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Someday

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Inspired by my favorite song: "Someday" (Meg Donnelly and Milo Manheim)

It’s a cozy evening on the grounds of Xavier’s School. Erik Lehnsherr and Y/N are walking through the garden, arms wrapped around each other. The stars twinkle in the sky, and there’s an unusual calmness in the air. Y/N hums softly to herself as she walks beside Erik, his arms protectively around her.

Suddenly, Erik stops, pulls Y/N closer, and begins to sing softly:

Erik: "I know it might be crazy, but did you hear the story?"

Y/N looks up at him, surprised but with a gentle smile. She softly sings back:

Y/N: "I think I heard it vaguely…"

Erik smiles, his gaze full of affection, and continues, singing the words with an ease that’s unusual for him:

Erik: "A girl and a mutant…"

Y/N chuckles softly and leans closer into him before singing her line:

Y/N: "Oh, tell me more, boy, sounds like a fantasy…"

They look deeply into each other’s eyes and sing together:

Both: "What could be so wrong with a girl and a mutant?"

Erik holds Y/N even tighter and sings the next line:

Erik: "You're from the perfect paradise, and I'm living on the dark side…"

Y/N gazes at him tenderly and sings back:

Y/N: "Oh, I've got a feeling, if you get to know me…"

Erik smiles lightly, his eyes shining as he continues:

Erik: "Right from the start, you caught my eye, something inside me came to life…"

Y/N sings softly, almost dreamily:

Y/N: "Ooh, I've got a feeling…"

Then they sing together, their voices harmonizing perfectly:

Both: "If you get to know me… Someday…"

Y/N looks into the distance and sings with a hint of hope:

Y/N: "This could be, this could be ordinary…"

Then they join together once more:

Both: "Someday…"

Y/N smiles lovingly at him and sings:

Y/N: "Could we be something extraordinary?"

Erik rests his forehead against hers as they continue singing:

Both: "You and me, side by side, out in the broad daylight… If they laugh, we'll say, 'We're gonna be someday.'"

In the background, far enough away not to be heard, Charles Xavier and Raven Darkholme observe the unusual duet. Raven tilts her head, a curious smile on her lips.

Raven smirks and whispers to Charles, "Tell me, have they taken something I don’t know about?"

Charles, looking equally amused, breaks into a warm laugh.

"I wish it were that simple to explain," he replies, still chuckling. "But no, Raven. That’s just… well, Erik, as you’ve never seen him before."

Raven raises an eyebrow, glancing back at Erik, who is now holding Y/N even closer as they hum softly together.

"Erik Lehnsherr," Raven says with mock seriousness, "the man who can control bridges and tear apart tanks, is singing a duet in the garden. Happily. This is definitely the strangest day of my life."

Charles laughs again and shakes his head lightly. "I admit, it’s unusual. But maybe it’s exactly what we all need."

Raven rolls her eyes and grins broadly. "You realize what this means, right? The next time I’m in the kitchen, and Erik starts singing… there’s really no going back."

Charles smiles, but then grows thoughtful. "Love changes people, Raven. Even someone like Erik."

Raven nudges Charles playfully with her elbow. "I get that. But honestly, I never thought ‘singing Erik’ would be part of that change."

Charles can’t hide the smile on his lips. "Just wait until he starts baking cookies."

Raven bursts out laughing and shakes her head in disbelief. "Erik Lehnsherr, singing and baking cookies? That’ll make history."

She takes one last look at Erik and Y/N, who still seem to be in their own little world, the music they share filling the air.

"Well, as long as they’re happy…," Raven finally says, still slightly amused.

Charles nods, his gaze thoughtful yet warm. "Yes. And if it helps us all find peace, then so be it."

With one last glance at the two, Charles and Raven turn and head back into the building.

#x men x reader #x men #charles xavier #raven darkholme #erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #michael fassbender x reader #michael fassbender imagine #michael fassbender

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violetmuses · 2 months ago

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Feelin’ You - R. Reigns (College AU) 🖤

Title: Feelin’ You - R. Reigns (College AU) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Meeting Roman could change everything.

@expert-texpert @persethegawd @episodes-ff @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj 🏷

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2006

“Let's go!” During football season, Jimmy and Jey Uso could shout beyond words after finishing classes, always excited to support the team.

Your roommate Naomi almost sprinted down this hall while donning her cheer uniform, ready to leave. Other students welcomed excitement.

“See you soon, Nay!” You grinned while laughing as this shuttle pulled up and sent her group to the field once more.

_____

Almost growing up together, you first met Naomi after falling on the playground. Ever since that unexpected day moved forward, she would offer genuine kindness and still wanted to help you.

By high school graduation, both of you had earned well-deserved scholarships and remained inseparable as personal dreams kept shining.

Watching your sister rave up front, you followed every single routine by this point in time and chanted along, showing pride no matter what.

Just before halftime would take place, you glanced down and realized that Naomi chatted with one player.

The gridlock helmet lined up for school protected his face, but dark hair curled behind that large jersey. Your own questions picked up right away.

When this player stepped from Naomi and removed the helmet for a break, his side profile expressed an absolutely flawless grin.

Your heart flew beyond the sky located overhead when Naomi laughed with him and echoed happiness that you've known since childhood.

Did my best friend have an unexpected crush out here? Joyful thoughts wondered.

Sooner than later, Naomi turned and waved to you, offering the biggest smile. Sounds heightened, but you recognized movements of her lips.

‘We'll talk later.’ Naomi pointed between you and herself, winking before she walked back to formation alongside the vibrant cheer squad.

What's going on? You questioned this moment silently.

*****

Spooning ice cream from its carton after taking this shower, Naomi crashed on your bed in the dorm and started rambling with homework done.

“Are you two going on a date?” You laughed while enjoying your own treats and quietly mentioned the football player.

“No, girl! You know I'm in love with Jim.” Naomi gushed over Jimmy Uso for quite a while now.

“Oh! Your future husband?” You messed with Naomi this time.

“Of course! That's my man.” Her smile didn't even fade. “But let me tell you what happened on the field.”

“I'm listening.” You trashed garbage and returned to bed, invested while Naomi continued.

“His name is Roman and he's moved here from Florida.” Naomi painted details. “I guess his parents worked magic with school and now he's joined the football team.”

“That's cool. At least we won.” You say, definitely intrigued. “He's handsome.”

“Girl! I even told him about you.” Naomi almost giggled.

No! Both ears heated through embarrassment and you covered your mouth, surprised.

“Playing matchmaker again?” You quickly sighed out loud.

“No, but give Roman a chance someday.” Naomi settled down. “He's really sweet. If things don't work out though, I'll be here.”

“Deal.” Trusting her words, you took steps at your own pace.

******

“Big Dog!” Students cheered when Roman entered this classroom and tried to sit down for an upcoming lecture. The professor hadn't arrived yet.

“Alright. Hey, ya'll!” His Southern accent met true laughter as Roman topped sunglasses near dark hair and began to organize various essentials.

When this professor could start teaching as usual, Roman's mind drifted elsewhere.

Last weekend, Naomi yapped from the sidelines and gave Roman this much-needed chance to smile as fall weather chilled down every bone.

Soon, Naomi pointed toward the known bleachers and somehow mentioned her roommate, just chatting further until halftime would kick off.

Curious during the lecture, Roman “snuck” his phone beneath this long table and opened text messages, reaching out.

Roman: Who's your roommate? 👀

Shooting that question, Roman quickly glanced around and tucked this phone right back into place, ending his last class of the afternoon.

_____

Greeting Naomi and Jim as he reached the dining hall, Roman noticed someone else holding this meal and walking over, not sitting down just yet.

“Roman?” Naomi introduced both of you. “This is the roommate that l told you about. She's my best friend.”

Good God! You're so pretty. While seeing you up close, Roman's mind shook up.

“Hi.” You spoke first and quickly offered the most beautiful smile.

“Hey.” Pulling himself together, it's a miracle when Roman's muscled knees haven't given out. Your sweet voice doesn't help quiet nerves either.

Here we go.

_____

Sitting down as a group, small talk would carry dinner right now, but Roman can't help watching how you laugh by Jim and Naomi. This adorable sound would echo beyond his dreams tonight.

When the building closed until morning and everyone moved down this sidewalk together, Roman stayed aware of you, genuinely protective.

Moonlight welcomed another evening as dorms turned closer and closer.

“See y'all tomorrow. No class.” Jimmy topped one of his favorite hats while standing near this dorm.

“Don't be stupid. I'm right here.” Roman warned about fooling with Naomi in public, but you rolled both eyes and laughed again, distracting him.

“Bye!” Almost running away, Jim held Naomi's hand and headed somewhere, leaving you outdoors.

“Wait, Jim!” Roman scoffed and felt awkward as you stood nearby.

“They've always been wild, so I'm used to it.” You tried to help Roman out.

“We didn't talk much. Wanna go inside? It's cold out here.” Roman pointed to your building.

“Sure.” You met him by the entrance, but Roman opened that front door, leading through.

_______

Warming up by some miracle, heat circulated this lobby once you both sat down.

Peaceful silence gave Roman an opportunity to learn more details with each passing moment.

Just when you exchanged phone numbers and Ro would leave, thunder rumbled outside.

Damn. He thinks. I'm probably stuck until further notice.

Meanwhile, you texted Naomi several warnings just in case and even hoped Jim would circle back.

Other students dispersed from the lobby, gifting Roman more time with you as silence would start to pull between those incoming raindrops.

“Jimmy will pick you up in a little while.” You offered an update for Roman to be careful.

“Thanks.” Ro accepted your words and charged his phone here.

“You're welcome.” You ended this conversation and waited, just keeping your distance now.

******

When the truck arrived, Naomi dashed to this building and shivered with chills.

“I'm taking a shower.” Nay spoke by you and ignored Roman before heading to the elevator.

“Stay warm.” Facing Roman, you gathered essentials and moved in the same direction as Naomi.

“You too.” His accent won't drawl this time, but roots still lingered when Roman turned out the door.

*****

“How'd it go?” Jimmy returned to his apartment on campus and gathered snacks, questioning Roman about you.

“Not much happened.” Roman wouldn't even push boundaries.

“Hold up.” Jim scrunched up his face. “You didn't even ask her out?”

“Uh-uh.” Ro took one water bottle out of the fridge. “Now you're being a dumbass!”

“Man!”Jimmy tisked right back. “Naomi and I started dating before you even got here. What's wrong? Make a move.”

“Creeps don't win.” Roman defended himself. “I'm not scaring this girl just to make myself feel better.”

“Good point, Uce.” Jimmy dapped up Roman while grounding one of countless nicknames.

“Don't worry about me.” Ro chuckled and headed to the living room, settled at last.

******

Roman: Coming to the game? 🏈

You: Can't! I'm sick. 🤧

For the first time since exchanging your number, Roman pouted.

Dark weather lasted this week, but possible ailments reached out of nowhere and your status nearly bothered his own motivation for that game.

Roman: Feel better. 🫂

You: Thank you and I'll try. Give ‘em hell! 🏈🔥

Roman: Yes, Ma'am! 🫡💨

Your last ping jolted energy right back and Roman snatched this helmet, ready for war.

This time around, as long as you stood in the corner, he would move mountains.

______

Another downpour began to soak this football field when the team prevailed again and sheltered in that locker room. Thankful cheers resounded.

By the time Roman gathered his cell phone afterward, notifications pinged throughout.

Naomi ended up taking charge for once and warned that you'd fallen asleep during halftime, pretty much knocked out with this terrible cold.

Roman: Damn! Y'all need anything? 🥺

Naomi: No thanks! I stocked warm meals in the fridge and we have plenty of medicine. 🫂

Roman: All right, but still let me know. 🥺

Naomi: Got it! 💚

*****

Dodging outright medical attention, your cold settled down at last, but homework remained and you caught up after missing classes to recover.

Huddled in the library, you cornered textbooks and kept studying this afternoon, but one voice caught intrigue.

“Feeling better?” Roman's Southern accent pulled forward as usual.

“Yes. Thanks.” You addressed him without making eye contact and still jotted down notes.

“Missed you at the game.” Roman attempted once more.

“Y'all won again. Didn't skip much.” You clipped the response while trying to finish assignments.

“Sorry. Call me later?” Roman noticed the drop of your sweet voice and knew better, planning to leave you alone.

“Maybe another time.” You're exhausted as he distracts you.

“Okay, baby girl.” Roman offers this unexpected nickname and you almost freeze, surprised.

That slip never eased your thoughts when his voice deepened and curls then reached both temples. Subtle facial hair welcomed his jawline.

“Ro? Don't do that.” You turned away from the desk and gathered belongings, reaching limits now.

“What?” Almost towering beyond height, his weight anchored 280 pounds based on current stats with the football team. Your breath hitched.

“We're in public…” You tried. Shadows of his face locked down your presence without hesitation.

“I know.” His brown eyes struck and you nearly break, wanting to kiss an absolute stranger. “We need to talk, though. C'mon.”

Influenced by an unknown force, you trailed his steps and exit the library regardless.

______

Speaking in the lobby of your dorm that night, you have no other choice with Roman.

“Why care so much? You and I just met.” You folded both arms.

“Maybe I looked forward to seeing you at the game and colds aren't good.” Roman squinted, taking up this couch. “I shouldn't be concerned?”

“I appreciate it, but you don't need me standing every day for touchdowns.” Your words kept going, frustrated. “What do you want?”

“You.” Leaving the couch, Roman stood once more.

“Why? Riding with the football team isn't enough anymore?” You arched one brow. “Naomi told me that girls keep following.”

“Those girls don't even care. Matter of fact, you messed me up.” Roman tried to explain himself without yelling.

“How?” You questioned, just waiting to hear more and more.

“It took five seconds.” Roman lifted his dominant hand. “I'd rather think about you now.”

“I'm not that special. Goodbye, Roman.” Heading to your room, you leave him in the dust.

*******

Completing this group project, you exit your final class of the day and planned to hang out with Naomi, but Roman caught your steps in the hall.

“Hello.” You stayed cordial for so many reasons this afternoon.

“Hey. Who was that?” Despite his greeting, Roman brought up one of your classmates.

“Doesn't matter. We aced the assignment.” You briefly smiled.

“Ignoring me now?” Ro asked.

“I have plans with Naomi. Excuse me.” You turned away and Roman sighed, missing another chance.

_____

Heading out for dinner, Naomi chose this amazing restaurant and chatted all night with you, grateful to have free time during the hectic semester.

Taking dessert home, you giggled holding containers and walked down this hall with Naomi, but she paused when her cell phone rang.

“Roman?” Naomi questioned this man on the other line.

You squinted, definitely puzzled while entering the small home area with Naomi.

“Put her on the phone…” Exhaustion pained his voice when Roman looked for you.

_______

Taking Nay’s phone, you closed this bedroom door, giving Roman privacy.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“I'm sorry for what happened.” Roman apologized. “How was your night? I miss you.”

“Thank you for apologizing, but don't start playing cute. I'm still mad.” You say.

“That makes sense, but I…” Roman struggled because of you, smitten and yet frustrated.

“I'll hang up. What's going on, Roman?” You put your foot down.

“I can't sleep, baby.” He slipped that nickname again and missed you in real time.

“Ro…” You hung up and returned this phone to Naomi, not calling Roman back.

#college au #roman reigns #wwe #au fanfiction #fanfiction #slight angst #open ending #one shot #my writing #violetmuses #💜💜💜

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alexkaneinq · 22 days ago

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Cultist's Gamble Round 11

They don't have any trouble with Pew for the rest of the night, but even after the vampire has dried off, Eric spends the night in his apartment. Kasper works in the evening, so he doesn't mind losing the sleep, and he does learn that the other man is absolutely terrible at cards. He's not a terrible liar, but he just cannot get a winning hand to save his life. Maybe he did something to piss off the gods of fortune when he was alive, maybe they're still punishing him in their petty ways now because he was able to make the best of his life as it stands now. Either way, he won all but three hands and took the man for every copper he had on him, which was a delightful way to spend the evening, only occasionally sparing a sliver of his attention to the rot he put inside of Pew's body. He was curled up and sleeping as a wolf as soon as the moon went high, and still seems to be asleep when Eric sees that the sun isn't rising. Or rather, it is, but the morning appears to be overcast for now. That's fine by him, and good for Eric, the other man able to slip back home under cloud cover without worrying that his skin will be set ablaze.

"That was an eventful evening in a million ways that I did not expect." Eric tells him as they step out into the hall. Kasper needs to collect his other sigil if they're going to open the door and break it. "You're certain that you won't be in any danger from him?"

"Not unless he tries to wag his tongue to someone. I can work on making sure that can't be done. I just need to make sure that I don't get any more of Ristol's attention."

"That might be difficult. Penelope apparently hired him to investigate you, she doesn't believe you could be back for any good reasons."

He isn't surprised she's the one who hired him, but he does ask, "She likes you, why are you in his crosshairs?"

"Ristol has always been suspicious of my comings and goings, and it would be disingenuous to say he isn't also jealous. He has always taken a shine to Penelope and I believe he resents how much time we spend working together. You know how capricious and jealous fey can be."

"Great, so we're just fucked then?"

"I'll see what I can do about Penelope." He says with a fair amount of consideration. "She can be reasoned with and she trusts my judgement. Though you will have to tell me someday what she believes she caught you doing so I can understand why she holds such resentment for you."

Kasper snorts. "We'll see about that." He grabs the sigil off of the door and puts it into his pocket to burn when he goes back to his apartment. "Thanks for showing up."

"Of course, I wouldn't have abandoned you to this situation when I'm the one who put it on you. If you have any other trouble with him, don't hesitate to tell me."

"I'll keep it under control," he says, "but I'll keep you up to date if the situation changes." He pulls open the door and both he and Eric startle as they find Ristol sitting at the bottom of the stairs taking notes in his little booklet again.

"Morning Doctor, Mr. Kosk. I didn't realize that you were so close you were spending the night together."

Eric doesn't have blood in his cheeks to blush, but he starts to stutter, sounding completely flustered, "I beg your pardon--!"

"Whether we are or not isn't any of your business." Kasper tells him coldly, glad that the seal was only down for a minute or two. "But sitting outside of my apartment is going too far. I don't care who hired you, if this keeps on, I'm going to the guard for harassment, Mr. Ristol."

"I assure you, Mr. Kosk, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I just came to check in on Mr. Pew. Not my fault that you two are neighbors. But no matter how long I knocked, no one came to the door."

"It's barely past seven, Mr. Ristol. I assure you we were all asleep."

Result: Critical Failure

Bad End Counter: -7

Grady Heart Counter: 1 to -1

"Ah, of course. Well, I should be saying 'hello' then."

"I would advise against that." Eric tells him coldly, moving in front of the doorway and towering over the other man. "Mr. Pew had some stomach issues last night and was feverish, likely from pushing himself too hard after leaving the lab. He needs rest today, doctor's orders." He doesn't budge an inch and both he and Kasper are deliberate in not clearing the salt and iron line in front of the door.

"I see, well I guess it was very lucky that you happened to be in the neighborhood, wasn't it, Doc?" He closes his little notebook and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat.

"Very fortunate indeed. Thank you for your hospitality, Kasper, I hope to see you again soon."

"Yeah, good seeing you, Eric. I'll come by if Mr. Pew gets any worse."

"See that you do." He moves down the stairs, hall so narrow that Ristol is forced to move down the stairs himself, Eric effectively chasing him from the apartment. Kasper shuts the door again, goes to his apartment and brings back another bottle of the salt and iron, and puts it in a very thin layer on the jam above the door as well. Given his tenacity, Ristol might try to send a mortal to come and break the line in front of the door, but he won't know about this one. Then he goes back and knocks on Pew's door, calling, "You better clean up and figure out a way to explain that hole, because if you get evicted after less than a week, you're going to get all kinds of bad attention on you." He doesn't get a response, but he doesn't need one, he just turns and goes back into his own apartment to get a few hours of sleep before he has to get up to prepare for work again.

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#cultist's gamble playthrough #solo rpg #writing game #monster romance

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drainbangle · 2 years ago

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Octopath Traveler II Tavern Banter - New Paper Plays

Unlocked with Temenos, Castti, Agnea and Partitio in active party while inside a tavern after completing any of the eight protagonists' stories.

Castti: By the way, Temenos, who wrote those paper plays of yours?

Temenos: Why, yours truly, of course.

Agnea: Wh-wh-what?! Did you draw the pictures, too?

Temenos: I certainly did. Is that so surprising?

Agnea: N-no... It's just that... those drawings are so cute...

Temenos: Yes, well, children won't pay attention to lifeless drawings or tedious tales.

Castti: Children are so very honest, aren't they?

Partitio: I get it. You adjusted your product to fit the needs of your client.

Partitio: You've got the makings of a merchant, partner. Something tells me we'd make a killin' together.

Temenos: I'll have you know I have no interest in coin.

Temenos: This is simply what I do.

Temenos: Not to mention I made these paper plays ages ago...

Castti: Oh? You don't ever think of making new ones?

Temenos: To be perfectly honest... the thought never really crossed my mind.

Agnea: Say, why don't you write a play about us? You can talk about our travels!

Temenos: ...You want me to create a play about our journey?

Castti: I think it's a wonderful idea. That way, we'll have something to remember our adventures by.

Partitio: Draw me all handsome like. Make me the sharpest merchant in the land!

Temenos: It is unbecoming of a cleric to lie...

Partitio: All right, then! I'll work so hard it'll become the truth! Just you wait 'n' see!

Agnea: Me, too! I'll practice my steps until I can step no more!

Castti: I wonder if your beautiful dances can be captured in a picture...

Agnea: Then why don't I dance beside them so people can see the real deal?

Temenos: I must ask you to refrain. If you do so, no one will pay attention to my plays.

Partitio: What if we said our own lines during the play?

Agnea: Oh, and if we use puppets, we can recreate my dances!

Temenos: Then it would be a puppet show and not a paper play.

Castti: Hehe. That's not a bad idea. We could become a puppet theater company.

Partitio: I like the sound of that! I'll be the impresario!

Agnea: And I'll find us an audience! I can sing songs during the show, too.

Castti: Then I'll take charge of everyone's health. We could even start a traveling clinic.

Temenos: That's all fine and well, but what about the story? You'll need to keep your audience entertained.

Partitio: And we will! After all, I'm gonna be the best merchant in the land!

Agnea: And I'll be a star!

Temenos: *sigh* Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? After all...

Temenos: Would the world's greatest merchant have the leisure of having an impresario?

Temenos: And would anyone allow a bright, shining star to venture into the streets and draw in her own audience?

Temenos: Not to mention I must someday return to the cathedral.

Partitio: I suppose you're right...

Agnea: Yeah...

Temenos: ...I apologize. I didn't mean to ruin the mood.

Temenos: It seems the drinks have hit me harder than usual today...

Castti: ...You know, Temenos, you never know what the future holds.

Temenos: Castti...

Castti: Before I lost my memories, I never once thought I would get amnesia.

Castti: Nor did I think I would end up on a journey with a dancer, merchant, and cleric, and sharing drinks with them at a tavern...

Castti: That's why I think anything's possible. Even the most far-fetched dream can come true.

Partitio: She's right! Maybe it'll happen after Agnea and I retire!

Agnea: B-but that might be decades away...

Temenos: ...Haha. That will give me ample time to prepare my new paper play.

Partitio: It'll be your greatest masterpiece!

Temenos: Your part certainly will be. The audience will be in tears... from laughing.

Partitio: Th-that's not what I meant...!

Castti: Let's toast. To the unpredictable future.

Agnea: To Temenos' incredible plays!

Partitio: To our promisin' journey!

Temenos: To exciting and beautiful friendships...!

#octopath 2 spoilers #octopath traveler 2 #temenos mistral #castti florenz #agnea bristarni #partitio yellowil #this one was a rlly good banter i liked it... wah

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dinomite2 · 1 year ago

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Male Agent 8 Best friends headcanons Prt 3 Salmon run

(Good! Now part 3 is here now of course as before Enjoy!)

So a month or two ago the big run ended and I managed to get the Bronze prize today maybe someday or month I'll get a Gold one

Oh and also a tip for the new Grizzco weapon the GRIZZCO DUALIES *ahem* while the duealies don't make up for damage and range it makes up for rolling use that in order to create large paths for your teammates destroy tons of salmonids with its 125 damage per roll and get to places super faster than swimming

(All use with caution of course!)

Again reader is male

●So upon of both winning your first Turf War making two new friends and having a great Afternoon playing games and eating pizza yesterday was a great start to your life together .

● and today was perfectly normal day in the big city of inkopolis seagulls were squawking the sun was shining and inklings were playing Turf , Ranked and X battles and Inside of your apartment level was You and 8 sitting around just chilling around and playing some video games for today

● all was good and both of you were slowly starting to get ready for the meet up at the sushi restaurant with the two inklings until you told Hachi to get the mail today and Inside of your mailbox was ....

Greetings Sir and or Madam You have been sent this message to question if you willing to Partake in the one of the best glorious jobs of grizzco industry's

SALMON RUN !

You ! Yes ! YOU! And your 3 other colleagues colleagues can help stabilize Between those slimy Salmonids from wreaking havoc onto the surface dwellers above In inkopolis

Other than Great pay and flexible hours, you get a Week of paid leave annually in case of any emergencies You get to be your own manager on Your own time, you can only apply to this job if you...

Communicate with your teammates better than jellyfish

Are persistent and constantly working to improve

And Absolutely HATE salmonids

Meet us here at these locations here!

● 8 was so ecstatic and curious about this new unexpected job offer that he ran up to you crashed onto wall trying to get to you and he BEGGED to go to salmon run but you just decided no for tonight he tried and tried to convince you to go to salmon run he even went to Inkopolis news to try and convince you to go!

"Look Hachi I know it sounds very good but we have to get ready for the sushi meetup with the- wait where did you go"

*BLIP!*

The tv turned on it was inkopolis news and as soon as camera opened instead of showing marina and pearl both at their respective seats 8's face was smushed onto the camera !

"Y/N can we go to Salmon run ?"

You gasped!

" 8 PLEASE get your face off the camera we're doing the news " Marina said trying to convince 8 to stop covering up the camera with his face

You grabbed the TV remote and turned off the TV as fast as you could

" Uh ok then guess I'll have to grab hi- YAHHAAHA" 8 appeared right in front of your face as you turned around

"Y/n Can we go to Salmon run pleasssseeeeee" 8 Begged while slowly slumping to the wooden floor

"Ok ok we'll go but first we need some recruits for our shift and I just know who ...."

"So you and 8 want to try out this Salmon run huh?" The Inkling questioned looking at the job application paper

" not wanted to try out per say more like aggressively convinced also I haven't gotten both of your names a while back what are they?"

"Oh! I'm Visor nice to meet you and this over there is Retro he mostly just plays games ,say hi dude " he requested

"Hey " the Inkling said then after immediately picking a piece of futomaki and eating it while playing a game with his Squidphone while Hachi quickly eating plates Maki

"Ok so we'll both meet up at grizzco riiiiiight here am I correct?"

"yep!"

●Ok Now its Time to get the Job started and Done ! Now at your new found part time job at grizzco industries along with your brand new team

● Now with your Team's work shifts will be either be normal Extremely well extremely Bad or be the most Goofy out of the world looney toons like episode ever

● how goofy would it go exactly? Well to start sometimes while your team is splatting Salmonids and collecting Golden eggs from boss Salmonids 8 would Sometimes ask the WEIRDEST mind Numbing questions to you or any of the team

the whole team was eating lunch up top of the spiral of Sockeye Station waiting for the new wave of Salmonids to come Y/N was reading a comic book, Retro was playing games with his Squidswitch and Visor was eating a spare pizza pocket he packed up

● "Hey Y/n? I got a question " 8 asked

●"Yeah whats the question ?" You answered placing a bookmark in your book and closing it

● " What does water taste like? "

● " What? "

● "Hey Retro I got a question " 8 questioned

●" What is the question 8" Retro said not really in the mood to talk

● " Why can't we move the top set of our teeth but we can move the bottom?" 8 questioned

● " um I don't know really "

● "why?"

● "I don't know "

● "why?"

● "I don't know "

● "Why?"

● "I don't know ok!? Leave me alone please? "

● And secondly sometimes Retro would do absolutely NOTHING but play games on his phone or squidswitch even though There's a MOTHERSHIP WAVE AND WHILE HE HAS A CHARGER

● " DUDE WE NEED GOLDEN EGGS HERE SHOOT OUT THE FLYING SALMONIDS "

● *yawnnn* he yawned and scratches his back while playing on his phone

● "CMON HELP US HERE WE DONT HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO FILL THE QUOTA "

● "Blah Blah blah can't hear you" Retro said in a monotone voice still focusing more on his games rather than the goal hand

THATS A WRAP

●all of you left demoted to Profesional +3 the and slightly pissed at Retro laziness for losing the wave and the Quota

● Finally near the start of a wave sometimes 8 and Visor would do a freindly competition with each other over some simple things on the job like who can get the most power eggs in three waves or who throw the least amount of splat bombs but it can get a bit hectic if it wasn't for you to take things into control

● " Hey 8 I just got 4 flyfishes now you must be pretty low in the lead now"

● "7"

●"What?"

● "I got 7 Visor what are you gonna do now"

Visor contiuned to have a straight face

● "ok It's on "

The inkling and octoling both had heated challenges with each other and either it was one sided or at the very end the tables were turned just as the waves ended

"8 I'm pretty sure I won that one"

"No I'm think I got more than you"

"Nope I won that one there"

"I did "

"I did"

"I DID"

"Ok you two calm down we,ll settle the score later"

"BUT HE WAS CHEATING"

● and after splatting tons of boss and king for the Salmonids all you all decided to call it a day say your goodbyes and head back home along with 8 and play some broad games and also don't be surprised if this guy manages to beat you multiple times in a row at chess connect 4 uno and more

● but alas it was late and you went to bed for another day to rise ...

Ok! It's done REALLY DANG sorry this took two months for it to be done and I was feeling a bit slow for today and school was taking up a majority of my overall time and I wanted to focus about for a while

But anyways stay safe and stay cool 👍

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #agent 8 #salmon run #splat3 #splatoon salmon run #octoling

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labellerose-acheron · 3 months ago

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SwynWriMo Day Fifteen – Needledrops

Swynlake Romance 2024 in Song...

a note: if they weren't mentioned as starting to date in the character updates, they weren't included bc i cannot remember everyone off the top of my head, i apologize.

JEFF x Sarabi Wedding

I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis

Near or far, closer together Everywhere I will be with you Everything I will do for you Say it, say it again I love you always forever Near or far, closer together Everywhere I will be with you Everything I will do for you

It is just the vibes. I am right. Honestly, I could just end the whole playlist right here bc we've peaked early, I love this song.

Ollie x Pacifica Wedding

Check Yes, Juliet by We the Kings

Check yes Juliet Kill the limbo I'll keep tossing rocks at your window There's no turning back for us tonight

Lace up your shoes Eh oh eh oh Here's how we do

Run, baby, run Don't ever look back They'll tear us apart If you give them the chance Don't sell your heart Don't say we're not meant to be Run, baby, run Forever we'll be You and me

I just love this song and I feel like it fits Ollie's kind of edgy vibes, along with Pacifica's good girl vibes. It's all about convincing someone to run away with you and I feel like Ollie gave Pacifica the strength to get away from her shitty family so--yeah. It is the vibes.

Pepa x Felix Vow Renewal

i am not who i was by Chance Peña

@letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo, @tirameunpaso-felix

You keep me steady on the ground When my head's lost in the clouds That spotlight, though it shines bright Could never drown you out I know it's hard when I'm away I'll just hope you don't lose faith 'Cause I told the truth when I said to you That I'll be back someday

So if I fly too far Will I still have a place inside your heart? And when you've seen what I've become Will you love me for who I am, not who I was?

I love this song it's a vibe and this one speaks to how Pepa and Felix had a period of time where they were not together. But Felix never gave up. And there was always this sense they'd come back together. That is echoed in the idea of a vow renewal too, so it felt appropriate for this moment.

Martin x Ren Wedding

Soft Universe by AURORA

@ambereyed-mountain-prince, @geehosaphat

My body falls off the side of her bed And now I know what love feels like Don't let me turn into pain All of this is loveliness

Chaos came, we laid our heads Down on the feather cotton bed We find a heart and catch your breath Let the universe go red

Speak to me Speak to me With love in your words Make for me Make for me A soft universe

AURORA has a very fae vibe to me. I had a few of her songs on Thistle and Danny's playlists. She just has this haunting kind of vibe that I really enjoy and I feel like this song both soft and a little unsettling is perfect for the vibes of a fae wedding!

Al x Vixey Wedding

Would You Go With Me by Josh Turner

@alzcomicbarn

Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover? Would we walk even closer until the trip was over? And would it be okay if I didn't know the way?

If I gave you my hand, would you take it And make me the happiest man in the world? If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea Let me know if you're really a dream I love you so, so would you go with me?

I tried not to have any songs that already on my character's playlists, but I am SORRY. This is just the most perfect song for this moment. IF I GIVE YOU MY HAND WOULD YOU TAKE IT AND MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLD. Sorry. For anyone who doesn't know: this is my favourite country song of all time. Ugh. I will be playing it at my own wedding one day lol.

Flynn x Holley started dating

Can You Handle My Love? by WALK THE MOON

@fi-fitz-flynn, @miss-holleyshiftwell

Can you handle my love? Then take a chance with my love Said can you handle my love? Then close your eyes, roll the dice Take a chance with my, chance with my love

All the possibilities get me feeling kinda free Then my insecurities get me down on my knees Like I can't believe I need a release Gotta feed my soul, gotta spread my wings I made mistakes but I still own up I may be late but I still show up If you can't relate then you're too grown up Life is the bomb and it might blow up

I like this song because it is a bop and for some reason Flynn x Holley give me this kind of like boppy kind of love vibe? Does that make sense? IDK. It's like good girl with the bad boy but it's also this sense of like--idk, they just have a nice, bubbly vibe that I really like. And I feel like this song is what they sound like in my head. I was so happy when they finally DTRed and I feel like this song fits that moment.

James x Aquata started dating

The Water is Fine by Chloe Ament

@jameshawks, @aquata-the-champ

Two lovers wander down to the shore Hand in hand the evening before The day that their hands will be joined

She enters and swims with the foam He bids her come out and come home But deeper and colder she goes

The silt of our wedding bed The pebbles where you lay your head Love, come in, the water is fine

When she is pulled beneath the rush He waits and waves, his face aflush 'Til the pale imitation drifts up

The silt of our wedding bed The pebbles where you lay your head Love, come in The minnows our witnesses The cause of our sickness is Love, come in, the water is fine

This is not exactly like what James and Aquata are like overall. It is definitely how they felt to me reading their getting together though! The drama. The romance. Everything was very dramatique and sweeping and I think this song captures that. (Also, the wedding undertones speak to the circumstances of how they got married.)

Penny x Tanya started dating (and then Tanya died, rip)

When the Night is Over by Lord Huron

@little-superstar-penny, @twentytanya

Now how the trail has gone cold I don't know where else to go And my time, I fear, is nearly over When the ocean drinks the sky And the city winks its eye When the night is done, you'll vanish in the sun Will I hold you when the night is over?

Am I lost inside my mind? There's an emerald in the sky

I hear the river say your name By the stars above, I know we were in love I hear the river say your name I have only 'til the night is over

I am big brained for this one. Such a melancholy song. Is it when Tanya and Penny got together knowing what would come of it? Or is it the moment Tanya left? Or is it the moment when Penny was alone? Or all of the above? Anyway -- I really love this song.

Hatter x Mu-yeol started dating

Honey + Tea by Mozi

Don't you let me, don’t you let me down I'm not a player, I don't mess around You seem nice I kinda like your smile Do you drink tea, can you stay awhile

Someone told me that you’re kinda sweet I'm not a sucker for that kinda thing But when you ordered lemon-ginger tea That was the moment that changed everything

I gotta, I gotta, I got a feeling You and me, me and you Me and you, you and me I gotta, I gotta, I got a feeling Me and you, you and me You and me we go together like honey and tea

Bequeathing this song to Hatfish, as it was on Helle's playlist for the longest time. (It is still there, lol.) They have, admittedly, grown out of it. So, it felt like the perfect song to give to Hatfish's coming together! It's about tea! And deep conversations! And falling in love with someone's brain first!

Milo x Luca started dating

I Know a Place by MUNA

@plutothe-pup, @lucathedreamer

I knew When you told me you don't wanna go home tonight And you tried to just shrug it off when I asked you why Somebody hurt you Somebody hurt you But you're here by my side And I knew 'Cause I can recall when I was the one in your seat I still got the scars and they occasionally bleed 'Cause somebody hurt me Somebody hurt me But I'm staying alive

And I can tell When you get nervous You think being yourself means being unworthy And it's hard to love with a heart that's hurting But if you want to go out dancing

I know a place (ooh) I know a place we can go (yeah) Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon Lay down their weapon Just give me trust and watch what'll happen

This song is just really sweet and all about vulnerability. And if there are two buzz words that stick in my brain for Milo and Luca it is "vulnerability" and "sweetness." I just think they're adorable and soff. Protect them.

Snow x Gem started dating

Wander. Wonder. by The Arcadian Wild

@lady-snow-flower, @gem-morey

Half awake, I wander through this house Lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out I built this hall of mirrors all myself The faces staring back at me look like somebody else

Searching every room, I am not free To my dismay, I have forgotten how to leave And everywhere I turn's another wall The doors are locked trust me I know, 'cause I have tried them all

Good enough Never good enough

Perfect, you're my poison I sip on you to wash down the shame And though I am hungover in the morning Facedown in the carpet I feel safe

For my own ships, I made sure to find new songs for them, which is always a fun challenge. This was not on their playlist but after I listened to it, I was like damn bitch!! Why wasn't it?? I added it immediately. But I think it is specifically a perfect song for their coming together with the haunting of the Inn and everything.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2024 #swynwrimotina #swynwrimotina2024 #woo

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rumor-imbris · 1 year ago

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Solstice day 2023

My dearest readers, mutuals, followers, friends Sorry for leaving very few traces of me on here lately but my absence. My heart feels very heavy and now that this year is heading towards its end I felt the need to lighten it a bit, as much as I can.

This year started badly and ended worse. From the beginning I had to struggle with my mental health, personal issues, fears, insecurities, phobias and constant self-doubt; always pushing myself to find the strength to live on my own height, in my job, in my passions and hobbies, to be good at everything I do, to be someone, anyone, to be perfect. And if I'm not, then it's a reason to ask myself what's wrong.

I achieved some goals, little ones. Giant ones for somebody, never big enough to me, but I keep on trying. I try to keep on trying. I thought I could save the year... stepping on the path to face my deepest fears, being impeccable at the last audition, starting to write down anything of the dreamed novel sleeping in my mind... But then a new hole swallowed me, striking from under my feet unexpectedly.

Yesterday I lost my little ginger joy, my beloved prince, my furry friend, comfort, a piece of my soul. My cat Lucifero (Lu for almost everybody) was 11 years and 4 months old and was majestically beautiful. He suffered from a renal failure which turned very serious in a few days, until his kidneys became totally inactive. We had to euthanize him to stop his sufferings, for he wasn't able to eat, drink or even stand on his paws anymore. It was the worst thing I ever did in my life, one of the most painful moments my memory got marked with. I was forced to take that decision for his own good, helped by the great kindness and clarity from the veterinarian stuff who guided me during the whole heartbreaking procedure. Even my parents, who took care of Lu since I went to live elsewhere, are in such pain and can't believe it.

Still I wonder if I did a big mistake, if I do deserve to live while he is in the ground now, if I do deserve to breathe since I was the one who allowed to make his breath cease...

I cry all my tears still, my pain has come to know a new unknown depth and I sincerely say that I hate life, for beginning and for ending the way it does. This carousel of night and day, give and take, live and die, eat and be eaten really made me tired. Dead tired. And the most beautiful things, the most beloved wither as frail flowers, while I keep walking, rot inside.

I don't know what the new year will take, I just know I have this march to continue, with a heavier heart weighing me down... and I cannot stop, for those I love. When I kissed my baby Lu goodbye, I promised him we'll be together again as atoms shining in the same bright star someday, and I believe we will.

I hope I didn't sadden you guys too much, and I'm sorry for such a gloom post; but I think it's fair from me, especially for those of you who were gently waiting for new posts, to say that I might take a hiatus time and not be around for a while. At least, until inspiration comes back igniting me again, as Ratonhnhaké:ton still fills my dreams and heartbeats.

Until then, Happy Holidays; wish you the greatest opportunities and joys for the new coming year. Be strong, whatever you all are going through, whatever demon you're fighting, outside or inside of you. I root for you.

Take care

Yours truly

Rumor Imbris

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pielplastica · 1 year ago

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I always daydream about us too, that makes us alike but that also makes us so different.

There's this same scenario you wrote about, the one were we meet for the first time after all these years but this is where we differ; I'm dying. Not in a literal way but inside. We see each other, we talk about our lives and how life has been treating us and there's this funny feeling inside of me wanting to let you know what I could never say even in daydreams: that I want you.

In my mind, we always speak and at the end, I try to be cool and say something among the lines of "see you again someday" or "wear a jacket next time" on a very cold night, always leaving the door open of us meeting again. I haven't locked the door to that.

And in my mind, we always meet again at the park where we used to go, the same one we last went out together. We speak for hours, laugh while we are sitting on the bleachers, the sunshine comes to your eyes and I try to protect them from it, you put my hand away saying you're fine with the sunshine, that you like it and you say that last line holding my hand, we both realize that and look at each others eyes. I know you wouldn't do it, I know you'd pull apart and say that you're sorry, but in my mind we kiss again. A soft, long kiss. No pasion behind it, no ill intentions, just a "I've been missing you my whole life" message behind it, a "I haven't stopped loving you".

I think, in a way, this is were we differ. Even if I don't say it, even if we meet and I don't dare to even come close to you and keep my distance even when speaking to each other, I am sure that my eyes will tell on me, because as soon as I see you again, a light that haven't been there will shine again.

I know you said you saw me some years back, but I haven't seen you since the last day I went to our university. And since then I've been looking for your face at every place I'm at. But I am also afraid I'll see you, because I don't want my feelings to overwhelm me and have a panic attack or just stand there in disbelief. For God forgive me because you know I love her and want to do right by her, but she's not you. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't say it or feel it but I could never love someone else the same way I love(d?) you.

And that's were we differ. If you feel the same way, please don't say it. If you don't feel the same way, please don't say it. I don't want to be rude, but I don't want to know. I don't want to get my hopes up but I also don't want to get hurt again... because I don't want to lose my hope that maybe you still feel the same way.

And that's were we differ. I haven't locked the door. I daydream that maybe 5, 10, 20 years from now we'll meet again, without having anyone else around, just the two of us. And maybe then, maybe that day, we'll try again. Maybe in time, maybe one day.

Don't get me wrong, I know we have a responsability with our partners and I want you to know that I would never try to get into your life in that way again. I know you love him, I know he loves you. You know I love her, you know she loves me. But I also love you, and it's been killing me not knowing if you do the same, but I don't want to know.

I don't want to know, but I also am old enough to understand. Old enough to understand it without you having to say it.

#I haven't locked the door #I'll wait you on the sunday afternoon with all the love dreaming of you

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uhdrienne · 1 year ago

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𓇢𓆸 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

"someday when you leave me / i bet these memories follow you around"

💌 summary: once a dream relationship with the love of your life, now doomed to fail because of the media, you can only hope that minghao will think of you again -- even if it's in your wildest dreams.

💌 pairing: idol!minghao x non-celebrity!reader (angst, i almost cried planning this oneshot)

💌 genre(s): angst 😭

💌 word count: 3.25k words

even if you're not meant to be, you don't always have to end things on a bad note. inspired by taylor swift's 'wildest dreams', bolded and italicised words signify the lyrics.

"He said let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds..."

You sing the lyrics softly, looking out of the car window.

"Ironic," Your boyfriend chuckles from next to you, eyes trained ahead as he drives on the never-ending road, winding into evermore. "Exactly what we're doing now."

You let out a laugh, leaning your head on the window as he raises your interlinked hands to press a kiss on the back of your hand. "That we are, dear."

The sunset winds into the distance and shines, just the way you like it, and you pull out your camera, letting go of Minghao's hand to snap photos, much to his dismay.

"Hey," He nudges you after you're done admiring the way the oranges and yellows twist and intertwine in all the right places, and holds his hand out again. "Hold."

You pat his cheek affectionately and take his hand.

Thirty minutes later, the same man offers you his arm to hoist you up onto the roof of the van, where he insisted was the most beautiful place on earth.

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh in content.

The sunset could shine all it wanted, and be the largest and prettiest thing in the sky, but nothing would beat the man who was currently nestled into your side, arms snug around you and smiling with the awe and love of a lifetime.

The photo you take of you two is now framed in your shared house, and your phone next to the photo frame buzzes and lights up.

"Happy two years dear, I love you to the moon and back. Sorry I had to go back to the city, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Nothing lasts forever... but this is gonna take me down..."

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, Hao, don't be sorry," you cajole. "We'll be okay. What did the company say?"

"They'll be releasing a statement." Minghao sounds half-frustrated, half sad as he paces around, you can hear his footsteps scuffing the floor. "They're trying to do damage control, but the media is already eating it up. People are spreading the photos and I just-- I'm sorry you have to go through this. I know we wanted to keep us private."

"It was going to come out at some point," You sigh. "We both knew that."

"But it shouldn't have happened this way." Minghao counters.

"I know," You murmur, "But don't think too much and worry. We'll be fine. I love you, and I'll see you tonight, okay?"

With the promise of seeing him and spending the night together, you hang up.

Two years is a lot, you tell yourself. He'll stick by you and you'll have the ending you always dreamed of with him.

But along with the consolation came a sense of dread. Were you convincing him or yourself?

"I can see the end, as it begins, my one..condition..is…"

"Minghao?" Your voice is meek, so scared, soft and vulnerable.

Minghao hates the way the happiness in your voice has disappeared.

"Darling?"

"Th-there's reporters shouting outside," You say, clutching the phone tight as if you could gain comfort from it. "Lots of them with cameras. They... I think you might have been followed home last night. They probably waited for you to leave."

"Shit," he curses. "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

"No!" Your voice cuts through. "You can't. Y-you'll be ambushed. I know how scary the paparazzi can get. I just--"

"Baby," He says, tears welling up in his eyes, because you’re right. He would be torn to shreds. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, a million times over. You don't deserve any of this, I-"

"No more of that," You whisper, and he goes quiet. "I love you. All I need is you. If this is what we must go through for me to be with you... so be it."

"I love you," he chokes out through a haze of tears and anguish. "I love you so, so, much, you have no idea."

"I love you too, Hao," You reply, and say that you'll hide out for a while so they'll leave before hanging up.

Minghao slumps down and cries like he's never cried before.

"I said, "No one has to know what we do", his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room...And his voice is a familiar sound..."

"Baby!" He races to you, sitting in the living room, still slightly shaken. He engulfs you in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I'll be sorry for the rest of my life..."

"It wasn't your fault," You reply softly, pulling back to cup his face, drawn and blotchy with tears. "Love you lots."

He wipes at your eyes, slightly swollen with your tears, ears still ringing with the shouts and camera clicks, eyes still seeing stars with the flashes as you stepped out to threaten calling the police.

"I love you," He weeps, clutching at the material of your clothes. "Why can't I just love you without other people getting involved?"

And you don't have an answer to that, so you just pull him in and press your mouth to his. It's salty with his tears, and he's shaking, but he hugs you tight, grip firm and unwavering.

He whispers promises into your skin, swears to every higher being that he'll keep you safe, promises that he'll love you for the rest of his life, and no one could keep him away from you, you both were too strong together for that. He tells you things will get better, they have to.

You believe him as you come undone, the tears staining the sheets beneath you.

"And when we've had our very last kiss...my last request...is.."

From that day on, everything changes, as much as you both vow to prevent it from happening.

Kisses are still shared, and movies are watched. His arms wind around you as you go to sleep, but those events are few and far between as he shuttles between you and the city, fulfilling his career.

When he comes home, he's either too tired to do anything, and you're not exactly inclined to ruin the one moment of peace he finally has for him.

What used to be a sanctuary of love and laughter and life, is now just an empty shell. Two people cohabiting in a desperate attempt to keep the flame kindled, huddling together for warmth.

You can feel it, and you know he can, too.

Things haven't gotten easier like he claimed. Your love hasn't dwindled one bit, but the media has only gotten more ferocious, even now hounding your workplace and regular haunts. You're practically confined within the walls of your home, either alone or with Minghao.

No more sunset dates. No more shared giggles under a blanket fort, no more pillow fights as he tackles you. No more late-afternoon cuddles as thin sunlight slants into the room. No more midnight instant noodle sessions. No more of anything. Silence overtakes, and the days drag by.

You know it's bubbling, the frustration, the anger at the media and at the world for being absolute busybodies, at Minghao (you don't know why), and at yourself.

And it's only a matter of time before it boils over.

You explode in the worst way possible.

It starts when Minghao comes home, looking even more tired than usual. You don’t even look up to greet him anymore as he trudges into the room, simply humming in acknowledgement. The spark in your eyes long gone, your smile feigned.

Perhaps those were the tell-tale signs of a relationship long gone. The spark wasn’t there. None of the previous joy you felt when he came home was there.

Were you falling out of love with him? ..No, that couldn’t be it. You knew you loved him for years, ever since you set eyes on him at an art museum, and you would always love him. Now, you just felt nothing but sadness when you saw him. If it wasn’t love, you would have only felt indifference.

None of you spoke about the reporters. It was like they didn't exist, only you knew it was the opposite, with them clamouring outside, with no reprieve. It was to the point where you had to lock every door and window for fear they would break in. Yet, both of you avoided the topic like a taboo, while it loomed over your bond like a dark cloud.

You came to the conclusion that it wasn’t that you wanted this relationship to end, it was more like… you just knew it would.

What you had with Minghao would not end well. It would only end.

“Hey,” He speaks for the first time since coming home. “How was your day?”

“Nothing much,” You reply, and the kitchen goes silent.

He knew your day was nothing much. He knew why it was nothing much too. You couldn’t even go out without being mobbed by shouting reporters and blinding cameras. How well could your day have went?

“Dinner?” You ask, and he shrugs. “Sure.”

It was sad, really, you note, how quickly a conversation could end. So pitiful that a couple of over two years, who always never had enough to say to each other, had nothing to say now.

You finish dinner in silence, only the clinking of cutlery to fill in the vacancy of your voices.

After dinner he walks to the living room and you to your phone. You open up the three messages that have appeared to view them, but let out a shriek and throw your phone on the couch next to Minghao.

He raises his eyebrows at you in confusion and picks your phone up when you look back at him, eyes wide in panic.

His eyes widen the same way when he sees the graphic content of the message, the threat of the malicious sender reverberating through his mind.

“This— you…” He trails off.

“Is-is that a knife?!” You yelp. “This person just sent me a photo of a knife and threatened to kill me!”

“Baby, wait—” Minghao gets up and reaches for you, but you shrink back. “D-don’t.”

His jaw tightens as he registers the fact that you’re afraid of him. That a devil hiding behind a screen was enough to scare you away from him, the person who loved you to the ends of the earth.

“Okay.�� He steps back. “Please…don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Not you,” was your only whisper.

He furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

“Not you,” You speak up, slightly louder than before. “Just… the fact that the rumour is out, the media at our door… we no longer have anything to say to each other… it hurts me beyond what you know.”

“I’m trying, love,” Minghao says, quietly.

“I know you are,” You reply. “Like I said, it’s not your fault.”

“But you’re hurt,” Minghao protests. “I’m hurt too, you know? I can’t even bring you out, let you live a normal life and be with you as I want. It’s not fair to me, either.”

“Nothing was fair from the moment the articles broke,” You reply softly, tears coming to your eyes. “That what we have is seen like…a mistake. A sin. That you, just loving someone, is the greatest wrongdoing. That reporters found the need to stay at our door just for pictures of us. That someone found the need to threaten to kill me.”

“That’s not fair,” Minghao protests again, tears welling up too. “You’re not the only one suffering here. I am too! My career, my relationship, all of that shoved into the limelight. Do you know what that feels like?”

“I don’t,” You answer. “I know I will never fully understand your situation. All I’m asking is…can’t we just—”

“Pretend nothing happened? Go on with this?” Minghao’s voice cracks. “You don’t want that. You do not. We can’t.”

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because nothing will ever be the same! Nothing we do can let us go back to before. You are hurt and stuck here, I am done for, we are now shackled here—”

“Shackled?” You ask quietly. “Is this what it is?”

“No, I—”

“I think I’ve known for a while,” You say. “That it’s not ‘if’ we will end, it’s when we will.”

“W-What?”

“There isn’t anything there anymore, Hao,” You throw your hands up. “Hell, we don’t even have anything to say to each other!”

“What can I say?! That my career is half ruined, my relationship dying away, my fans threatening to end us both?!”

You turn away, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “You should go, Minghao. I...I don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be. I'm so sorry...”

"Why won't you fight for us?" His voice is a deathly whisper.

"What?"

"Why... I know it's hard but... why-why are you giving up?"

"Giving up...?"

"You gave up on us." He breaks into a sob. "We don't talk because every time I look at you, I can't help but keep thinking about how much better your life could have been. You could go on sunset drives whenever you want. You could have spent night after night in blanket forts without a care in the damn world, without worrying that one day someone's going to break the door down and do something to you. You-"

"Thinking like that was always meaningless without you, Hao," You let out a humourless laugh. "All I wanted to do those things with was you."

"We can still do it all," He says, striding towards you. "I told you. I won't leave you."

"But you have to." You murmur back. "I've seen the reports. You're one of the highest-rising stars now. You're worlds away from where I am. And just being me, being bombarded with attention like this, attention I don't want, day in and day out, it... it suffocates me."

"So that's it?" He asks dejectedly. "You don't want me anymore?"

"I do want you, it's all I want," You try to gesture, try to tell him what you mean, but he shakes his head.

"You used to say that with so much life. Now... it's like a stranger telling me that." You look at him, eyes pleading, tears spilling over.

He takes a step back, eyes scanning you like it's the last time he'll see you. "I'm so, so sorry I put you through this. I-I'll go. I'll go now."

He comes forward and cups your face. He leans in, and kisses your forehead. The delicate action and gentleness of it all, combined with the salty tang of his tears, makes you tear up again.

“Say you remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe…”

You register the front door closing behind him. He’s gone, and God knows if he’ll ever return.

That night, you turn off the lights, make sure the windows are closed, but you leave the wooden door unlocked. You never locked it when he hadn’t come back.

You tuck yourself in, the way you like it, the way Minghao does it, and fall into a fitful sleep, the last words you uttered to each other ringing in your head.

When you wake up the next morning, Minghao hasn’t come back.

Something just tells you he won’t return this time.

“Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you’ll see me again…” The tinny sound from the aged record player plays, prompting you to hum along to the tune.

“XU MINGHAO, singer, makes record-breaking return to the stage, set to perform...”

“Three years on — where is XU MINGHAO’s mysterious ex-partner now?”

“Woman spotted outside his apartment — liar or lover?”

You close the papers.

You smile. He’s on top of the world, just like he dreamed.

And you… you were just here. Alone, but moderately content, and at peace.

The media had left you alone from the third week that Minghao didn’t return. They probably deemed you less newsworthy, you muse, as you pour yourself another cup of coffee.

You sip coffee as you sift through your mail. You pick up an envelope, and smile at your friend’s invitation to an awards ceremony. Knowing that you were a fan of one of the performing ballad singers, she, as part of the management team, had taken it upon herself to secure you a ticket.

You get up and stretch. It was time to go to the city.

"And now, winning the most prestigious award of the night, the Artist of the Year..." The announcer smiles, stage makeup bold and sparkling against the lights. She steals a look at the card in her hand, takes a deep breath.

"Xu Minghao!"

Your hand flies to your mouth as the big screen shows his face, smiling as he waves, bows, and walks to the stage. You don't look out of place, as just about every fangirl is doing the same. Tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

He's just as dashing as ever. Decked in a smart suit and jacket to match, with small, sleek hoops in his ears, and lips curved in a charming smile, he accepts the award and addresses the crowd.

"I...I'm beyond honoured to stand here today," His eyes dart about, trying to capture every pair of eyes from his vision. "You know I owe just about everything to my fans, new and old, my family, and my friends who've been with me through everything."

He visibly swallows. "And there's one more person, one really, really special person I want to thank."

He stretches out his hand and smiles as if beckoning to someone, and a beautiful lady hesitantly steps up, dressed in a gorgeous champagne-coloured gown, soft curls in her hair, a bounce in her step.

"She saw me through the darkest period of my life," He says, clutching onto the lady's hand like a lifeline. "From strangers to friends, from friends to lovers, I want her to know she's my day one."

The cameras and fans go wild, everyone clamouring to get a better glimpse as the woman smiles at him, full of adoration like he once used to look at you, and they share an embrace on the stage, the host cutting in to sing praises of the newly hard-launched couple.

Meanwhile, you sit, rooted to your place, as you watch them. But it isn't overwhelming sadness that engulfs you. It isn't any form of bitterness or resentment. The sweet tang of pride, that he can now freely love, and gratitude, that his new love was doing what you failed to, rests on your tongue.

You rise to your feet. As you're in a row closer to the front, it isn't hard to get out. As you walk towards the exit, you glance back one last time, only to have shock rain down on you as he locks eyes with you from the stage.

The shock dies away swiftly, only to be replaced by soft joy. You smile slightly and nod at him once, with nothing but sincerity in your eyes, and watch the relief sag on his shoulders as he smiles and nods back. Even with no words shared, he knows you've both found your ending.

"Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah, huh..."

writer's note: first ever oneshot and this was...sad? but also i wrote this in one day and almost decided not to publish it because it was so rough lol

but please enjoy! any feedback and interactions are welcome :> thank you for reading!!

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loveletters4teo · 1 year ago

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hi teo!

i'm coming home soon, yipee!

we're spending the new year's eve together, yipee!

actually, give me a moment. we're spending the new year's eve together? i'm spending this year's new year's eve with a girl? and get this, they're also my girlfriend now. WHAT! my girlfriend? early january dana would never believe you, holy crap.

like i've always told you, i never saw myself in this kind of relationship. i never thought i would find a love so nice, so supportive, freeing, fun, inspiring, and every single good word that exist in this world. you really took me by surprise and came at unknown time, then bam! you rocked my world, teo. big time.

i was just dreaming about you. i spend every single midnights of mine thinking about how nice it would be to have someone love me like i do, to be with someone who could understand me in so many ways—that we even get to geek together, WHAT! i know, i know. it really is crazy, what the heck. i still cannot believe it.

you have shown me many things that made me learn, understand, and love being human; like learning who i really was and how to love my life. we both came from a time that didn't treat us so well, but you still shine like a bright sun. i know you wouldn't shine the way you look in my eyes most of the time for you are only a human, but your unwavering perspective about life has changed me and continues to change me.

the literal sun to my moon. how could you ever love life when it treated us so harshly? when we have these baggages that we still carry on our backs up to this day? that when we finally found comfort, we are miles away from each other? in every question that my brain throws at you, you immediately respond with so much warmth. how could i ever be you? right, i wouldn't. you are you and i am me. you are not a literal sun either to continuously praise either, but i believe that's what makes it special. we get to take turns on letting each other know how much we mean to each other, like how the earth and the moon orbits around the axis of the sun—resulting to let us see that the sun goes down and it's the moon's turn to shine, and when the moon goes down? it's the sun's turn to shine. how about you, teo? what do you think?

who would've thought i would be able to say sappy shit like this? definitely not early june dana, and not early january dana. i would be so surprised to see where i currently am now, but i would be really thankful—like i am right now. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ thank you, teo. thank you for coming to my life, for loving me, for choosing me, for being mine, for everything. man, i truly cannot wait to tell everyone that you're my girlfriend! zooming with my bike as i make my way home with a boquet of flowers strapped on my back, ready to deliver it at your doorstep and kiss you as soon as i see you. WHAT!

here's to many more months that we will spend together this 2024! and maybe someday, i'll get to meet you sooner than we both expect. who knows!!!! which is why i'm really excited. i am so excited about the challenges we'll face, more heart to heart talks and many more questions we'll get to ask each other, and many many more. i just can't bring myself to name it all yet.

and of course, you have another song to listen to from me. teehee! i hope you'll like it. ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

i love you, teo! i cannot wait to talk to you again soon. see you! 💛💙

sincerely yours,

@loveletters4dana

#Spotify

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jindallaebe · 1 year ago

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whenever yejun says the name of the band he's playing in is dead calm, jindallae's brows raise; the smile on his face straightening, but his expression is still soft; still congratulatory. it's not that he's angry at the circumstances, nor does he feel possessive of yejun, or jealous of joomi, in this instance, but it is funny how things work out. despite being such a massive city, seoul still somehow feels like such a small world. "it does sound emo" is what he says in response, and he nods over to him as a non-verbal affirmation. "though, i'd argue that that's the perfect kinda vibe for you. don't you think?" jin teases, hoping that yejun takes his words in jest. "i really am super stoked for you, dude. i love it when you get involved with music. it's good for you; like chicken soup for the soul, or however the fuck that saying goes."

taking a moment, jindallae inhales, then exhales, a deep breath; eyes angled up at the sky, trying to make out whatever stars are out there. it's impossible to get a good view of them from the city, but there's a certain beauty about how they look covered in a veil of dense smog. in a way, the visual of it sort of reminds him of yejun. someone who shines so bright, but is unfortunately sheathed by murky air—unable to beam as radiantly as he could. someday, jin'll be able to help him clear the air; to dissipate the fog that creates a gloomy haze in his brain. he's just gotta figure out how.

though, when yejun tells him that he'll make the time to stop by the restaurant sometime, jindallae smiles. he's learned that, one of the ways yejun shows love is by creating opportunities in his schedule to hangout, so knowing that time will be spared for their friendship, there's not much else he can ask him for. "all you gotta do is tell me when you're on your way and i'll have the haejangguk waitin' for you—just how you like it." honestly? even though it's 3am right now, haejangguk sounds really fuckin' good. fuck. now he's hungry.

"don't worry about us, man, we'll figure it out. i may be driving myself insane by working so many hours, but at least my bank account's nice 'n stacked. it's worth it somehow..." a shrug rises and falls from his shoulders, and he takes a pace or two closer to yejun. "you're the furthest thing from a head-case, though. even if you did fall asleep during your shift, i feel like you'd still get more work done than the people who're applying..." suddenly, he drapes an arm around his pal's shoulders; pulling him in close.

"what'cha say we head inside? it's getting cold, i can whip us up somethin' warm to eat, you can spoil some of the songs dead calm is writing, and then, we can greet the sunrise together?"

jindallae's enthusiasm for the one little thing that yejun has done for himself in the last several months drags a smile onto the man's face. he can't help it; it feels good to get such warm support for the things that interest him, the things he still finds the energy and time to do despite everything else going on in his life. yejun thinks, for a moment, that maybe jin should've been mad or annoyed that he joined some other band and not the one he knows jindallae has been playing in. whatever, apparently the belated concern was never anything to worry over after all.

"yeah, they're called dead calm. is sounds so emo, doesn't it? i used to play with the guy who started it before i did my service. we've already played a couple times... i'm picking up drums for them." it's been fun. sure, it's been chaotic and exhausting too, but yejun feels more himself with the other boys in the band then he does most of the time. it's like now, when hanging out with jindallae, there's no need to censor himself or his thoughts. he can be goofy and stupid or say whatever comes to mind; no one is going to judge him, to tell him that he needs to grow up, or whatever it is that his parents think he needs to change about himself this time.

yejun knows that so many people find jindallae rough, unapproachable... perhaps even mean. he's never had that experience, though. or maybe he just knows how to understand the meaning behind his words, the way he thinks. yejun's not some miraculous communicator, able to read minds or whatever, but he understands jindallae. he understands that he nags him about visiting the restaurant because he misses him; he understands that the guy offers food instead of words to say all the things that don't come very easily to many guys' lips. i miss you, i'm sorry, i care for you. he understands the message loud and clear.

"i'll make time," he assures jindallae, speaking in code of his own. i'm okay, he tries to tell him. not great, but okay; he's surviving. "sounds like they need you there more than i do. you just better still have that spicy pork haejangguk on the menu." he knows, now that he's said that, even if they don't have it jindallae will make sure they do.

that aside, yejun can't help but grimace at the thought of the state of the application box. he may not be hiring anyone himself right now, but he does know the state of the various young people he's seen around campus. maybe he and jin are just built different or something, but surely some common sense should be more common than it appears to be. "i can imagine," he frowns. "if i had more free time, i'd apply." it might be nice to make some of his own money. part of the problem right now is that he's entirely reliant on the goodwill of his parents; he lives with them, they buy all his food, they pay all his bills. in return, he does whatever they tell them to do. he plays it off, though, acting like jindallae wouldn't want to hire him anyway: "but i'd also probably sleep through my shift anyway. i'm one of the head-cases."

#ㅤ* ╱ 조진달래. ━━━━ YEJUN.#ㅤ* ╱ 조진달래. ━━━━ 495.

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silverynight · 2 years ago

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A flashy courtship

Aoi rolls her eyes the moment Uzui walks into the room Tanjirou's resting in. The young demon slayer has noticed she does that whenever the sound hashira is in the butterfly estate, however, he has no idea why. After the mission in the Red light District, the Pillar has changed his attitude towards Tanjirou and Nezuko.

He's kinder to Zenitsu and Inosuke as well, but he only invites Tanjirou and his sister to his house to have dinner with his wives.

Tanjirou is so glad to have made new friends, he doesn't even think about Aoi's irritated scent whenever the flashy Pillar is around.

"I heard you just came back from your latest mission, Tanjirou," Uzui kneels next to the bed, takes one of the boy's hands in his and kisses it before pressing it against his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine!" Tanjirou says, trying not to get so flustered; it's not exactly the first time Uzui acts like this... He should've gotten used to this already. "I'm just... a little bit tired."

"I'm glad to hear you're alright," the hashira grins, as his thumb caresses Tanjirou's soft cheek. "What about Nezuko?"

Tanjirou beams as he starts talking about his sister; he likes whenever someone shows that they genuinely care about her. That's why he now likes the sound hashira and his wives very much, they all care about Nezuko.

"Come, let me take you home. My wives want to see you both."

Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma greet him with a kiss on his cheeks that makes him blush to the tip of his ears, then Suma rushes forward and takes Nezuko in her arms until Makio scolds her for squeezing the demon girl too hard.

They spend the whole night there; the scent coming from Uzui is absolutely happy. He also smells like he's in love but Tanjirou supposes that's completely normal since he's at home with his three wives.

The next time he sees the sound hashira is, again, in the butterfly mansion after another mission.

Tanjirou is talking with Zenitsu and Inosuke when a huge shadow hovers over the three. The boy with the boar head greets Uzui like he's a god while Zenitsu just rolls his eyes before grabbing Inosuke's arm to pull him away.

Sometimes Tanjirou wonders why he does that every time Uzui approaches them, like he wants to leave Tanjirou alone with the Pillar for some reason.

"I brought you something for your hair," Uzui mumbles, already kneeling down, despite the multiple times Tanjirou has told him it's not necessary.

However, he gets distracted when he sees the hair clip in the hashira's hand; it's beautiful, but also quite expensive judging by the gemstones shining over it.

"I wanted to buy lilac like the ones on my headband, but then I remembered your beautiful red eyes and I thought rubies would be perfect for you." Uzui explains, using his fingertips to softly caress the skin under Tanjirou's eyes as he talks. "Would you let me put it on?"

Tanjirou wants to say that he can't accept such a gift, but then he notices the glimmer in Uzui's eyes as well as his scent; he really wants to give Tanjirou that hair clip.

"A-Alright," he stammers, cheeks turning slightly pink.

He runs his fingers through the boy's hair a couple of times before securing the clip just above Tanjirou's ear.

"Thank you! I–"

"You're beautiful," Uzui cuts him off, smiling, before leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on his temple.

Tanjirou feels his own face turning completely red as he looks away.

"Would you like to get married, Tanjirou?"

"What? I... I mean yes, someday..."

"What about in a couple of months?" Uzui whispers, taking him in his arms before finally rising from the ground. "Would you marry me?"

"But... Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru..."

"They're planning the wedding as we speak," Uzui smiles before nuzzling Tanjirou's neck. "We'll take care of Nezuko together."

"You don't have to do this to help me..."

Uzui laughs right before kissing Tanjirou's nose.

"I want to help you, but I wouldn't propose just because of that. I thought you could smell my love, Aoi told me you can sense emotions with your nose."

Realizing that's the reason why Uzui's scent always smells like someone who's in love, Tanjirou covers his face with both hands and groans.

"I thought you were thinking of your wives all the time!"

Taking both of Tanjirou's hands in his to look at him in the eye, Uzui chuckles.

"I do think about them and I love them, but this feeling is also because of you. I love you, Tanjirou."

Heart beating inside his chest like it's gone crazy, Tanjirou gives himself courage to press his lips against Uzui's cheek.

"I... I will... I want to marry you, Uzui-san."

"Better start calling me Tengen then."

Tanjirou chuckles, but his laughter dies quickly when Uzui kisses him possessively on the lips. He's not used to that kind of intensity, but he enjoys it nonetheless. Perhaps he likes it a little bit too much judging by the moan he can't hold back when the Pillar starts sucking his bottom lip.

"Come home with me," Uzui whispers against his ear. "Stay in my room tonight. Unless you want to wait until after the wedding... Either way is fine."

Realizing what Uzui is suggesting, Tanjirou buries his face in the curve of the Pillar's neck before groaning in embarrassment.

"It's alright, Tanjirou... You don't have to–"

"I'll stay with you tonight," he mumbles before staring at Uzui's eyes. "I want to, Tengen-san."

Uzui kisses him again, Tanjirou can feel his smile against his lips and he can't help but smile back, although it turns to be a little bit difficult considering they're desperately trying to kiss each other.

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Bonus (lemon) is here. There are also a couple of lemon fics on my patreon if you're interested.

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thesilentgirlfromyourclass · 3 years ago

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Naive kisses - L.Felix

Genre: fluff, a little bit of angst

Member: badboy!Felix x gn!reader

Word count: 642

Warnings: I think none

Song playing: Maggie Lindemann - Couple of kids

We're young and naive, and you're telling me

That someday we'll run off together

I'm starting to think, I'm stuck in a dream

'Cause we're young, and we don't know better

*knock* You sighed after you heard something hitting your window for hundreth time this night. You opened your phone and it showed 2:03 am and 9 missed calls from your boyfriend Felix. You sighed and got up to open the window. There you saw him looking at you lovingly. His hair was messy and he had some cuts on his cheekbones and lips wich meant only one thing - he got in a fight again. He was wearing his leather jacket with ripped jeans and a chain hanging on it, Felix knew it was your favorite look of his. He was the cliche bad boy you could say, but don't we all need cliches sometimes? You were knocked out of your trans when he threw another pebble that hit one of the many tiles on the roof. "Y/NN, come down pleasee!" he whined quietly and you smiled at his childlish behavior.

You put on a hoodie and jumped from the window. Felix caught you in his arms and gave you a sweet kiss. "You don't know how much I missed you." he said. You caressed the little cut on his lips and let out another sigh. "I love you, Lix." you said. "I love you more" he answered while putting you on the ground so that he can hug you.

It became a routine for Felix to come to see you when it was pitch dark and the Moon was shining high in the sky. He needed your kisses and cuddles, your naggings for being so reckless, he needed you. And you did too. You loved how he would kiss you when you were getting annoying (in a good way) with your complainings, the feeling of his fingers dancing on your skin when you were cuddling, you were so in love with Felix. Even though your parents didn't like your boyfriend and never gave up on trying to separate you from him, you both still found a way to stay together. They transfered you to another school when you first introduced Lix to them, your dad offered Felix a lot of money and when this didn't work he even tried to blackmail him, but again Felix had nothing to lose at all. Growing up and spending his years in an orphanage, receiving judgmental glares everywhere he goes, being told that he has no matter in this world. These event taught Felix to not give a fuck and live his life however he wants. And you were his light, his sunshine, the person who made him feel loved and wanted. So was he to you without realizing it.

"How was your day?" Felix asked you while you both were lying on the grass, watching the sky. "Tiring. I still have one project to finish." you said "You know I don't like it when you go hard on yourself, right?" Lix took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. "And I don't like it when you mess with other people, you know that?" you heard his sigh. "Yeah. I'm sorry." you sat up and looked deep into his eyes. His hand still holding yours. "Once we graduate we will run away from here. Just the both of us and a blank page ready to be painted by you and me." you said and he smiled. "Somebody has the guts to be a bad girl." Felix teased you and in response you hit his arm. "Hey, you don't want it too?" "No, baby, I've waited for this moment for so long." He sat up too pulling you closer with your head on his shoulder. "I can imagine it. I know we're going to be happy and nothing can stop us."

And the night went on with sweet words being exchanged between two love birds, too naive for that cruel and cold world.

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AN: I'm exhausted mentally because of our "favorite" school. I wish I had someone like Felix to cuddle when it gets too much 😩

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years ago

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

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