’t often do things like this.” He shrugs, watching your eyes train on random objects around the room as you get lost in thought.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Never sat down with a fan and just had a drink. It was lovely, thank you for being so polite.” He smiles again at you.

It surprised him just how far he went with it. But you had this gentle aura about you. He knew of all people, you were safe to share this private slice of himself with.

“Thank you for buying my drink… to have spent this time talking, it— well it meant a lot to me.”

“I would give you my number if my manager wouldn’t kill me.”

As stated, he continues to surprise himself just how far he’s going.

Your brain stalls at his comment.

“You could just have mine? Buy a burner phone and text me off it.” You make the first suggestion that comes to mind and he barks out a laugh.

“Could just reaffirm that you weren’t going to sell my number off to fans on Twitter?”

“Ah, that could also work too.” You nod, raising your brows.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, and your heart genuinely palpitates. Because how the fuck had you managed this.

“Gimmie yours, if you’d like?” He slides it over, and you feel like you’re picking up something with more value than just a phone. I mean it’s Harry Styles’ phone of all things.

You begin to type it in, glancing up as his gaze is trained on you, “how many numbers of fans do you have banked up in here?”

He rolls his eyes at your tease, still smiling, “I’ll have you know you’ll be the first. If my mums counts though, then only two.”

“I just…” he pauses, pursing his lips as he looks for the right words, “knew I’d regret it if I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. I’d say we’ve got a lot in common and it’s always nice to meet new people. And I don’t want to be thinking later ‘wow, she was lovely, wish I could have kept in touch’. Y’know?”

You send yourself a text, just a simple ‘:)’ so it saves in his recent messages. “Well, I suppose I’d be a little sad too. Probably start sending emails to your manager trying to find a way to get in touch again.”

He laughs at this, standing up from his chair and pocketing his phone in his shorts once you hand it back to him.

You also rise from the table, watching his movements keenly.

“Makes this part less sad.” He says, in reference to the impending goodbye, “I’m not leaving Italy for a little bit though, and if you’re sticking around as well, maybe I can buy your more cups of tea— to make you feel even more guilty about it, of course.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Yea, I’m not leaving for a little while…”

He walks to your side of the table, not hesitating to pull you into a hug that leaves you winded.

You freeze a millisecond before jumping to embrace it. Enjoying the gentle yet strong feeling of his body holding yours. And the way his hands are ever-so-slightly caressing your lower back.

“Thanks for hanging out, alright? Don’t be shy to message me.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I— okay. I won’t. Thank you, Harry.” You smile into the crook of his neck.

He gives a final squeeze before pulling back. Fighting the internal urge to press a little kiss to your temple.

“I’ll see you around, hopefully. Bye Y/N.” He gives you a final smile before waving goodbye, and heading out the cafe.

Your head is reeling as he exits. Unsure if you just imagined that whole thing. You needed someone to pinch you, because as far as your concerned that whole interaction was something you dreamed up.

You check your phone to see the time.

1:53pm

1 new notification

Unknown Number | :)

So that actually did just happen.

———

To reaffirm that you weren’t the only person in the world to witness what happened today, you see a tweet reposted on an update account that reads,

so, i just saw harry styles in the cafe i work at, and he sat down and drank a tea with someone he talked to at a show. not naming the interaction for privacy but like… what the fuck?

And secretly you smile. Maybe this is something you’ll keep to yourself for a bit. Like he’s a new secret friend of yours.

———

part two!!

[emeritusemeritus]

Hiii I love you works so much and wonder if I could request a dad Fred?? Thought it would be cute see Fred with his newborn and how loving he would be to his child while also learning to be a father

Hi Anon! Thank you very much! I agree, I think Fred would be the best dad! Here’s my thoughts… 🖤

Warnings: Dad!Fred, Mum!Reader, mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding, absolute fluff. The formatting is killing me today, sorry for the annoying spaces.

Word count: 900

Milestones

It's quiet and peaceful now, the room mostly dark except for the light glow from the moon pouring in through the window beside where Fred is sat in the leather recliner with his newborn son on his chest. He's shirtless and his son is only wearing a nappy underneath a thick, knitted blanket that had been knitted just for him by his Grammy. There's a sense of peace in this moment, the newest Weasley breathing softly as he snoozes in the crook of his daddy's arms, the large hands holding him protectively as he sings softly to the little boy, a song he remembers from his own childhood. The thin red hair that his son had inevitably been born with is mostly hidden under his little knitted hat but even without his family's signature look, he can tell that this is his son, the perfect blend of both mummy and daddy.

The baby's lips keep moving in his sleep, plump, pink and ever so slightly parted as he sucks on nothing, thinking of milk even in his sleep.

He knows that the little one will be awake soon, crying out for his food but until then, Fred is going to lap up every second of blissful silence he can.

He looks over at you in the bed, sleeping soundly with the ghost of a smile on your face as you finally get to sleep on your back for the first time in months. He smiles then, happy to watch you sprawled out on the bed having a very well deserved sleep after tirelessly bringing his child into the world. Your wedding rings glint in the light of the moon, catching Fred's attention with their sparkle and as he looks between you and his son, he can't believe this is even real, that this is his life. He loves you both so much that it feels like his heart actually hurts, like it could burst at any second.

The little one in his arms begins to stir and the peacefulness Fred had felt only minutes ago is replaced by anxiety by what was to come. Would he feed easily or would he struggle to latch? Could he calm him, shush him in the right way? Was he holding him right? It seemed as soon as his son began to stir, the nerves crept up, still unsure of how to do his new role.

"Freddie?" A voice asks for him softly and he looks up to you just as the little one lets out his first little cry, fists clenched tight beside his body as he battles to get them near his mouth.

"Pass him here handsome," you say, beginning to sit up on the bed. You still sound so tired and Fred feels guilty all of a sudden that he couldn't do more, that he couldn't take over and just let you rest. But you don't seem to mind, reaching out for your shared little bundle with open arms and a motherly smile that Fred thinks is your best look yet. Little Weasley instantly starts rooting as soon as he's placed against your chest and you quickly slither out of your top and try to align your breast with his mouth and after a couple of moments, he gets it. You smile in relief as you feel him suckling and turn to look at Fred who looks on in concern.

"He's got it," you say with a smile as Fred perches himself on the side of the bed, keeping both of you close, his arm naturally falling across your shoulders as you lean your head back to rest on his chest.

Fred knew all about the milestones that are significant to a baby's development, he'd read about it in the book his mum had given him and he'd heard his siblings talking about the crawling, the walking, the babbling. When he first saw his son roll at four months a sense of pride filled him that he'd never felt before, beaten only by the first steps he'd taken only 6 months later. You'd rushed down the stairs to the shop with little Weasley in your arms, beaming with tears trailing down your face as you dragged him into the office to show daddy what his son had just accomplished. The first time he sat up, the first smile, the first real giggle, they were all imprinted onto Fred's memory forever, some of his happiest moments. When he first heard his son say 'da' for the first time, it was like the world had suddenly turned to technicolour, like no other sound could ever compare. But he never expected those extra milestones that broke his heart along the way. The first time they reach out to be picked up, the way they suddenly fit on your hip rather than being cradled, the little scoot backwards as they climb into your lap for another story.

It was the hardest job in the world, throwing in a busy job that required innovation and creativity and a marriage that they worked hard to keep passionate and fun. Fred never doubted his ability to be a good dad, he learned from the best, but it was a job filled with responsibility and anxiety that sometimes felt a little overwhelming but the love would always be there.

[cheesec4kee]

hi lovely !! i loved your angsty fic with charles. i wondering if you could write a charles x reader based off the the song casual by chappell roan xx

much love

Is it casual now? ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

you’ve always wanted for it to be more, for it to be a serious relationship. you’ve dreamt of it, but it may be far from ever being serious. it seems like it’ll always just be labeled as ‘casual’.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, angst-ish ??, use of y/n like once not proofread

[ a/n ] : words cannot describe how HAPPY I was when I got this req omg, I was giggling n kicking my feet !! thank u sm for this req, I had so much fun writing this !! I hope you like it <33 I’m so sorry if it’s too short (reblogs very much appreciated !!)

⸺ angst under the cut

“remember baby, no attachment.”

his words would ring in your head, loud and clear. and you’d prefer to forget them, you’d very much prefer so. you would’ve much preferred that he never said those words at all, even.

you thought you’ve hit the jackpot, managing to even befriend the monegasque. he was a popular man, a good looking one at that— surrounded with women everywhere he went.

you felt foolish for thinking that the relationship would last, you felt foolish for thinking that he would think of you better. for thinking that he’d consider you as someone he couldn’t lose.

forming a relationship with Charles wasn’t exactly easy. you didn’t know what the two of you were. friends? partners? you were confused, to say the least. you’re still holding onto the relationship, despite hearing so many rumors— that you were just a ‘friend that he bangs on the couch’.

you’d remind yourself every day, every night that the two of you were never together, and never will be. we’re not together, you tried to remind yourself whenever you two kissed, and it hurt, it hurt knowing you weren’t his first priority. you would let the words bounce in your mind as he kissed your cheek, and your forehead occasionally— we’re not together, you’d remind.

and yet, he’ll still brag you to his friends at the pier, he’ll still take care of your needs, eating you out like a starved man in the passenger seat. is it really casual now?

he talks about you to his mom, and you would’ve taken that as a good sign, as his mom invited you to her house on Long Beach— but it pains you knowing that he’s not even committed to the relationship, that’s he’s not even seeking for it. he knows that he’s just using you, and he expects you to do the same— but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. it pains you knowing that he’s talking about you to his mom only for the sake of keeping her happy that her son finally ‘found’ someone.

you’d find yourself dreaming about the two of you, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the two of you would have a shared apartment, decorating it accordingly together— make it feel like home.

and now the two of you are making out on the couch, your arms looped around his neck— his lips pressing onto yours, but his lips tasted bitter. feeling his body pressed against yours made you feel uncomfortable.

he trails down sloppy kisses to your neck, his hands roaming all over your body, finding their way to your hips.

you knew what would happen. the two of you would share an intimate moment, but as soon as it’s over— the two of you a panting and sweaty mess, it always will be “no attachment”.

and so before this would escalate any further, before you would be left with your heart aching— you mustered up the courage to ask him the question.

“..what are we?” you whispered, watching nervously as he lifts his head from your neck to look at you, his eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise on the sudden question.

“what?”

“you heard me.” you sighed, pulling your arms away from his neck, shifting slightly on the couch. the silence was deafening, you needed a answer.

“please. what’s our relationship?”

“you know what it is, y/n.” he sighs quietly, his hand cupping your face— his thumb caressing your cheek, a weak and bitter attempt to comfort you.

“no attachment, baby. it’s casual.”

“then get off of me.”

[esmedelacroix]

13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear. I also hate this and will probably rewrite though.

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (047) if only she knew

WORD COUNT. 1334

WARNINGS. just awkwardness ig

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SEONGHWA’S EYES MOVE OVER HIS FAMILIAR WALLS TO AVOID EMBARRASSING HIMSELF. OR WORSE, SEEMING LIKE A CREEP WATCHING HER.

It sure is an effort, he thinks. It does feel like a whole task to not accidentally let his eyes wander back to his phone screen where she’s deeply focused on tuning her guitar.

“I’m sorry that took a while. I’m not exactly a pro in guitar.” Yn looked back up, adjusting her screen at the same time. “Thank you again, Hwa, I think I would’ve abandoned this project if it wasn’t for you.”

His nickname falling so effortlessly from her lips truly does things to him. It has his heart racing in a way he can get used to. Seonghwa looks away in an attempt to hide his odd-colored cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder if she actually noticed.

That’s the issue. He never knows what she does and doesn’t notice. He hopes she doesn’t notice that his eyes linger on her a beat longer than normally when she speaks and that his hands always want to reach out to help her, even through the screen.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just happy to help.” He replies back, cringing internally at his own voice.

She nods and taps something offscreen. “I’ll play the instrumental that I’ve come up with first and you can let me know what you think. Then when we’re writing, I’ll just play it acoustically, okay?”

“Okay!”

While K-Pop companies were known for their exceptionally bad connection during lives and stuff, he could hear and see her just fine. The honeyed melody of the untitled song plays trough the speaker of his phone, and he can't help but marvel in the fact that she’d feel comfortable enough to share something as intimate as a song with him.

She soon meets his eyes, excitement for his reaction twinkling in her own.

Seonghwa feels himself melting at the sight, the agreement with his friends now far in the back of his mind. The only thing on his mind now was her.

The song ends, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“So what did you think?” Yn asks shyly. It's not a common look on her. While she definitely isn’t the loudest in her group, she was never one to be shy like this. At least, not what he knew.

The need to dote on her until he’s sure that she knows how great her work is is pushed back down. He doesn’t want to weird her out but he does want to let her know.

Instead, he furrows his thick brows, deep in thought. “It’s very pretty, it feels like— how do I explain it… it feels like a summer sunset. Like how it feels to look at those pretty colors up in the clouds with someone you care about.

“It sounds optimistic!” He stops, eyes softening up as he finally realizes the word he’s looking for. “Romantic! …It sounds romantic.”

Yn claps in excitement at his comments. “That’s exactly what I was going for, I was watching this drama really cute drama when I came up with it.”

She strings the first few notes of the chorus. “Okay, let’s start!”

About an hour later, the pair works together like they have known nothing else for their whole lives. It just comes so easy to them.

Suddenly, Seonghwa hears a noise interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. He looks up from his notebook in surprise when he sees two of his younger friends stand at in front of his bedroom door, smiling while holding snacks.

Unsure of how to react, he gives the girl on the other side of the screen an apologetic smile. She heard the noise too and gives him back a curious look. Just as she’s about to ask, two figures have jumped on top of Seonghwa, toppling over his phone in the process.

San and Mingi scream greetings on the top of their lungs, so loud that Seonghwa worries that his neighbors are going to bring him noise complaints later. He just barely manages to utter out a few words from underneath them.

“Wait, phone— Yn!” He points in the general direction of phone.

“Yn?!” Mingi gets up quickly as he looks around for the fallen phone. When he grabs it, he’s met with the familiar face.

“Oh, hey, Mingi!” The sheer shock causes the bright-haired boy to lose his composure and drops it again.

As soon as San hears the voice he crawls off the bed to inspect himself, just barley in time to catch the device. Yn gets greeted by an open mouthed stare from him, making her laugh.

“And hello, San!”

“H-hi.” He replies quietly while Mingi freaks out, screaming without sound offscreen.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes at his friends' antics and snatches the phone out of San’s hand.

“I’m sorry about this, Yn, I had no idea they were coming over.” He explains apologetically.

After finally calming down Mingi’s sharp features come on the screen and covers his own face to also take a look at the girl.

“Hey Yn, how are you?” Mingi asks a little bit too loud for Seonghwa’s liking.

San copies Mingi’s actions, practically leaning over Seonghwa’s lap to get a glance. “Are you coming to Hanuelsan again soon?” He pouts.

“It’s okay, it’s a nice surprise.” Yn’s giggles don’t stop, warming all of the boys' hearts unintentionally. “Also, I’m good, thank you for asking Mingi. Hwa was helping me write lyrics. We just finished the chorus actually.

“And I’ll visit the cafe soon, San.” She promises. “What are you guys up to?”

Seonghwa nods furiously, trying to make sure he’s in frame too as he shoots an annoyed look at his friends. “No, really, why are you guys here? And how the hell did you even get inside?”

San smiles back, completely ignoring his hyung, his dimples showing as he does. “We were just bored so we decided to stop by.” He gives Seonghwa a quick shrug, the dreamy expression still on his face. “And we used a key, obviously.”

“How did they even get a key.” He mumbles to himself in confusion.

“Yunh—” San can’t finish his word before he gets cut off.

Suddenly Mingi stands up with an offended look on his face as a realization hits him. “You needed help with lyrics and you didn’t ask me? I’m literally a rapper.”

“I’m sorry, Princess, he offered.” Yn chuckles at his whining, while the other boys definitely don’t agree, it’s very cute to her. “I mean, you could help now if you want, since you’re there anyway. You too, San, the more the merrier!”

Both of the boys agree and after some squabbling, they are finally sat in a way that keeps all three of them pleased.

“So what’s the song called?” San asks as he reads over the neat notes Seonghwa took.

Yn thinks for a while but as she meets the eldest eyes an imaginary lightbulb goes off inside of her head. “I think I’ll call it Milky Way!”

Her hands find the guitar again as she plays the song for them, this time with part of the new lyrics.

Seonghwa doesn’t know if he’s supposed to feel proud or upset but he does know that the ugly green monster called jealousy is climbing in his chest as he watches the others. Deep in his heart, he knows he’s not the only one that carries these feelings for her.

An identical blush forms on their cheeks as they watch her lips move. Yn doesn’t know. She doesn't know that all three of them share the same thought as they look at her, the passion for music pouring out in the way she sings and the warmth she brings isn’t something that could be rivaled by the sun. They all know it.

Seonghwa, San, and Mingi also know for sure now that the situation they were in was a ticking time bomb, getting closer to explode every moment they spend with her.

If only she knew too.

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NOTES. i love them i really do LIKE REALLY do but i’m sorry for the future guys </3 and the last pic is yn posting the audio file for milky way on her priv btw also next chapter will have a slight time skip

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[the-nerdiest-insanity]

Okay so I'm not saying you have to write this but I wanted to share this little plot bunny in my brain with the first fic writer who showed up in the tags.

(this is not a request I just really really want to talk about this)

Okay so we all agree that the reason 'we literally have the rest of eternity to figure out what the rest of it means' is cause Charles never finished reading the myth, right?

So imagine if Edwin is killed of for realsies, and instead of just out right stating that the reader instead gets to find it out through the means of Charles reading the myth- you know, finishing it.

(the angst potential is twsiting me insides)

I started this at midnight for me, and this wormed it's way into my brain and won't leave. The ask gives away the twist, but I hope I've written this well enough that it doesn't matter

The Song Was Written Long Ago

Title from Road to Hell (reprise), Hadestown

Charles landed on the floor with the dull thumping feeling he has associated with living as a ghost on Earth. Niko and the Night Nurse are staring at him with shocked expressions.

"Charles--" Niko tried to start before he abruptly cut her off with a shake of his head.

"Don't Niko, just don't," he mumbled. Charles sniffled and slammed his fist into the ground. Slowly, he sat up onto his knees.

"Hey, I heard a loud noise," Crystal said as she entered. She took in the somber faces around her. "Did something happen? Where's--"

"Don't," Charles spat out, sharper this time. "Don't fucking say it."

"Charles?" Crystal asked as she took a hesitant step forward.

Charles stood up and plowed his way across the room, uncaring about the voices asking about him or the hands trying to stop him. He leapt into the first mirror he could reach. "Take me home," was his only thought.

Charles landed harshly into thei-- the office. His legs carried him automatically to the bookshelf. It had been so meticulously organized before this whole damned trip. Now, everything was a cluttered mess after searching for the book to save Niko.

A painful voice echoed in his head, "It wouldn't be so messy if you'd just follow my system." Charles bit his lip, attempting to rein in his emotions.

This is like one of those Orpheus and Eurydice moments, yeah?

Charles knew there were many different versions of the story he was searching for, but focused on finding the one he had started all those years ago.

Finally, he pulled out Metamorphoses. He flipped to Book X, finding the line he last read. He had stopped when the pair began to leave the Underworld. He had figured either they made it out and lived a happy life or something terrible happened. And, Charles was fine never knowing what the answer was. Until now.

He read about Orpheus's confidence in getting the pair out. He read out Orpheus's doubt. He read about Orpheus turning around too soon.

Charles slammed the book shut. He didn't need to read about how Orpheus died because he was already dead.

Charles slid slowly down to the ground, crying into the book. He could hear a voice in his head scolding him for not taking care of property. It made Charles hiccup as he sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Edwin. I shouldn't have looked back. I should've lead up out before I talked to you. I'm so sorry. We were supposed to have the rest of eternity. Edwin, please."

The rest of eternity was a very short time, indeed.

Was I listening to the Hadestown soundtrack while listening to this? How could you tell? For real, I hope you all liked this and I made the annon proud.

[jayniks]

Promise - nrk

Word count: 1,0k Warnings: angst, ghosting, disappointment, reader waits, mentions of newjeans, maybe a bit of disappointment(?) idk, i did this thinking reader is a 06 liner but if you're younger than hyein (08) you can just think hyejin said "y/n-ssi", this was inspired by exo's chanyeol and chen's song "if we love again" I recommend listening to it while reading this. Synopsis: your boyfriend, riki, will debut after so long, nothing could be better, right?

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"It's amazing isn't it?"

"yes riki, I'm very happy for you"

How could you not be happy? This is everything Riki had wanted since you met him in that practice room. Riki had been accepted into a mnet survival show together with belift lab, the agency of the two of you. Obviously, being his partner, you were more than happy to see riki fulfill his dream.

"Do you think we go to that restaurant that you like so much to celebrate? This is great news"

Riki agreed, he was too happy and excited about the news and to be able to share it with his girlfriend.

Riki was already preparing his things when you entered the room.

"oh, do you have to go yet?" you asked with a slight pout.

"Yes, the shooting starts soon, do you think my hairstyle looks good?" Riki said as he approached you with a smile.

"You look beautiful honey" you said kissing him.

You were one of the main voters for riki throughout the program, you always supported him and his friends so that they would be in the top positions. All your friends always heard you talk about how riki had done this and how he also ended up in certain positions. You were just excited that at least one of you two was fulfilling they dream.

You were hugging your pillow while showing who was left in the group. The moment you heard "Nishimura Riki" you screamed and jumped on your bed, you couldn't believe it, riki had finally debuted! You called him after the show was over but he didn't answer, thinking maybe he's busy, you decided to write him. 2, 3, 4 and even 5 hours passed and he didn't answer you, you were already almost falling asleep so you just went to sleep.

When you woke up, you didn't feel riki next to you as it was supposed to. You turned on your phone thinking that I had answered you but your tray was empty. Perhaps it was simply forgotten due to excitement, which you understood since you were also a belift trainee waiting to debut.

To celebrate, you made a small dinner for the two of you, you invested a lot of time in making everything look perfect. You sent him a picture of everything and you wrote to him, so when he left you on seen you thought it meant he was going, since he knew you were doing this.

It was already midnight and not a single news from riki. When you saw your phone, not a single notification from him, not even a "sorry, I can't go", nothing, just a "seen" from him

You were fed up, was he ghosting you? no, he would never do that to you, he is your boyfriend with whom you have been together for almost 3 years, he loves you, right? Now, all you wanted is for him to answer you, it had been 2 weeks since that and you only knew about him from things you read on the internet.

You weren't going to lower yourself anymore, if he wanted to ghost you it was fine, you weren't going to answer him anymore.

*ping*

Kiki <3: hey! y/n, I'm really sorry, I was busy enough that I didn't have time to be on my cell phone, could we meet today at your house? :(

Leaving your dignity on the ground, you responded immediately and prepared everything for his arrival. You almost cried with happiness when you saw him walk through that door.

"My life, I missed you so much" riki said as he hugged you, it's been a long time since you felt his warmth. You both caught up and talked yourself to sleep, you were really happy.

The next morning, you woke up to sounds coming from below. Going down, you saw Riki ordering everything and preparing waffles. You obviously had breakfast next to each other, nothing could break this beautiful moment.

"love, I'm so sorry, I have to go back to the agency" riki said. "Can't you stay a little longer?" you asked with a sad tone. "No, I'm sorry, but don't worry, I'll be back later or when I'm freer"

You were happy, really happy, you were going to debut in this new hybe group "NewJeans", it had been more than 2 years without you talking to riki again, you hadn't even finished because he left and never came back, he never write you again.

"y/n unnie" hyein said as she came running towards you, "do you think this hairstyle looks good on me? the butterflies in the locks make me a little uncomfortable" she said as she slowly brushed one of her locks away from her eyes. "It looks cute, very aesthetic, although if I were you I wouldn't move it, the stylists can take revenge on our first comeback."

You had already found a better place with people who appreciated you and cared about you, but still you couldn't help but think, what if only riki had cared?

It doesn't matter, you are gonna debut.

You couldn't believe the immense fame and impact that the group had, you were very happy like the other members, none of them could believe it, at first you had no hope but this surprised you.

"Do you think we have a small party to celebrate today? It would only us" Hanni said, to which all nodded. You decided to have a dinner in one of the practice rooms (because they still had to practice after that).

"Oh, I'm really sorry, we didn't want to interrupt you" a red haired boy said as he entered with the rest of what seemed to be his group.

"Don't worry, do you want something to eat?" Hanni said as she held up a piece of cake she were finishing making.

"Thank you but we can't, enjoy your meal, congratulations" the boy said again as they left.

You didn't want to turn around, you knew very well that if you did, you would meet his eyes. You heard them leave, for some reason, you felt devastated. He was there, and after years, he didn't turn to see you? The least you deserved was an explanation.

"y/n, are you alright? you just stared at nothing" haerin asked as she touched your shoulder. "Yes, don't worry, let's continue."

sorry for not updating for almost 5 months, laziness and lack of creativity had consumed me, maybe I could start making this a mini series <3

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

A Drop of Golden Sun

(Joel Miller x singing teacher female)

Words: 3, 692

Summary: Ellie takes up singing lessons and Joel reluctantly joins in. Singing teaching is my profession and this is what I actually do! I would love some feedback on this story as I need to know if it makes any sense to non-musicians. I’m writing an educational paper on the teaching of singing so if anyone also wants to read that, let me know!

Warnings: a bit of a slow burn between two adorable people, some swearing, lots of singing, a grown man being embarrassed, I’ve only seen the TV series so forgive me if my knowledge is lacking

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“How can you tell if someone is tone deaf?”

That was a question you haven’t heard in a while. You weren’t sure how the teenager in front of you would think to ask you, but her eyes were full of curiosity, and you were eager to explain.

“If someone was tone deaf, they wouldn’t be able to recognise the melody of a song. It’s very rare for someone to be tone deaf.”

“It is?” You knew this was Ellie, a newcomer to Jackson. You’d seen her around the school, sitting in the back of music class, not quite wanting to join in, just taking in the strange new atmosphere of singing along. You’d seen her being picked up by what you supposed was her father Joel after school. The two were adorably matched in surly attitude and clashed heads but you felt the love between them. It took a while for them to be properly introduced to everyone, but Ellie seemed more eager to know the towns music teacher, Joel standing closely behind the questioning teenager.

“Can you tell the difference between these two notes?” you started humming a very familiar two notes, a knowing smirk crossed the Joel’s lips. Ellie nodded, unaware of what was to happen. You hummed the same two notes again, then progressed in a faster rhythm, finally you opened your mouth to belt out the final bit to the Jaws theme. Ellie’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Wow! That was amazing! Did you write that song yourself?”

You and Joel shared a silent laugh, “Yes, I totally wrote that song myself.” The sarcasm seemed to be lost to the teenager.

“Would you be able to teach anyone to sing? No matter how terrible a singer they are?”

“Oh yeah, if someone has the enthusiasm and is willing to put in the work, then yeah.”

“So how can you tell if someone is a bad singer?”

“Well then, I’d have to hear them sing first. Do you know the lyrics to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?”

“Isn’t that a kid’s song?”

“Yes, which means it’ll be an easy song.”

“Well, I don’t know the song. They didn’t really teach us that stuff in basic training.”

“That’s okay, I can sing it for you if you want?”

Joel mumbled out, “I know the words.” He scratched the back of his head, hoping his words would be lost but you heard him well.

Ellie looked shocked, “You do?”

“Well, I was a dad, so I know all those kinds of songs.”

You brightened up, “I’d love to hear it.”

He sighed deeply, knowing what he’d have to face. He gave Ellie a death glare before he started off on the nursery rhyme. He started off quite confidently but soon realised all eyes in the room were on him, so he sang the last few lines quickly and let it fade away. You applauded his performance enthusiastically and Ellie joined in.

“Whoo! Real crooner there!”

To say Joel’s glare was a death glare was an understatement, but then he looked at the happiness on your face and softened, his embarrassment replaced by bashfulness.

“That was really good!” You swore you saw a bit of blush crawling up his neck.

“I want to try it!” Ellie then started her own version of the nursery rhyme. Her enthusiasm was almost infectious even if she didn’t get all the words or notes right. You applauded her performance almost before Joel did.

“Do you do private lessons?” the question from the man who just sang a nursery rhyme was one you haven’t heard in a while, “I know you do music at the school and all…”

“No, I mean yes, I can do private lessons. I just have to find the time between stuff.”

Ellie interrupted with a casual shove to Joel’s shoulder, “If you need anything fixin’, this guy’ll do it for you. He was a contractor.”

The laugh that came out of your mouth left her confused but you nodded to the man, agreeing to make an arrangement later.

*****

The story of how you survived an outbreak, and the collapse of society was probably put down to luck. You were managing the dull humdrum of surviving each day, becoming numb to everything you once took for granted. Finding the Jackson outpost became a glimmer of hope. Soon, your frozen heart defrosted with the melting snow. Soon word floated around of your life before everything changed and Maria approached you about setting up a music class in the school and now you came back to your old profession in some form.

How they managed to find a piano, let along a functioning piano at the end of human civilisation was nothing short of a miracle. Soon after, you had the luxury of paper to which you could write down some music which somehow didn’t leave your brain after all these years. You spent countless hours with a pencil and ruler making lines of music before you could start writing musical notes.

Things that were once an unnecessary luxury now became a needed break from the insanity that is the world ending. Jackson had settled into a routine for survival but once life settled a gentle harmony of peace and quiet hummed in the atmosphere. Ration cards were now being used to recreate childhood comfort foods and things that were once forgotten gradually crept back into life. Time could now be spent on things such as reading or randomly humming a song that became stuck in your head. Not having to survive a night in the freezing wilderness or worrying about where your next bite would come from could do that to you.

*****

A knock at the door of the school music room brought you back to when you first started teaching, the nerves came fluttering back. Ellie came sauntering into the room, closely followed by Joel.

“You’re both here for a lesson?”

“Well just me,” said Ellie, “He’s just here for moral support.”

You smiled at his surly face, “You can join in anytime you want. I want to see how you breathe, so I’d like you to take a nice deep breath and recite as much of the alphabet as you can on that one breath. Do that make sense?”

Ellie nodded and took a deep breath, raising her shoulders and managed to do the whole alphabet. You stood up and put your hands under your stomach, “That was good, but you were raising your shoulders, which only uses and eighth of your lung capacity. Put your hands under your stomach,” she copied you, “Now imagine your stomach is a balloon: when you breathe in, you inflate the balloon and when you breathe out, you deflate the balloon.” You demonstrated, letting your stomach go right out and in. Ellie eagerly copied you while Joel casually followed along, he took to the technique more easily than Ellie who was trying to wrap her head around this new way of breathing.

“How are you feeling?” you asked her.

“It feels weird. How’d you pick it up so quick?” she asked Joel.

“I’m older, I’ve had more experience with breathing.”

“You’re old you’d think you’d have trouble with breathing.”

“I’m not that old!” You couldn’t help but chuckle at this exchange.

“Let me know if you start feeling dizzy because lots of oxygen will be getting into your brain.”

“Maybe your brain will get smarter from all that oxygen,” Joel mumbled.

You went and sat at the piano, everything coming back to you now. “We’re going to do some warm ups, get the vocal muscles going. I like to talk them out before singing them. Now, imagine that some freshly baked cookies just came out of the oven,” you paused as you weren’t sure if Ellie would have ever experienced something such as freshly baked cookies.

“How about bread? Just out of the oven?” Joel suggested and that helped bring you back on track.

“Okay, so imagine the smell of freshly baked bread, that lovely smell,” you closed your eyes, “and you just…mmm” you hummed, imagining the taste of bread dancing on your tongue. Ellie and Joel closed their eyes and joined you in this dance of humming. You opened your eyes, “So you know how that feels? We’re now going to add music to it.”

Your fingers graced over the keys as if you never stopped teaching. All twenty years of hardship forgotten and felt like you only did this yesterday. You played up three notes and then went back down.

“I’ll demonstrate what we’re going to do. So hum along to this,” you played the sequence and hummed along, “And when I play the next bit,” you played the next note up to start a new sequence, “This is when you’ll breathe, and then we’ll hum along again,” you hummed along with the next sequence, “Then we’ll keep going up. Does that make sense?”

Ellie nodded but hesitantly looked to Joel for reassurance. “You can do it together or I can do it with you if you like?” She nodded for you to join her, so she hummed along going up the piano.

“How did that feel? I’m going to be asking that a lot.”

“It felt fine. Still weird.”

“Well it’s going to get weirder. That’s how singing goes. So, now we’re going to do what I call yawn singing. Yawning helps get that nice, relaxed feeling in our throat which is important to singing,” you gave a big dramatic yawn to demonstrate, “Let’s try that.” Ellie felt a little awkward yawning along with you, knowing it was something that had always been the source of scorn among others and yet here you were encouraging it. “Okay, let’s put that to music.”

You played the same musical sequence as before, Ellie yawn singing along with you. Joel was just the quiet observer in all this. “How did that feel?”

“It was definitely weird!” Joel just hummed in agreement.

“Now, have you ever laughed so much it hurt your stomach?”

Joel snorted, “Not with her bad jokes.”

“Hey, my jokes are excellent!” You saw the hint of a smile between the two of them.

“Well laughing gets our diaphragm muscles working so what we’ll do is take one tiny breath and go ‘ha ha ha ha ha’. Okay?” You all put your hands on your stomachs and did a few little laughs before adding the music. Instinctively your hands reached up as if to pop little bubbles of music, another memory from before. You realised and became slightly self-conscious of it. “How did that feel?”

“It felt good.”

“Good. Now we’ll actually get to a song!” You got up from the piano stool to place a piece of handwritten music in front of Ellie and Joel. He gave a knowing nod to the title of the song: Do Re Mi from The Sound of Music.

“That brings me back,” he mused.

“What? Back to the time of the dinosaurs?”

You gave Ellie a cheeky look, “So are you saying I’m that old?” That caused a smile to cross Joel’s face, and you joined in, and you continued with the lesson. “The way I like to approach a song is to do the tune, the melody, by itself; then we do the words by themselves; then we put the two of them together. Does that make sense?” Ellie nodded so you returned to the piano and started playing the tune which was one you always started new students on. “Feel free to hum along.”

It took a little while for her to get used to the tune which you knew was completely foreign to her, but she was determined to get the tune on her tongue.

“Alright, we’ll tackle the lyrics now,” You stood up and made your way to Ellie’s piece of music. You picked up the pencil that was on the makeshift stand. “The way we pronounce our words when we sing will be different to how we say them normally. I like talking out the lyrics in the rhythm so we can focus on the words and how they should feel when we sing them. Again, it’s going to be weird, but it’ll make sense once we add the music.” You used the pencil as a pointer and tapped out the rhythm to get syllable.

“When we get to a long note, we have to make sure the end of the word is heard clearly. If you do the long note but fade off then no one will know what word you just sang, so we have to emphasise it, almost making them two separate words. So, ‘Ray, a drop of golden su nuh’” you underlined the n in sun to make your point. “Let’s talk this out.”

Ellie followed along with you quite eagerly, sometimes looking to Joel like an eager puppy learning a new skill. You fed her with enthusiastic praise and her energy was bouncing in the air.

“Okay, let’s put the words to music,” you sat back down on the piano stool and started up the melody again, “Don’t worry, I’ll sing along with you.”

You started singing at your normal volume but softened it once you heard the confidence building in Ellie’s voice. “How was that?”

She shrugged, “Pretty good.”

“Okay, we’re going to get weird again. We’re going to yawn sing this. So imagine you’ve just come out of the dentist, oh wait. Just imagine your mouth has stopped working.”

“Like you’ve been drunk?”

“When have you ever been drunk?” asked Joel.

“I’ll sing this with you,” You started playing the song again. Ellie was trying hard not to giggle at the absurdity of the exercise, Joel once again quietly observing. “How did that feel?”

“Fun! Weird but fun.”

“Good. Now we’re going to laugh sing this. We won’t do the words, every one will be a short little ‘ha’.” You played the song again and Joel joined in softly on this one.

“Now, we’ll go back to singing with the words. When we get to one of the long notes, we’ll imagine we’re yawn singing it. And when we get to any little notes, we’ll imagine we’re laugh singing it. Does that make sense?”

Ellie nodded, eager to sing again. This time around, the change was obvious. “Did that feel any different?”

“A little bit, the higher notes felt better. Can we do it again?”

“Yeah sure, we can go as many times as you want.”

You played the song a few more times, you didn’t want Ellie to tire herself out in her first lesson. Before you knew it, the time had flown by, and the lesson had ended. Her poor face sunk in sadness but lit up when you said you’d see her next week. Joel nodded his thanks as he led her out the door.

*****

Sure enough, Ellie came by the following week followed by Joel. She told you she had practiced, and you believed her. You had started introducing a method you created where the singer uses their hands to sort of direct their voice forward. You mainly created the method to help singers with their breathing as a lot of them tried to breathe before finishing a musical sentence. It also helped make sure a long word ended strong. It was always fun to get students to imagine them poking the end of a word. Ellie took this literally and tried to poke Joel while singing and claiming she was practicing.

Soon word spread that you were teaching privately and more people in the community wanted to take up lessons. A lot of them were ones who remembered music from school and wanted a return to childhood. Others were told that they couldn’t sing which was a common thing with adult students. This encouraged several of the children to start lessons and word of forming a choir was now spreading. You would hope to get it up and running in time for a community talent show. A talent show was something that hadn’t happened in the world for a long, long time.

You found yourself playing on the piano more in your spare time. You fingers remembered how to play certain songs. That corner of your mind letting you play so freely, getting lost in the music. This song was one you hadn’t sung in a while.

Summertime, and the living is easy. Fish are jumpin’. And the cotton is high.

Oh, your daddy’s rich. And your ma is good lookin’.

So hush, little baby don’t you cry.

You sensed someone was watching and you nearly fell off the piano stool. Your heart being left behind to where it jumped out of your body. Joel rushed over to stop you from falling over like a complete fool.

“Shit, m’sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt; your singing was just so lovely.”

You paused, “Oh, thanks. Hadn’t sung that one in a while, put my guard down.”

“I’m not able to let my guard down yet.”

“Give it a few years. Was Ellie having a lesson today?”

“No, no,” he scratched the back of his head, “I actually had a question about a song I’m doin’.”

“You’re singing at the talent show?”

He sighed, “I was convinced.”

“Convinced?”

“Well, strongly convinced by Ellie who went and told everyone I was singin’.”

You laughed, “Yeah, she’s very convincing. So what song are you doing?”

He almost had trouble getting the words out, “Can’t Help Fallin’ in Love with You.”

“Oh lovely, is that for anyone special?”

He coughed out a maybe, but you didn’t question him further. “There’s a part I have trouble with, thought I should ask the expert.”

You went and sat back at the piano, “I’m more than happy to help.”

“Most of the song is fine, it’s just the middle part, ‘the only to the sea’ part.”

You hummed the part, looking to Joel if it was the correct part and he nodded. “Well, “there’s a few reasons why you might be having trouble with it. Sometimes it’s the notes, sometimes it’s the words and sometimes it's both,” you let out a contented sigh, “We can take it apart and see, well hear, where it’s giving you trouble.”

“Normally trouble is Ellie.” You joined in the laugher, noting how his eyes lit up.

“Let’s sing the part on doo.”

“Like that laugh singing?”

“You were paying attention?”

“I have to, to make sure Ellie practices.”

“It will be a little like laugh singing. We only have to lightly touch the tops of the notes. And we barely need any energy for these small notes. Most people tend to punch every note,” you gestured you hands to emphasise your point, “We only have to ‘boop’ them.”

“Boop?”

“Yes boop. I told you singing gets weird. But we’ll go with doo.”

Joel went through the sequence on doo, then dee. He seemed less uncomfortable with the strangeness of the exercises from accompanying Ellie to lessons over the weeks but having to do them himself was a lot different.

“Let’s try them with the words now but imagine lightly touching those notes.” He tried them but you heard he would hesitate on the top notes. “Would you be willing to use your hands?”

He sighed but gave it a go, following your movements. They were less elegant than yours but it did seem to help him with those notes causing him issue.

“Just try them by yourself and hopefully your brain will get used to it.”

“Thanks” he hesitated, “So I’m guessin’ you did all this teaching before,” he waved his hand, “everything?”

“I did. Ellie told me you wanted to be a singer but became a contractor.”

“I’m gonna have to tell her to watch where her mouth runs, but yeah, I did want to be a singer.”

“What stopped you?”

“Life I guess. And more than one person tellin’ me I couldn’t sing.”

“Were they experts?” he shook his head, “Then they had no right telling you.”

“Kinda wish you were around to tell them that.”

“We’re here now.”

“I’m glad we are.”

*****

“That will bring us back to do! Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do!”

The applause was rapturous for Ellie’s performance. She did a low bow and made her way back to the audience. Tommy, acting as MC, got up to the assigned performance area. “Another round of applause for Ellie! And now, finally making his debut, let’s welcome my brother Joel!”

After a pause, Joel reluctantly made his way to the front. He sat on the chair provided and placed the guitar on his knee. After a false start, he started strumming the guitar. His voice was softly coming through to the audience, he never once looked out to see how many people were watching him sing. Joel got to the part where he would hesitate, and you hoped your worry wouldn’t mentally pass on to him. The exercises you put him through must have worked because he passed through that part without any issues. Normally, most people would rush towards the end, their brain wanting to finish the song, but Joel didn’t speed up and fade off like he did all those weeks ago with that nursery rhyme.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too. But I can’t help fallin’ in love with you,” suddenly he lifted his head and looked straight into your eyes, “But I can’t help fallin’ in love with you.”

Oh. Oh…

The applause seemed to wash over the thrumming in your head. Surely, he wasn’t singing this love song to you. He was probably just looking to you for reassurance, that’s all it was.

“So, did he win you over with his singing?”

You were lost for words, “He what?”

“What better way to confess his feelings than through a love song?”

Joel had to butt in, “I kept sayin’ she’s a much lovelier singer so it wouldn’t work.”

You had to correct him, “Well it did work.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Ellie was practically singing, “I told you!”

Lovingly tagging @chaithetics @meveispunk @cevans-is-classic @tessa-quayle @boliv-jenta @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @myloveistoolittle @brilliantopposite187

[mblue-art]

It’s- uhh… it’s a bit rushed, but I wanted to write you something that would at least somewhat fit this Valentine’s Day. I hope you enjoy my own little version of Lust, though I tried not to describe him too much, just in case you wanted to make up your own image of what he’d might look like as a fairy. I hope you enjoy <3

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You’d been warned of the dangers of entering the forest. Fairies are hidden behind every leaf, every flower, in the bark of the trees, and the soil of the ground. It was already bad enough that they entered the village to cause havoc in early spring, their tiny, and yet sharp teeth ready to feast on the blood on any unsuspecting folk that passed by. Sometimes, they even snuck into their houses.

   And yet, it was as though you couldn’t help yourself. On this day, a day of love and affection, you found yourself alone, longing for someone to share your love with, and it had been as though the very forest itself heard you, for a song, not too different from the clang of a small bell, or the tune of a flute, called to you. And feeling your body move on its own, you allowed yourself to be guided.

   None thought to stop you. They couldn’t see the distant look in your eyes, the way your legs carried you with such feathery lightness, that it almost looked as if you were about to fly. Shortly, you passed the threshold of the trees, and the world of the big folk grew silent. All you could now hear was the song, and soon, all you could see was a sunlit clearing, in which a fairy sat atop a fallen tree, covered with moss and mushrooms of various kinds. You stopped walking once the light of the sun kissed your skin, and the fairy stopped singing.

   His wings, that of a dragonfly, were lowered and unfurled. He was the size of the big folk, your kind, though shorter, and much more delicate. You’d heard about the fairy’s ability to grow taller with the help of their magic, though you had never seen it yourself; until now, that is.

   “I could hear your soul,” the fairy said, and his voice was akin to that of the song of birds, beautiful and light. “It cried so sorrowfully, so desperate for love and comfort. How could I ever ignore such a call.”

   Your eyes widened as he turned, and your heart bloomed with warmth. His conjured body reminded you of pink crystals you’d seen on display by passing carriages, though unlike their cold and hard exterior, this fairy appeared soft; warm. His bones were near pearlescent, calling to be touched and caressed, though it was his kind smile that drew you in further; urged your legs to move forward.

   Only when you were near did he finally reach out to touch you, his hand laid carefully upon your cheek. The lights within his sockets kept your mind in a soothed state, calming you completely.

   “Will you leave me once the day is over?” you found yourself asking, afraid that you might never see this lovely fairy again once the sun vanished over the horizon.

   “Of course not, my flower. Once a fairy falls in love, they will never truly leave the one whom has taken their soul into their warm hands,” he said, and slowly; tenderly, he kissed you.

You knew of the dangers that came with interacting with fairies, knew of the mischief they committed, and how they rarely did any favours for the big folk, but… Right now, as this fairy of spring, of love, held you so gently and kissed you so sweetly… How could you ever go back to your old life again?

!!! valacre my beloved, hello!! ;w; 💕

fairy,, ,, 🥺💜💜💜 this is very lovely, ur writing is lovely, thank u sm for the crumbs!! happy valentine's day <333

[heyyitskeii]

Waiting for Us - Ver I.N

Hello! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything, and my first time writing for this fandom. Hope you enjoy :)

English translation for song lyrics are in bold and are from here!

Waiting for Us - Ver I.N

I.N / Reader

Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Song Fic

Story under the cut:

“Busy” was the only word you or Jeongin could think of to summarize why it has taken so long for both of you to meet again. In the beginning it felt like fun and games, before it started to sink in that maybe it would be a long time before you would see him again.

Days turned into weeks, then weeks turned into months. The weather started to get colder and the sight of couples around you made you feel a bit lonelier than usual. It was weird to have that feeling, considering you and him were just friends.

Just friends, right? That became your mantra every time you felt your heart twist in a certain way.

Even though you hadn’t seen each other for a very long time, Jeongin never failed to message you at least twice a day - once to say good morning, and another to say good night. When his schedule would permit, he’d be able to respond back to you and sometimes would be able to have a short conversation with you.

The last conversation you had with him was both hilarious and heart wrenching - you both were reminiscing about your trainee days because he was filming in the area where you, him, and other trainees would frequently go after classes to unwind. Ironically, the area was only 20 minutes away from your apartment.

Y/N: Oppa, you’re so close but we can’t even see each other! When can we hang out again?

I.N: Let’s hang in there for just one more day.

That one day turned into months… again. You resorted to being happy seeing him on shows, his online content, and listening to his singing. The regret and bitterness of not making it during your trainee days began to sink in even more though, wondering if you wouldn’t be feeling like this if you had made it through and debuted with them.

There was a period when Jeongin had stopped messaging you, but you knew it was because his schedule was probably jam packed. It was close to the holidays and you still hadn’t heard anything from him, so you had messaged him a quick “happy holidays” but never received a response. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel obligated to message you back, so you just left the message as is, and stopped checking ever since.

Fast forward to the new year, and the weather was beginning to warm up. Jeongin did in fact message you several times, but you didn’t respond in fear of bothering him. If the news was anything to go by, you knew how busy he was getting, and his time must have been precious to him.

I.N: Y/N, where are you?

You saw your phone light up on the table when his message came through. You thought for a moment before deciding to finally reply to one of his messages.

Y/N: I’m at home, where I have always been.

The few minutes between your message and his felt like an eternity, but his response had you slightly confused:

I.N: At times, I was afraid. I didn’t think you’d ever come again.

Y/N: Oppa, you’ve been so busy, I didn’t want to bother you!

I.N: You can never bother me. Talking with you helps me to relax from our schedules.

His message made you smile, and a familiar warmth that you hadn’t felt in a while began to fill you again.

Y/N: This winter has felt a bit colder, but I’m glad it will be over soon.

I.N: I wonder if the cold days were difficult. Did you stay warm?

Y/N: As best as I could. It’s not the same, like when we used to share jackets and blankets.

I.N: Haha, I miss that. And you.

You had to read that again, but before you could say anything, Jeongin had messaged again.

I.N: Do you think I don’t know how you felt?

…Busted.

I.N: Knock knock.

His last message confused you, until you had heard physical knocking at your front door. You quickly walked over to open the door, and was surprised to see Jeongin standing in front of you.

It had been so long, and feelings you had tucked away began to surface again. You realized you had really fallen in love with him, never fell out of it, and you were just… waiting for this moment.

You both looked at each other for a moment, as if trying to register that this was really happening. Slowly but surely, his smile grew across his face as his eyes began to twinkle. He offered his hand to you, and it was as if you knew what he was asking. You silently took his hand and responded with a bright smile of your own.

So I’ll tightly hold your hands

No matter what moment comes

I won’t let you go

[tanjirosjuliet]

DANDELIONS

PARINGS - TANJIRO X READER

Words - 510+

-fluff to angst-

A/n - I wrote this 2 days ago but forgot to upload this lmao. Also this is inspired by the tiktok I shared earlier and the song 'dandelions by Ruth B.'

Recommendation - you can listen to 'dandelions by ruth b while reading this fanfiction as it may improve your reading experience

NO ONE'S POV

It was early spring. Tanjiro found a beautiful dandelion field not too long ago. He used to visit it everyday in his free time with Zenitsu , Inosuke , Nezuko and of course you...

You were his pride , strength and joy , you were his everything. You made his heart smile. You were his lover. You both acted so stupid together, with you he could be himself.

Zenitsu and Inosuke always used to tell him that 'dandelions aren't a real flower' and made fun of him for loving and collecting dandelions. But he didn't care , you used to love dandelions. He used to make you dandelion flower crowns and rings and used to tell you how beautiful you looked with them.

Everything was going amazing until....

You came from a mission that ended earlier than Tanjiro's and hoped he would come back soon too.

You were helping Aoi in the kitchen because you didn't got any injuries. A few moments later you heard a crow cawing in a distance. You recognized that it was Tanjiros kasugai crow... matsuemon..

You weren't able to hear what the crow was saying then he finally came to your window so you could hear him clearly.

You looked at him while smiling thinking tanjiro sent his crow to send you a message

"Kamado Tanjiro is dead!"

"Kamado Tanjiro is dead!" Shouted his crow

Everything went blank when you heard it. Your heart sank so deep that you felt like it isn't part of your body anymore

Tears began to form in your eyes.

You fell to your knees crying so loudly that Inosuke and Zenitsu who were training outside in the garden came to check in. To see Aoi trying to calm you down and crying herself. Zenitsu entered the kitchen trying to calm you down and asking what happened

While Inosuke just just in a corner in absolute confusion.

"Kamado Tanjiro died protecting his sister Kamado Nezuko!"

Zenitsu and Inosuke stared the group with completely black eyes.

Zenitsu started crying but Inosuke tried not to look weak but ended up crying too.

"T-then where is Nezuko Chan?" Zenitsu asked

"She was greatly injured and Shinobu I healing her" said tanjiros crow

-Time skip to his funeral-

Loud sobs and cries were heard from zenitsu, Inosuke, you and the love hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji

All hashiras were there too and they were really upset. Sanemi was feeling really guilty for not apologizing for what he did.

After all of the people had left , you sat near his grave in sorrow. Saying 'I love you's and sorry's'.

You spent the rest of the day there and told him what happened through out the day and how was your day going.

Your job was really dangerous and you knew one day one of you will die. Or both

You then went to the dandelion field and carefully took a few flowers and a flower crown, smiling while recalling all of the happy memories you had together .

From that very day you visited tanjiros grave everyday talked to him and went to the dandelions field everyday in springs with zenitsu inosuke and nezuko.

You used to make alot of flower crowns for all of them and took a few to your mansion to replace them with fresh ones.

One day you were visiting the dandelion field alone and just sitting there while enjoying the great view.

And you swear you felt Tanjiros voice and him kissing you on the cheek..

Tears filling your eyes and heart sinking really deep..

You missed him so much...

"I'll join you soon Tanjirou"

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[fakesaintess]

Servant Tending to Evil Flowers

Summary: An AU based off the Daughter of Evil, starring the Tweels. Floyd plays the role of Riliane and Jade plays Allen. It is mostly based upon the songs and prsk cards. All characters besides the Tweels and all Ships are very minor.

Sequel to This and crossposted to ao3. Finale of the series is here.

Jade was sure of two things in life. The first thing was that adults are selfish. For their own reasons, Jade had been separated and raised away from his twin.

The second thing was that he would do all he could to protect the twin he treasured so much. His brother, who has long since forgotten that he ever had a twin, was the ruler of the country. People described Floyd as evil and, for that reason, Jade would become evil too.

As he stood outside Floyd's door, preparing to knock he heard him say, "It's gonna be tea time soon." Floyd always said that before Jade arrived which delighted Jade each time. A familiar schedule displayed their peaceful lives. He knocked at the door.

"Come in," Floyd spoke through the door and Jade entered, laying out today's items.

"Today's snack is brioche. I do hope you like it." Jade said, placing the brioche in front of Floyd.

As he watched Floyd taste it and react poorly, he responded in the proper way, reassuring his twin that things would be better the next day. Jade then attempted to bring up a topic he knew could be upsetting. "However, there is an issue. The people are struggling to obtain food. Should you not let the people into the larder?"

Floyd reacted poorly to that as well. Bitter at the topic and bitter at Dire Crowley for stealing. He slipped Jade a note, no, an order, to send Crowley to his demise. Crowley had been the man to raise Jade, he treasured Crowly like a father, but if it would make Floyd happy he would follow these commands

"If Floyd is considered evil, I am evil as well." He thought to himself as he watched Crowley's life come to an end. Jade had poisoned the closest thing he had to a parent, but, if he had made Floyd happy his actions were worthwhile.

Upon a visitation to a neighboring country, Jade had met a boy called Trey Clover. Within a few minutes of conversation, Jade fell for him. His heart leapt with joy with each word they shared. It seemed Trey felt the same way as he was uninterested in the affections of a prince from overseas. Trey kept the interactions friendly, but it seems the prince confused those actions for admiration.

That prince was also the person Floyd loved. It seems Floyd could not tell Trey's lack of attraction to Riddle as he dealt the order of, "I need you to do something. Make sure that Trey Clover person doesn't survive the war."

Jade's heart dropped yet, nonetheless, he agreed. If Trey should die to soothe the way Floyd was hurting Jade will kill him. But, for some reason, as Jade watched the life drain from Trey's eyes he began to weep. It was unlike the fake tears he normally shed, it was far more painful. Was this loss worth someone else's joy?

"It's gonna be tea time soon." He heard Floyd say like always when he came to serve tea. ""I hope today the brioche is to your liking." He said upon entering the room and setting up tea time.

"It's great today! See, just needed to remind the chefs of what's on the line." Floyd said with a smile and the innocence of Floyd's delight soothed the ache in Jade's heart. What he had done was the correct choice if Floyd could smile that way.

The kingdom will fall soon. Although Jade had Floyd end the war it seemed fate would not let it go unpunished. The treacheries that had been committed had finally caught up, but Jade refused to acknowledge that future. His father and his lover are nothing more than corpses now, but Floyd did not have to share that fate. Jade did not have to let fate continue to tear apart his life.

The people would breach the castle soon. Jade's time was limited. He rushed to Floyd's room and entered. Floyd sat despondent on his bed, clearly aware what awaited him.

Jade approached Floyd who looked at him with a hollow expression. "Jade. I can't stop shaking. Can you hold my hand?"

"Of course. Your wish is my command." Jade said, taking Floyd's hand in his.

He felt Floyd calm. "Never got why but it's always been nice to have you by my side." Floyd gave Jade's hand a squeeze. "Thanks. You stayed with me all this time and that means a lot."

"What has made you thank me?" Jade asked.

"It's gonna end soon, right? Once they're here there's no way I'm getting out. So I'm thanking you while I still can." Floyd said.

Jade slipped his hand out of Floyd's. "If this is the end, grant me one more request. Change clothes with me."

"Huh?" Floyd said.

"This is the last thing I'll ask of you." Jade spoke firmly to show how serious he was about this.

"Guess we can." Floyd replied.

With their clothes swapped, Floyd looked at Jade. "Like this it's near impossible to tell us apart. Never really thought of how alike we really look." Floyd seemed amused, or, as close as he could currently get to that

"I will lend you those clothes. Wear them and escape from here." Jade said.

"Huh? If I run they'll just go after me. No point in runnin.'" Floyd responded.

"They won't. They'll capture the prince like they desire. As you can see, the prince is here." Jade gestured to himself. "You may not remember this, but it's never left my mind, we are twins. They will be unable to tell us apart."

"Are you dumb? Don't you know what will happen if you get caught? You didn't do anything so why be caught for this." Floyd questioned, unable to understand why Jade was willing sacrifice himself.

"Anything you've done, I share the blame for. If someone will be punished I want it to be me instead of you." Jade said before shoving Floyd out of the room.

"Hey! Don't do this! You can't just tell me we're twins and then go! I can't even remember anything about that!" Floyd shouted but Jade paid him no mind.

Jade stood still as the room was rushed and Riddle pointed a blade at his throat. He felt nothing but disgust for what this man had done and that he was going to come out the victor. "Never knew Goldfishie had it in him to go off like this." He said, mocking Riddle while he could.

Jade knew he'd soon face execution. The bells would ring and punishment would be dealt. But Jade feels no regret for his actions. If Floyd was evil than Jade was as well. It's unfortunate the hand the two had been dealt, never getting to enjoy their lives as brothers. But Jade would not let fate get its hands on Floyd and cause him to suffer.

When the church bells rang, Jade was dragged up onto the guillotine's platform and looked out into the crowd cheering and demanding their former prince's demise. This wicked kingdom, home of the evil prince, was ruled by none other than Jade's precious brother. The world may be against Floyd, but Jade will stand by his side, protecting him to the end. Floyds misdeeds are Jade's too.

Jade would not let the people get the satisfaction of seeing any fear in the eyes of who they believed to be the prince. He looked beyond the crowd and smiled, "It's gonna be tea time soon."

He said Floyd's trademark phrase just before the blade was lowered. In his final moments Jade had one last thought, "I hope that we can be reborn so we can truly live as twins. Until then, please keep smiling."

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With his face hidden under a cloak, Floyd stared up at the platform where Jade would be executed in his place. He watched Jade ignore the crowd like they were insignificant to him and then he spoke what Floyd had repeated so often when he knew Jade would be there. "It's gonna be tea time soon."

And then the person he only recently learned was his twin was dead. He'd dedicated his life to making Floyd happy and Floyd had no way to ever repay him for all he had done.

[bradsmindbrain]

So Gael absolutely can sing, and he’s really good at it so maybe Ted gets Jack to sing a song for him?

De Colores

Summary: While making dinner, Ted hears his boyfriend humming, and wishes to hear more.

TW: None

Jack’s humming was calming as Ted carefully prepared the two of them dinner, some deer and a few assorted canned vegetables Jack had bought him. Ted enjoyed the humming, the tune of some song he didn’t know the name of. Jack was a very talented man, and he knew that music was just one of his boyfriend’s many talents. 

The tune was nice, the dips and rises were heaven to hear. Ted couldn’t get enough of it. He grumbled.

Jack paused, looking up at him from the log he sat upon, “The song? It’s uh, De Colores, In Colors. My mother used to sing it to me all the time.”

He grunted.

Jack gave a confused look for a split-second, “You want me to sing it?”

Ted grumbled in response.

Jack laughed, “I don’t know Teddy Bear, I’m not sure I’ll be able to sing it as well as my mother did.”

Ted groaned.

A smile quickly appeared on Jack’s face, “All right, I’ll do it for you. Could you get me the guitar?”

He obliged, heading inside to grab it. He emerged a few minutes later, holding the guitar and handing it down to Jack, who smiled, “Thank you.”

Jack began to strum the guitar, clearing his throat.

“De colores, de colores

Se visten los campos en la primavera.

De colores, de colores

Son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.

De colores, de colores

Es el arco iris que vemos lucir.”

Ted’s tendrils shifted into the imitation of a smile as he heard his partner sing.

“Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.

Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.”

Ted didn’t hear the way most things did, his transformation had made sure of that. He had long since lost his ears, but oddly enough, he could hear through his forehead just fine, Jack’s singing translating to a pleasant throb in his head.

“De colores, de colores

Brillantes y finos se viste la aurora.

De colores, de colores

Son los mil reflejos que el sol atesora.

De colores, de colores

Se viste el diamante que vemos lucir.”

Ted trilled in enjoyment, Jack’s singing filling his mind as he flipped the venison.

“Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.

Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.”

Soon, Ted found himself grumbling along to the tune.

“Canta el gallo, canta el gallo

Con el quiri, quiri, quiri, quiri, quiri.

La gallina, la gallina

Con el cara, cara, cara, cara, cara.

Los pollitos, los pollitos

Con el pío, pío, pío, pío, pí.”

The sound of Jack’s strums carried themselves through the still swamp air, and Ted vaguely wondered if any visitors to the Everglades could hear him.

“Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.

Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.”

He could feel Jack’s joy, his happiness of sharing this moment with the person he cared about the most.

“Jubilosos, jubilosos

Vivamos en gracia puesto que se puede.

Saciaremos, saciaremos

La sed ardorosa del Rey que no muere.

Jubilosos, jubilosos

Llevemos a Cristo un alma y mil más.”

The venison was fine, he could leave them a moment to do this. Ted trilled as he made his way over to Jack, standing behind him.

“Difundiendo la luz que ilumina

La gracia divina del gran ideal.

Difundiendo la luz que ilumina

La gracia divina del gran ideal.”

Ted placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder, earning a split-second giggle from the lycanthrope.

“De colores, de colores

Sí, de blanco y negro y rojo y azul y castaño.

Son colores, son colores

De gente que ríe, y estrecha la mano.

Son colores, son colores

De gente que sabe de la libertad.”

Ted wrapped his arms around his partner, carefully not to mess up Jack’s hold on the guitar.

“Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.

Y por eso los grandes amores

De muchos colores me gustan a mí.”

With the final strum of the guitar, Jack laughed giving that goofy smile Ted loved so much, “Did you like it?”

He grumbled.

“Loved it did you? Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to one of Ted’s knuckles.

He groaned, brushing a hand against Jack’s face.

Jack chuckled, “You want me to do it more often? I’d be glad to, Teddy Bear.”

For a moment, he was content, at least until Jack spoke again, “Ted? I think the venison is burning.”

Shit.

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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