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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 6 months

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Sleepy | L.N.

Lando Norris x driver!reader

Summary: A rainy day in the paddock results in a sleepy cuddle.

Warnings: fluff<3

Word count: ~0.9K

The rhythmic sound of raindrops echoed through the McLaren garage, creating a cozy ambiance that contrasted with the dreary weather outside. Lando and you had just finished half of your laps when the heavens opened up, forcing you two to retreat from the track.

You both rummaged through your bags, pulling out hoodies and blankets to combat the chill in the air. Once settled, you both sank into the sofa, each engrossed in your own world of social media. The monotony of the rain against the garage doors created a hypnotic atmosphere, pulling you both towards a drowsy state.

Lando, trying to fight his sleepiness, glanced over at you, "So, Y/n, how do you think the convention's gonna go?"

"Probably the same as always. Lots of technical jargon and a few jokes from Zak." You, with a small smile, replied.

Lando chuckled, "True, true. But hey, at least we get to show off our dance moves at the team party later, right?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Speak for yourself, Lando. I'll be the one pretending not to know you when you break out those so called 'moves.'"

As you two bantered, the exhaustion from the day's activities began to catch up. The hum of conversation around you, combined with the gentle pitter-patter of rain, created a soothing lullaby that nudged the two of you into deep sleep.

As sleep took over, the atmosphere around you two seemed to shift. Unbeknownst to Lando and you, both of your bodies gravitated towards each other, seeking warmth and comfort. You found yourself resting your head on Lando's chest, hands comfortably folded between you two, while Lando's head found a natural spot against your own.

It was all in search of some warmth. Right?

Meanwhile, Carlos, entered the garage, catching sight of the unexpectedly adorable scene. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he discreetly snapped a picture of his favourite duo. Carlos couldn't resist the urge to wipe an imaginary tear from his eyes, fully embracing his parental role, “They grow up so fast…” he smiled a brilliant smile to himself.

Unable to contain his excitement, Carlos hurriedly went in search of other drivers to share the precious sight of the young pair cuddled up together. He rounded Charles, Max and Daniel up and brought them back to witness the unexpected scene unfolding on the small sofa. The men huddled together, huge smiles adoring their faces.

Carlos whispered, "Look at these two. They're out like lights. They’re so cute!"

The team erupted in silent laughter, thoroughly entertained by the unintended humor of their sleepy drivers. Despite the attention, Lando and you remained in your peaceful slumber, wrapped in the warmth you both provided for each other.

The dim light in the garage hinted at the passage of time as Lando and you stirred from your impromptu nap. You, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shyness, gently extracted yourself from Lando's arms, apologizing almost instinctively.

"Sorry, Lando. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you like that," you spoke, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.

Lando, however, wasn't ready to let you go just yet. Feeling the chill in the air after being robbed of your warmth, he instinctively pulled you back into his arms, wrapping them securely around you.

"Come back here before I freeze without you. And no need to apologize. It's freezing out here, and you make for excellent warmth," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile, finding comfort in his embrace.

As you two nestled closer to share body heat, a flicker of light caught your attention. The two of you turned your gaze toward the television screen mounted on the garage wall, only to see yourselves, still wrapped up in each other sound asleep, broadcasted to the world. A video of your cozy moment had found its way onto the internet.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you glanced at Lando, expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Does that bother you?" you asked, your voice soft as silk to Lando’s ears.

Lando, unfazed, shook his head. "Not one bit. Let them see. It's not every day the world gets a glimpse of McLaren's dynamic duo catching some Z’s in the garage," he replied with a grin.

You pondered for a moment before smiling back at him.

"You?" he questioned you back, his eyes searching your own. One thing for sure, Lando did not want to overstep your boundaries.

"Not one bit," you echoed, looking up at Lando from you position on his chest, a content smile playing on your lips.

Quick to reciprocate the sentiment, Lando leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. It was a tender moment that the two of you enjoyed silently.

With a shared smile, you both settled back into comfortable positions, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. As Lando closed his eyes, leaving you with your thoughts, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. The garage may have been colder now, but in each other's arms, both of you found a warmth that transcended the temperature around.

A.N Just a lil something I cooked up because I should be studying for my exams but I choose happiness <3

#lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris x reader imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 imagine #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren #ln4 x reader #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff

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sacredstarcatcher · 1 year

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Cruel Summer - Part 2

Jake & Sam x Reader

WARNINGS: language, mentions of alcohol consumption/intoxication, mentions of self-pleasure, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, a little angst

Part 1

Part 3

A week passes after your encounter with Jake. You head back to work and teach the tiniest growing minds by day, but by night, the thought of him plagues you until you can’t help but imagine your hands are his, dancing in circles under the covers of your queen size bed. He and his brother briefly mentioned that they’re a fairly well known band, and you for sure believed it when they were asked for a photo at the bar. The amount of photos of him at your fingertips was daunting and the peek at his instagram surely didn’t curb your appetite either. Yet still no text, no call, no carrier pigeon. You’re left feeling unsatisfied by every definition of the word.

You get a text from an unknown number on Thursday evening inviting you to a bonfire. Playing coy, you ask who it is. The disappointment is written all over your face when the response on your screen reads “Josh!”.

You ask if you can bring anything, but he says, “just yourself!” before sending his address and jokingly requesting you don’t tell anyone where he lives so he doesn’t have to move for the sixth time.

When you arrive you enter the bustling residence you nervously search the premises for someone, anyone you know. The first one you spot is Josh, who pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“I have to introduce you to a few of the main characters before I let you loose in here. Are you ready?” Josh, who you’re realizing has a flair for the dramatic even offstage, is eager to pull you into the living room. You stumble in and immediately lay eyes on Jake, lounging on the sofa, smoking something you’re sure isn’t a cigarette. He doesn’t see you, deep in conversation with a man in glasses. You take a deep breath, calming yourself as Josh continues on through his expansive home. You trail along until he stops in front of who you assume he’s introducing you to. He’s tall with dark curly hair, arms out in a striped tank top.

“First up is Daniel. Daniel is our drummer and on evenings like this, our den mother. Truly the most responsible of us all. Though the standards among us for that particular trait are on the floor.” Daniel smiles brightly at the two of you and you accept his handshake.

“You can call me Danny,” he offers in a gentle voice, and you’re immediately feeling comfortable in his presence. His personality makes you feel like you’ve been wrapped up in a towel fresh from the dryer after a hot shower on a rainy day. He’s so personable you’re not sure if anyone could resist his charm.

Just as you’re about to follow Josh onward, Danny is ambushed from behind, someone hopping up onto his back in a blur. All you can see is a vision of a purple tee, dark hair, and blinding white sneakers. You step back to avoid the commotion as Danny steadies himself, looking up at the person perched on his back.

The attacker meets your eyes and you see yet another pair of those honey brown irises. You think for a moment that it’s Jake, but once you see that his eyes are pinched at the corners from the happy grin on his face, you know it has to be someone else.

“This is the baby of the family. Say hello, Samuel. Be polite.” Josh leans and whispers loudly behind his hand. “We’re still teaching him manners.”

Sam does as he’s told, blinking his long lashes at you before letting out an energetic, “Hello!” and dropping to his feet. You can’t help but smile as Josh introduces you by name and Sam repeats it back to him, testing the way it feels on his lips as his warm hand squeezes yours in a handshake.

“How many of you are there?” you ask, your words really directed at Josh, but you’re enamored by Sam’s friendly smile and charisma, unable to look away. Your hands are still clasped together, your eyes locked.

“One more,” Sam responds with a soft smile, his voice a little quiet, telling you his response is just for you. “But she’s not here.”

Josh is quickly whisked away by another party guest and it startles the both of you to the point of retracting your hands like you were caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Uh… Do you have a drink yet? I’ll show you the kitchen.” Sam immediately makes you feel less alone, leading the way as you give a gentle wave to Danny.

Sam, who declares himself an amateur mixologist, takes it upon himself to create a special cocktail for you. “Sure, yeah, the rum and coke with cherry is good. But you have to take it one step further. You have to test the limits. Here,” he says, handing you a red solo cup. You accept it, smiling at his enthusiasm, and take a tentative sip. It’s delicious, and he knows you like it when he spots your wide eyes.

“What’s your secret?” you ask, thoroughly impressed. You’re grinning, unable to hide your smile when his own is so contagious.

“A little bit of grenadine. You seem like you appreciate the sweeter things,” he responds with a wink. You feel color rush to your cheeks, so you hide behind your cup and take another sip.

Your conversation is interrupted when you’re pulled by the elbow out of the kitchen and around the corner. It becomes clear you’ve been snatched away by Jake and he’s taking you down a dark hallway. You can’t help but be excited, giggling his name trying to keep up with his quick steps. He pulls you into the nearest closet and shuts the door under your arm. You feel his plush lips against yours and can tell he’s fighting a smile.

“Couldn’t be bothered to say hello?” He’s immediately pulling down your low cut shirt, his warm mouth leaving marks in its wake as he kisses his way down your chest, stretching the neckline. He folds over the cup of your bra, frantically gaining access without risking someone seeing you entirely naked in his twin’s coat closet.

“That’s pretty funny coming from someone who couldn’t be bothered to text me.” You hope your tine conveys your annoyance and built up sexual frustration. He bites your nipple harshly in response, eliciting a gasp. It must have worked.

“It’s been 6 days, you missed me that terribly?” he says, and you hear his stupid smirk even though you can’t see it in the dark. He’s trying to finagle his wrist to get his hand into your high waisted jeans, but he’s not making any progress and is getting frustrated.

“Just thought you might have, I don’t know, texted to make sure I got home safe?” you respond, swatting his hands away to undo the four buttons on your pants. Once they’re out of the way he fumbles in the dark to get into your underwear, fingers immediately collecting your wetness and rubbing tight, precise circles where you need it most. It silences you, which you think was his aim. The only other sound to leave your mouth is a gentle, “oh.”

“Oh?” he mocks, parroting the noise you thought went undetected back at you. “Not so mad at me now, are you? That a girl…” You can’t even attempt to be upset with him when your body is at his mercy. His praise makes you feel like you’re floating, dizzy even, and it doesn’t take long for him to have you right where he wants you. You feel the brush of his hair against your face and for a moment, you’re picturing Sam. Sam? The Sam you just met? He was handsome, sure. And tall, he’s very tall. He has big hands. I wonder what they’d-

Nope. You decide that’s enough of that and focus on Jake again.

“Want to feel you. Inside me. Jake,” you let out, pawing at his belt.

“I’ve created a monster, huh?” he teases, withdrawing his hand to pull his own faded, distressed jeans down just enough as you handle your own. He unceremoniously lifts your leg and pins you to the wall, holding you there while he rushes to get inside you. Your head lolls back against what’s probably Josh’s winter coat but you’re unable to care once he’s deep inside you, his thumb already bringing you to your end. It’s not long before you’re tightening around him, clutching his blue shirt in your fists as if he’s going somewhere.

You come down, letting out a gentle laugh and pushing him away just enough that he pulls out and you can sink to your knees. Once you take him in your mouth, you’re greeted by your favorite sound; a low, surprised groan that rumbles through him. You can’t help how pleased you are with yourself, nor can you control how it spurs you on to take as much of him as you can down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s good.” There he goes again, praising you, making you feel light and heady as you work to please him. You know you are when his hand finds its way into your hair and begins to tighten. Nothing on earth could stop you in this moment, and you’re soon rewarded as he stills your ministrations and spills inside your mouth, airy moans filling the closet as if he’s trying to go undetected. You stand soon after, tucking in your shirt and buttoning your pants.

“Fucking text me this time, ‘kay?” you say into the darkness before popping the door open and slipping out. You make your way to the bathroom nearby to make sure you don’t look like you’ve just been slutted out in a closet.

You try your hardest to assimilate yourself into the party, realizing you’re incredibly lucky that the bonfire finally started and everyone went outside. You grab a seltzer from the fridge and head through the sliding doors towards the bonfire, waiting for Jake to join you eventually. When you get outside, you spot Sam standing by his lonesome.

“Is that safe?” you ask him, watching Josh toss a wooden pallet onto the fire.

“Probably not. We’re lucky he hasn’t pulled the torch out yet.” Sam sips his red cup, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before he speaks. “You smell like sex.” You decide not to respond and sip your seltzer in silence.

“And you stole one of my seltzers?”

“You are so the youngest sibling.” He laughs at that one, and you appreciate that he’s got a good sense of humor.

“How’d you end up here anyway?” he asks, looking up at the growing flames. You look over and admire the amber light that warms his face and darkens his hair.

“I met your brothers at a bar last week.” You try to keep it short, avoiding the explanation.

“Ahh. So Jake booty called you here.”

“Actually, Josh invited me. We’re friends.” Your response is curt, but he’s unphased and chuckles anyway. You decide to lighten up a little, seeing as he’s clearly able to take a joke, so why can’t you? “I’m a kindergarten teacher, so Josh and I really hit it off. He knows all his numbers AND colors.”

Sam lets out a cackle at that, tossing his head back. Your eyes are drawn to his long neck and adam's apple, now it bobs as his infectious laugh echoes through the woods.

“What’s so funny?”

You peel your eyes off of Sam’s seemingly delicious neck to see a woman standing next to him.

“Oh, nothing. Just making fun of Josh.” Sam is suddenly tense as he lowers his voice and delivers the short response.

“Fuck you!” comes from a few feet away; he must have heard. You laugh and watch as Sam puts his hands in his pockets, withdrawing. Not that you know him incredibly well, but it seems out of character compared to the last hour or so you’ve seen him interacting with others. It all clicks into place when you see her snake an arm around his, coaxing him to come with her.

You take the silent moment to sneak away, not wanting to spend another second with those two. You instead catch back up with Jake, who sits with you for the better part of an hour until it’s so late you’re yawning into your drink. He kindly walks you to your car, a hand on your lower back.

“I’ll text you?”

You smile at his attempt and get into your car, heading home with a smile on your face.

-oOo-

The end of the school year brings you an overwhelming sense of relief.

You spend the first week following the last day of school taking care of yourself; catching up on sleep, filling your fridge, getting your hair and nails done, watching the newest season of your favorite show, and even deep cleaning your apartment. When you’re at your very best, seemingly out of things to do, you’re left with the impulse to text Jake.

You spend the second week following the last day of school in and out of Jake’s bed in various states of undress at seemingly any time of day. It always goes the same way; you don’t overstay your welcome, always grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, slipping on your sandals, and ducking out the back door to the alley where you started parking your car.

The weekend comes and you find yourself flashing your ID at a bouncer once again. Heading to the back of the bar, you spot your favorite set of brothers at a high top table playing some sort of drinking game involving a coin. You stop by the bar to grab a drink and then sneak up behind Jake, tugging gently at his sleeve.

“Oh, hey!” he says over the music, moving to the side to make space for you at the small table. He leans casually on the wall, sipping his beer, making no move to give you a hug or kiss. A stinging reminded of your situationship, but you brush it off and greet his brothers in stride.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, dearest. Aren’t you temporarily funemployed?” Josh wiggles his brows at you.

“For now. I start that summer theater camp next week.” You pull the toothpick of olives from your drink and place them on your napkin absentmindedly. Sam immediately swoops in, snatching the pink plastic sword and plucking one off the toothpick with his teeth.

“Oh yeah. When’s the show?” He asks, chewing aggressively. You watch him with a surprised look on your face, secretly admiring how comfortable he’s become around you.

“Last weekend in July.” Josh immediately swipes his phone open and begins putting the date in his calendar.

“We’ll be there. Josh will remind me. Right, Josh?” Sam’s on his second olive now. You smile warmly at Sam and his enthusiasm.

“Thankfully, I’ll be in Detroit,” Jake mentions. You roll your eyes, affectionately swatting at him.

“You’re such a fucking grouch,” you groan. He holds his glass up in agreement before downing the last of his drink.

The rest of the evening goes on as usual. Josh and Sam bicker, Jake observes and occasionally throws in his opinion. You eventually find yourself standing outside in the late night summer breeze saying goodbye to the three of them.

“Oh yeah, you guys probably won’t see each other for a while!” Sam says as you hug Jake goodbye. You pull away with a confused expression, looking between the both of them.

“I’m gonna be traveling for a bit. I’ll be back in like… two weeks.” He shoots a glare over at Sam, who has already moved on and is searching the streets for their uber.

“Oh,” you respond, trying to seem unaffected. “That should be fun.” It’s weirdly quiet now. Josh is watching the exchange, but pretending to be on his phone.

“Yep,” Jake says, stretching and trying to stop a yawn. “Well, we better get going.”

Your heart is knocking from the inside of your chest, begging you to tell him you’re going to miss him. It’s the truth, after all. You’ve become so accustomed to spending either your morning or evening or both with him, that you can only imagine how lonely you’re going to feel when he’s away. But who are you to feel that way when he hadn’t even told you he was leaving, and you’re standing in front of him, too afraid to ask where he’s going?

“We’ll keep you company while he’s gone,” Sam says, his voice pulling you from the spiral in your head. He must have sensed some tension and it’s simply in his nature to relieve it. You give him a grateful smile and pull out your keys.

“I’ll see you guys around,” you offer, giving a small wave and retreating to your car. As soon as you shut the door, the tears come.

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A/N: Thank you guys for loving part 1!! As always fee free to message me to be added to the taglist. For reference, this is going to be a smutty Jake fic at the start as a slow-burn with Sam develops. hehehehe. <3

TAGLIST: @reesetrippingthelight @samstopochico @jordierama @jakesgrapejuice @spark-my-nature

Part 3

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elejah-wonderland · 4 months

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_elejah

_time travel_au

a/n: Elena is sent to 1988 to get Elijah's blood for a spell. She was not supposed to talk to him...but one thing lead to another and she fell in love. As she returned to 2035, her real time, she is heartbroken. Elijah died together with Klaus in 2026.

_a random snippet

New York, 2035

No matter how much she tried to move on and forget about Elijah, she could not.

"I know that I shouldn't have got involved. I know that. And the way things were left - everything just made it worse."

"This is why time travels were a big NO." Bonnie said citing her Gram's Grimoire froma case before.

"But ours was for a good cause." Elena reminded her friend.

"Yeah - but left you miserable."

"I will get over it - eventually. I guess I need to grieve. There's nothing else I can do." the brunette looked at the polaroid of Elijah she had taken.

Flashback

"Always and Forever" Elena thought. "But it's not going to be. There will be dreams to come for you, sunshine on rainy days, laughter and silliness, just not together. Just not together. You would never forgive me lying to you again. Taking away the memories of you and me. The love we shared. But deep down in my heart I pledge the always and forever. I do."

Meanwhile

In New Orleans, Freya found a box at the back of an old wardrobe. Opening it, she found a notebook with Elijah's handwriting on, saying simply - notes. As she opened it, she found a paper wedged in. Curious to see what it entailed, she unfolded it.

Dear Elena,

I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you. The reason for this letter now is - I die tomorrow, I wanted you to know that you sparked something inside me I thought was dead and buried.

By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side. Every moment spent with you was like walking through paradise. You had my heart spellbound the moment I have set my eyes on you. I have not known the intensity of my feelings for you until one morning as I woke up. It was like a dance of rich adventure, tenderness, dreams that were most real, even though I've never told you so.

I'm taking my leave now. As Khalil Gibran had said 'The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives'

Faithfully Yours, Always and Forever,

Elijah'

Freya looked at it, slightly shook by the content of the letter.

"Hey," Keelin said as she stepped in the attic, "have you found the pin amulet?"

"No - but - Elijah's writings and - a letter" Freya said.

"What letter? Are you ok? What does it say?" Keelin knelt down next to her wife.

"A letter to Elena - he never posted. Dated the day after our wedding." Freya said.

"We can post it to her now. Or give it to her when we visit Hope. What does it say?"

"He apologizes to her...uhm - it's really strange. It seems like he was in love with her. I know it's private - but here - read it." Freya handed the letter to Keelin.

"It's private, like you said. Let's post it to her."

"I thought he was in love with Hayley - but it seems it wasn't so" Freya said picking up the box.

"Well, look at Klaus - it was Caroline he was actually the one." Keelin said.

Freya inhaled sharply. "I didn't really know my brothers after all."

"You didn't really spend that much time with them." Keelin concluded.

Freya couldn't disagree.

Mystic Falls, a few days later

Salvatore School

"No - you're kidding me, right?" Caroline's eyes widened, blazing surprised at Bonnie.

"I'm resurrecting Elijah - yes." Bonnie said.

"What? Bonnie?" Caroline shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm happy with Damon. You got your happy with Enzo. Elena deserves her happy, too. I am doing it. And that's that.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #elena and elijah #tvd imagines #time travel au #1980s #fanfiction

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volostogekiss · 6 months

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you ever think about a cool rainy day spent inside with Volo and how nice it would be because I do a lot

yeah i do too T T i think of too many things about volo, and sadly none of them are real. here's one for all the volo thoughts that perpetually circulate through our volo brain cells everybody

to be soft with you (one-shot)

No warnings. GN!reader. Summary: You are far softer with him than he thinks you should be. Volo thinks he’ll always love you for that.

Plip! Shhh… Shh…

A coat of cool rain fans across the window in a brisk wave, altering the patterns of the rivers already coursing over the glass. You watch them absently, shifting slightly beneath your pile of sheets and cushions that nearly hide you and your futon completely. It’s warm—almost too pleasantly, almost unbelievably so—but you don’t think it’s because of the sweet-smelling blankets wrapped around you.

It’s him. It’s always him. It’s warm with him at your side.

Sitting just beside you, Volo has you tucked right up against him. You’re settled in the crook of his arm, your head laying on his shoulder. One of your hands dances lightly over his arm, while atop the blankets, your other hand is snug beneath his palm, so warm and perfect.

“Have you…”

Volo traces a finger over the back of your hand, the gentle motion mimicking his seemingly wandering thoughts. “…hm.”

It’s not often that Volo doesn’t finish his thought, lest it be to attend to a matter of research he’s yet to complete, and even then, he always tackles it with such fervor, rather than reluctance. And you can sense that he’s uncertain about saying anything more.

You wait a moment longer, let the rain speak what words he could not himself, but when he doesn’t elaborate any further, you turn your hand over, stopping the idle worrying of his fingers upon your skin. He stiffens beside you. In reassurance, you hum softly, threading your fingers between his.

“What is it, love? You had something on your mind.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you try to search his gaze for an answer, but he turns away.

“It’s nothing.”

You huff lightly, reaching out with the hand that had been resting on his arm. “It can’t be nothing when you look away from me like that, Volo.”

He sighs.

…You have an inkling about what might be on his mind.

After all the time you’d spent together, you’ve noticed that it’s when the rain falls, so melancholy and gray, that Volo’s demeanor tends to dim in the same way.

Smiling gently, you lean in toward him, your fingers ghosting along his jaw. “I love you.”

That gets him to glance back at you, his ashen gaze locking with yours as you behold him with such a soft smile. Surprise, anxiety, and hesitance flicker in his eye, but you meet him only with the sincerity of your affection. There is no doubt in your heart, in your eyes.

You pull yourself up, the blankets slipping from your figure as you press your lips to the corner of his, not allowing him a moment to question himself again.

As if that has convinced him, at least a little, Volo curls a hand around your waist and guides you onto his lap. When you pull back from his lips, but only enough so that you may still see the pink spreading across his cheeks, you whisper to him gently:

“We all have our moments when we don’t believe in ourselves.”

You draw closer again, place another kiss against his neck. “But I always will believe in you, my love.”

Volo sighs contentedly beneath your touch, the tension leaving his body as he finally relaxes, his fingers trailing upward to cup your cheek. He’s enamored with you. How you always are here for him, how you are willing to take him into your arms to assure him that he is worth your love. He knows he doesn’t need to say anything, when he sees how you’re looking at him now, but he can’t stop himself when you always vanquish his worries, remind him of how much he values your heart—

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Volo.”

Briefly, you see the widening smile on his lips before he leans in to kiss you, first, this time.

#volo x reader #wow i love volo #anon loves volo #we all love volo #sighs dreamily #someone be soft with this man please #the opposite of me about to beat myself up cuz im going unhinged about all these assignments i have lmao #mat chats

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svt-rosalie · 6 months

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. . . ♡ SEVENTEENTH ! ? 🪁 HEAVEN ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ eras, lyrics! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

Seventeenth Heaven is the eleventh extended play (EP) by South Korean co-ed group Seventeen, released on October 23, 2023, by Pledis Entertainment through YG Plus, five months following the release of FML (2023). Produced by Woozi and Bumzu, the eight-track EP is a primarily upbeat record, serving as a celebration of the band's career thus far. It is led by the single "God of Music", and includes a collaboration with the American producer Marshmello titled "SOS".

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSALIE’S LINES!

SOS (prod. marshmello)

1:54 - 2:02, original vernon

SOSOSO right now! everyday we’re fightin’ a silent war we never wanted. come on right now

2:42 - 2:45, with seungkwan

i’ll be there by your side!

God Of Music

1:54 - 2:00, original jun

what is our happiness don’t fret, let’s just dance and sing this is our happiness

2:53 - 2:58, original mingyu

SEVENTEEN to the world, the whole world sing in unison

Diamond Days

1:06 - 1:08, original dokyeom

slip into the diamond life

2:30 - 2:32, original woozi

slip into the diamond life

Yawn

0:59 - 1:15, original seungkwan

don’t hate yourself you know it was a good choice. you were hurting so much but you couldn’t even talk about it, suffering alone

2:22 - 2:40, original dokyeom

there’s no way i didn’t know because you’re my breath. don’t be sorry, it’s just like a yawn that came because of shortage (of breath)

Headliner

0:33 - 0:45, original woozi

you, even before we met you made my heart flutter folding my fingers waiting for you

2:10 - 2:17, with dokyeom

even if another rainy day comes

2:17 - 2:23, with seungkwan

i’ll be in your first row

song credits! co-write yawn, co-write headliner, co-write god of music.

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occasionalrpmemes · 8 months

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Amigo the Devil: Volume 1 Starters

sentences taken from the 2015 album. edit as desired. warning: this one does NOT pass the Hayes Code lmao. content includes, but is not limited to: sex, violence (both domestic and otherwise), alcohol, strong language, religion, general moral degeneracy, et cetera

It's all for you.

I'd rot in hell with you, if you'd just ask me to.

Come on, believe me, follow me home, there's no judgement here.

Take the shot.

This night is going to end horribly for someone.

I'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up.

Open up to me.

The Devil came and sold his fucking soul to me!

If I've hurt you, please forgive me. Love makes you do funny things.

This fire feels so real.

Don't say a word, my darling. I know how you feel.

On rainy days, we'll drink until the gray is left in nothing but our hair.

I know you want it, too.

I'll lay by your side 'til everything is rotten through.

Tonight, we'll celebrate life! Eat the best food and drink the best wine.

I hope your husband dies.

Are you feeling upside down or even empty inside?

Meet me down by the bar. We'll go and take this drink out to the stars.

Death is just one moment.

Some people follow rules, some people go around.

As an elephant, I'm only really relevant when I'm standing in the room.

I am the son of an asshole.

No one deserves my world quite like you do.

I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough.

God knows I'll do what I need.

These hands are stronger than you're led to believe.

We'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home.

If I can't have you, nobody will.

There's only one thing in this life that makes us living.

I want to be where all the stupid shit I say sounds so romantic and true.

Live with me in this sin forever.

There's nothing left to lose, 'cuz I've already lost it all.

Tonight, I'll follow you home and start up a fire that'll keep us both warm.

Hang around, let down your hair.

So you should start to undress and just… try a little less.

Now you're with this asshole- you expect me to believe it's gonna last?

Let me have this dance with you.

Your eyes look like diamonds still stuck inside the mines.

When your tongue is putrid and your skin is sagging down, I'll stick around.

It's true, I hate everything but you.

We'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of.

All the bridges in the world won't lead you back to fix what couldn't be erased.

This fairytale just ain't coming true.

I'll drive my car like I stole it, drink at the bar like I own it.

These wrinkles are the maps of all the places we went no one else would dare.

I'd rather have a reason I should stay.

There's always gonna be a better high, and a lower down.

We take things a little far, but you couldn't name a place I wouldn't go with you.

I'm capable of making you disappear.

I have a couple different faces if you need a place to hide.

The time we spent together when the light was out became my thought of you.

I am the agent that decides your fate.

There's only one kind of people in the world: people who die!

It doesn't matter what you've heard or if you're good or bad and everything between.

I love the shitty things we do together.

It's been a while since I've held anything as close as I have you.

I'd like to live my life just like a dog. Humble as can be and unconditional in everything I love.

I'll make you famous one way or another.

Home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.

I'd crawl in bed with you. Even in someone else's blood, on top of someone else's love, in the worst motel we find.

This life is a maze with only one way out.

Every dime spent is worth looking good- and that's Hollywood!

They'll write about our story here for years to come and maybe even more, cuz there's never been a love like this before.

I'll cut to the chase, just don't try to leave.

Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really messes up.

When I had you near me I just couldn't think of anything to say, but now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday.

We'll leave the world the way dreamers do.

All the parties we can throw - we'll dress like anything we please!

All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing. Every mile I traveled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring.

Living in the moment's hard when everything I want is in the past.

When the night falls, out comes the terror.

Your heart will always have a place to live with nothing left to be.

#amigo the devil #rp meme #dialogue prompt #hell and you #sentence starters #lyric starter

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bun-lapin · 7 months

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Hi! Congrats on the milestone!!

Can I request prompt 6 (rain) with fluff / romantic kalim and gn!reader?

Backup prompt: smile

- ☔

Hello~! Thanks so much! Kalim is such a sweetheart <3 I really enjoyed getting to write something romantic for him again. I hope you enjoy what I came up with for this prompt, darling anon~! <3

Prompt: Rain Genre: Romantic / Fluff Character(s): Kalim Al-Asim, gn!reader CW: forehead kiss, hand holding, puddle splashing

Leaning against a stone column, you stand alone in an empty hallway, looking out at the rain pouring down from the roof overhead. You close your eyes and listen to the calming sound of water and distant thunder. A few tranquil moments pass by in this way when you suddenly hear the sound of footsteps rapidly walking towards you, accompanied by a sound like soft bells, the delicate, metallic sound of gold jewelry. Opening your eyes with a smile, you turn to look at the familiar figure now rushing down the hallway directly towards you.

Kalim races towards you with an apologetic smile on his face. Coming to a sudden halt in front of you, he exclaims, a bit out of breath, “I’m so sorry for making you wait! I had to stay behind after class to clean up a potion I spilled.”

You smile gently and reassure him, “It’s alright! I wasn’t waiting very long at all.”

Kalim heaves a great sigh of relief, “That’s good to hear! I was worried that you would be waiting so long that you might try to leave without me.” He reaches out to take your hand in his, shoulders relaxed and a peaceful smile radiating out from his face. “Walking back together after class is my favorite part of the day.”

Giving his hand an affectionate squeeze, you quietly reply, “Me too.”

Turning to look at the heavy rainfall, Kalim notes with some surprise, “It’s really coming down right now!” He lets out a happy, almost melodic sounding sigh and smiles.

You take in the sight of the smile on his face, radiating quiet joy, and the soft, dreamlike look in his eyes, “Do you like rainy days?”

Kalim turns his head to look at you, the swift action sending the golden accessories on his head into a jumble of twinkling and clinking sounds. He laughs and states excitedly, “I love rainy days! It rarely rains like this back home in the Scalding Sands. So rainy days like today always feel like a special occasion to me!” He looks over at the rain and smiles, as if remembering a treasured memory, “This reminds me of rainy days when I was young, when me and my siblings would all rush outside and dance in the rain and splash in every puddle we could find. And how hours later, when we were done, we would run inside and our parents would be ready with fluffy towels and hot drinks for everyone.”

Turning back to you, Kalim gently puts his arms around you and draws you close, “To me, rain feels more magical than magic itself. Water in the desert is precious and when it falls from the sky without a word, to me it feels like love.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and then leans towards you to brush his nose against yours in an affectionate gesture. With a heartfelt sigh, Kalim whispers, “On rainy days like today, I’m reminded that the love that we share is like rain. Something so precious that the two of us give each other without question and without prompting.”

He takes a step back from you and a playful smile breaks out on his face. In one sudden movement, Kalim leaps out into the courtyard and stands under the pouring rain with his arms raised to the sky. Water pours like glittering ribbons across his skin and his clothes are immediately drenched. Extending an open hand towards you, he lets out a long, joyful laugh and gestures for you to join him.

You laugh with surprise and run out to him, taking Kalim’s hand in yours. You feel the cool rain on your warm skin and squeeze his hand tightly. The two of you run wildly across the courtyard together, laughing loudly with exhilaration, as you splash through every puddle you can find.

#event writing #request writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #gn!reader #fluff and romance #bun-lapin écrit

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sprnklersplashes · 7 months

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poly!crows, flufftober day 8: rainy day (ao3)

When October comes to Ketterdam, she announces her presence with smoky grey skies and buckets upon buckets of rain. It’s quite an abrupt announcement too; one minute, Nina gets up and leaves her laptop to go make a cup of tea. Two minutes later, she returns with tea, a generous handful of biscuits and sleets of rain pelting the window. She doesn’t take her eyes off it as she sits back down. First comes disbelief, then comes Kaz’s voice in her head reminding her that she’s in Kerch now and the weather is about as reliable as anything else.

She remembers her partners are all out, and she sighs. Then she cheks the weather app and finds the rain is due to carry on all evening, and she sighs again, harder this time.

After firing a quick message to the group chat, she tries to return to her work emails, though they hold her attention even less than they did before. Her phone lights up, then fades, then lights again, coming alive as the Crows give their various reactions.

wolf boy (but not in a furry way): oh wow! thank djel I have the car :p

wolf boy (but not in a furry way): who changed my nickname again?

Llewellyn: couldn’t have been me!

Llewellyn: who still uses emoticons?

Matthias Helvar changed his nickname to Only Sane Man

wylan van fuck: matthias is never beating the furry allegations

wylan van fuck: but I do second the oh wow!

wylan van fuck: @ matthias since i’m ur favourite ur still picking me up from work right???

Only Sane Man: we don’t have favourites, wy. but yes I will still pick you up.

wylan van fuck: yay!

Llewellyn: gay

Only Sane Man: driving cars is gay now?

Wraith: so does that make jes straight?

Llewellyn: I’M BEING HATE CRIMED?

Llewellyn: BY MY PARTNER?

Llewellyn: IN THE QUEER POLY GROUP CHAT?

Llewellyn: WITH OUR OTHER PARTNERS?

wylan van fuck: how in the fuck did we get here?

Only Sane Man: put two kurge in the swear jar when we get home.

nina beana: well given the weather, mayhaps we use the swear jar money for pizza tonight??? to warm us up????

nina beana: wylan’s treat, apparently.

wylan van fuck: shit yea the weather

Only Sane Man: four kruge.

Llewellyn: I love pizza!

Llewellyn: especially when its paid by wylan’s swearing

Llewellyn: @ wylan, say more cuss words so we have more pizza money

wylan van fuck: *send a voice message* 2:30

Wraith: this would go so hard at an open mic night.

Nina snorts into her tea as she replays Wylan’s message. In her mind’s eye, she can see the others’ reactions, Jesper dancing to it, Inej laughing, Matthias’ silent mortification and prayers to Djel. She presses herself into the couch and carries on with her emails, the rain drumming steadily and relentlessly against the windows.

Twenty minutes later, her phone buzzes again, and this time she finds a picture of a completely drenched Kaz, looking at the camera and managing to be both supremely pissed off and completely unaffected.

kazzlus dazzlus: *sent a picture*

kazzlus dazzlus: its raining.

She spits her tea out at that.

Inej is the first one home, her workplace less than twenty minutes on the bus. Nina opens the door to find her sopping wet on the porch, white coat turned brown and her neatly-styled hair now frizzy and tatted and curling at the bottom. She practically yanks the girl in through the door.

“You okay, love?” Inej’s hands are like ice beneath hers, as is her cheek when she pulls her into an embrace.

“Other than the typhoon outside, I’m good,” she replies, gently returning Nina’s squeeze. She lets out a gasp then, immediately dropping her bag and pulling her sodden coat off her. As Nina shuts the door, Inej pulls the tie from her hair and shakes it out. “Remind me again why I don’t work from home?”

“Because-and I quote- you’d never get anything done with the rest of us running around.”

“Ah, that,” she says with a roll of her eyes. She plants a kiss on Nina’s cheek before darting to the stairs, her movements as nimble as if back on the high wire. “I’m hitting the shower. When are we doing pizza?”

“Not until the rest of them get home,” she replies. Inej nods and carries on two-at-a-time up the stairs. Nina lets her eyes linger on her small frame before turning back towards the living room, a wry grin curling at the corners of her lips.

“Save me a cookie?” Inej’s voice calls from upstairs. Nina chuckles warmly, blows a kiss towards the stairs, and the jar is moved from the cupboard to the coffee table.

Really, Inej didn’t have to ask.

The rest trickle in steadily over the next few hours. Jesper alerts them with a knock at the window, their eyes so wide they take up half their face. They all but barrel into Nina when she opens the door, other hand reaching out to grab the expectant Inej. At first they’re delighted, basking in their partners ever-persistent affection. And then the seconds turn into minutes, and realisation dawns on the pair of them with incredibly precision.

“You’re using our body heat aren’t you?” Inej asks.

“Yep!” The two rolls their eyes, exasperated and slightly shivering against Jesper’s cold hands, and it takes both of them to shove him off.

“Hot shower, “ Inej tells them with a poke to the chest. “And then maybe Nina will share her cookie stash.”

“Uh, they have to earn the cookie stash!”

Jesper comes down ten minutes later, clean, warm, grinning like a madman, and wraps Nina in a tight embrace that sweeps her off the ground. Apparently, it was enough for a cookie.

It’s around half an hour later when the blue blur of Matthias’ car appears at the window, obcusred by the heavy fog covering the glass. Minutes later, a flash of red hair that can only be Wylan emerges and sprints to the door, followed by Matthias rushing up the path. Jesper is at the door and opening it before Wylan can even get his key in the lock, wrapping the two of them in a tight hug that lasts until Nina appears at his shoulder and reminds him gently that cold air travels through open doors.

The smiles don’t fade though. Matthias pecks her cheek before half-jogging up the stairs, making a show of trying to beat Wylan to the shower but moving suspiciously slowly for a guy who runs marathons for fun. The three of them, Nina, Inej and Jesper, can hear Wylan’s laughter reverberate through the bathroom door, answered by a groan that sounds anything but frustrated. Nina grins, initially to herself, but like a flame it jumps to Inej and then to Jesper and they’re chuckling, softly, under their breaths.

Then Matthias is on the stairs, shaking his wet hair over them. Inej delicately steps aside and pulls Jesper into her spot, letting him take the full force of Matthias’s storm. Their reaction is suitably dramatic.

When Kaz finally turns his key in the lock, his coat is so soaked it’s basically a second skin and his dark hair clings to his face like seaweed against a rock. The edges of his coat drip, drip, drip along the floor as he makes his way down the hall, alerting them to his presence with the rap of his cane against the door and a raised eyebrow. The four of them (Matthias now in the shower) have crammed into their small kitchen; Inej and Wylan are sitting on the counter leaning over Nina’s shoulders, while Jesper is atop the table with his feet pushing one of their mismatched chairs outwards. The rumble of the dryer can be felt through the brick and the counter sways like the little boats that dock on the harbour in the summer.

“Brekker, settle a fight,” Nina asks. “We’re ordering pizza. We’re getting a veggie for Inej and Matthias and a plain one for Wy. Do we get a Hawaiian as a third?”

“If you do, that delivery guy will have to step over my corpse to get into this house,” he replies, gasping slightly as he pulls of his wet coat. He hangs it on the back of the door, the black tweet slipping in amongst the other coats of their house.

“Chicken and sweetcorn it is then,” Nina announces. Kaz runs a gloved hand through his hair before stopping beside Jesper, his arms folded over his chest. “Still bad out there?”

“No, Zenik, I just fancied a dip in the canal.” Inej throws Kaz a tea towel and he catches it expertly with one hand. “What sides are we getting?”

“Cheesy bread,” Nina replies. “And wedges. Anything else?”

“Springing for two sides?”

“The swear jar money covered it,” she replies. “Didn’t you listen to Wylan’s voice note?”

“No, on account of the fact I never open that chat unless I get to say something.” His voice is mumbled, half-hidden by the yellow towel over his face. It’s a lie, of course. Kaz Brekker can deny anything to anyone (and he has, many times) but screenshots don’t lie. And Nina’s phone is almost backed up with the amount that show ‘seen by Kaz’ beneath several of their messages. Not to mention the times she’s caught him half-smiling at his phone just seconds after someone put something in it, and all the things he’d only know if he checked it regularly. His ‘Dirtyhands knows all’ act can only go so far.

Still, she doesn’t say anything, and all of them let Kaz’s rickety wall stay where it is for now. In any case, his gloved hand is resting over Jesper’s on his shoulder as the five of them talked in hushed, soft tones about their work days and the storm and what movie to watch tonight.

“May I make a suggestion?” Jesper asks innocently.

“We’re not watching the Bee Movie again,” comes Inej’s reply, her voice soft and her eyes hard and unflinching when Jesper pouts.

“But it’s the greatest movie ever made!” he protests. “It’s a masterpiece. It’s a witty deconstruction of the capitalist system. It challenges us to think about the importance of those in society we brush off. It tackles our preconceived notions of relationships-”

“By that he means, she fucks the bee,” Wylan replies.

“She loved the bee! She and the bee had a consensual adult relationship!”

“Is Jesper debating the merits of the Bee Movie again?” Matthias appears in the doorway, hair tousled, clad in sweatpants and one of his old hoodies. The dark blue brings out his eyes. “Because I am not willing to sit through it for a third time.”

“Insert joke about furries here,” Kaz mutters as Matthias ducks through the doorway. Matthias rolls his eyes, a retort ready on his lips. But then he looks around the room, surveys each of his partners in turn, and Nina can practically see the wheels turning behind his eyes.

“Jesper is that my hoodie?” he turns to Inej, Wylan and Nina, all three of whom stand silently, repressing giggles and burrowing into the impossibly soft fabric enveloping them. “Are these all my hoodies?”

“In our defense,” Jesper begins. Then, he pulls his hands into the sleeves and lets the end flop around, a grin crackling across his face. “They’re comfy.”

“Very comfy,” adds Inej.

“Collosally comfy,” Nina continues.

“Well, shit, I was just going to say ‘really very comfy’,” Wylan adds. A chorus of “swear jar” comes to his reply, and to that he just scrunches up his face and laughs. Even Matthias’ indignance at the hoodie theft seems forgotten as he drags a hand over his face, eyes landing on semi-worridely Kaz.

“Go get out of those wet clothes, Brekker,” he says. “And help yourself to any of my jumpers sicne they’re all free anyway.”

“You’re good, Helvar,” Kaz says before leaving. His gait is slightly stiff with the rain, and Nina doesn’t have to say anything before Jesper flips on the kettle. They’re all too aware of how the cold can affect Kaz’s leg. Wylan will have a hot water bottle down in approximately sixty seconds.

“Matti,” Jesper says as he leans against the table. “Really, you should take the sweater theft as a compliment to your skills. You make them so soft.”

“There’s this magical thing,” he replies. “It’s called fabric softener. You should use it sometime.”

“There’s also the fact that you’re the biggest one here. Ergo, your jumpers fit all of us,” Wylan says. He holds up his arms, completely lost in the cavernous sleeves. “I mean, I offer my collection of jumpers with sheep on them all the time, but they never fit anyone so no-one takes them.”

“Sure,” comes Kaz’s voice from the stairs, slow and stretched out. “That’s the reason.”

Wylan’s reaction comes in three parts. First, he blinks like a deer in headlights, trying to search for Kaz’s meaning. Then realisation dawns on him, slowly, and they all watch as his mouth falls open in the kind of offence usually reserved for when family members are insulted. And for the third part, he looks down in abject horror, and the rest of them alternate by assuring them his sheep jumpers are lovely and also trying not to wet themselves from laughing so hard.

Saints, Nina has never felt so lucky.

In a crushing five-to-one defeat, they don’t watch the Bee Movie. Jesper makes a show of how disappointed he is, insisting that none of them have the same intellectual taste in film that he does. Instead, they go for Labryinth, followed by The Princess Bride and maybe Sharkboy and Lavagirl if there’s time. And for all Jesper’s whining, he is the first to start dramatically quoting each film as they set up. As Nina pulls the warmed blankets from the dryer, she can hear Matthias reluctantly playing the Buttercup to Jesper’s Westley and Kaz chiming in with a quote here and there to keep the scenes moving. She rolls her eyes and sighs “boys”, but the smile on her face is unshakeable.

The smile blossoms when Inej rises her her tiptoes and kisses the back of her head.

Arm in arm, they return to the living room with arms full of blankets just as Jesper is answering the door. As they enter, they’re greeted witha cry of “piggy back time” and the visual of Wylan rocket-launching himself onto Matthias’ back. Their partner gasps, stumbles and just barely rights himself before he bellows out a laugh and adjusts Wylan’s hold on him. Kaz sits on the couch, Wylan’s hot water bottle tucked against his bad leg and funnily enough, Matthias’s sweater over his pyjamas. Between gloved hands, Nina spies the familiar gleam of Kaz’s phone, and underneath Wylan’s giggling she hears the unmistakeable click of the camera. He pulls it back as soon as Jesper returns, face obscured by the mountain of food boxes he carries.

“Gentle reminder that the paper plates on the coffee table are to be used,” Kaz announces. “Because I am not cleaning tomato sauce out off the cushions again”. That comes with a pointed look at Nina, and she just shrugs before dumping the blankets in the middle of the room and announcing that its a free-for-all. Her preferred one, a white fluffy number Kaz got her last year, is already securely wrapped around her shoulders, and so she’s happy and comfy and seated for the night. Ergo, her partners may fight to the death if they please.

Secure in her blanket cocoon, she plops down on the sofa. Matthias descends on the pile, Wylan on his back, who announces their presence by sticking his fists in the air and yelling “blankets!” like his life depends on it. Laughter buzzes in the air as they all watch Matthias lowerself down, Inej punctuating it with a growing ‘ooooooooh’ and a ‘heck yea’ when he makes it without dropping him. Wylan grabs one for himself and one for Matthias as well, pressing the fabric into his free hand before returning his hands to Matthias shoulders and declaring “Onwards my noble Fjerdan!”.

“Here,” Matthias sighs. “Go be Jesper’s problem. I’ve had enough of you.” His words are annoyed but his tone is anything but, and Wylan lands in a giggly heap on Jesper’s lap.

And that’s it. Jesper straightens up against the couch, content for a moment, but then Kaz taps his shoulder and he scoots into the spot between Kaz’s legs. Wylan’s is curled on his side, his head in Jesper’s lap with Matthias next to him, rubbing circles into his back. With a slice of pizza in one hand, Nina runs her hand through Matthias’ hair, enjoying watching how his cheeks grow when he smiles. She presses her finger to one of his dimples and scratches against his cheek, and something warm bubbles in her chest.

Somehow, Inej managed to sneak in and situate herself on the couch without anything noticing. Her hand is intertwined with Kaz’s, and he dips his head and whispers something to make her laugh. When Nina looks, she sees Kaz’s free hand petting Jesper’s hair.

And it’s this. It’s just the six of them, and messy combinations of limbs and pizza and soft words and bad jokes. It carries them through, just like it always has.

The rain keeps pelting the window, unending, determined to be let in. But inside its them, and the movies on the TV, and the soft, fuzzy peace that glows openly between them all. And for Nina, and for all of them, it’s enough. It will always be enough.

#six of crows #six of crows ff #poly!crows #nina zenik #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #helnik #kanej #wesper #wylan x matthias #kazper

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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months

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Suop of memories

Sirius Black x reader

Words: about 1.0k words

Warnings: none, just some sad-happy memories of Siri

Author’s note: Hi everybody! Finally I managed to write something after the crazy week I had, hope you enjoy! With love your witch Becky.

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DAY 4: “Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother’s recipe.”

I sneeze for the umpteenth time in the space of five minutes, as I settle of among the flood of blankets and pillows arranged on my and my husband's bed. Below I hear him humming the latest Queen song, and I can't help but look out the windows smiling.

Ordinarily he and I would have spent this rainy October day playing some silly board game or watching some movie, but unfortunately the flu I caught a few days ago won't even allow me to think, so the only thing left for me to do is to remain like a motionless vegetable on the bed, comfortable among all those soft, warm things, watching life outside the window.

Actually looking out the window is one of my favorite pastimes, since it gives me a lot of ideas about what to write about. I love observing people and their behavior, especially in situations like rain. I think the best way to get to know human beings, in fact, is to put on a good song in the background and watch them live, see their souls moving in sync, communicating and talking to each other as they dance through the raindrops.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Sirius enter the rooms with a tray in his hand. I look at him confused, not understanding where the steaming bowl that is resting on top comes from.

He does not answer the question written in my eyes and continues to do what he was doing.

He lays the tray on the bed before also sitting down and taking the bowl in his hand, along with a spoon.

"Did Lily come by?" I finally say, bracing myself, my voice hoarse from coughing.

"Love we already said you must not talk, or your throat will hurt more and more." My husband comments, as he picks up some soup on the spoon. "And anyway, I made this soup, you ungrateful little thing. Now open your mouth, you have to eat something to get your strength back."

I look at him more and more skeptically, but finally accept his offer, actually being very hungry, and open my mouth. As soon as I taste that deliciousness I feel my taste buds jump for joy, not believing themselves to the goodness of that meal. My eyes go wide, and I see him do that usual smirk of his, which so many times I wanted to slap away during my school years, but which I now find myself loving more and more each time.

"Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother's recipe." He says taking another ladle, but I am now too shocked by the news that he can cook.

"Fuck, love this is delicious, it's amazing that you cooked it." I say as I feel the warm liquid run down my throat, and already I feel better.

"Thank you very much love, I love you too anyway." He replies sarcastically, but continuing to feed me.

"No Siri, it really is the best soup I've ever tasted, the only thing is that I didn't know you knew how to cook something without charring it." I continue, looking him in the eyes accusingly.

"It happened only once." He tries to defend himself, but is unable to hold back a smile.

"Three. The firemen threatened us that next time they will let the house burn down." I say laughing, but is immediately stopped by a few coughs.

We spend a few moments in silence while he feeds me with soup. Once he finishes he gets up to take the bowl back to the kitchen, but once he gets out of bed I freeze him, asking him a question.

"Siri, when did you learn how to make this soup?" I ask curiously, and I see him smile as his eyes focus on a past memory that is now, like an old film, playing out before his eyes again.

"Reg and I had recently run away from our home and had been at the Potters' for a few days. Reggy had gotten quite a cold from all the rain we had caught running away, and so Effie decided one night to make him this soup to make him feel better. I still couldn't sleep because of the fear that at any moment our parents would knock on the door, so I asked if I could help her. She said yes, and so she began to explain everything to me. Thus was born the tradition that every so often, when I couldn't sleep, she and I would go to the kitchen and she would teach me some of her recipes. I sometimes miss those nights spent with her cooking." He finishes his story in a whisper, as I see a few tears have formed in his eyes, but he is too proud to give it away. I smile, while deep in my heart I feel a deep sadness make its way inside me, wanting to help the man I love feel better, but immediately the answer arises before my eyes.

"Well when I'm better you could teach me how to make this soup, at least I'll know how to cure you next time you're sick." I try to say, hinting a smile. He immediately looks up and I see in his bright eyes a childlike happiness. He smiles at me showing all his white teeth.

"Sure, I can't wait to show you all the recipes I know." He tells me as he approaches the door, but still looking me in the eye.

"Me too." I reply, smiling, as I hear him coming down the stairs humming Queen's "Crazy little thing called love", thanking Merlin for have sent to me this perfect man that I call husband.

#marauders x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #becky's halloween party #halloween party

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Dancing with the slashers

So this is just a little fluff I hope you enjoy. I’ve always wanted to dance with my partners so this is a little wishful thinking. Reader is gn. Also I think I’m dealing with imposters syndrome so that’s fun. I’m sorry for them being short I’m still dealing with bitchass writers block But I hope you still enjoy.

Includes: The Sinclair brothers and Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent has been spending most of his week down in the basement, sucked up into his work. When he finally came up one night while you were listening to the radio you took the opportunity. “Do you know how to dance?” You ask him setting down the plate you were cleaning. He nods. You walk over and put your arms around his neck. “Then let’s dance.” You smile and he puts his hands on your waist. You two slowly sway to the music. “I’ve missed you Vinny. You’ve been so busy this week we’ve barely gotten to talk. I needed this.” He moves his head down and presses a kiss on your cheek. You stand on your toes and return the favor back to him. You rest your head in his chest and he wraps his arms around you tighter. You feel safe in his arms. You feel loved. You could spend the rest of your life dancing in this kitchen with your amazing boyfriend.

Lester Sinclair

It’s a grey rainy day and you and Lester are stuck inside. You’re looking through an olde record collection when you come across a familiar record. You check and it is in fact the record of 30’s songs your grandparents had. You used to dance to these songs with your grandpa when you were a kid. Lester is sitting on a chair in the room looking as bored as ever. You pull out the record and blow the dust off of it. Lester looks over your way. “Whatcha got there darlin?” You put the record on the player and drop the needle.

“Stand up I wanna dance with you.” You hold out your hand and he takes it. You put his left hand on your hip and his right hand is yours. You watch his feet as the two of you start to move around the room to the music. “You’re doing great.” You look back up at him and smile.

“That’s only cause you’re leadin me.” You chuckle and press a kiss onto his lips.

“My grandpa taught me how to dance. It was always so much fun with him. Helped me out at prom too.”

“Ya think we would’ve dated in high school?” He asks. You think for a moment.

“I’m not sure. I was pretty ugly in high school.”

“ I doubt that. I wasn’t the best lookin either.”

“Well I’m glad we’re here now.” You keep dancing and swaying to the music. ‘Life is just a bowl of cherries’ playing in the background.

Bo Sinclair

You noticed a slump in Bo’s mood lately. He’s seemed off and he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’s sitting on the couch just laying around. You frown and go back to the kitchen. You look for a cassette and grab the cassette player. You go into the living room and pop in the tape. Music pours out and you grab Bo’s arm. You try to pull him up but he just raises a brow. “Bo I know you know how to dance. Just do this for me. Please?” He sighs and gets up. He grabs your right hand and puts his left hand on your waist. You smile as he leads you in the dancing.

“Why do you wanna do this darlin?”

“Because you’re not gonna sit around and mope all day anymore. We’re gonna dance, and I’m gonna enjoy it.” He chuckles and spins you. You fall back into position.

“Where’d you learn to dance? I know you weren’t going out to fancy parties every night.” He says.

“I watched a lot of movies. And I had a shit ton of free time. Where’d you learn to dance?” You tease.

“Well I was quite the charmer back when Ambrose was ‘real’.”

“Of course how else could I fall for your charm?” You tease again. He kisses your forehead and you kiss his lips. “Are you gonna dance like this at our wedding?” You joke. He chuckles.

“Of course darlin. I’ve have Vincent make some people to be in the ceremony and everything.” You chuckle too. You move your hands to wrap around his neck so you can get closer to him. He wraps his hands around your waist and holds you there. He was gonna tease you about how clingy you’re being but he stops himself. This is the happiest he’s been in days. He loves you and how you can always fix his mood.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms has been bitter since you beat him in a game of chess. He’s moping in the study and you walk in. He rolls his eyes and you frown. “Brahms I’m sorry I beat you ok? Just say something.” He shakes his head and you groan. He’s such a brat sometimes. You get an idea. You remember Brahms talking about parties his parents used to throw and how he would watch them. Before he went into the walls he learned how to ballroom dance. He promised to teach you one day. You go back to your room and look for this fancy outfit Brahms found for you in his parents closet. You find it and put it on. You grab a pair of dress shoes and head back downstairs. As soon as you walk in Brahms seems interested, but he’s trying to hide it. He keeps his eyes on you as you go to the record player and put on an album of dancing music. He sits up and you hold out your hand for him to take. “You think you can teach me how to dance now?”

“Fine.” He says taking it. He stands up and moves you over to the center of the room. “Hold my right hand and put your left hand on my waist.” You grab his hand and place your hand there. Brahms moves his hand a bit on you back and looks down at your feet. “Ok now step to the left, then forward, right then back.” You follow his instructuons and soon you’re dancing with him. A smile is plastered on your face and Brahms can’t help but smile back. “You know I’m going to get you an outfit from rococo France. I love that era. Such fun with fashion.”

“Are you sure I’m the one that supposed to teach you history?” You joke.

“I’m sorry I know more about art than you do. It just backs me up when I say you remind me of oil paintings that i used to see. If I could I would have hundreds of paintings of us together.” He give you a spin and you cling back to him.

“Well Brahms if you would just let people in the house than we wouldn’t have that problem. Or I can take up painting. I read this book when I was a kid. A girl moved into a house where when she put on these glasses these paintings came to life and she could travel into them. There were talking cats and witches and a painted boy. I was a lovely book.” He nods.

“I love when you read to me. You’ll have to read that one to me too.” Brahms keeps his eyes on you. You look so stunning dancing with him like this. He wishes he had a thousand cameras to capture this moment with you. He really does adore you.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #brahms heelshire #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #sinclair brothers #house of wax #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #brahms my beloved #brahms fluff

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quokka143 · 9 months

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cities in the us I think skz would be from

♡ chan - seattle, washington

I will die on the hill that chan is seattle coded. he just fits the grunge aesthetic so well, and after he performed smells like teen spirit in seattle it just solidified it for me. skz music definitely has some grunge influences so I think he would have gotten his start in the underground seattle music scene.

♡ lee know - new orleans, lousiana

where the weird and the mysterious thrive, so too would lee know. his entire vibe is dark and alluring on the outside but once you look past the exterior you see someone full of resilience, strength, and endless things to discover and to me that's very new orleans. since he makes such a charismatic host I feel like he'd be hosting walking tours through the fernch quarter where he can tell some ghost stories here and there and maybe give the tourists a little scare for his own entertainment.

♡ changbin - jersey city, new jersey

if you say changbin isn't jersey coded you're lying to yourself. our loud, muscular king would fit in perfectly with the jersey gym and beach culture. I could see him going to the gym during the day and out to the clubs at night to shake his ass to his favorite songs with his friends.

♡ hyunjin - newport, rhode island

okay follow me on this one, I know this sounds a little obscure but for some reason when I think of hyunjin as someone from the usa all I can think about is him living in some new england town painting the fall colors or sitting on his porch in a seaside home painting the ocean. it seems so peaceful and I feel like that suits him.

♡ han - new york city, new york

hanji is so nyc coded to me and since the maxident trailer lives rent free in my head, here we are. like imagine him living in a little new york apartment while he chases his music producer dreams. every night on his way home he pops into the bodega down the street to grab something to eat and gives their resident cat a few pets before heading home to work on more tracks in his home studio.

♡ felix - miami, florida

I feel like our aussie beach boy just needs to be somewhere warm and sunny with a good nightlife and let's be honest, miami is the place for that. he'd probably spend his days at the local dance studio before heading down the beach for a swim to relax after.

♡ seungmin - portland, oregon

seungmin's entire vibe just screams cozy coffee shop on a rainy day. I could see him sat by a window reading a book and sipping his americano just spending the afternoon soaking up the warmth and delicious smells inside the cafe. he would probably have a favorite spot he always sits where he can gaze out the window and people watch.

♡ jeongin - los angeles, california

we already know jeongin is from busan, he's accustomed to beautiful beaches, colorful places to explore, and great food, so to me it makes sense he'd be from los angeles. I feel like he'd be working his way towards being a singer and maybe giving some vocal lessons on the side to help himself along. on the weekends he's probably exploring some new place to eat with his friends.

#skz #stray kids #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin

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iamthecatwhotypes · 2 months

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the letter (bts)

It started with an unsigned letter...

💘Pairing: Fem!OC x Yongbok/Secret Admirer | Sincerely AU 📚Genre: Sincerely... AU (m.list) | Romantic Angst 🔞Rating: 18+ ⌨Word Count: 4.4k ✋🏽Warnings: Unhealthy relationship (edging on neglect; quick to anger) 🗣Summary: Jinju's birthday started out rough... but a curious letter from a secret admirer gives her new hope. The problem is, which of her friends has a crush on her? 💌A/N: Hi! I'm new, but have been lurking for a while. I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to give this a try. If you have any constructive criticism or anything you want to say about this, please feel free to reach out. I'd love to hear from you! 😁If you want to read on AO3, you can! 🥰 I know a lot of people prefer to read a whole story when it's done. If you want me to tag you when this series is finished, let me know and I'll tag you when the finale drops.

There was something in the air that Friday night.

It felt… maybe a bit romantic, really. The sky had faded to a soft blue with fluffy clouds bathed in pastel pinks and oranges while the horizon was aglow in dazzling gold. Chasing after the cotton candy clouds from the east was a storm the color of spilled ink. They sprinted along the sky, gobbling up the half moon that hung low and bright.

Rainy nights were my favorite. I was convinced they washed away all the negativity of the day or week and left me with a clean slate.

Maybe it’ll sound a little crazy or overdramatic, but it felt like there was something fated in the crisp breeze that whipped through my hair. It felt like I was on the precipice of something exciting and new starting.

I loved the way it seemed like everyone around me was so happy while being bathed in the soft glow of the street lights that were flipping on one street at a time.

I loved nights like this. They made me think of home when I was young. I'd sit with my mom and brother and watch the lightning until either the storm ended, or I fell asleep.

In my moment of nostalgia, I looked around for my boyfriend, Yongbok, hoping to wrap my hands around his arm and walk tucked up against him, but saw him already so far ahead of me that he was almost to the restaurant we were going to meet our friends at.

I paused for a moment, my shoulders slumping against the sudden brunt of disappointment. My jaw went slack as my heart slid down my ribs into my gut and dissolved in its bath of acid.

Why was he so far ahead? He almost always walked with me. I mean, yeah, he was a much faster walker than I was, but he had a bit of height on me and naturally had a longer stride.

I blamed my outfit. I didn’t often wear skirts or heeled sandals. Even though the long champagne colored skirt I wore had a slit up to the middle of my leg, I felt awkward walking in it. It felt almost alien to dress this feminine. The bag I had brought was bulkier than I was used to as well.

I guess I felt a bit like a puppy that had yet to grow into its paws.

Despite all of that, he should have been walking beside me like a proper boyfriend would.

Although… we have been going through sort of a rough patch, I guess. We’d made plans to go out tonight to celebrate my birthday months ago. Maybe he felt like if he didn’t show up tonight, then all our friends would know we were having problems and he didn’t want them to notice.

I hoped that meant he still wanted to try and work things out with me.

I heaved a sigh and hurried after him, nearly breaking into a sprint in order to meet him at the door. He held it open with his foot and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

A small part of me was worried he'd started to be embarrassed by me. I had gained a bit of weight since I stopped doing my normal dance classes. I didn't think it had been a lot, but I had caught him looking at my tummy a couple of times.

Maybe he was just excited for everything that we had planned to do tonight.

I felt myself get excited at the idea he'd gotten me something nice.

Maybe he was going to finally propose and was just nervous.

Why would he be nervous though? It wasn't like I would say no!

I smiled up at him sheepishly when I lowered my head and slipped past him and into the restaurant.

I loved this restaurant. The walls were black and the lights that hung overhead were low. It smelled of meat and fish and spices.

It reminded me of how my family's house had smelled when I was a child and my grandmother was cooking.

I looked around, plastering a smile on my face and searching for my friends.

I spotted Namjoon’s freshly dyed purple hair in a far corner and grabbed Yongbok's wrist, pulling him along with me as I navigated towards the group, my smile full and authentic now.

Yongbok pulled his hand from mine and skirted past me, almost bumping into a waitress with a tray full of sushi, gimbap, and a delightful smelling udon.

She gasped and steadied the tray with her free hand, her mouth agape as I waved her on, apologizing quietly for his rudeness.

Why was he acting like this? He was being so rude and embarrassing!

I scowled at him and walked over to the table, forcing the smile to grace my face again as almost everyone looked over at me.

I could almost feel the judgement in their eyes as Jimin pulled a chair out for me and pushed it in as I sat while everyone at the table wished me a happy birthday. I smiled shyly at them and bowed my head several times in gratitude while holding my hands together in thanks.

Even though it should have been Yongbok seating me, I thanked Jimin anyway.

He was always a gentleman.

I looked at Yongbok and sighed again when I saw him already deep in conversation with Jungkook who had just started getting a full sleeve of tattoos and, of course, Yongbok was curious about it. He’d wanted to get tattoos for a while now and Jungkook had been the only one in our friend group brave enough to start.

The tattoos I could see on his knuckles were hard to read in the quick moment I looked at, but they looked crisp enough to look decent.

“Look at you!” My best friend, Chaeyoung leaned close to whisper into my ear as she took my bag and admired it for a moment before hanging it from a hook under the table I didn’t know existed. “I bet Yongbok is just itching to get his hands on you tonight!”

She hid her giggle with her long, slender hand. I did my best to laugh along with her to avoid suspicion. It’d been such a long time since Yongbok had touched me… since he’d hugged me… I thought I would probably erupt with joy as soon as he even so much as held my hand.

“Well, you look stunning.” Chaeyoung continued sincerely before letting her eyes gaze at the candles flickering in the center of the table. She went far away for a moment. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I am a little jealous you have a boyfriend on your birthday. Mine was so lonely.”

I looked her over and scoffed. She was always so elegant with her high cheekbones, small forehead, and full hips that swung like a pendulum when she walked. She was everything I considered to be perfect. I couldn’t understand why she was still single. “You’ll find the right guy soon!”

“I hope so.” Her shoulders slumped enough for her collarbone to peek out from under the sleeveless black cocktail dress she wore.

I nudged her with my arm and leaned close, glancing around the table quickly to see who was watching us. “Have you told… you know… how you feel?”

Her eyes flicked up to the man who sat quietly on the other side of the table, between Jungkook and Namjoon, staring at a glass of water that was sitting in a pool of its own condensation. She shook her head and pulled her waist length black hair behind her ear. “No. If he likes me, he needs to approach me.”

“What if he’s shy?”

She gave a nonchalant shrug and took a sip of her red wine, the glint of the candles catching her long, almond nails painted in a nude shade. She thought carefully for a moment and met my eyes. “I think he likes someone. He’s been acting differently recently.”

I nudged her again as a pair of waitresses came around, setting steaming bowls of clear soup in front of us and taking our entree orders. “It could be you.”

She offered me a smile. “I hope so.”

We giggled together before beginning to eat our soups.

I looked around the table at everyone laughing together and sat back with a smile.

I hadn't known anyone when I moved to Seoul as a teenager. It was only once I had met Yongbok that anyone at this table came into my life.

My life had become so rich and full with everything everyone brought to share with me.

I couldn't imagine my life without them.

“So… Jinju….” Jimin rubbed his hands on his trousers and looked over at me with a smile. I met his gaze and raised a brow, waiting for him to continue, watching as he ran a hand through his thick blond hair and cleared his throat. He shifted his weight and turned towards me. “What… um… what are we doing afterwards? I think it's been kept a surprise from us when, really, we should have been the ones to surprise you.”

I laughed as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes roving my face.

His sudden attention on me was a little confusing for me. Jimin had always been kind, but I had written it off as him being polite to his friend's girlfriend.

I couldn't lie though, it was nice to have a man talk to me so kindly.

Yongbok looked up at us too. His large eyes narrowed suspiciously while going from Jimin to me and back again.

That was odd.

Was he jealous or had he just forgotten our plans? I couldn't be sure.

I came back to myself and put on my friendliest smile while laying my hands on the wood table.

“But I love surprising you all! I hope you don't mind.”

I dipped my head shyly. I hoped I hadn't inadvertently caused offense. I really didn't think anyone would mind. I had never been a fan of birthdays and really just wanted the attention to be off of me.

Jimin chuckled and ran a hand down the black blazer he wore, waving the other to dispel my worry. He softened his hand and offered a gentle smile. “Of course not.

“I thought that since we were so close to Lotte World, that we could go there after we eat and do a scavenger hunt. I have a little gift for the winner.” I had gifts hidden away in my purse for everyone though, but I wasn’t going to admit that now.

“It’s raining now though, my dear.” Yongbok interjected, his deep voice tinged with a gravelly undertone, hinting that I was being ridiculous. He used the endearment to try and soften his tone.

“I…,” I didn’t have much time to respond before Taehyung piped up, his eyes still on his glass.

“I drove.” He pushed his white linen napkin along the edge of the glass before looking up at me first then quickly around the table and back to his glass again. He swallowed hard and shrugged a shoulder as the weight of the collective stare went to him. “I can’t fit everyone, but….”

He let his words fall away, thankfully saved by the waitresses and a pair of runners who came up to our table and laid our meals out before us.

I couldn’t help but notice Yongbok glower at him for a moment before whipping open his napkin and laying it over his lap.

What was wrong with him?

I glanced at Chaeyoung to see if maybe I was overreacting, but she was watching me worriedly as she plucked up a piece of beef.

I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but I knew it was hollow. I couldn’t lie to her very well.

We fell into eating a bit quieter than before.

I appreciated Taehyung stepping up to help keep my birthday perfect. At some point in time, without me even realizing, he and Jimin had become my friends too… genuinely.

I didn’t know what I had done to earn that, but I was very grateful.

The world felt a little smaller and less scary with them in it.

Eventually, we finished our meals and looked outside to see the rain had become so heavy that the street was practically empty save for a few stragglers who were drenched and huddled into their jackets and wincing against the elements.

Jungkook was the first to speak, always quick and eager to help in any way he could. “I think we should take Jinju to the zoo tomorrow. Or… maybe the aquarium.”

Namjoon nodded, pointing at him as he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on the table. “Namdaemun would be cool too.”

“Oh… the Seosomun Museum is close to there.” Jimin chirped, glancing at me as he crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. “We could make a day of it if we wanted to.”

“Oh!” Chaeyoung cried out and leaned forward, her brow pinched and her eyes narrowed. “We could go to Sky Pizza!” She turned to me and put her hand on my arm. “That’s Bong Joon-Ho’s restaurant in Parasite!”

“We’re taking a tour of Seoul tomorrow.” Yoongi suddenly spoke with a breathy, deep laugh. “We may as well go to the National Park Mountain Museum.”

“Where is that?” Chaeyoung pulled her phone from her purse and tapped the name into her map app then looked up with wide eyes. “Bro! That’s so far away!”

Namjoon smiled until his eyes were half moons and shook Yoongi’s hand. “I see you’re getting out more.”

“That’s almost in Gyeonggi! That’s like an hour away!”

I was about to say that I loved getting out of the city, but Yoongi spoke again, waving his hand, his pinky slightly curved.

“Jinju, what would you like to do tomorrow?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted over to me and it was suddenly hard to breathe. I blinked rapidly and felt my mouth grow dry as my jaw went slack.

I couldn’t choose the museum Yoongi had suggested even though it sounded wonderful. Chaeyoung would be too miserable travelling that far. I made a note to go there later on my own. I sat up straight with a bright smile, watching subconsciously as almost everyone mirrored my movement. “I think we should go to the aquarium, Seosomun Museum, and Sky Pizza. If that’s okay?”

I looked over at Chaeyoung as she wrapped her arms around mine with a giggle. “That’s gonna be so fun!”

“Let’s see if it’s still raining tomorrow.” Yongbok’s voice was drowned out by Taehyung and Jimin offering to drive all of us, which made him roll his eyes.

Part of me felt bad for him to be ignored. I knew he hated it, but maybe the others were ignoring him since he was in such a foul mood.

I tried to compensate for him by being the brighter one.

“I’m really excited. It’ll be nice to do some new things.” I smiled at no one in particular.

My eyes flicked to Yongbok as he clinked his shot glass together with Jungkook’s and threw his drink back. I hadn’t even realized the grapefruit soju on the table. Yongbok locked eyes with me and pointed at me with a grin on his full lips then poured himself another shot. He raised it towards me, waiting for a moment for our bewildered friends to quickly follow suit when they realized there was going to be an impromptu toast.

“Here’s to our beautiful Jinju on her birthday.” Yongbok smiled and gave a chuckle, the mood brightening for a moment as our friends broke into a smile and parroted him before he continued, interrupting a few of them. “May we all be so accommodating.”

I thought I heard a hint of sourness to his tone that the others seemed to gloss over.

I smiled and bowed my head in thanks to my friends before a crack of thunder shook the building and made the lights flicker. We jumped and looked to see if the building had been hit.

“I think that's our signal to go.” Namjoon finished off his beer and stood with the rest of the table following suit quickly. We followed him to the counter to pay.

“Thank you all for such a lovely evening.” I bowed to the group at the large double doors that were painted black with an ornate design painted gold in the center of both of them. “It was good to see you all again and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

I gladly accepted a hug from Chaeyoung, Jimin and Taehyung then shook hands with Namjoon and Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook both gave me a small bow before looking out the windows as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky for a moment.

“I'll drive you home, Namjoon.” Taehyung patted the man on his shoulder as Jungkook fished his keys from the pocket of his black trousers and Yoongi pulled his black blazer over his tight black turtleneck.

“You two walked, right?” Jimin turned to us, raising his brow as Yongbok nodded, a sense of disappointment seeming to wash over him as his shoulders drooped a little. “I'll drive you home.”

I stepped up to him with a smile and held my hands demurely before me. “Thank you for your help, Jimin. Yongbok and I appreciate it very much.”

The tips of his ears grew red as he tipped his head away with a smile and ran his hand through his hair again as Yoongi swung the door open for us, his hand up to shield himself from the rain.

“Thank you!” I put my hand on his shoulder as I brushed past him, my skirt quickly becoming plastered to my thighs as the rain threatened to drench me entirely. He nodded and gave the fastest smile I had ever seen before looking away.

Yongbok put his hand on my waist, pulling me close and guiding me quickly to Jimin’s car. He pulled away and sat in the front, leaving me to start to slip in the back before remembering I didn't have my purse.

“I forgot my bag!” I stood despite Yongbok's grunt of disgust and shielded my eyes with my hand as a waitress came out with my bag. I took it from her with a bow. “Thank you!”

“Jinju! Get in the car!” Yongbok yelled through the window at me as I opened the door and dropped inside, thankful for the quickly heated interior.

“Sorry.”

“It’s…”

“Next time be more mindful.” Yongbok barked over Jimin, glowering at me from his spot as I sank into the back of my seat with wide eyes. “You're ruining the interior.”

My jaw went slack.

I was so confused.

He’d never berated me in front of other people before, let alone his closest friends.

I don’t think he’s even ever raised his voice to me before. Why was he being so cruel? And on my birthday too.

It made my heart drop as I lowered my head while Jimin stared at him, his playful, sweet eyes now dark and hard.

He moved his jaw from side to side before taking a deep breath and holding his hand up, palm down, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let’s not let a little rain ruin tonight. This car’s been through much worse than this.” He laughed, bringing me, at least, a little lightness and I relaxed. “I was getting the car washed one time and forgot to roll my window up until I was being sprayed in my ear.”

“Bro… you did what?” Yongbok stared in confusion at Jimin as he covered his face with his hands and laughed.

Perhaps it was mean of me, but it was nice to see him be humbled after being rude to me.

“Yeah, I drove home with all the windows down to try and dry it out.” Jimin sighed and looked back at me when I covered my mouth as I giggled. “But anyway, don’t even worry about it. You’re fine, I’m not mad.”

I smiled and looked up at him through my lashes. “Thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin tried to get a conversation going, but with Yongbok’s mood, the short trip to our apartment felt like an eternity.

Jimin pulled up to the curb and put the car into park, twisting in his seat and reaching back to smile at me. “Happy birthday, Jinju. I’m sorry it rained, but hopefully tomorrow will be better.”

“I'm sure it will be. Thank you again for coming out with us and driving us home.”

Yongbok was out of the car and opening my door suddenly, his voice . “Remember your purse this time.”

I tried to smile but my lips refused to pretend.

I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car, waving to Jimin before hurrying to catch up with Yongbok who was practically at the door of our building already.

“What's wrong with you?” I glared up at him, watching as he threw his hands up and walked away. He went through the door to the stairs and let it slam behind him.

I stood staring after him.

What happened? What had I done?

All I wanted to do was cry.

I felt my chin tremble and remembered that my clothes were still wet. Even if my heart was breaking, I had to go take care of myself.

I went to the elevator and trudged my way to our door and tapped in the code. I slipped inside and stepped out of my shoes, holding my purse to my chest.

It only took a moment for me to hear him playing a video game loud enough that I was sure our neighbors would hear the woman screaming alongside the gunfire.

I felt so completely defeated. This wasn’t how I planned on my birthday going.

I had been so hopeful that today we would play nice and maybe it would start feeling like we were a couple again.

I wiped my eyes and went to the closet, dropping my bag into its place in the corner of my side. I went into the bathroom and began to draw a hot bath with a healthy scoop of lavender epsom salt.

I sank into the hot water carefully and sighed as I laid my head against the pillow, completely encased in the water.

I stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

What was I supposed to do? Was there anything I could do to save the relationship?

It was just a rough patch. All couples go through rough patches. I did love him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn’t want to just throw it away without trying.

The next morning as we were rushing to get out the door to meet with Jimin and the others he had picked up, I remembered at the last moment that I had forgotten my wallet inside my purse. When I grabbed it and yanked it free from my bag, a sloppily folded piece of paper fell to my feet.

What was this?

I crouched down and picked it up, tipping my head as I unfolded it, thinking it was a receipt.

Hello darling,

The words met me in a neat hand.

I drew a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder. It wasn’t Yongbok’s handwriting. Even when he did his best handwriting, this was remarkably different.

I continued to read it, grateful for the brevity of it.

I know I shouldn’t be writing this to you, but I feel that if I don’t do something to give me freedom from you, I’ll go mad. So, here’s the truth: I’ve liked you for a long time and wish you all the happiness and love in your life. You deserve the best life and to be treated like a queen. You inspire me to be a better man and I thank you for that. Although I don’t think you’ll ever know who I am, I am grateful to have you in my life.

My mind raced and my heart thundered.

Someone had… what? A crush? On me?

Who could this be? Why did they choose now to tell me? When had they put this in my bag? Had it been there for long and I just hadn’t noticed it?

No. It had to have been from last night since it was on top of my wallet.

I blinked several times as Yongbok called for me.

Someone from last night had a crush on me. One of my friends felt something for me.

Had they sensed things hadn’t been well between Yongbok and I and was aligning himself up to be my next beau?

Who was it?

I was going to end it there and wish you all the best, but my soul won’t let me sleep without saying the deepest secret I have. I know you’re taken and I am sorry to drop this in your lap now, but please forgive a poor, heartsick man because I do wish you were mine. Will I give this to you? I know I shouldn’t, but the thought that maybe, just maybe, one day it could happen, is to strong to resist. We’ll see what happens, I guess. But, for now, I am happy to have you as a friend. Take care. Eat well. Sleep well. Study well. You are loved.

It ended there without any mark of the sender.

I swallowed hard and felt my eyes prick with warm tears. I trembled as I brushed them away and stuffed the letter into my everyday bag.

I should have thrown it away. I should have been loyal to Yongbok, especially if I wanted to keep our relationship alive.

Why did I keep it?

I brushed past Yongbok, staring at his thin, well-shaped jawline and cool eyes and went out to Jimin’s car that was idling by the curb.

I looked up at the fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky.

Someone who loved me was looking at those same clouds.

What a strange and wonderful thought.

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The Lion is a Doctor

I’m up way past my bedtime

pacing the halls,

rushing like good blood pressure.

The house is empty, yet the sound of me echoes in the ears of loved ones

no matter where they lay their heads.

I understand. It’s hard to tell if blood is spilling or boiling, or pumping,

But not to worry--

I can trust myself tonight.

Therefore, I have the authority to flamboyantly waltz around my home,

A place so alive it feels like a friend,

And spend an evening living without wondering who or what I’m killing.

I’m headed to the heart of the Lion

Specifically, his wardrobe.

The lion is a doctor,

and the doctor is not in.

I rummage with delicacy and delight,

Admiring every textile.

I shall wear whichever torn up tee-shirt I desire,

It is an honor to don the fluffy robes of a king.

cloaked in soft armor,

I dance flamboyantly

in well-worn slippers

I will never fit.

I feel small in the best way,

Like a child

excited to see how much they’ll grow in one year.

My mother let me wear her clogs back when I had the smallest of feet.

They, too, did not fit.

The space between my toes and the wood only stood to remind me that at any moment those shoes could come off,

if they didn’t, they’d threaten to for the duration.

Every step required grip,

I kept those clogs on my feet with all the bones and toes I had.

It felt free and wicked

to kick off that hollowness.

Let the clogs fall where they may.

Heavy is the head who wears the crown of Tie inspector,

and I take my job seriously.

I meticulously examine each one,

naturally fragrant with childhood,

Memories of young, chaotic mornings woven into silk.

Silky threads made of a fond routine I always found beautiful and complicated.

The Lion looped the silk swiftly and seamlessly and frequently

he didn't have time to notice the miracle in the minutia.

30 years on I count their silky crests like a four star General.

I need to make sure everyone is still here,

still intact.

I spend the remainder of the ritual picking through the Lion’s wardrobe,

mining for colorful cashmere sweaters.

I tried them on in a cautious frenzy,

with zero intent to return them.

The layer cake of trial and error reminded me of rainy middle school days.

When it rained the Lion roared and ordered his cubs to put on a sweater,

a jacket, boots, gloves, and a cowboy hat.

But what about our hair, Dad?

He braided our manes flawlessly under those cowboy hats

with tact and finesse we could’ve sworn we were Cleopatra, or Joan of Arc.

We were too small for our armor, sure,

But we knew we’d grow into it.

In those moments, I didn’t drown in the emptiness of the clogs,

(Not unless I put them on).

The Doctor’s armor is heavy,

The heaviness inspired me

to grow strong enough

to carry the weight of battle

with poise

To wield weapons to protect,

to never forget

all swords are double edged,

and enemy fire and friendly fire are distinguished

only by which side of the frontline you’re on,

and what you’re fighting for.

The heart of the Lion was big enough for 10 men..

How did he become so vast?

The lion’s daughter was almost too busy growing herself

to contemplate the Lion as a man.

What did the Lion have to do in order to become?

Who did he have to fight to evolve?

Which kingdom did he defeat

to claim such vast internal territory?

What did he have to survive to keep it?

Vastness of the soul comes at a cost.

Is he aware?

Does he feel that way, too?

Heavy is the head that wears the scrub cap,

The cowboy hat,

The tuxedo,

The tie,

The torn-up tee-shirt,

The big slippers,

The robe.

Powerful are the hands

that slice and sew strangers just as beautifully as they braid their baby girls’ hair,

that tie ties,

and bows,

and pack lunchboxes,

and lay out multivitamins like loose diamonds.

Whatever it took to get here was worth it.

The unwitnessed waltz of the wild child is sacred when performed correctly.

It must poignantly convey the whimsy of childhood

and punctuate one’s distance from it.

It should be so comforting that you make room to be confounded---

this is a delicacy in my culture.

The discomfort is just as delicious as its saccharine counterpart.

Tonight, I revisit the inkling I intuited while wrapped in rain gear—

There is so much more to the Lion than I will ever know.

The slippers are still too big!

Will I ever know what it feels like to fit?

Let alone, fit into these slippers?

To know exactly how they feel?

The answer is of course not, And the Lion wouldn’t have it any other way.

If I am to become a Lion, I have to survive like one.

I have to fight for my life especially when I don’t want to.

I have to make room for blissful moments only found in the minutia

or else, let my soul starve.

If I don’t learn to hunt and gather my dreams

I won’t know what it takes to keep them,

I won’t know how to make the room necessary

to become,

to begin,

to be a person I’m proud of,

to remain a person I can trust with my life.

Tonight, I do not have the answers.

Wouldn’t I like to know, Dad!

It would be ungodly of me to ask you.

But I will anyways,

Just so we can talk a little longer.

God Bless the Lion man and the parts of his journey I will never know.

Author: Alexandra Wolf

March 2023

www.alliewolf.com

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Popcorn and Pretzels

Pairing; Alex Law, reader Warnings; Alex in and of himself. cursing, suggestive themes, a massive amount of fluff. Word Count; 1.1k

Summary; Alex Law and horror movies don’t mix, good thing he has you to hide behind.

Rainy days and Alex Law, watching a horror movie and refusing that he was the one that was scared.

THIS IS NOT EDITED

If there was one thing you loved about the spring weather, it was the rain. It gave you the excuse of staying inside and finding a nice book to read, or to snuggle up with the love of your life and catch up on what was going on at work, funny stories, and to share the much needed kisses he says he has to give you.

You don’t know what compelled Alex to suggest a horror movie marathon. You knew Juliet had a small collection in her room, sometimes bringing them out when our whole group would get together for a movie night on a random Friday of the month. You and Alex would always end up leaving the living room early, not even half-way through the movie, to go and snuggle up in his room under the moonlight.

He suggested it while laying on his side, propping his head up on his hand while tracing random shapes onto your thighs, the bottom of his shirt riding up to show your underwear. His fingers would trace up the skin of your thighs, over your waist and up your arms, before dancing lightly across your cheeks and back down. The curtains were open behind him, the gloomy light shining onto his skin, through his hair, giving him a glow nobody else would see but you.

It took a moment for you and Alex to finally get out of bed, and while David and Juliet were out at work, for most likely the entire day, you and Alex decided to move every blanket from every closet, and every bedroom, onto the living room couch in front of the small box TV. You gave him the task of moving the TV closer while you popped the popcorn, waiting in front of the stove with your arms crossed. When it was done, you made sure to leave a little room on the side to pour in Alex’s chocolate covered pretzels.

You refused to let him go into Juliets room to grab the small collection of horror movies, not knowing if the woman had personal things laying about. While with Alex, you learned that if you didn’t have everything either personal or slightly embarrassing put away, he would always bring it up at the worst times.

After sliding the VHS tape into the player, you hurried to join him on the couch before the movie started, not wanting to miss the intro credits in case something was shown or mentioned that would be important later. His comforter was front and center, wrapping around the both of you and consuming you in a warm cocoon while the rain pounded against the windows.

When bringing up the fact that he’s never wanted to watch a horror movie with you, always deflecting to a rom-com or straight comedy, Alex told you that he only thought to this so he had an excuse to cuddle you when you got scared. But you loved horror movies, you grew up on them. Sure, sometimes a really well timed jump-scare will make your body jolt, but it was a good jolt, the type that has you coming back for more. Alex was the one who hid behind the blankets, or through his fingers. Sometimes, he would place you onto his lap so he could hide behind your body, curl himself around you and find distraction in placing random kisses across your skin.

With the curtains drawn, and every light in the flat off, the bowl of popcorn and pretzels forgotten, sitting on the floor at the base of your feet, you continuously ran your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort his tense form as the movie continued to get more dark and scary.

“Who chose this fucking movie?” He hisses, stuffing his face into your neck when the music ramps up, high pitched violins and flutes.

“You did, Alex,” you smile, glancing down at him. His eyes are clenched shut, and his hands grip at the fabric of your shirt. “It’s almost over.”

“I highly doubt that, feels like we just started.”

You cant help the small chuckle that bubbles from you, running your fingers through his hair once more, stopping at the base of his neck. The thick comforter was bunched around his shoulders, perfectly hiding his form if someone were to enter the room. Laying between your legs, face either stuffed in your neck, or in your chest.

“Remind me to never pick a horror movie ever again.”

“Aw,” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to sway side to side, “then who’ll protect me from the scary monsters?”

“Your guardian-fucking-angel,” He nuzzles his face deeper into your chest, voice muffled against your skin.

By the time the movie reaches its climax, multiple jump-scares happening seconds apart, Alex threw in his imaginary towel, fully covering his face with the comforter and hiding his face. Laughing, you try and remove the shield, to watch his eyes clench shut and his eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t let you, lightly slapping your hands away and trying to argue that it was warm and safe and away from those fucking demons you worship so much.

“Alex, come on!” You laugh, trying once more to pull the blanket away. Yelling, he slaps your hands away and further wraps the blanket around himself, only showing a lump of his body.

“No! Stephen King and his fucked-up mind can go to hell!” he says, tightening his grip on your waist, “who the fuck thinks of this kind of stuff?!”

“A great writer, my love.”

“No-” he seethes, “only someone with a therapy needing mindset thinks of this shit.”

When the end credits roll, he finally removes the blanket from his face, sitting up fully with a pout. He moves to the corner, crossing his arms while furrowing his eyebrows. You knew he would do this, pout until the embarrassment of being scared passed.

“Baby,” you coo, laughing under your breath. Grumbling, he looks to the TV, ignoring you fully. You manage to unravel his arms, sliding onto his lap with both bare legs straddling his thighs, squishing his face between your hands.

“Did my baby get scared?” You coo again, leaning forwards to leave a soft kiss on his nose. He whines, slapping your hands away and dropping his head back against the arm of the couch. Hands lazily dropping to the tops of your thighs.

Leaning down, you place light kisses up his neck, across his jaw, and finally to the tip of his nose. His lips slowly flickering up into a soft smile.

“We’re never watching a horror movie again,” he says, hands disappearing under the fabric of your shirt to trace shapes into the skin of your waist.

“Whatever you say, my love.”

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